Lue's Big Butt Changes

Sammy POV

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 gently reprimanded. 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 immigrant parents. And they were surprisingly open-minded, I'd never heard either of them say anything remotely homophobic. I couldn't help but worry how they would take me being bi, though.

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, yada yada yada. 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. He thinks that being a doctor already makes him qualified as my third parent.

"I'm just not hungry. Can I go up to my room?" I said with a heavy sigh.

Abah opened his mouth like he was going to say no, but one look from Ammi made him change his mind, and he reluctantly let me go. 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 law 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 the 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. 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'd 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. So when I say I'm an expert on Luke, believe me. Every memory we have together is seared into my brain. Especially all of those 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, he 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 stick. 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."