Mikey’s Ass

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

I always knew that Mike was gay, but it wasn’t until he got his little butt that I started to care. We shared a room for a long time, and he didn’t really try to hide that he was into guys. He didn’t care when I would point out a hot girl, or anything like that. I moved across the hall when Dad decided to move his home office downstairs. Now I had privacy to jerk off all I wanted, and presumably Mike did too. I never really wanted to think about that, until I started noticing him.

I know it’s the biggest taboo, and at first I hated myself for it, but being the hedonist that I am, I came into acceptance pretty quickly. One day, I noticed that his ass had suddenly become a perky little thing, and it reminded me of a girl’s bouncing cheeks. I distinctly recall the first time I noticed it. He was wearing jeans, and they were snug around the ass. Before I could even register why I couldn’t stop looking at him walking down the hall, I mumbled, “it’d look good in spanx”. 

My buddy Ian was eating at the dining table with me, and he stopped eating at the word “spanx” and looked up at me, his eyes bright. He was like a little puppy dog when girls’ asses came up. “Spanx? The tight shorts to show off girls’ asses? Who? Where? Which ass? Who?”

He was so excited that I was talking about ass. I couldn’t admit in the moment that I was talking about my little lookalike who shared parents with me. 

“I was just thinking about Ms. Simon,” I said off the top of my head, “The new teacher. That ass would look good in spanx.”

He smiled big. “Hell yeah.”

He started rattling on about hot girls at school, thots on instagram, shit like that, even talking with his mouth full, and adjusting his boner repeatedly. Such a horndog. All the while, I was just trying to figure out why I couldn’t stop thinking about Mike. 

Mike still had a tiny frame, but his ass stuck out, especially when he wore his thin sweatpants, which had suddenly become very tight on him. Over the next few weeks, I would watch his little ass bounce down the hall or into the kitchen or wherever, and it started to drill into my mind like a tick. I even started to dream about it. Like in one, I was shaving it for him, making it hairless and perfect for me. 

For a little background, while he may have gotten a beautiful ass overnight, I was blessed with the big dick genes. My hog is thicker than my wrist. When I’ve whipped it out in front of friends, it generally earns a few gasps, congratulations, and looks of envy. I am not even humble about it. For what it’s worth, whenever dick size comes up in macho contests among the boys, I shut it down immediately. 

I wondered if it would intrigue little Mikey to see my big dick in action. Knowing I had a little gay boy at home, I had hitherto always been keen to stay fully covered up. I just didn’t want any attention or curiosity from him that would break any taboos. The idea honestly made me uncomfortable. Maybe I was even a bit homophobic, until his ass made me question everything. Once I admitted to myself that his backside was starting to attract my attention, the only thing left to do was test the waters.

I started subtly. I threw on my thinnest grey sweats one day, with no underwear, and went into his room while he was at his desk with his big headphones on. He was wearing basketball shorts and a tanktop that sat tight on his thin frame, showing that he had actually developed some shoulder muscle and pecs. I nodded to myself, somewhat proud of the guy. He was taking after me a little bit. The more masculine appearance of his upper body almost deterred me from my quest, but I pushed myself forward anyway.

“Hey, Mikey,” I said, calling his attention. He didn’t answer, couldn’t hear me through the headphones. Even better.

I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. My heavy bulge was right at eye level with him. He turned and I saw the shock in his face. I had never gone commando in sweats before, not in front of him. It made such an obscene bulge that it was literally inappropriate in front of family. His eyes were wide and staring unapologetically right at my cock. You could see the full head mashing against the fabric, clearly showing that I had a lot of meat beneath the surface. I watched him gulp, before breaking himself out of the daze and looking up to my eyes, suddenly nervous.

“What’s up?” he said meekly.

“I just need your help with some shit in the garage, if you have a second later today.”

“Cool,” he said, “In like twenty minutes sound good?”

“Awesome,” I said, and strutted out of the room. The seed was planted. What would grow was yet to be determined.

I waited in the garage, formulating the next part of my plan. He had definitely liked what he saw already. Now it was time to up the ante. I quickly pulled some wood materials down from my dad’s old abandoned projects, and got them ready on the bench. I played on my phone and tried to suppress a boner while I waited for him. A few minutes later, he appeared in the doorway. 

“Hey,” he said, still somewhat nervous.

“Hey,” I said back, “I can’t figure out how dad was supposed to finish this wooden statue.”

He approached me and sat on the bench next to me. 

“Oh yeah,” he said, “I forgot he was into these for a while. This looks like it needs a couple of… these,” he said as he reached over my body for some tools above my head. He didn’t seem to think anything of our bodies touching, but in my head all I could think about was how close his ass was to me. 

A few minutes into working on the wooden model, and chatting about nothing serious, he said, “So it’s supposed to be some statue of a dude, like a guy in a suit I guess.”

“It’s a ship captain,” I said, “You can tell by the buttons and the hat. It’s a Navy thing, I think.”

“Ah, I see that,” he said, “I always wondered about being in the Navy. Or any military for that matter. Seems kind of weird to be locked up with a bunch of dudes and become a slave to the government for so many years.”

I chuckled. “I think it’s more than that though.”

“Yeah, I guess,” he replied.

“Plus,” I said, “having a bunch of other guys around all the time might be kinda fun. Just people you relate to and wanna hang out with, and you all have a bunch of stuff in common. I bet you get close as hell, like brothers.”

“Gay,” he said ironically, citing a meme we had shared back and forth for years, making me laugh.

“Hey,” I said, “I wouldn’t judge. Sometimes the most familiar things are worth exploring. I mean, for the right guy, maybe I’d even go gay.”

He looked at me wide eyed. “Really?”

“Who knows?” I said, “I mean, if they have like, a really nice ass.”

We laughed together. Mike ventured a little lure of his own. “My friends have been making fun of my ass lately. They say it’s huge and girly and ‘a badonkadonk.’” 

“I noticed,” I said. I saw him blush a little bit. We were almost done putting together the sailor captain man.

“I need one more piece,” I said and went to walk around where he was sitting, but he didn’t move out of my way. He sat still, sticking out his ass on the stool he was on, apparently wanting me to squeeze between him and the car. I went for it, rubbing my bulge directly across his juicy cheeks, the only thing separating our skin being his shorts and my thin sweats. I felt the blood flowing into my cock as we made the contact. What had begun as me attempting to tease him had turned around on me. I was suddenly about to go crazy if I didn’t get to see that ass.

I said the first thing that came to my mind. “You gotta show me that ass, bro.”

He looked at me stunned, narrowing his eyes at me with a confused look. “You wanna… see my ass?”

“I mean,” I said, fumbling over my words, “If you wanna show me… I mean, to see how big it is, I can see if your friends are right.” I was face-palming internally. 

I could see the nerves in his face. He wanted to do it, I wanted to do it, but neither of us was willing to cross that weird taboo. In the end, we were just two hormonal males trying to satisfy the feelings in our body with the person in front of us.

I gulped, wondering what the fuck was going to happen, if maybe I had ruined it. Instead, he stood up, and I saw a boner in his shorts. He had a significant tent forming, bigger than I expected on him. Maybe even approaching my size? First new lesson of the night, Mike is a grower.

He paused for a second, then turned around, not even acknowledging his boner, and pulled his shorts below his ass, showing those hairless cheeks I had been dreaming about for weeks. My jaw dropped. There was a pang in my gut, the most beautiful thing in the world, a nice, round, perfectly sized piece of literal ass in front of me, all under the thin guise of brotherly support. 

“Um…” I started, trying to figure out how to make the moment last longer, “I mean, you should be proud of that thing, dude. It’s like, picture perfect.”

“Really?” he said, sounding sort of timid.

“Honestly,” I replied, still staring, wide eyed. 

We were silent for a beat, and he made no move to pull up his shorts. 

“I, um, I like it,” I said. Every ounce of confidence in my body drained in that moment. Fuck fuck fuck why did I say that? I thought repeatedly in my head.

But he didn’t react. He just inched his shorts down another few inches to mid thigh. I could see his balls hanging between his smooth, slender thighs. 

After another beat, he spoke, his voice catching in his throat, like he was nervous as hell, on equal footing with me to be honest. “What do you like about it?”

The cracking in his voice made me slightly more comfortable. I wasn’t the only one who was scared of what was happening between us right now. 

“It’s… um… it’s nice and round. It sticks out. It’s perky. If it were a girl’s ass I would wanna see it in a thong. Rub it on my face and bite it, and lick it. Jerk off on it and lick my own cum off it, then do it again.”

I heard his breathing start to pick up.

“Is that all?” he said, still sounding nervous. My eyes went wide when I heard his baiting remark. I looked up at him and noticed one of his hands was slowly moving up and down at his crotch, while he faced away from me, just continuing to show me that round ass.

I took the cue from him, and reached my hand down to my own bulge, rubbing it over the fabric. I was rock hard, leaving a wet spot of pre-cum down my left thigh, honestly close to cumming already.

He cleared his throat, as he kept working his cock. 

“Ah, right,” I said, “Umm…”

Then he bent over. His cheeks spread apart and I could see the little pink hole. He didn’t have a single hair on it. It was even better than I expected in my dreams. And his big balls hung low. They were actually bigger than mine. I didn’t even care about seeing balls, somehow. In my head, he just didn’t have a cock and balls basically. He was just an ass on a male body. But now, they only added to the excitement. I pulled my cock out of my sweats, and rubbed the pre-cum into my shaft slowly. I wanted this moment to last forever.

“If you were a girl…” I said.

“Yeah?” he replied breathlessly. 

“I’d fuck your ass so hard, you wouldn’t be able to fucking walk.”

He groaned. He was really getting worked up.

“I’d stuff you balls deep,” I said. “I’d slam into you ten times a day and you’d never get any rest because you’d just become a hole for my pleasure. Your ass is so perfect, I’d never be able to stop.”

I could hear his breathing picking up.

“Would you shove your big cock in me even if I told you to stop?” he said between breaths, meek, nervous, on the edge of orgasm.  

I felt my body flinch, I was about to cum, there was no stopping it. I was a full foot away from him, but I could smell his boy scent, and he was torturing me by showing me that hole. 

Then he said the final thing that pushed me over the edge. “Would you… cum for me, daddy?”

“Fuck,” I said, and I started squirting. I saw his body flinch as I started to coat his ass from a foot away. I had never shot a load that far in my life, but my body was on fire and I was having the most heightened orgasm I had ever experienced. His ass winked at me several times, and it was like it was trying to suck in the cum I had just fed to it. He leaned forward, pushing his ass closer to me. I continued shooting over ten ropes of white goo onto his perfect ass when I saw his cummy hole start to quiver rapidly. He let out a little whimper and I saw his own puddle of jizz form on the floor in front of him. 

By the time I milked out the very end of my load, his ass was almost touching me. Not a single drop landed on the floor, all of it now decorating his luscious cheeks. I still hadn’t touched him directly. No skin to skin. We had maintained some barrier tonight, as torturous as that was. When he was done draining his own balls, he stood up. He didn’t look at me, standing there with jizz running down his ass and his thighs, even coating the back of his balls.

He turned his head, a bit sweaty now, his hair spiking up a bit, and I could tell he was looking for a towel. I looked as well but didn’t see anything. Finding nothing, he just pulled his shorts up over his wet, cummy ass and said, “I better get to bed.”

When he turned to go, he still wouldn’t look me in the eye, but I saw the biggest smile on his face. It was like he couldn’t control it. He looked like a giddy schoolboy. I pulled my own sweats up over my cock and just sat down on the stool as he disappeared out the door into the house. I sat there stunned at what had just happened. It was the hottest moment of my life, and it went nothing like I had planned. 

I looked at our little model ship captain that we had almost finished. I tilted my head a bit and spoke aloud. “Sorry you had to see that.”

In my head, he answered back, in an old, salty sailor’s voice. “Y’arr, that be nothin’, I seen much worse among brothers of all sorts. Ye’ didn’t even plunder his wee little hole yet.”