"The fuck am I?" Luke Micucci mumbled out loud as he looked at his surroundings. Somewhere along the way walking home from Football practice, he must have taken a wrong turn and ended up in a part of town he's never been to before. The place was run down, with plenty of broken windows, boarded over doors, and dirty sidewalks. Luke wasn't from the nicest area either, but this place could probably be described as a "ghetto".
He had to leave practice earlier that day, because he kept fumbling on the field. Coach Cole got pissed at him. It wasn't Luke's fault, though! For some reason, his ass has gotten huge lately, and it's been throwing him off balance. And, his hole has been twitching a lot, like an electric shock right to his ass, which always makes him drop the ball. Luke was considering if he should go to a doctor or talk to his Step-Dad, Bull, when he passed by a dark alleyway. He was pulled out of his thoughts by a deep voice calling out to him.
"You lost, baby?"
The voice boomed through the entire street. Luke's head darted around, looking for the source of it, until he saw what looked like a GIANT black shadow leaning against a wall, the glowing red of a cigar flickered as the brute took a puff.
"Don't get too many snowbunnies wanderin' through the hood these days... well... not unless they're lookin' for somethin' they can't find in the suburbs," the ENORMOUS black beast of a man spoke.
The man smirks, his voice smooth as velvet as he steps away from the wall and into the light, eyeing Luke with interest, his gaze lingering for a moment on the jock's toned physique before returning to his face.
Luke was taken aback by this black man. Dude was even bigger than Coach Cole! Most people might be intimidated, by Luke Micucci was a fucking football player! He's gotten stared down by big guys before, though not as big as this monster.
"Hey bro, I don't know what the fuck a snowbunny is, but I think I'm lost. Where the fuck am I?" Luke said casually like he was talking to one of his bros.
Luke's complete lack of fear could be the result of his confidence, but in reality was mostly because of his complete lack of good sense. Anybody with half a brain could see that the huge stranger spelled trouble, and unfortunately Luke's brains have been replaced by his butt.
The man chuckles deeply, his gaze fixed on Luke's face before trailing down to that meaty ass the boy was dragging around.
Another deep rumble came from his chest as he took another puff of his cigar and blew the smoke towards Luke's face. "Relax, baby. You're in my neighborhood, now, and this here is my club," the man replied, gesturing to neon lit sign on the building behind him.
The man kept his gaze on Luke, taking him in fully with a grin, and extended a hand towards him. "You can call me, Thug Daddy, and I run these streets. Got it, baby?"
The fuck? Thug Daddy? Who the hell calls himself that?
Still, Luke didn't know what else to call the stranger. When the monster blew the smoke into his face, Luke roughly inhaled and immediately his head started to feel a little lighter. He'd had some pot before, but this shit was next level!
Luke grasped the stranger's hand, trying to demonstrate his strength with a firm grip. "Yo, I'm Luke. I don't know if I'm in your neighborhood or backyard or living room, I need to get home. How the fuck to do I get out of here?"
A gleam flashed in Thug Daddy's eye as he tightened his grip to an almost crushing force upon Luke's hand.
"Ain't no need to rush, whiteboy, you're in good hands with me," the man said, his voice dripping with confidence.
He leaned in closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over Luke. "But if you're lookin' to find your way outta here, you gotta pay the toll. Ain't nothin' free in these streets, you feel me?" Thug Daddy chuckled lowly and smacked his lips, "Besides, with that juicy peach you're packin', you're practically beggin' for some attention, ain't ya?"
What the fuck was this guy going on about?
Luke figured Thug Daddy must have been referring to his ass. He was used to the unwanted attention. It had already been big, and his teammates tended to joke about how much they wanted to fuck it, or they'd even grab it sometimes. Now that it had gotten bigger, some of the players got way more aggressive with the touching, especially Demarcus, Tyrus, and Lakeith.
If this guy wanted to touch his ass a little bit, then that wasn't such a big deal, Luke was used to it by now
"Alright man, if you wanna touch my ass or whatever, that's fine. As long as you tell me how to get home after."
Thug let out another laugh. "Well, damn..." he grunt, and his grin widened as he took another puff of his cigar, the smoke swirling around them.
"You've got yourself a deal, whiteboy," he replied, releasing Luke's hand and stepping closer.
Thug took a step closer, and spun Luke around, before pressing the boy hard into the bricks of the wall, causing him to yelp. The sound of Luke wincing made him laugh while he slowly began to crouch.
The man lowered himself, his giant hands gripping the massive doughy ughie flesh mounds of Luke's caked up ass, that looked like they were BEGGING to break through the thin athletic shorts that barely contained them.
"Goddamn..." Thug rasped, taking another puff as his eyes honed in on the dark, wet mark that was starting to spread across the fabric. He flared his nostrils as he took in the scent.
"How long you been caked up like this for, bitch?"
The big thug took Luke by surprise, and he was almost at a loss for words. As soon as he felt the stranger's fingers dig into his ass flesh, spread his cheeks and uncovering his hole, Luke felt another jolt in his ass. But this time, it was more intense. He tried to bare down on it, but when he felt the stranger's hot breath make contact with his hole, he knew something was wrong.
There was something... wet... trickling out of his hole. And it didn't feel like sweat. What the fuck was happening to him?
Luke knew had to just grin and bare it, let this guy do what he wanted and then he'd be back home.
"I don't know man... I've always had a dumper but I guess couple of weeks ago it got really huge - I needed to get new shorts and everything."
Luke didn't mention that none of his underwear fit anymore, and in fact finding underwear that fit was next to impossible, so he'd taken to going in just his jockstrap, with no materials between his skin and the mesh shorts
"Bro.... uh ok, you got to feel it, we done?"
Thug laughed some more, his fingers kneading Luke's cheeks with a roughness that sent shivers down the jock's spine. He leaned in closer, his hot breath ghosting over Luke's ear as he spoke in a low, husky tone.
"Nah, baby, we ain't done yet. You in my streets, now, remember?" he murmured, his voice dripping with danger.
The man heard Luke grumble, but he wasn't paying attention, not while there was a football team sized plate of pure whiteboy ass dripping inches from his face. He sucked his lips, "You know kid, you thicker than most all my hoes I got strippin' in the club..." Thug grunt, digging his digits into Luke's rump even harder, "How old are you, anyhow?"
Luke was used to all that kind of talk. 'Damn Micucci you got a fatter ass than my girlfriend! Maybe I should dump her and clap your cheeks instead' was one of Demarcus's favorite "jokes" in the locker room.
Luke tried to hide his wince. This Thug Daddy dude was getting really rough with him! If he wasn't used to being manhandled on the field, it might have actually hurt.
"I just turned 18 last month, man... I'm a Senior," Luke groaned. The man's fingers were digging into him, and they were dangerously close to his hole, which now felt very moist. Did the stranger notice Luke wasn't wearing any underwear?
Thug Daddy whistled, and gave Luke's rump a big SMACK. "Barely legal, huh?" he laughed, "Good thing I found you before some of these other homies we got loose around here, or you mighta' been in trouble."
The man slurped at his lips, snaked his massive hands around Luke's hips, and pulled the teen's butt toward him. Thug Daddy opened his jaw WIDE, and stuck out his tongue, clamping down his open mouth directly onto Luke's pussy beneath the sopping wet fabric, sucking HARD, pulling a glob of Luke's juices out of his hole, through the fabric and into his mouth.
"OH FUUUUCK!" Luke let out a moan while his face was pressed against the grimy brick wall.
This big stranger's huge tongue was licking his ASSHOLE. He tried to fight it, but something about the guys' tongue made Luke's toes curl, and he widened his stance automatically. The sweet, sucking sensations made his hole tingle and jolt, he even arched his back like a slut as his poor straight virgin jock hole was given the tongue lashing of a lifetime.
Unknown to Luke, Thug Daddy spent half his time eating out the dancers at his club, and he was known for having the largest, most flexible tongue in the entire neighborhood
"DUDE What the fuck are you doing!?"
His tongue slithered and snaked all across Luke's hole, poking and prodding the jock pussy with ease, until eventually the thin layer of mesh fabric wore away, splitting apart as Thug feasted upon the teen.
"You wanted to find your way home, right? Well, you gotta pay the toll, and you've got one sweet ass, boy."
With that, Thug Daddy leaned back in, his tongue darting out to lap at Luke's pussy once more, teasing and tantalizing him with every stroke. He worked around Luke's hole, licked up his crack, and dug his thick tongue as deep as he could inside the teen, all the while slurping all of the boy's ripe juices he could, and sending Luke into a tailspin.
One part of Luke was so overtaken with the lustful sensations that he wanted to give in and let Thug Daddy use his hole however he wanted. But Luke Micucci was straight, damnit! And he wasn't going to be made into some dirty thug's prison bitch.
