In the heart of the winding labyrinth of the disheveled Green End Estate, the square opened up, and right on the corner of the run down, rough neighbourhood was the Horse and Jocky. The Horse and Jockey was a shabby old fashioned pub, but popular with locals since it was the only pub around. Multiple generations of punters frequented the boozer come rain or shine.
Darren was the owner of the Horse and Jockey and lived directly above In a flat like the old school English pub landlords. He had worked there since his twenties, now 41, and was usually referred to as Daz by most. He was tall at 6ft 2, and fairly stocky with broad shoulders and a big chest.
Though he was openly gay, nobody disrespected him on the estate since he was a staple in the community. He had been in the business long enough that he could handle any trouble that came through the doors - a little on the rough side himself being born and raised in the estate.
Darren also worked as a handyman on the side and had done odd jobs all over the place for mates rates. He was friendly, with a flirty mischievous nature to him and a naughty gleam in his blue eyes as he bantered with the clientele. He wore a cropped black beard and his hair quiffed back with a slightly receded hairline above his rugged yet gentle and fairly handsome face.
He had a deep tan from his frequent visits to the sun beds and his muscled arms were inked with thick black tribal tattoos that had been the style when he was younger. Darren liked to show off his stocky physique by donning tight exercise wear, usually a form fitting Airolite Nike top with flimsy matching shorts, since he was always active and usually running around all day between the pub, odd handyman jobs and the gym.
All in all he was a playful, attractive guy with a good sense of humour, however this was just one side to him...
Below Darren's waist, he had a gigantic, rounded plushy daddy arse. Each cheek resembled a full moon and combined they were practically bursting out of whatever he was wearing.
His massive hams wobbled and bounced with abandon since he barely ever wore boxers, and he loved it. Not only did he have a pair of giant fuck balloons - Darren was an absolutely insatiable power bottom with the greediest Mancunt known to man.
He had had a horny big booty since he could remember, but When he had been a younger man, he'd been more of a submissive type - letting pervy older tops of the estate have their sleazy way with him, be it in back allies over a dustbin or in the back of a white van.
However as he'd grown, so had his creamy globes, and he had become more and more lustful at the act of aggressively pleasing his sloshy cum bucket however he saw fit... using bad chav lad's and thug's cocks as his own personal dildo. None had ever complained.
After a quiet evening, at around 11pm Darren was beginning to close down moving around the pub as usual, collecting glasses and wiping down tables. He was wearing a sky blue tight Nike gym kit, clinging to his plump, luscious man mounds.
The punters were trickling off into the night, and in the end only one lad who remained, sat in a dark corner of the pub on an old couch. He came in occasionally with mates, and unlike the usual loutish bravado the boys carried on with in the pub, this one was the quiet, more nerdish type.
He sat nursing a pint watching gaming videos on his phone. Occasionally he glanced up to look at the footy on the screen, but Darren noticed his eyes seemed to dart up to the screen every time he happened to glance his way.
The lad's name was Jake, he was 19 - and wore the usual standard tracksuit as his peers, but was of a slighter build than most of his hench mates. He had a handsome face with wavy ash blonde hair, faded at the sides.
He'd seen Darren Wobbling around the pub cracking jokes plenty of times - but had been careful not to stare at him when in the pub drinking with his bros. However, tonight, he'd decided to post himself up alone so he could discreetly ogle the voluptuous older bar man in peace.
He had never seen a bloke with such a thick curvaceous set of cakes before. What was even more of a turn on was the way Darren flaunted it without an ounce of shame, with a knowing look in his eyes as he served from behind the bar.
Jake could just tell Darren would know exactly what to do with his long girthy cock, which had been pulsing in his trackies for the few hours he'd been there.
Jake was a dirty minded lad and raging with hormones. He'd never gone all the way with a guy before, but was secretly obsessed with fat bouncing bubble butts on the back of a sexy man.
To his frustration there was hardly anyone around who was packing what made him drool. There was Jay, a chavvy lad on the estate a bit older than him, who had a huge dumper - but he was intimidating and although it was a known secret he liked up the chuff - he apparently only went with stacked fuckers and Jake was probably too weedy to stand a chance.
When he'd come into the pub for the first time a few months back with his bros one night, he felt like thunder struck him where he sat when his eyes fell on Darren leaning over a table to wipe it with his back arched - his donkey butt protruding in the grey cotton trackies he'd been wearing.
Since then he'd taken every chance he got to perv out on Darren's gorgeous body and gone home to wank himself silly.
Datren had a slutty sixth sense when it came to being discreetly eye fucked, in fact he was used to it. He'd been aware of the younger man's ogling and made a point to give Jake plenty of angles.
Tonight as he wiped glasses behind the bar, Darren watched Jake awkwardly sat in the corner, and noticed he was pretty cute. He felt a stirring deep in his chute, and bit his lip, soaking in the tension that was flooding the small pub now that it was only the two of them.
Jake pretended to be staring at his phone but was wagging his foot nervously.
He slowly approached the back table, standing before Jake, who rose his eyes sheepishly.
"Gonna start locking up lad, you want another?," Darren asked kindly, "no rush like, I'll let you out' back door"
"Er..yeah alright.. thanks," Jake coughed and then mumbled averting his gaze.
Darren smiled warmly, "coming up mate"
He felt Jake's hungry eyes raping his fat backside as he made his way around the pub, drawing the curtains and locking the door.
He made sure to bounce his bum bags extra hard on the way to the bar to pour the young man his pint. Then, with the place obscured from anyone seeing in or entering from outside, Darren hatched a horny idea... He vanished into a back room for a moment.
Jake waited, staring at his phone - but not even seeing the images displayed on the screen, his mind was consumed by Darren's huge wobbly bum.
His hands were close to trembling as he heard Darren's footsteps approaching. He held his breath and tried to act casual and chill. With the pint placed In Front of him, he raised his eyes to give his thanks, but was unable to, because instead he gawped in shock at the sight that met him as he looked up.
Darren was stood before him, completely naked except from the baseball cap and air max trainers he was wearing on his feet. He smiled down at Jake - whose mouth was hanging open as he stared up, his hand frozen where he'd gone to reach for the pint.
