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Luke's Big Butt Problems Chapter 9 (WIP)
🕑 Added 2023-04-28 22:01:10 +0000 UTCSammy
I couldn’t hold back my sigh as I lazily pushed my uneaten chickpeas around on my plate. I’d lost my appetite, and food had started tasting bland.
“Beta, is everything alright? You normally love chana,” Ammi said, her gentle voice laced with concern.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” I replied curtly. I normally don’t talk back to my parents, but lately I just don’t feel like me anymore.
“Sameer, don’t take that tone with us. We’re worried about you,” Abah joined in. I know I’m lucky. My parents are surprisingly liberal despite being from Pakistan. They were both from wealthy families in Lahore but met here when they went to college, so they took on some American values. They still asked a lot from me but weren’t as strict as some other brown guys’ parents. And they were surprisingly open-minded, I’d never heard either of them say anything remotely homophobic.
Next to me, I heard a huff. I looked over to see Anwar, my older brother, chewing his food, clearly biting his tongue and holding back from lecturing me. He tends to save those for when our parents aren’t around, and he’ll lay into me, telling me I’m not a good son, I make things difficult for our parents, etc. You know, stuff self-righteous over-achievers say to their younger brothers.
Anwar noticed me looking at him and sent a glare my way, which I knew was code for ‘I’m going to lecture your head off as soon as we’re alone.’ I definitely wasn’t looking forward to that.
“I’m just not hungry. Can I go up to my room?” I said with a heavy sigh.
After Abah gave me permission I retreated into my room, shut the door and flopped onto my bed, trying to put as much distance between me and my family for now.
How the hell did I even get here?
They’re not wrong. I’m not myself lately. I haven’t been for almost two months now. That’s what happens when your best friend, who you’ve been in love with since you were kids, angrily rejects you.
Yup, that’s right. I broke the first cardinal rule of bisexual disasters: don’t fall for your straight best friend. But Your Honor, I’d like to get off on a technicality because there is no fucking way Luke is straight!
I can’t believe Luke said he wasn’t gay. He’s joking, right? I know he’s dense, but he can’t possibly be that dense. After all, would a straight guy really love getting fucked as much as he clearly does? I know some straight guys are into anal, but c’mon. Luke clearly loves dick.
I know it. The team knows it. The only person who hasn’t seemed to realize it yet is Luke himself. I mean, it’s to be expected. Luke is, to put it gently, not the sharpest tool in the shed. I don’t mean that in a disparaging way. It’s just a fact that Luke tends to not notice things and is slow on the uptake. Ask him and he’d say the same thing. He just doesn’t even realize that he’s gay yet.
Right?
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I was so wrapped up in my feelings for him, I saw what I wanted to see. Maybe for Luke it was just about sex, and I scared him off by bringing feelings into the mix. Is it wrong for me to think that best friends having sex would lead to us eventually getting together?
I screwed up. I had him, and I fucked it all up. Because when we were just fooling around, Luke had the plausible deniability of ‘bros being curious’ but as soon as feelings get into the mix he has to run screaming from any implication that he’s gay.
I was pretty stupid. Honestly, I might not be as smart as I think I am. Because I should have known that somebody like Luke would not pick up on hints as I tiptoed to us being more-than-friends. I could have come right out and said it, confessed my feelings, at the very beginning, but hooking up with him started so fast. Also, can you imagine how terrifying it is to reveal that you have a longstanding crush on your best friend? I didn’t want to ruin what Luke and I had, but I did anyway.
I can’t help but run through “what if” scenarios, where things could have turned out better. Would Luke and I still be cool if I told him from the very beginning? Should I have never even started hooking up with him in the first place?
I swear that I thought Luke was gay. Well, I still think he is, he’s just so deep in denial he refuses to accept it. But straight gays don’t look at their best bros the way that he looked at me. Straight guys don’t turn down the hottests girls in school because “chicks are boring, man.” And straight guys definitely don’t love cock up their ass as much as Luke does.
I don’t care what Luke says. When I kissed him, he kissed me back, at least at first. I know how he looks at me. I know how he moans when his fat ass is getting fucking railed by my dick. I know Luke better than anyone. I can’t be wrong on this.
Luke and I met almost ten years ago. We had both signed up for a middle school baseball team. Right away I noticed him. His long shaggy hair that covered his eyes. How quiet he was. How he seemed to have his head in the clouds. I was fascinated by him. Who was this guy? Why is he just standing there? Why is he so quiet?
A lot of guys know me as Mr. Popular, friends with everyone. And that’s true, I like meeting new people. But what they don’t know is that I have to cultivate it. Being a brown kid in the whitest of white suburbia means you have to be extra special to fit in. Sammy the friendly guy, the smart guy, the team player, charismatic, liked by both adults and peers. So when I saw Luke, the desire to get to know him was partially based on me wanting to get on everyone’s good side, but there was also this undercurrent, this connection, that just drew me to him.
We were just playing catch so Coach could teach us the fundamentals of the game, and everyone split off to find a partner. I jogged over to the outfield where he was standing. I noticed that he was using one of the mitts Coach had brought - he didn’t have his own. Ammi and Abah, on the other hand, bought me a brand new glove as soon as I showed the tiniest of interest in baseball. I guess they thought it would make me more American and fit in better.
“Hi! I’m Sameer,” I said, extending my hand. Abah always taught me to be polite.
Luke looked at me, scrunching his cute face in confusion. “Sameer?” he asked, clearly unfamiliar with my name.
“Uh, yeah. Sameer. My parents are from Pakistan,” I said, feeling defensive already. I’ve gotten teased by the other boys for my name before. For the weird-smelling food I bring for lunch. All because I’m the brown kid in this blindingly white town.
Luke scrunched his face even more. “What’s a packy-stan?” Instead of mockery, I heard genuine curiosity in his voice. But he’d never heard of Pakistan? “Is that when you put a guy named Stan in a suitcase?”
I was stunned at the wild conclusion this kid had jumped to. “No. It’s a country. It’s north of India.”
“Oh. I’ve heard of India,” Luke said, then went back to staring into space. After a moment, he looked back at me. “I’m Luke. My name’s not as cool as yours, though.”
I balked at this kid. He thought my name was cool, not weird? It was honestly the first time someone had called it cool.
“Really? I kinda don’t like it. Makes me stand out too much. I wish I had some kind of nickname that wasn’t so… foreign.”
Luke suddenly squinted his eyes, making the hardest thinking face I’d ever seen. I could practically see the gears turning in his head, expecting smoke to come out of his ears like in a cartoon.
“I got it!” He suddenly said, “Sammy! That’s a good nickname, dontcha think?” Luke looked over at me, expectant. His enthusiasm, and the fact that he was clearly so proud of himself for thinking of that name, gave me butterflies in my stomach.
And from that day on, I was Sammy. We became inseparable, practically attached at the hip. I’m the David Attenborough of Luke Micucci. I flip through my memories of us together. All the times I got a feeling that Luke was interested in me as something more than just best bros.
The first one I can think of is that time in middle school. We were in the midst of puberty, our voices cracking, hair growing in places, and bodies changing. Luke somehow got taller than everyone else quickly, and we could all tell he was filling out his uniform more than the rest of us.
We had gotten back to my place after practice, messing around as usual.
“Bro, I can’t believe I hit that screw ball you pitched me. I almost whiffed it. Betcha think you had me, right?”
I was the best pitcher on the team, but Luke was the best batter. We were an even match, with a slight rivalry.
“You just got lucky. Next time, I’m gonna strike you out. Be prepared to hit some air, bro.”
“No way bro, not with those noodle arms. I’m gonna hit the ball so hard you’ll have to go to the next town over to retrieve it!”
It’s hard to believe that Luke used to be shy. But I guess suddenly being the biggest kid on the team gave him some confidence. I liked that about him.
“Noodle arms? Are you kidding me?” I balked, Lifting up my sleeves and flexing as hard as I could. I definitely didn’t have noodle arms, but the difference between my biceps and his were obvious. And he was gonna show me.
“Yeah, bro. You wish you had arms like these,” Luke flashed a grin then flexed for me. My mouth suddenly went dry. Seeing that slight peek made me feel funny. I didn’t know why at the time, but I really liked Luke’s body, the burgeoning muscles, the sign that he was on his way to becoming a man.
“Yeah well, well… I don’t need big arms to beat you!” I said defiantly.
“No way, bro. I’m so much stronger than you.”
“Oh yeah? I bet I can gas you!”
“You’re on Sammy. Come at me bro,” Luke said, throwing his head back to laugh.
What I lacked in size I made up for in speed, so I instantly launched myself onto Luke, trying to get a firm hold around him so I could take him down. Luke grabbed at me and lifted me up, but I used his heavier weight against him and he came down on top of me.
We grunted and groaned as we grappled, like we were in a contest of champions or something. Luke trying to use his size to overpower me, while I tried to grab onto him anywhere I could. Which is why my hand somehow ended up on Luke’s ass cheek, and I grabbed it hard for leverage.
Suddenly, Luke let up a little. Which was weird, cuz you would think having his ass grabbed would make him work harder to get me off him. Instead, Luke instantly relaxed a little against me. His muscles loosened up, and I felt him push back a little so I could sink my fingers further into his ass.
What??
If I didn’t know better, it was almost like Luke liked me grabbing his ass. Which was weird af. And the weirder part was, I liked grabbing Luke’s ass. I’d been admiring it for a while. He’s always had more junk in the trunk than the rest of us, but when his body changed his ass seemed to get the memo and pretty much doubled in size. The kids even started to make fun of him, saying his asscheeks clapped when he ran the bases. And I swear that’s the reason why I zoomed into Luke’s butt during practice, my eyes glued to watch them bounce and shift slightly as he ran.
And the thought of that, combined with me getting to feel it for the first time, gave me a funny feeling in my dick. And I realized that I was getting a semi. I’d been in health class, and I had jerked off a little bit before, but why would I get hard right there?
It was friction. It had to be friction. That’s it, it was an accident. It had absolutely nothing to do with me touching Luke’s big, round ass.
I scrambled away from Luke as fast as I could, turning away from him to conceal my boner. I was embarrassed, and I didn’t know why yet. I looked over at Luke as he caught his breath, his cheeks flushed pink, sitting in an awkward position. I looked closer, because I couldn’t help myself, and I realized that Luke was springing wood too!
Luke got hard from me grabbing his ass, and I got hard from grabbing it.
That was the first and last time we wrestled, because there was no way I was going to let Luke know the effect his body had on me. If only he somehow got the memo.
Luke and I were always touchy feely. We hugged when we saw each other and said goodbye, or we’d sit close next to each other. I’d put my arm around his shoulder as we walked around. The other guys on the team thought it was kind of weird, but it was normal for us. It just felt right.
So even though I tried to keep some degree of physical distance between us, Luke, in his obliviousness, just tried harder to get close to me.
Like that time we were playing video games, right after we entered high school. We were playing the latest CoD, and I was beating Luke by a mile.
“Damnit! Bro, how the fuck did you snipe me so fast, I just spawned in!” Luke said from his side of the couch. When we sat down to play, I made sure to sit on the opposite side instead of next to him. Luckily Luke didn’t move closer to me.
“You’re just jealous cuz I’m a sniper GOD!” I was good at the game, since I was more methodical and aware, while Luke was the going in guns ablazin’ type.
“Oh yeah, eat lead!!” Luke roared as he laid into me with virtual bullets. For once, he actually got me.
“FUCK YES! Who’s the sniper god now, huh?” Luke was so excited that he sprung to his feet. His boasting was suddenly cut short by the loud rumble of his stomach.
Luke had grown bigger, and a growing boy needed a lot of food. Luke’s appetite was endless, and even though we had just eaten dinner, Luke somehow decided he needed nachos, and he ran to the kitchen to make them.
A few minutes later he walked out with a plate of tortilla chips and melty cheesy goodness. “Hey, you gonna share some with me? This is MY house.”
Luke stopped and cocked his head to the side. Adorably. “Hm, well, these are supposed to be my Victory Nachos, but I guess I can give you some scraps,” Luke said with a big grin on his face.
He plopped down next to me on the couch, so close that our legs were touching. I became hyper aware of how his beefy thigh was pressing into my own. Luke set the plate on both our legs, and every time our fingers touched when we reached for a bite, I had to hold my breath.
Don’t get hard don’t get hard don’t get hard.
I repeated that mantra in my head, willing my quickly hardening cock to go down. How crazy was that? Getting a boner just from our legs touching!
After we polished off the plate, Luke grabbed his controller, but didn’t move back to his side of the couch. Instead, he got even more comfortable, hooking his leg slightly over mine. It didn’t mean anything. He just did it without thinking.
I couldn’t focus with Luke in close proximity like that. By this point, I was pretty sure I liked guys too, Luke specifically. I had no read on Luke though, since he never seemed interested in anyone. Which was probably why it was no big deal to him that he was half sitting in my lap when we had a whole big couch to use.
I was crazy distracted, and the worst part was I could feel Luke through the thin layer of his shorts… and quickly realized that he wasn’t wearing underwear. My forehead started to sweat, my mouth going dry. Luke was going commando and he was so close. The only thing between me and his bare skin was those thin cotton shorts, the ones that looked like they were molded over his big fat ass despite being a size L.
As Luke got older, his ass got bigger. And I’d fantasized plenty of times about getting to grab his ass again, squeeze it, slap it, make it bounce a little, even spread his ass cheeks and…
“Bro! Did those nachos fry your brain? I just killed you three times in a row!”
I tried to get my mouth to move. Tried to pull my thoughts away from Luke’s ass. I needed to get him off me. “Guess I’m sick of this game, bro. Why don’t you pick something else?”
Luke shrugged and got up, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Now I could adjust my dick and…
My jaw dropped. Luke’s shorts were riding up his ass crack, framing his two globes perfectly. So thin they were almost see through. Whatever hope I had of willing my boner down disappeared, as I was suddenly rock hard.
What the hell am I doing? Stop looking at Luke’s ass!!
And because the universe is cruel, Luke sat down again right next to me again. I got up to make it look like I was stretching, just so we wouldn’t be so close. And I just hoped that he didn’t notice my very big tent.
I tried to stuff it down a little, my back turned slightly. When I turned back around, I saw Luke staring at me. Or more accurately, my bulge. His mouth was slightly parted, his throat working, eyes slightly hooded. I recognized that look, because it’s the same look I had while I had an eyeful of Luke’s epic ass.
Luke couldn’t tear his eyes away from my bulge, which, let’s be clear, was way beyond just a little sus. Luckily when I sat down, the spell was broken, and we refocused back to the game.
And that somehow became our pattern. I would find myself staring at Luke sometimes, and I would even catch him staring at me. I tried to put some distance between us, but Luke, ever the oblivious puppy, seemed to relish any physical contact he could get with me.
I still wasn’t sure how he actually felt. There was an excuse for each behavior. Friction. Curiosity. Maybe instead of hunger and want I was seeing, it was totally innocent? At this point, he would have made a move, right? I had given him so many openings over the years.
I wanted to test things, try and spark him to react. That’s how I got the oh so brilliant idea of trying to make Luke jealous, to see if he wanted me the way I wanted him. So I became a player. No, I became a fuckboy. I started working my way through all the hottest girls in our grade. I had a new girlfriend every few weeks, and I had to practically beat them away with a bat. Apparently rumors spread that I had a big dick and knew how to use it, and teenagers are horny, even if they are hopelessly pining for their straight best friend.
In my quest to make Luke jealous and fuck every girl in our class, I pretty firmly settled on being 100% bisexual. It wasn’t like I had to grin and bear it, or imagine a guy, to get off with girls. I liked ass, from all genders. It was just I liked one ass better than anyone else’s.
Despite my reputation, Luke never seemed jealous. Which just made me disappointed. I was pretty convinced I had embellished those times in my head, that Luke really was straight.
A while back I had gathered the team, sans Luke, and told them off from going too far with him. A lot of the guys liked to tease him, and I’ve caught more than a few checking out his dump truck. And not in a joking way, in a I want to fuck the shit out of that way. I was nervous - what if instead of me, Luke wanted a different guy on the team?
“You guys better cut it off with Luke. If I hear one more ass joke I’m going to tell Coach to bench you. You understand?” I told them one day when Luke wasn’t around.
Leo, the ringleader of the gang, laughed. “Jeez dude, don’t get your panties in a twist! We’re just fooling around, if Micucci didn’t like it he would say so, right?”
I crossed my arms over my chest. These guys didn’t know Luke like I did. They saw his jock bro side. They didn’t know that at his core, Luke was still that shy little kid who wanted people to like him. That’s why he would never say anything about being teased. He needed me to look out for him. And yes, I realize how weirdly overprotective that sounds.
“I think,” Leo continued, “You’re more mad that we’ve been checking out his cakes, hm?” Leo raised one eyebrow at me. “I think you're worried one of us is gonna claim Mount Micucci before you’ve even gotten your chance.”
I sputtered. For once, I was taken by surprise. Fuck, was I really that obvious? If the guys figured it out, did that mean Luke had too? Was he just not saying anything out of politeness?
“Come on, man,” Devon chimed in, “Listen, we all know how you feel. And you’ve known Micucci the longest, and we respect you as Captain. So how about this, we won’t do anything with Luke until you’ve had your chance.”
“BUT,” Darren interjected, “if you take too damn long or it doesn’t work out, Micucci’s ass is free game.”
I didn’t like how we were talking about Luke like he was some kind of prize to be won, or whatever. It felt shitty. These guys were in lust with Luke. They just saw his fat ass as a place to park their dicks. My feelings ran so much deeper than that.
They didn’t know the bond that Luke and I shared. How every moment with him around is a good one. How he can read my moods, always encouraging me or goofing around to distract me from the hard shit in my life. How Luke is fiercely loyal and how much he treasures his true friends. How I want to spend the rest of my life with him by my side.
Luke is the only person I could be myself with. The only person who didn’t expect anything from me. When I was with him, I was me, not ‘future doctor son to first gen parents’ or ‘valedictorian candidate’. Or ‘star pitcher and team captain’. With Luke, I could let loose and have fun and just enjoy myself. And he never knew how grateful I was for that.
Yeah, I sound corny as hell and a total sap, but guess what? I have it fucking BAD for Luke Micucci.
After that talk, the guys still teased him, but when I gave them a look they knew to back down. Well, most of the time. Leo was still a douchebag.
A month or so before Luke and I started hooking up, there was an incident in the locker room. The guys were joking around after practice as usual, trading teasing insults and bumping shoulders. They were all rowdy, but by this point I was settled into being Captain and glad I earned their respect. They always knew not to take it too far, especially when it came to Luke. Not after I gave them a stern talking to.
“Damn, I’m fucking beat! What the fuck was Coach thinking, having us train then practice immediately afterwards? Man, leg day is fucked.” Devon complained. Earlier this year, we were stripping out of uniforms after practice, ready to hit the showers.
“Hey man, no pain no gain right? And I think you need a lot more to gain, chicken legs,” Leo snickered.
Leo was kind of right. Devon was one of the smaller guys on the team.
“Fuck you man, we can’t all bulk up overnight like Micucci over here. How the fuck do you have legs like that bro?”
Luke turned around and grinned. “What? Are you talking about my ass? You guys give me shit about it, but I know deep down you want glutes like these.” As if to prove his point, Luke stepped out of his pants and turned his backside towards us. He flexed his glutes a few times, framed perfectly in his dirty jockstrap, and I had to pinch myself to stop drooling.
Leo went up to Luke and gave his ass a pat. Instead of reacting and pulling away, like most guys would, Luke just laughed. “Bro, what the fuck? This thing is massive and rock solid. Bigger than a goddamn basketball.”
Luke laughed again, but I started to notice little twinges of discomfort. They were microscopic, but I was an expert in Luke’s body language by this point. I watched carefully as I stripped nude. Suddenly, Luke made eye contact with me.
“Man, it’s no big deal. It’s not that fucking special. I mean, have you seen Sammy’s arms?”
The rest of the guys turned to me, and I raised an eyebrow in question. Where was Luke going with this?
He came up to me, saying, “Bro, show these guys. You’ve been hitting the arms hard, your guns are way more impressive than my ass.”
I grinned. I mean, I try to stay pretty modest, but couldn’t deny that my arms were my best feature. Lean but strong, with the perfect peak when I flexed, which I did. Luke poked at the tight ball of my bicep.
“Seriously, bro, it’s rock solid,” Luke said, then followed up with a damn under his breath. Then, he wrapped his hand around my bicep and gave it a squeeze. What the actual fuck?
“Uh, Luke?” I said, but Luke was lost in his own world.
“And damn, I wish I had fucking abs like these. Like a cheesegrater,” Luke said, as he ran his hand over my abs, lightly grazing them with his fingertips. Every time I felt the slightest touch, I shivered and felt a jolt to my dick. Holy fuck, if I got hard from this, there is no way even Captain Oblivious aka Luke Micucci wouldn’t figure out what was going on.
“Uh, bro…?” I tried to get Luke to stop. The other guys were watching us, eyes wide. Some of them turned their backs, I guess to give us privacy. What the fuck was going on?
Luke was lost in thought, just consumed by looking at and lightly touching my muscles. I could stop flexing, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted Luke to touch me, more than anything. So I would take advantage of this, then probably go fuck a chick to get all this sexual tension out of my system.
“Damn, that’s solid,” Luke said in a whisper as he rested his hand on my abs. His touch was getting bolder, and it felt like there was this spark between us. I wasn’t imagining it. I looked down to confirm. I was at half-mast, the only thing keeping my dick from going rock hard was my willpower of steel. Luke, on the other hand, was definitely sporting a semi. Now, I could excuse my boner by saying it was just from the sensation of almost kind of getting groped. But why would Luke get hard from doing the touching? Unless…
I looked up, our eyes meeting. Luke looked at me, licking his lips. Oh, fuck, this was going to happen. I leaned forward and-
“What are you guys doing standing around? Hit the showers so we can go home!” Coach came into the locker room, his booming voice shattering whatever spell Luke was in. He pulled away from me suddenly, gave me a trademark grin like the last few minutes never even happened, and went to the showers with the rest of the guys.
What the actual fucking fuck?
That weird tension in the locker room was messing with my head. I had no idea how to recreate it. Luke just went back to behaving how we always did - slightly more handsy than most guys, but definitely nowhere near our almost-grope session.
I needed to do something. I was more confident than ever that Luke was at least interested. I could probably convince him to jerk off together, and then things might progress from there. That wouldn’t be too weird? Guys looking at porn together, jerking off. It’s not gay if we’re not touching.
I was building up the courage to make my move when my entire plan was turned upside down. Because Luke Micucci walked into school, somehow his ass seemingly had grown two sizes overnight. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, somehow those cakes got even bigger, and bouncier too. And worst of all, oblivious Luke was wearing a pair of shorts so fucking tight and stretchy that it hugged every single curve, almost exposing the bottom of his cheeks, the material riding up a little in the crevice between them.
I could tell something was going on with Luke. He felt off, like he was uncomfortable. Maybe he was thrown for a loop because of his booty gains. Luke always had an easy time building up his glutes, but I swore that yesterday Luke’s ass was slightly smaller. Coach must have him on some crazy supplements, or maybe he’s just been going hard at the gym.
And for some fucking reason I suggested to Luke that we measure his glutes. I tried to play it off that I was messing with him, even teasing him a little as we walked to the weight room, but inside I was overflowing with lust.
I could tell I was freaking Luke out a little. I had to reign my shit in. But I just lost control. When those big round perfect fucking globes are in my face, and my hands so close, what else am I going to do other than give them a squeeze. Considering Luke’s near molestation of me in the locker room, it was only fair, after all.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about Luke’s ass. I’m pretty sure I took no notes for the rest of my classes that day. I had no idea what was going on, but I could tell something was changing. And not just the size of Luke’s ass. The way he reacted when I grabbed his cakes earlier… Luke fucking liked it, I could tell.
A few days later, I decided to make my move. Maybe tell him I needed a closer look. Get him comfortable. Was it underhanded and a bit sleazy? Yeah, but I had to play my cards right. I couldn’t come on too strong, or I could ruin what Luke and I had.
I searched for Luke after school was over, Coach pointing me in the direction of the bathroom. As soon as I stepped in, I heard a squelching sound.
“Luke?” I said. Those sounds… I couldn’t see Luke’s legs in any of the stalls. “Bro, that you? Coach said you went in here a while ago. You alright? Said you seemed pretty upset.”
I heard a short pause in the squelching noises. “Yeah, bro, I’m ok, just uh, you know, pretty constipated,” Luke groaned.
Yeah, constipated? I’m pretty sure those weren’t constipated noises. What was Luke doing? Jerking off in the bathroom?
“Yeah, you sure, bro? What's that noise?”
The squelches picked up the pace, going faster, getting louder. I walked farther in, heading towards the source of the sounds - the handicap stall. The door was slightly open, and my curiosity took over. If Luke was jerking off, maybe this was a way to suggest we do something together.
I stepped in front of the door, knowing this was a pivotal moment. I hesitated until I heard it. An obvious moan of pleasure from Luke. A sexual moan. I kicked open the door.
All the blood drained from my face and directly to my dick. Because Luke fuckin’ Micucci, my best friend and the object of my desires, was sitting on the toilet, both of his legs raised, three fingers deep in his insanely huge bubble butt.
“Luke, what the fuck?” I was so shocked, I couldn’t stop myself. Luke wasn’t just jerking off - no, he was playing with ass. And if Luke liked playing his ass, then…
My thoughts were interrupted when Luke started shuddering, his toes curling like he was cumming, his limbs jerking and his body making small convulsions. Luke was FUCKING dry-orgasming from fingering his hole!
I was losing my mind, my dick so hard. I felt this animalistic urge to pounce on Luke and claim his ass as mine. If he came from a few fingers, how hard would he come from having my dick pounding at his prostate?
“Bro, this is not what it looks like, I swear, I was just…” The fearful look in Luke’s eyes pulled me out of my thoughts. This was my moment. Reassure Luke that assplay was normal, then offer to help him explore it, just-
“...did you pop a boner, dude?”
My eyes went wide and I felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on me. What the hell am I thinking? I needed to get out of there. I bolted out of the bathroom, leaving Luke behind to deal with whatever the fuck just happened.
I bolted home as soon as I could, going directly to my room and shucking my pants so fast I nearly tripped. My cock was so rock hard it was painful. I hauled out my fat meat and gave it a squeeze.
I was already pre-cumming so much that I could easily glide my cock in the opening of my hand. I was fucking my fist as hard as I could, the image of Luke’s impossibly small, tight yet somehow elastic, pink hole winking at me.
“Oh fuckkkkk, Oh fuckkkk… Luuuuuke!!” I was so lucky my parents weren’t home right now. I could be as loud as I wanted. I tended to get pretty noisy when I jerked off, but this time I was really going all out.
Fuck, Luke had been the focus of my nightly jerk-off sessions for years. I’ve wanted to fuck him so bad before I even knew what fucking was. But, I knew he was straight and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, so I just resigned myself to secretly jacking off thinking about my best friend and trying not to feel guilty about it. Not that that was working.
But, fuck!! What the hell was Luke doing? Was he really… fingering himself? Was Luke into that? If he was into ass play, maybe he would… no, I shouldn’t get my hopes up. Just focus on my dick right now.
My hands kept a firm grip on my fat, rigid cock, pumping away at it as the memories replayed over and over in my mind.
Luke’s ass, bigger than ever. So bouncy and jiggly and soft.
Luke, on the toilet, legs up, cheek spread, FINGERING his fucking hole.
Luke convulsing in pure ecstasy like he was in the exorcist as something clearly hit him like a brick wall.
“...did you pop a boner, bro?”
“Mmm, fuuuuucccckkk!” I exploded onto my hairy chest, painting it with one of my biggest loads ever, when I already had pretty substantial loads regularly. I’ve jerked off plenty of times imagining Luke’s hole, but now I know what it actually looks like, stuffed.
FUCK. I didn’t know what to say or do. That was my chance! But I ran away like a fucking coward. Well, at least now I know something about Luke. Maybe I did have a chance after all?
A chance at getting my hard meat in between those crazy bubbly cheeks. Little did I know that the opportunity would come sooner than I thought.
We were having a regular Friday night hang. It might be strange that we would spend Friday nights together, instead of going out. I’ve gotten tons of messages from girls who want to hook up. But Friday is for me and Luke, I’d never give it up.
Luke was acting strange. All tense and wound up. I could tell he was probably feeling embarrassed about getting caught fingering himself. I needed to let him know I was cool with it.
“So what’s up, Micucci? You’ve been tense as fuck lately,” I said as I threw my arm over his shoulder.
“Well, bro, it’s my, ah… little problem, as you put it. It’s been freaking me out and so fucking inconvenient.”
“Inconvenient? I mean, why can’t you just wait until after school, bro. Gotta have some restraint, you can’t keep cutting class to take care of it, your grades are gonna dive.” Leave it to Luke Micucci to get so freaked out over having to jerk off at school.
“Bro, I can’t wait. I mean, it’s so fucking uncomfortable, I can’t think straight, and uh… something weird came out of it today,” Luke said nervously.
What. The. Fuck?
Something ‘weird’, what… Luke isn’t that dumb, right? He has to know basic bodily functions. He has to have jerked off before.
I scrunched my face up in confusion. “Something weird? Don’t tell me I gotta review middle school health class with you, man.”
“Dude, this shit wasn’t in health class! I’m telling you, it’s fucking weird! Listen, I’m sorry to ask you this, but you’re my best bro. Do you think that you could, like, take a look at it? And tell me what you think?”
Alright, damn. Things are moving fast. Now Luke is offering to jerk off in front of me, so I can watch it. I’m sure he won’t mind if I jerk off too, right?
My face broke out in a huge grin. “So we’re finally doing this, huh? Fuck yeah, I can help you out.”
“Fuck, thank you so much bro. Just gimme a sec.” Luke scrambled to his feet, then struggled to tug at his tiny shorts, gingerly peeling them over his ass so he wouldn’t tear them. Poor guy. I needed to find him something that fit over that fat ass.
Luke’s shorts pooled at his ankles and he kicked them off. I thought he was going to grab his cock then and stroke it, but instead he went towards my bed and got on it on his hands and knees.
Wait, maybe he wasn’t talking about jerking off. Maybe he was talking about his ass.
Before I had a chance to say anything, Luke reached back and grabbed both of jiggly cheeks, then pulled them apart as hard as he could to expose his puckering pink hole to the air. The tiny pinprick fluttered, and then… a big glob of lube dripped out of his hole, down his taint, and onto my bedsheets.
He’s already lubed up? Wait, was Luke angling for me to fuck him this whole time? Holy shit, I was so caught up in how I could convince him, he was actually playing me.
“HOLY FUCK!!” I gasped. This is it. My dreams come true.
“Is it okay back there bro? Is that stuff coming out?”
That’s what he meant. He used too much lube and now it was leaking out of his hole.
“Damn, Micucci, when I said come prepared, I honestly didn’t expect you to… You cleaned and got it lubed up and everything!” I grabbed both of his cheeks, Luke’s arms falling onto the bed as I took over. I was gonna show him that all the rumors about me and my dick were true. He was spread open, lubed up for me like a slut. Maybe Luke wasn’t as inexperienced as I thought.
“Bro, I know this is kinda fucked, but do you think you could, like put your finger in a little bit? That usually helps.”
“Fuck,” I gasped. I brought my finger up to his hole, and I barely pushed it when I felt his hole suck me down to the knuckle. I had in fact hooked up with a few guys before, so I was well-versed in the prostate. I knew how to make a guy cum like a motherfucker just from his ass.
“FUUUUUCK BRO!!” Luke moaned, pushing his hips back to meet my finger thrusts. Dude was fucking HUNGRY. I started to finger fuck him as hard as I could, making sure to push against his prostate with every thrust. Luke was shaking, moaning, throwing his head back like a bitch in heat.
I was going to destroy his asshole.
“Fuck, Micucci, how much lube did you fucking use? Looks like you’re ready. I can’t wait anymore!” I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled out my hard as steel cock. I was ready, I didn’t even wait for Luke to reply, I just pressed my cockhead against his pink hole and pushed in. He was so lubed up and loose from my finger fucking that I slid in like butter. He swallowed my cock like he was hungry for it.
I couldn’t help but throw my head back and scream, “FUCK, finally, holy fuck, this is better than I ever dreamed!”
I grabbed his hips and fucked him as hard as I could. Feeling his pussy walls clench on my dick as I thrust inside him. Pulling out until just my cockhead was inside then slamming back into him, so hard that his cheeks bounced and jiggled, clapping together. His pink hole was straining against my thick cock, the tight elastic pushed to its limits. I’ve got a crazy girthy dick, and some nice reviews about how good it feels to get stretched by it.
Luke was moaning, squirming, losing himself in the pleasure. I had a moment where I wondered if I was going too fast or too hard.
“Fuck, Luke, I’m sorry, fuck, I can’t hold back anymore… Oh my god… it doesn’t hurt, right?”
“Feels gooooooooood…” Luke moaned in reply, then he pushed his hips back to meet my thrusts.
“Fuck, Luke, you take it so well. Guess that practice paid off, huh?” I had a kind of dominant streak, so I liked teasing Luke. Treating him like a slut.
“Fuck, bro,” I grunted, “it feels like pussy!! Goddamn… no, better than pussy!”
Luke’s hole suddenly tightened up, squeezing my cock like a vice grip, the blood pumping so I could feel every ridge of his slick ass walls. Oh, so Luke liked it when I called his hole a pussy? Good to know.
I kept fucking my best friend’s big butt when, out of nowhere, Luke started to shake, then screamed “POUND MY PUSSY!!” so loud the neighbors might have even heard. I felt something wet splash me, around my dick. What the hell??
Oh fuck, Luke had put so much lube in his ass, then when he came it actually squirted out. Holy shit that’s nasty as FUCK. Luke is a kinky freak, and I love it. And I was gonna give him exactly what he wanted.
“Fuck yeah, bro. Gonna pound your pussy so fucking good… Oh my god it feels so fuckin’ wet!” I was fucking Luke so hard it felt like a vigorous workout.
Wet flesh on flesh slapping together. Luke’s groans and moans. The squeak of my bed.
The warm tightness engulfing my cock. The fact that it was Luke, my best friend, the man I’ve loved for YEARS and I was finally, finally claiming him as my own, dominating him with my dick. I was gonna fuck him so hard he would come back for more, again and again.
“Fuck, bro, your pussy is so fucking wet and tight… fuck I’m gonna blow!”
I felt my balls draw up. I couldn’t last much longer, despite the fact that I wanted to stretch it out even more. But his pussy was too warm, too wet, and I was gonna bust.
I SLAMMED into him one final time, as hard as I could. The sound of my hips slapping against his round cheeks, hard enough to make them pink, drove me over the edge. My dick pulsed and I moaned as I unleashed shot after shot of jizz straight up Luke’s well-fucked pussy. Luke went fucking crazy. He shook and screamed like he was possessed. It was kinda freaky. But I did that to him, I gave him an earth shattering pussygasm.
After a few moments to catch my breath and my dick to soften up, I pulled out of his pussy with a PLOP. To my surprise, not a single drop of cum or lube leaked out of it. In fact, it almost looked like it hadn’t been freshly fucked. Huh.
“Fuck, bro... that did it.... thank you, that finally worked…” Luke said between deep breaths. I did this to him. Me.
“Micucci, god fucking damn, your pussy SLURPED up my jizz, holy shit. It’s not even leaking out. But I think you overdid it on the lube, bro.”
But it seemed like almost immediately the spell was broken. Luke scrambled to his feet and started cleaning up, balling my sheets up to go wash them. I tried to tell him he didn’t need to, but he didn’t listen. I got up and wrapped my arms around him, my hands settling on his cheeks, giving them a strong squeeze. Now was the time. We had just fucked. I had to tell him I was in love with him.
“Luke, I gotta tell you someth-”
And before I could say anything, we were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Luke was already on his way downstairs to get the pizza before I had a chance to react. Then when he came back up, he acted like nothing had happened, like I hadn’t just fucked his brains out and practically made him squirt.
And then the rest is history. We continued fucking. I tried to be sly and ask Luke out on a stealth-date. Luke had a homophobic freakout. And now I’m heartbroken.
“When are you going to stop moping around, Sameer?”
I was pulled out of my thoughts by the voice coming from my door. There stood Anwar, tall and lean, arms crossed. Not looking happy. But his default expression towards me was stern disapproval, so whatever.
“I’m not moping Anwar. And it’s Sammy.” I felt like Sammy more than Sameer now, and even Ammi and Abah sometimes called me by my nickname. Anwar, on the other hand, steadfastly refused.
Anwar scoffed, then stepped further into my room. “I can’t believe how ungrateful you are. You don’t even appreciate the name Ammi and Abah gave you.”
I rolled my eyes. Anwar was here to lecture me about my name, once again. No topic is impossible for him to turn around and make about me not respecting our parents enough.
“Real mature, Sameer. You’re so American. Acting this way towards your elders. I can’t believe they don’t discipline you more.”
Now it was my turn to scoff. I was a good son, despite what Anwar said. Never heard a complaint from our parents. Ever since Anwar decided to seriously practice Islam again, he’s been on this high horse.
“Now, why are you moping?”
I breathed out through my nose, trying to calm myself down. My older brother was tenacious. He wasn’t going to leave until I gave him an answer.
“Is it about that white kid you hang out with all the time?”
That pissed me off. Luke is so much more than some random white guy. He’s my everything.
“You know his name is Luke,” I said through gritted teeth. Anwar is eight years older than me. We were never close. But he should know my best friend’s name.
“Let me guess,” he said as he sat down on my desk chair, “You told him how you felt, and he reacted badly, and now you’re moping about it.”
I… uh, what? I didn’t know what was more surprising, Anwar knowing about my crush or seemingly being cool about having a bisexual younger brother.
“What?” Anwar said, seemingly offended by my surprise. “You think I can’t tell when my little brother has a crush? I know what being attracted to someone is like.”
The idea that Anwar could be attracted to, let alone love, anybody is insane. Somehow he’s engaged to this other Pakistani doctor named Fatima, who is honestly a lovely person. Why she’s with my sour brother I’ll never know. I always thought that he’d go with an arranged marriage because he’s so traditional, but he did honestly seem head over heels for her.
“Honestly, why don’t you just give up? Get over this silly little crush. Find a nice Pakistani girl to settle down with, make grandchildren for Ammi and Abah.”
I was instantly enraged. “Give up? GIVE UP!? It’s not a fucking crush! You don’t know what true love is, Anwar. Luke is the love of my life, he’s the most important person to me. EVERYTHING that I am is because of him. I love him more than you could ever love anything in your cold, hard heart! You think I’m just going to give him up? No, absolutely not!! NEVER! The connection we have can’t break so easily. I’m not fucking GIVING UP!”
I panted hard from unleashing that rant. Anwar just looked at me with a knowing smirk.
“That’s what I thought Sameer. You’re welcome,” he said as he turned around and exited my room.
I was annoyed my older brother had tricked me into action, but he was right. I wasn’t going to give Luke up. I was going to fix this, and I was going to prove to Luke that he loved me back.
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Bella Lime
Awwww. That last shout. Damn better bring on the next chapter sooner rather than later. Need that romantic reconciliation
