Lue's Big Butt Changes

**LUKE**

Here we were. Sammy and me. On the hood of his car, at the lookout over town. How did I get here? The events of the past few months played back in my head. Waking up with an oversized bubble butt. Getting that crazy itch. Discovering what getting fucked did to me. Losing Sammy. Finally figuring out what the fuck was going on. And then getting Sammy back. Figuring myself out, finally.

"You okay, babe?" Sammy looked up at me from the crook of my arm. My arm was around his shoulder, despite him being taller than me. My fingers were tangled in the curly hair near his neck. Sammy nuzzled into my chest, rubbing his stubble against my pecs almost like a cat.

My stomach did a weird flip when he called me 'babe'. It was different, but not in a bad way. I just had to get used to it.

Was I okay? I was more than okay. Even though I had cost us the Championship this year, I felt like I just hit a Grand Slam and won MVP for the entire state. Sammy always gassed me up, made me feel like I could do anything, and right now I felt like I could hit a home run pitched by the best pitchers in the MLB.

"Yeah. I really, really am, bro." Despite the fact that I wasn't cured, having Sammy around meant my JPS was mostly managed. I still had attacks every now and then, but it turns out getting dick regularly helps keep them from happening. I'm sure Dr. C was loving all the free experiments Sammy and I were doing for him.

Sammy smiled back at me and rubbed my stomach contentedly. I turned my head back towards the sky, to take in the stars.

"Damn, it's beautiful tonight."

"It sure is." I felt Sammy's hot breath hit the side of my face.

I turned back to see his deep brown eyes already fixed on me. I could really get lost in those chestnut eyes. I was barely able to pull myself away from his almost hypnotic gaze. I laughed and shoved his shoulder.

"You dickhead, I meant the sky."

Sammy propped himself up on one elbow. "You're more beautiful than the sky."

I let out a deep groan and rolled my eyes. "Duuuuude you already got me in the sack, enough with the cheesy pick-up lines." Sammy could say the dumbest shit sometimes. I'd never admit this to him, but I kinda loved it. He wasn't afraid to tell me how he felt, after keeping it bottled up for years.

"I can't help it, I'm a romantic!"

"I don't think romantics fuck like rabbits all the damn time."

"Hey, romantics can still get horny! Besides we only fuck so much because I have to help out my boyfriend with his totally real, not-made-up, officially diagnosed medical problem."

I rolled my eyes again. Despite the fact that we were now "official" or whatever, nothing had really changed that much between Sammy and me. We still liked to rile each other up and horse around and shit. It's just that now, our horsing around usually ended up with him balls deep inside me.

Sammy snaked his hand into mine, curling his fingers tightly. His deep brown eyes felt like they were staring into my soul.

It was surreal. I've known this dude since we were in elementary school together. We've always had each other's back. All my happiest memories are with him, no exception. And all these years, I finally understood why my heart would beat faster, the funny feeling I'd get in my gut whenever I was close to him. This wasn't admiration for my best bro. It was like I had finally woken up to what everyone else had already realized.

I felt like such a dick, the way I'd treated him.

"Bro, I'm sorry," I said, Sammy turning to meet my eyes, "I was such a dick to you. Pushing you away like that. What I called you. I overreacted, I was surprised but that doesn't excuse it."

Sammy's eyes went wide. "Damn, I never thought I'd hear you apologise for shit," he replied.

"Yeah, well, I made a new friend and he got me trying out this whole 'taking personal responsibility' shit."

"Well, I guess I gotta meet this mysterious new friend and thank him personally. Just so he knows who you belong to now," Sammy said, half-jokingly.

Sammy talks a big talk, but I know he would honestly appreciate Mark being there for me.

His face suddenly got serious. "I should be the one apologizing to you, babe. I basically forced myself on you. I was so obsessed with the idea of being with you, I jumped to conclusions, misread your signals. I saw what I wanted to see. When you rejected me like that, it hurt. I was being an immature bitch. Anwar even said so."

I laughed. Sammy's brother Anwar is alway so critical of him, and I can totally see him using those exact words.

"Bro, I totally get it. You weren't misreading the signals. I just hadn't realised the signals I was sending. We both made mistakes. But we're here now, and that's what matters."

Sammy pulled me in closer to him, his face beaming.

"I'm so fucking happy, Micucci. I can't believe this. All these years, I never thought that my dream would come true."

"What dream?"

"Dude, you've had top billing in my jerk off fantasies since I started whacking it!"

"Come on, man. Knock it off. Stop it with the corny shit." I shoved him again, but I think my burning cheeks were traitors to my true feelings.

Damn, Sammy really is into me. I know he's said it a million times, and it's definitely mutual, but sometimes I get a little shell shocked thinking about how my best friend since I was in freaking Little League is now my boyfriend. Boyfriend. What the fuck happened to my life? All because I woke up one day with an extra-huge bubble butt and a twitchy, hungry hole.

"Man, to be honest, having JPS fucking SUCKS, but if there was one positive, I don't think we'd have ever..." I gestured between the two of us. "Become this, without it. You feel me?"

Sammy laughed. "Yeah, Micucci, you're so fucking dense you needed a medical problem to wake up your natural craving for dick. Your body was literally like, 'get some dick in this boy, ASAP!'"

I shoved him again. "Dickhead."

"Yeah, but you love this dickhead." He smirked and grabbed his bulge. I licked my lips as a reflex, picturing the fat tube of meat inside his jeans. Wanting it inside me. I knew we couldn't fuck outside on the hood of his car, though, so I pushed my desire down as hard as I could.

Suddenly, Sammy sat up and raised his arms above his head. "THANK YOU JPS FOR FINALLY AWAKENING MY BOYFRIEND TO HIS TRUE CALLING AS A POWER BOTTOM!!" His voice echoed down the valley towards the town.

I scrambled to get up and clasp a hand over his mouth. We were on a lookout facing into the city, and I wondered if the echo would be audible from there. "Dude, shut up! Just because I'm public now doesn't mean I want it blastin' everywhere."

Sammy's eyes crinkled, then I felt something hot and wet swipe over my palm. I pulled my hand away to wipe Sammy's spit on my shirt. "Sorry, babe. Kiss and make up?"

I considered holding back for a second, just to tease him, but eventually I had to give in. He drew me in with a breath and I leaned in to press my lips against his lips. Sammy's kisses were always passionate, soft or hard, tender or hot as fuck. This time he was definitely the latter. He took control, as he likes to do, and parted my lips with his so we could wrestle tongues. Sammy grabbed me and pulled me in closer, his hands went to my back, rubbing my torso up and down, going lower, and lower and...

"WOAH!" I yelped and pulled off in surprise. Sammy's hands had found their way right to my ass and were kneading my fat ass cheeks like pizza dough.

Before I could protest more, Sammy practically assaulted my face with his mouth again while his hands mauled my ass cheeks. I grabbed onto his hairy chest to steady myself as I leaned deeper into him. Sammy slid his hand into my jeans and resumed his ass kneading with no barrier in between. I groaned when I felt his hands pull apart my fat cakes and he grazed my hole with his fingers.

Sammy pulled off me, flashing a huge grin with a mischievous look in his eyes. "So, when were you planning on telling me you were getting wet?" Sammy pulled his hand out of my jeans and held up his fingers, clearly damp with my natural ass juice. To be completely honest, I was always a little bit wet, so it was getting hard to notice unless it got really bad. My pussy being perma-moist was pretty much the new normal.

"Looks like somebody needs his medicine..." Sammy grabbed me by my jeans and flipped me over onto his hood, then pulled me down so my feet were on the ground to steady myself. Before I could even say anything, my jeans were pulled down to my ankles like a magician pulling out a tablecloth.

"Ohhhh fuuuuckkkk" I moaned as Sammy shoved his face in between my cheeks and started lapping at my hole. Turns out I really liked getting my ass ate. Nothing beats cock, for sure, but getting Sammy to munch on my pussy for a good 20 minutes really made the "treatment" so much better. My pussygasms were always even more earth-shattering when Sammy took the time to make out with my pussy beforehand.

Man, what the fuck? Just a few months ago I thought I never would have called my hole a pussy. But after all that I've been through, it just felt right. I could still be a top dog alpha jock, but I had a pussy. A pussy that got wet, that liked to get fucked.

I braced myself against the hood of the car while Sammy tongued my fuckhole.

"You like that?"

I could only moan in reply as he pushed his spongy cockhead against my sensitive pussy lips. I could feel my juice dripping down my muscular hamstrings, my pussy wet with desire.

I wanted to scream "FUCKING WRECK ME!!" to Sammy, but the only thing that could come out was a guttural moan.

***

**SAMMY**

The sight of him, sprawled out shirtless on the hood of my car, with his shorts pulled down to his ankles, was almost enough to make me cum right then and there.

"You doing okay, babe?" I asked as I leaned down to kiss between his shoulder blades. I've dreamt of doing that for years. Now I can finally touch, kiss, and most importantly, fuck Luke whenever I want. My boyfriend.

Luke could only moan with his face pressed against the cold metal. He was suddenly so sensitive. One minute we were making out, then he started to get wet and needed me inside him.

Something about Luke... a part of me wants to give him whatever he wants. The whole world. I want to worship at the altar of his ass. Another part wants to tease him, draw out that slutty side that he keeps so buried inside himself. The Luke I love best is when he's relaxed and lets go of his inhibitions. The way he really only gets with me, but even then it takes some effort.

I used two of my fingers to circle the ring of his pussy. Already he's dripping that natural lube down his taint, and with each pass I scoop up more of it and coat my fingers. Gently stroking the outside of it, my fingertips grazing his hole oh so slightly. I know for Luke, this must be like sweet, sweet torture.

"You like this, babe?" I whispered again.

Luke nods against the car, whimpering "Fuuuuuuuuuck", muffled by the metal.

"Babe, you're so wet already. Did you get wet 'cuz of me? Did my big, fat cock make your pussy hungry?"

"Ugh... you... OH GOD... know it did, FUCKKKK!!!" Luke's moans grew louder as I started to push my fingers inside the tight, yet slick ring of his asspussy. With how wet he was, my fingertips slid in easily. I was half-expecting his pussy to be loose and elastic, but instead it was tight, warm, wet. The way his ass muscles clenched down around my fingers, like he didn't want me to pull them out, was complete heaven.

"Damn, baby, I thought after taking all those cocks... the team... Coach.... Figured you would be so stretched out. How the fuck are you still so tight?"

"I don't... UMF... knowwww-!"

Two fingers in, smooth as butter. I barely encountered resistance as I sunk them in, my fingers grazing over his shallow nub. Every time I did, Luke's ass would clench, his hips pushing back, opening up to me. My baby was so desperate, so hot.

"Your pussy feels so good against my fingers, babe. So tight. Want some more?"

"FUCK! DICK!!" I didn't know if Luke was telling me that he wanted my dick, or if he was calling me a dick. Either was valid. I was teasing him pretty hard, but I just loved to see him come undone completely. Drop all the straight jock bro bullshit and be his true slutty self. The kind that will loudly proclaim he has a pussy to anyone with a big enough dick.

Three fingers in now, and I started to stir them in his guts, swirl them around and stretch his tight tunnel out. I could feel him getting more and more slack, more eager, opening up for me. For what he really wants... my cock.

"Shh... just try to hang in there, baby. I'm gonna make sure you're nice and loose." I leaned down and planted more kisses on his shoulders, his back, then started kissing and sucking on his neck. "You just make me wanna tear you apart... don't wanna hurt you, baby. Wanna make you feel so good, Luke."

"FUCK! I'm loose, fuck, I'm loose!" A desperate whine escaped from his throat. The walls were crumbling down, and Slut Luke was making his first appearance.

"Yeah? I can feel it. Your cunt was so tight a second ago. Now it's so stretchy, look at how deep you can take three fingers." I pushed my fingers in deeper, all three of them to the knuckle, as deep as I could possibly go. Not nearly deep enough for what Luke really needs, I knew that. But I didn't want a quick pump and dump. I've wanted to use Luke's body for years; I'm going to savor it. I want him to know that this isn't just hooking up, this is something real.

"Damn... I think you might be ready babe." I grabbed his face with one hand and turned him so he was looking over his shoulder. I pressed my lips against his and we made out furiously, our tongues wrestling together, both of us fighting for what we really wanted. Finally, he stopped resisting, letting me suck on his tongue and then invading his mouth with my own. Our lips were pressed together so tightly, it felt like a vacuum seal. He moaned into me and gripped my forearms tightly, almost a little too hard.

I'm having a sloppy make-out with my best friend, the person I've loved and lusted over since I was in middle school. I hoped, I hoped so much, but I never thought it would happen. Not like this, at least.

"Tell me, baby. I wanna make you feel good. Tell me what you need, baby. I'll do whatever you ask." I whispered against his ear as I ended our kiss.

"Fuck! Sammy!! COCK!!!" he cried out in need.

"You want my cock, baby? Where do you want it?"

Luke huffed in disbelief that I was doing this to him. Every time I thought he had fully embraced the fact that he was gay and a major slut, he would retreat back into his shell a little bit. But each time wasn't as deep as before. Like coaxing a rabbit out of a cage, so timid and apprehensive but curious and hungry, until it gets accustomed to you.

"Sammyyyyy...," he full-on whined. Truthfully, it was such a turn on to see him like this, but at the same time my stomach clenched because I could see how hard this was on him. I couldn't imagine what having his condition was like. That's why I wanna take care of him, make him feel good. If I could cure him, I would. If I can make him feel even a little bit better, I will.

"Yeah, baby, you have to tell me. I won't know unless you do."

"YOU FUCKING... AHHH!!" Luke was getting aggressive, so I hooked my three fingers in his pussy and pressed down on his prostate. That instantly made him stop in his tracks and knock down some of his resistance.

"Shh... don't get upset baby. I'm just trying to help you. Just tell me, Luke."

Luke relaxed against my fingers again, the tension leaving his shoulders, but his pussy remained a vice grip on my fingers. He looked over his shoulder at me, his face flushed red, lips swollen from our kiss, eyes glassy, and faint tear marks down his cheeks. My heart hurt and my dick throbbed.

"Please... bro... in my pussy. Put your dick in my pussy..." he said through heavy breaths.

"That's all I needed, baby, you just gotta ask for it. Whatever you want, whatever you need."

I pulled my fingers out achingly slow, Luke's pussy trying to cling on for dear life, like it couldn't stand to be empty again. He let out a little yelp when my fingers finally popped out, and I had to take a minute to gaze at the sight of him.

Somehow, his pussy didn't close up again, it was still slightly open. Not like a huge gaping crater, but just enough to see a gap. Globs of juice dripped down over his taint.

"I gotta get lubed up first, babe. Don't wanna go in dry and hurt you." Luke was wet enough that I knew I couldn't hurt him, but I was going to drag this out as long as I possibly could.

I slapped my cock down in between his massive cakes, those two big round jiggly muscles. They were so huge that they almost enveloped my cock completely. My shaft was pressed up against his hole, and I could feel his pussy juice dripping onto it. The large vein on my cock throbbed.

I started to move, to thrust. His two bubble cheeks clenched over my rod, with the slickness of his pussy juice. It almost felt like a fleshlight, the smooth skin of his bubble butt. I slid my cock up and down, so that the tip of it came out between his cheeks against the small of his back, and I slid my cock down so just the head was still encased in those massive cakes.

"Oh baby, fuck, how do just your ass cheeks feel so good?" I growled as I started to pick up the pace, rhythmically sliding my cock into his ass globes like they were a cocksleeve. "Clench your ass just like that, baby, just FUCK!"

Luke was giving me a buttjob, I realized. I don't know if that was the right term, but it seemed to fit. Blowjob, pecjob, buttjob. I had no idea I would like this so much, I always just thought about putting it in as soon as I could. With all the girls I've been with, it was never like this. Minimal foreplay, and I'd fuck them hard and fast. I was kinda an asshole, just focused on getting myself off. But Luke is different. I want to set every nerve of him on fire, I want to overload him with pleasure. It's all about him.

His buttjob felt so good, my sensitive underside sliding against his still slightly open pussy. Every time my cockhead passed over it, it snagged a little bit, the tip coming oh-so-close to pressing inside, but then I'd angle my hips and thrust so it slid right past it. Every time I did that, Luke let out a strangled whine of desperation. I had to stop myself, slow down, so that I wouldn't shoot my load all over his back and waste the cum that I knew he needed.

"Alright baby. It's time."

His breath ragged, his chest heaving, Luke looked over at me again. The want in his eyes shone through like a spotlight in fog. Not just want for any dick, no, this was want specifically for me. For my cock. Right then I knew, no matter how many dicks Luke took, I was special. Nobody made him feel like how I could make him, because nobody loved him more than me.

Luke's pussy spread as soon as I pressed the tip against it. Fuck, it was so strong it was almost like he was sucking me in. The wet slick sounds of his pussy spreading as my spongey cockhead pressed against that nub inside him filled my ears, the only sound in this secluded part of the woods. I wanted to pause, to let Luke get a chance to adjust to my girthy cock. I've always been a bit jealous of some of the other guys on the team, even of that donkey dicked nerd Mark, but I knew when it came to girth I had them beat. Don't get me wrong, my cock wasn't short by any means, but it was so girthy it almost looked like an extra long butt plug.

Instead, Luke's pussy had a mind of its own. Without even moving my hips slightly, my cock was pulled in deeper, deeper into the folds of his tight, wet cunt. Whether consciously or subconsciously, Luke's pussy was literally sucking me in deeper, inch by inch swallowed up. I could see that vein sink into his pussy, his ring stretched out completely around my girth. With just a couple of inches left, I didn't wait for Luke's pussy to finish gobbling up my cock. I felt my cockhead hit a tight spot, his pussy unable to suck me in further.