JPS Case Files: Mutt by Bluesuedewho

This is a guest story I commissioned from the excellent Bluesuedewho. You can read his works on GayKinkyStories! I love how he expanded on the JPS world and who knows maybe I’ll revisit these characters myself!

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“Coach says I have a jockey butt,” I said between bites of burger.

“Hockey butt,” Bark said, stealing a fry. “Because hockey players usually have big asses.”

“I don’t play hockey, genius,” I explained with an eye-roll. “How would I have a hockey butt?”

Bark laughed, snagging another fry. Barclay and I had been friends since kindergarten, although neither of us got our nicknames until high school. My football buddies came up with ‘Mutt’ on account of my big ears and shaggy hair. I used to be sensitive about how my ears stuck out, but it didn’t bother me anymore. And besides, I have the hearing of a hawk.

As for Bark… Well, everybody on the football team has a nickname. Turk, Bro-beans, Slammer, Honk. Barclay wasn’t on the team, but he was a cheerleader, so he was always around – so he got a nickname too. Bark and Mutt. I like it.

“If either of us has a big butt, it’s *you*, dude,” I said. “You don’t need any more of my fries,” I added, jokingly pulling the greasy carton closer to my side of the picnic bench.

“I’ll have you know my butt is 100% muscle,” Bark said. “And abs of steel, too. I have to be able to throw the girls on the cheer squad ten feet in the air. This body isn’t just for show, you know,” he said, running his hands down his slim sides.

I grinned and raised an eyebrow. Bark was way skinnier and shorter than all the football players, me included. The only place he wasn’t skinny was his perky bubble butt.  “Well, all I know is if you ever get a case of JPS, call me up and I’d be happy to help you out, bro.”

“Carson Syndrome.”

“What are you, the school nurse?” I teased. “Gonna start lecturing me about the importance of pro-flactics?”

Bark wrinkled his button nose for a second before grabbing another fry to dip in his milkshake. “I’ll skip the lecture. But hey! Wanna come to the basketball game tonight? We have a new routine I developed, and I want my best bud there to see it.”

“Basketball? Those skinny losers,” I joked. “You should be cheering on *real* men, like me and the football team.”

Bark’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “I dunno, big guy. I’ve been in the locker room after basketball games and some of those dudes are hung like horses – almost as big as I am! And nuts the size of tennis balls.”

“Gross, Bark! I don’t wanna hear about stuff like that,” I said, making a face as I glanced at the front of his shorts. He was always joking about how hung he was. At least, I think it was a joke. His shorts looked pretty packed, but that was just because the rest of Bark was small. Right?

“Well, if you ever *do* want to hear about it, you have my number!” Bark hopped up, nimbly vaulting over the bench. “Gotta get to class. I’ll see you tonight?” he said, snagging one last fry.

“Yeah. We can hit the taco place after the game,” I said, gesturing with my burger.

“Where do you put it all?” Bark laughed. “You have a hollow leg or something?”

“Hollow leg? What are you, my grandpa?” I scoffed. “Besides, gotta feed the muscle machine!” I said, burger in one hand and flexing my biceps with the other. “Think I might be hitting a late growth spurt,” I added, taking a big bite.

“Careful! It might all go to your jockey butt!” Bark teased as he walked away. I tried not to stare at his slim waist as he strode off – or his pert ass bouncing in his short-shorts.

I’d been thinking a lot about asses lately. Like, even more regularly than a horny teen dude. When Coach had pulled me aside the other day I had kinda freaked out, like he somehow knew about all the JPS videos I’d been watching on my phone.

It was right after Coach gave the team “the talk” about the importance of getting checked if we had any early symptoms, even though nobody at our school had it. At least, not that I knew of. There’d been rumors a track dude at Bayside got it so bad he had to drop out of school for full-time treatment – I hadn’t heard of anything like that happening to anyone I knew.

All the guys were laughing the whole time Coach muttered his way through the presentation. They kept making cracks about man-ginas and boy pussies and stuff. Slapping each others’ asses. I could tell Coach was hella uncomfortable talking about it. And even more uncomfortable when he took me aside afterwards.

“Mutt,” he said, clearing his throat a few times. “Uh, have you ever been screened for any of those symptoms? For Carson Syndrome?”

I scoffed. “Naw, that’s just for gay dudes. I’m as straight as they come, Coach! A little extra padding in my shorts doesn’t mean my ass is gonna start leaking lube!”

“It’s important to me that all my players are staying healthy, and part of that is regular check-ups, especially if you might be prone to something like Jock Puss… Uh, I mean, *Carson’s*. It’s not about your sexuality, which is none of my business. Anyone can get it, but especially athletic young men with glutes like yours, Mutt. And recently your glutes have gotten… larger. Frankly, you’ve grown a serious jockey butt, son, and that’s usually the first symptom…”

Or *had* he said hockey? I frowned and ate another fry. I don’t remember any hockey players in the JPS videos I had been watching. Basketball, wrestling, baseball… It had started out with short clips of guys on social media talking about life with JPS, although some of them were just hopping on trends, like the Ripp-it Challenge, or that one where you tried to soak a towel.

Some of the videos were legit educational though, with nurses or doctors explaining how the syndrome developed in stages, what helped relieve the symptoms, new clinics specializing in confidential care. Always male docs and nurses for some reason. One had a big nurse with a giant donkey dick demonstrating treatment methods on a moaning, dripping college dude trying to keep quiet as a doctor explained what was happening. Weird that it was on a porn site, but I guess that’s where most guys go for sex ed.

Still, the odds of me encountering JPS in real life were pretty low. There weren’t any gay jocks at our school. Bark, I guess. If anyone I knew was going to get a case of jock pussy, it’d be him. Pert juicy butt, sorta gay, enough muscle to technically be an athlete.

Would it make our relationship awkward if Bark constantly needed to get his hole plowed like the guys in those videos? Must be *hella* uncomfortable having that itch all the time. Weird to think about it, but I guess I’d be willing to help my little buddy out. It was a serious medical condition, after all. Important to support your friends going through big life changes! And the little things too, like going to watch Bark and the other cheerleaders at second-tier sports like basketball.

***

I squirmed in my seat. I wasn’t *bored* watching basketball, despite the way I had ribbed Bark earlier, but I was having a hell of a time sitting still. Everytime the buzzer sounded it was like I could feel it vibrating my ass. Weird. And it was hot in the gymnasium. I hopped up to get a drink, trying to ignore the sweat rolling down between my butt cheeks. Maybe I should start wearing jockstraps… Or at least looser shorts.

“You okay, Mutt?” the girl working concessions asked. “Your face is all red.”

“Just hot in here,” I said, taking a gulp of soda. She looked at me. “Isn’t it?”

“Not really,” she said with a frown. “You want me to put some ice in a baggie for you?”

“Nah, I’ll be okay. I’ll pop outside after Bark does this new routine he’s all excited about,” I said, measuring out a few bucks before heading back to my seat.

Bark was smaller than some of the girls on the cheer squad. His body even looked like some of them, a little. Long smooth legs, compact torso with intense abs. If it wasn’t for how narrow his waist was, you could maybe mistake him for a short-haired girl from behind. On the court he moved as confidently as the rest of them, performing lifts and throws with practiced ease. At one point he vaulted onto a girl’s back and did a one-armed handstand, legs held together over his head. His tight little body pointed straight up to the ceiling like an arrow.

He had a nicer ass than some of the girls, too. High and tight, with just a bit of jiggle. I could see it clench beneath his shorts as he dismounted and then lofted another cheerleader up in the air. He turned and grinned widely at the audience, his teeth practically sparkling. I wondered what Bark would look like in one of those educational videos… Fuck. No, that was too weird. But I couldn’t stop staring at my bro’s pert butt…

Somebody slapped me on the back. “Eyyy, Mutt. Still thinking about Coach’s little talk the other day?”

I turned around to see Slammer giving me a shit-eating grin. “Oh, screw you, Slammer!” I joked. “Some of us have better things to do than think about jock pussy all day,” I added with a smirk.

“Yeah, some of us are into *chicks*,” Slammer shot back with a guffaw. “So what did Coach pull you aside for then?”

“NOTHING. I mean, nothing important. Stuff. About the next game,” I lied, staring at the scoreboard to avoid eye-contact.

“He have anything to say about that fat hockey butt you’re hauling around in those shorts?”

“How does everyone in the world apparently know about this hockey thing?” I muttered. “I just naturally have muscular glutes.”

“I think the term is thiCC,” Slammer said. “A big, beefy booty.”

“Shut up! At least I *have* an ass, beanpole,” I said, squirming in my seat.

Slammer smirked. “Uh-oh! Getting an itch back there, buddy?”

I felt my cheeks turn pink. “Fuck you, Slammer. Maybe your nickname should have been… Shit-sayer, because of all the shit you say!” I said, getting up to leave.

“Lemme know if you ever need help scratching that bitch-itch, Mutt!” Slammer hollered after me as I stormed out of the gymnasium.

***

There was a knock on my car window. “Hey, Mutt! Ready to get some tacos?” Barclay said, hopping into the passenger seat.

“Don’t wanna get tacos anymore,” I mumbled, looking down at my phone.

Bark nudged my elbow with his. “I saw you leave early. Want to talk about it?”

“Do you think JPS really changes guys like in the videos?”

Bark paused. For a moment the car was silent. Just the sound of me idly turning my phone screen on and off, not really looking at it. Then Bark said, “Listen, Mutt… I know the school’s been making a big deal about it, all the super serious talks and pamphlets and stuff. But it’s nothing to worry about. People with Carson Syndrome *can* live regular, fulfilling lives just like anyone else.” Bark leaned onto my shoulder, his smaller frame resting lightly against mine. “It’s not a death sentence.”

“Really?”

“Of course, really! In fact, all the guys I’ve talked to online in JPS forums say their lives actually got better in a lot of ways once they figured things out,” he said, looking up at me.

My eyes went wide. Bark knew people with JPS? Was he… was he worried that *he’d* get it? Maybe it’d be fun for him, as a gay guy? My eyes dropped down to his ass, even though I couldn’t really see it from this position. “Would you want to get it?” I asked. “I mean, would it make *your* life better?”

Bark laughed. “Well, it might make it a little harder to be a top, but I’m sure I could make it work.”

“A top? Oh, like the guy who sticks it in the other guy,” I said with a nod. “Aren’t you a little short to be a top?”

Bark punched me in the shoulder. “That doesn’t matter, dummy! And I’m more than tall enough when I’m lying down.”

I scrunched up my face. “How does *that* work?”

Bark smirked. “I’ll explain it when you’re older.”

“Quit kiddin’ around, Barclay!”

“I’m saying I’m a big boy where it counts,” Bark teased, tugging at his waistband. ”There’s a *reason* I have to go for the biggest cup size when wearing a jockstrap.”

“Oh. OH!” I said, cheeks blushing and ass clenching. “Ugh. I did *not* want that mental picture, Bark!”

“Yeah? And what mental picture is that, Mutt?” Bark said with a wink.

My mind flashed to the horse-hung nurse from that one video, pounding a moaning dude over an exam table until they both blasted like a gallon of cum.

“I mean like, *if* I was picturing it, it would probably be gross,” I said. “Wait, what kind of guys do you like, then?”

“I thought you weren’t picturing it?” Bark chuckled.

“I’m just being a supportive friend!” I explained, scratching the side of my butt. “I guess I figured the topper was usually the bigger dude, and the pitcher was kinda smaller like you.”

“A *top*, Mutt,” Bark said. “And a pitcher is the same thing as a top. Catchers are bottoms. And vers guys like it both ways. ‘Course those terms are a little dated… Or at least outside of porn, I guess. There they make a big deal out of it.”

“Yeah?”

“Honestly, I don’t think labels are always a bad thing,” Bark said. “Guess I’m kinda traditional that way. I’m just a lonely twink top looking for some regular jock tail, but alas!” he said, throwing his head back with a dramatic sigh, “I’m perpetually stuck in a world of vers switches!”

“Can’t believe I’m friends with such a dork,” I laughed, putting the car into drive.

“The *top* dork," Bark said with mock seriousness. "In place of a Dork Lord you would have a *king*! A dork as beautiful and terrible as the dawn!” he said as we pulled out of the lot. “All shall love riding me and despair!”

***

Everybody was asleep when I got home. I put a leftover burrito in the fridge for breakfast before hitting the shower. I stared at myself in the mirror as the water heated up, flexing my arms and squaring my big shoulders. Then I pushed my bangs out of my eyes. I really needed a haircut. And I wished my upper body put on bulk as easily as my legs… Maybe I didn’t have the slim, tight musculature of Bark, but I was at least a head taller than the little guy and way beefier for sure. You could tell I played *football*, even if I wasn’t as massive as some of the other guys on the team. Solid pecs. Wide back, thick arms. *And the can of the century,* a voice in my head mocked. I sighed, stripping out of my clothes before hopping in the shower.

I looked over my shoulder and cupped my butt in my hands. Coach was right, it was definitely bigger, even though I had been ignoring squats for months. Packing on muscle at a crazy rate. I gave it a little jiggle. And maybe a *bit* of fat.

One hand drifted to the underside of my ass, idly rubbing the heavy curve. Weird. My butt was kinda slippery, and not with water. I hadn’t started lathering up with soap yet, either. Was it just sweat? It almost felt like that time I’d borrowed my sister’s bath oil to rub on my muscles and pose like a bodybuilder. Eugh. I was practically *dripping*.

*Definitely* wearing a jockstrap to school tomorrow. And some gym shorts with better wicking. My fingers kept groping my ass, rubbing along the slick sides. Would it be strange to put antiperspirant on my butt? I bit my lip as a finger grazed the rim of my asshole, feeling it flex under my fingertip. Why was it so fuckin’ *itchy* today? It had been getting worse all night. Yeah, sometimes I had an itchy ass like anybody did, but this was like, the *inside* was getting hella warm and tingly. And wet.

Maybe the itch was coming from… what was that thing that baseball guy was explaining on social media? My prostate? Did I have an itchy prostate from sweating too much? God, who was I even supposed to ask about questions like that? Certainly not Coach, or even Bark. I wrapped up my shower, making sure to pay extra attention to my itchy butt, before grabbing my phone to do some research.

***

I woke up with a hand still down the back of my boxers, ass throbbing. Had I been poking at it all night? Ugh, gross. Why were my boxers soaked? And my sheets. Great. Mom was going to think I had a wet dream or something… I peeled off my underwear and bedding, wadding it up into a ball. I gave it a sniff. Weird. Didn’t smell like sweat or cum. It was kinda sweet. Somewhere between vanilla and some kind of fruit, or maybe a flower? Was vanilla a flower? Chocolate was a bean, and strawberry was a fruit…

“YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE AGAIN!” my mom hollered up the stairs.

Oh shit! I threw the soggy mass of fabric into the hamper, making a mad dash for my dresser. Where was that jockstrap? I ran my deodorant stick under my arms real quick, and then an awkward swipe under my butt cheeks. Didn’t want soaked boxers today. That was the last thing I wanted guys teasing me about today. Slammer would never stop giving me shit if he saw sweat-stains in my shorts. I pulled on a jockstrap. Hopefully it would keep my ass properly aired out.

***

“... No one knows why the condition only developed recently, but Dr. Carson has floated some theories…”

I slumped in my seat, scowling at the sound of some of the guys laughing behind me. Oh god, another fuckin’ presentation in health class. And a very inopportune boner. Why did they keep talking about JPS all the time? It only affected, like, one out of every thousand guys or something. And our school was… Huh. I guess statistically speaking, at least one guy probably had it at our school. Or was going to get it. I looked around the room.

“... certain antiseptic properties, thanks to enzymatic compounds secreted by the new cells lining the rectal cavity… temporary relief via prostate stimulation, but treatment of severe cases usually involves regular injections to manage symptoms…”

Bark was totally ignoring the presentation, scrolling on his phone. Made sense. He already knew everything about Jock Pussy Syndrome. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one out of thousand people at our school who might get JPS. Or had it already… The more I thought about it, the weirder I felt. I slid my phone out of my backpack, shooting Bark a quick message.

> hey, u wanna study tonite??

A reply *blooped* up on my screen.

> If by study, you mean hop on discord and play games, yeah 😜

I frowned, scratching my ass (felt weird, hanging out of my jockstrap and rubbing against my shorts). Chatting online wasn’t the same as being in the same room.

> can we hang out IRL?

> I can make that work. Something up?

I squirmed in my seat.

> maybe

“... if you’re on a school sports team, your coach has probably already talked to you about free, confidential screening, but anyone can sign up to get tested. Early treatment is key!”

> could we meet at my house after school. I can drive us

***

I clicked the fan on when we got to my room. The thermostat said it wasn’t that hot, but I was feeling all flushed and sweaty.

“Do you ever pick up after yourself, or are you waiting to get a girlfriend to do it for you?” Bark teased, nudging a pair of boxers on the floor with his foot.

“It’s just some clothes, bro!” I said, grabbing the boxers and stuffing them in a drawer. “I was in a hurry this morning.”

Bark shook his head with a mock frown. “So rushed you forgot to put underwear on again, didn’t you, bud? The boys at school are going to think you’re loose, running around commando style.”

“Ha ha. I’m wearing *underwear*, dork,” I said, pulling my shorts down to show Bark my jockstrap. His eyes went wide. “They’re good for circulating air,” I said, suddenly self conscious about all the skin I was baring. I adjusted the bands of my jockstrap, squirming a little.

“Damn, dude! That’s kinda kinky… having your ass hanging out like that all day at school,” Bark said. “Especially wearing shorts that tight. It’s like your butt is trying to eat the fabric.”

“They aren’t really that tight, are they?” I said, craning my neck to try to see. “I picked the loosest shorts I could this morning. Anyways, I didn’t want to talk about *my* butt, I wanted to talk about *your* butt!”

Bark looked up from my bed, sprawled there like he owned the place. “Huh?”

“Listen, I was doing the math today, and statistically, at least one person at school probably has JPS,” I explained, peeling off my shirt to cool down.

“And?”

“I just want you to know you can come to me for help if you need it. Even if it’s awkward,” I explained, tossing the shirt in the hamper.

“That’s sweet, Mutt, but I definitely don’t have Carson Syndrome. I got tested.”

I tried to ignore the itch surging through my backside. “But you’re a gay guy with a bubble butt! I did the math, and *someone* in school has to have it… Who else in school would it be?” I frowned, trying to adjust my jockstrap again. “Sorry, it’s hard to concentrate. It’s this damn itch… I’m just trying to be a supportive friend.”

“You’re a great friend, dude, but… Not to freak you out or anything, but have you ever thought of how you’d handle it if *you* have Carson’s?” Bark asked.

Ugh, why was my butt so sweaty… “That’s crazy, bro! I’m hella straight! Just because… because I have a beefy ass doesn’t mean I’m suddenly gonna start leaking lube and… and… fuck, why am I so *itchy*?” I said, trying to keep from hauling my shorts down and shoving my fingers up my hole.

Bark looked concerned. “That’s one of the major symptoms. You really need to get tested for it. The nurse can help set up—”

“I’m burning up, bro! It’s like… my ass is hungry or something,” I panted, feeling my face and butt flush with heat. “Like it’s salivating, dude. What’s wrong with me?”

“This seriously sounds like an advanced case of JPS. Sorry, Carson’s,” Bark said, getting up off the bed. “Want me to take you to the hospital?”

“Heck no! It’s probably just… just… Oh fuck, I need… UGH!” I howled as I shoved a hand down my shorts, frantically rubbing at my hole. “What’s happening, bro? Am I gonna die?” The rubbing wasn’t helping.

“No, it’s not dangerous, but if it is Carson Syndrome, the symptoms are going to get worse without treatment,” Bark said, hand on my waistband. “Here, let me take a look,” he said, tugging gently.

I probably should have said no, but by that point my hole was so on fire I couldn't think straight. "Man, if – if you really are okay with it? It burns, bro."

"I'm okay with it," breathed Bark, already cinching the band of my shorts over my globes. He got them down around my knees and whistled. "Some wetness here, dude."

"Does it look like JPS?" I said, trying to crane my head around backwards to see what he was seeing. I barely noticed my shorts dropping to my feet.

"Could be," murmured Bark, and I felt his breath brush across my ass. "I need to take a closer look. Brace yourself, I'm going in." The next thing I felt was Bark's hands on my cheeks, and the next thing I heard was his long, low whistle as he stared into my crack.

"Is it that bad?" I managed, still trying to see down my own backside. Bark tipped his head up to look at me.

“You can always start an OnlyFans if the college thing doesn’t work out,” Bark joked, tugging aside the straps of my jockstrap.

I blushed. “Cut it out, bro! I just want to know if I have jock pussy!”

“I mean, even if you don’t have Carson’s, I’d say this is a textbook example of a jock pussy,” Bark said, thumbs digging into my rump as he pulled the cheeks aside.

“Oh god, what am I going to do… the guys on the team are never going to shut up about this,” I moaned, trying and failing to ignore the twitching I felt.

“Dude,” Bark said, fingering the rim of my hole. “You think you’re the only one on the team with JPS?”

“Really? Wh-who…”

“I don’t kiss and tell,” Bark said, winking at me. I gulped, realizing...

"Wait, you've been, uh, *helping* other guys at school with their jock pussy cravings?!"

Bark just laughed, confirming it for me. My mind flashed abruptly to images of my beefier teammates being *pounded* by Bark. My tiny friend making big muscly jocks cry out in joy. My best friend's slim hips hammering his cock deep into a moaning jock's big hockey butt... Oh fuck! My own hole abruptly squeezed and clenched and I groaned, feeling more liquid trickle down my thighs.

“Jeez, Mutt! You’re leaking like a fire hydrant,” Bark said, holding my cheeks further apart and making me blush. “I’m surprised you aren’t dehydrated.” Had he... had he held other jocks' butts open, just like this, when he 'scratched' their itch for them? Was that why his hands felt so confident – so practiced?

I whined as the itch got worse, throbbing way up inside of me, sending another slippery wave of lube over Bark’s hands. “S-sorry! I can’t help it! I-it just keeps coming out! Fuck, man! What were they saying about treatment today? I was kinda distracted,” I panted.

Bark got quiet. “... Semen, dude.”

“WHAT?!”

“And fresh. Prostate massage helps with minor cases, but, uh… This doesn’t look like a minor case, TBH,” Bark said as I kept leaking ropes of lube onto the ground. “We can start with stimulation and see if it helps, though.”

“Y-yeah,” I said, relieved to let Bark take control of the situation. “You, uh, got one of those Carson medical devices handy?”

Bark laughed, but like, ironically. “I didn’t bring one with me to your *house*, no. But I do have fingers handy, and I’ve heard I’m pretty good with them. Benefits of dainty digits, right?”

“Quit kiddin’ around, Bark! I’m dying here! Poke my prostate for me! Just anything to make this itching stop!”

“The things I do for my friends,” Bark said, sinking two fingers into my asshole and making me holler as he rubbed over a throbbing bundle of nerves with his slippery fingertips.

“Nnngh! Deeper, bro!”

“You sure? This is definitely your prostate,” he said, pushing a little harder and making my eyes roll. I bit my lip and nodded. “Definitely not a minor case…” Bark said as he slid his fingers further inside my itchy hole, making me howl and squirm. “You have a beach towel or something handy? I don’t want to get lube all over your bed.”

“Don’t care! Get in there, Bark!” I whined, rocking back to force his fingers further inside of me. God, was this what it was like when Bark *helped* other dudes too? Was I responding just like they did? I pictured Slammer squirming around on the end of Bark’s hand like a puppet, his eyes rolling back while Bark smirked. Oh crap…

“Bend over, buddy,” Bark said as he gave my hips a light nudge in the direction of my mattress. I fell forward, desperate to have Bark help me scratch that itch.

I shuddered as Bark got into position behind me and continued fingering my ass. It was so weird to have my *best friend* doing this, but I needed it. It was just that, every time I thought of Bark doing the same thing to my teammates, I moaned without meaning to and started twitching more frantically around Bark’s talented fingers. Was I really just one in a long line of Bark’s… JPS *conquests?* Did he… did he make all of them feel this *good?*

“Y’know, I had a dream like this once,” Bark said conversationally as I drooled into my unmade bed, grunting every time he pressed hard into my prostate. “Although it was after practice in the dream, and you were still wearing your pads, and you told me you wanted me to teach you how to cheer,” he explained as he wormed a finger even deeper.

I craned my head to look back at my bro. “Unh?”

“Gimme an ‘O’!”

“OH GOD!” I shouted as he poked a spot that made my whole world rattle like a wooden rollercoaster. “T-that felt amazing, Bark!” I wheezed when I quit shaking. “Can you go deeper?”

Bark pulled his fingers out, a warm gush of lube following them. “Not with my hand, bro! You’ve got me at my limits. I mean, I guess there’s fisting, but that’s not beginner friendly. Not that the *other* option is particularly beginner friendly either…” he said, still kneading my fat cheeks. He gave a whistle, continuing to squeeze them, and I blushed. It seemed like my buddy was having a hard time keeping his hands off my jockey ass…

I clenched my ass a few times, kinda wanting to see how Bark would react, and when he exclaimed “*Wow*, dude!” I felt a funny warm feeling in my chest. Almost like pride? But, ugh, I wished there was still something inside of me. My butt itched so bad – Bark’s prostate trick had only been a temporary fix. I whimpered. “What’s the other option? I’m desperate here, dude!”

Bark paused, getting so quiet that all I could hear for a second was a wet *squelching* coming from my hole. I glanced back at him, nervous.

“A cock,” he told me, looking directly into my eyes. “Specifically my cock,” he added, moving his hands to firmly grab my hips. Bark seemed to be taking this all in stride, although I noticed a line of flushed skin across his cheeks and button nose. “I don’t know if it’d be much better than fisting, though. My cock isn’t exactly a beginner *tool*, if you get my drift…”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not like it’s as big as your *arm*!” I laughed. Bark didn’t laugh with me. “...Is it?”

“JPS *does* dramatically increased the amount of elastins in your rectal cavity,” Bark said thoughtfully, like he was in one of those fuckin’ medical videos. “I guess if we go slow…”

“Oh come on!” I said, rolling my eyes. “Whip it out! I guarantee it’s not the biggest I– HOLY TOLEDO!”

Bark had taken me at his word and promptly shoved his shorts down, and—

*BOING*

My eyes bugged out as I stared at the half-hard monster that sprung out, fat as an elephant’s trunk. A moment later Bark hoisted his shorts all the way down, and his giant nuts flopped out too. Holy *shit.* Bark’s dick wasn’t literally the size of a forearm, but he was pretty damn close. I should have been weirded out to see my best buddy’s cock flopping out like this, or at least terrified at the thought of that thing invading my virgin hole. But I just couldn’t look away. I moaned and felt the throbbing itch double and *triple* inside me at the sight of Bark’s massive endowment, making me shiver with need. There was kind of a *gulping* ripple that ran up my hole – a mixture of nervousness and hunger.

Bark gave the end of his cock a tug as his jumbo schlong throbbed towards being totally boned-up. “Told’ja,” he said with a smirk. “You wouldn’t believe what a pain it is taping this thing up before cheering…”

“Is that even *safe*?” I asked, gaping at what had to be more than a foot of pulsing dick, even as my butt cheeks squeezed eagerly in anticipation.

“Well, as long as I don’t get hard… Oh, you meant for sex! Yeah, I’ve helped out smaller guys than you with JPS, and they were fine. Maybe walked funny for a day or two, but all good otherwise,” Bark explained. “One guy told me I was way better than the dildo the doctor gave him.”

“Dildo?”

Bark laughed. “*Carson Medical Device*,” he said with air quotes.

I just kept staring, trying not to squirm as lube dripped down my legs and my hole throbbed eagerly. “Have you ever measured that thing? It has to be at least a foot long!” I practically moaned the last bit – god, this was kind of embarrassing, but the sight of Bark’s huge cock was *doing* things to me.

“And then some. Why, not big enough for you?”

I shook my head, blushing. “You’re gonna scramble my guts with that thing, bro!” Then I blushed even harder, realizing I’d essentially just agreed to Bark’s offer – that him *pounding* me was gonna happen, Oh geez…

Bark smirked, seeming to realize the same thing, and he gave himself a generous tug as he took a step towards me. “That’s the goal. Gotta get my spunk really deep to treat your symptoms.”

I gulped. My hole kept swallowing at the air as my friend got closer. My imagination was in overdrive – I was going to *be* the guy in all those JPS videos I had watched. Howling with all the crazy sensations of getting plowed. Tearing at the blankets as Bark grinned and shoved his slim hips forward, driving his massive tool into me…

“Don’t worry,” Bark said gently. “JPS makes your ass like rubber. And I’m gonna stretch you out nice and slow. I’m going to take care of you, Mutt. I want to make sure you have a really nice time, bro…”

My buddy had always been so confident – had to be, to be a male cheerleader – but I’d never had that confidence turned on *me* in this way before. I’ve never been turned on *by it* before, either... Like I was a shy girl in a romantic movie. I bit my lip, my legs shaking with nerves as I stared over my shoulder at Bark. It was weird, and strange, and confusing… and my dick had never been harder. I realized I was humping against my bed without even meaning to… The friction just reminded me how much I *needed* something big and hard pounding my slippery guts and filling me with soothing cum.

I needed Bark. I *needed* him!

Bark paused when he was inches away, expression softening. “Hey, you’re sure you’re okay with this, Mutt? I can always take you to a clinic or something if this is too weird.”

I shook my head and gulped. “No, Bark… I want you to… To…”

“To what, bro?”

“To POUND ME!” I cried out, burying my face into the blankets in front of me as the itch in my ass intensified.

“You got it, dude!” Bark said, pushing me over. “Buckle up, buddy. I’m going to treat your brains out,” he said, grabbing my hip and grinding his boner against my dripping entrance. “Damn, dude… we really should have put down a towel…”

“BARK!”

“Okay, okay!” he chuckled. “One therapeutic injection of monster cock coming right up. You might experience a slight pinching sensation…”

I let out a strangled cry of wordless shouting that trailed off into breathless gurgles as Bark shoved his monster dick into my hole. My hole gushed around him, spreading easily around my bro’s throbbing girth as inch after inch *drove* inside. The helmet brushed past my prostate for a moment, giving it a brief ‘hello’ as it rolled onward towards its goal, pushing deeper and *deeper*, stretching me so wide it felt like my pelvis was getting forced apart.

“HGHGHLN!”

Bark laughed, just holding himself in place for a second. “Yeah? That good, huh? Just wait until I get past your second hole.”

“SUCUHOO?” I drooled, trying to catch my breath as Bark started pushing again.

I made a ragged choking noise when I felt a *POP* somewhere inside of me. I nearly cried with relief as Bark’s huge dick hit *something* and started scratching the crazy itch I had been clawing at for days – slowly at first, but it already felt amazing.

Bark ran his hands up my sides as he gently humped in and out. “Shh, I got you, buddy…” he said in a soft voice. “We can go as fast or slow as you want. I want this to feel good for both of us, okay?”

I tried to respond, but had to settle for a thumbs-up as I arched my back to get him even *deeper* – meeting his thrusts with desperate hip rolls of my own. My brain, no my entire *body* was on fire as Bark stretched me open like I was just a big muscly sex-toy wrapped around his monster cock. My dripping hole was blazing with heat, increasingly desperate for my buddy to drop a load in it – although I didn’t want the vigorous stroking to end either. Every time he slammed into me, it just felt so *good*. My fat ass was bouncing all over the place as his hips slammed forward, in and out, making me cry out. “B-Bark!!”

Bark was surprisingly sweet as he drove me nuts by fucking me so hard that my whole bed frame was rattling. He leaned over and gave a sweet kiss to my ear as his cock *slammed* into me, whispering encouragement and comforting words. At least, I think that’s what he was whispering, because I couldn’t hear a word over my hollers of ecstasy, and the mind-blanking sensations that kept radiating out of my rippling ass. The contrast between the brutal pounding and the gentle words just intensified the sensations throbbing through my brain and gushing ass – before I knew what was happening, I came hands-free from my dick, spurting all over my sheets.

The fact that Bark – my *buddy* – had just milked a handless orgasm out of me was enough to have me gibbering, but I could barely say anything beyond “Hnnghgh!” and “Oh BARK!” as I felt another, much *bigger* orgasm building up inside my ass, swelling like a ball of heated energy as Bark slammed even harder into me… Oh *no*, it was… it was *too intense…*

I screamed as the second orgasm went off deep inside my bubble butt, making me arch my back compulsively as it tore through me like lightning, rippling contractions sending a juicy blast of lube splattering back against Bark’s midsection.

My eyes crossed, drool trickling down my chin as my asscheeks kept *squeezing* around Bark’s huge cock, dripping and squirting in waves… But it still wasn’t over. It was just the first *strike* of overwhelming sensation. I screamed, “oh *no*, it feels so GOOOOOOO—!” and then lost all ability to form coherent words as the second orgasm blew up inside my ass, making my whole body vibrate as I kept spurting all over Bark and my bed. Oh god, how many orgasms was Bark doing to set off inside me?! He didn’t even seem bothered by it, just kept pounding hard into me with an intense rhythm. Oh crap, here came a *fourth* one—

I was crying tears of ecstasy, well into my eighth sheet-drenching, bro-splattering butt-orgasm, when Bark tapped my side with a grunt, letting me know he was close. My hole squeezed even harder around his cock at the idea of Bark flooding my guts with his cum. I… I needed it so bad! At the same time, I never wanted this to stop – oh god, *Bark!*

And then he came in me.

I shrieked, feeling him go off inside my ass, and it was like a firecracker of orgasms went off too. My vision whited out and I collapsed onto the mattress as Bark just kept *cumming* inside me, injecting a fat load of cum as I gushed lube the other direction. My buddy was like a damn fire-hydrant! Not just in sheer volume, but in effect, hosing down my burning guts with a flood of cum that soothed me, relaxed me… The orgasms eventually cooled down, tapering off and leaving me shuddering – and as they faded out, the itching finally faded too. It was like Bark had *finally* put out the itching flames inside of me.

My buddy collapsed onto my broad, sweaty back, hips still grinding as his head hung besides mine. My eyes went wide as he kissed me impulsively, but then I leaned into it, letting his tongue fill my mouth the way his cock was taming my ass. Our mixed fluids dripped down onto my thoroughly soaked mattress.

Bark pulled out after a couple seconds, when cum and lube started leaking out around his cock, letting loose across me with a series of sticky ropes slapping against my trembling body. I just continued to lie there on the bed, wiped *out.* I was too overwhelmed to even move a muscle… I could tell my face had a loony, happy grin on it, but I couldn’t even manage the energy to shift my expression into something a little less embarrassing.

“Feel better, buddy?” said Bark, fondly patting my dripping ass.

“Hrrgh,” I groaned, struggling to talk. “D-damn, bro… Those balls aren’t just for show, are they? You came like a *gallon* inside me…”

“Feel better, though?”

“Y-yeah,” I moaned. “*Loads* better. Uh, I mean. Your load made me feel better… Holy shit, Bark…”

“That’s why all the JPS boys have me on speed-dial,” Bark joked. “Don’t worry, though. Taking care of my best buddy is my *top* priority now.”

I thought about this, still struggling to catch my breath from the mind-blowing pounding that Bark had given me. I guess that if I did have a jock pussy, then… we’d be doing this a lot more often, huh. I didn’t hate the thought.

In fact, I was looking forward to fooling around again. I couldn’t deny it. I felt a warm glow inside me at the thought of Bark putting aside everything else to care for me… To *fuck* me… To think we could have been doing this earlier this month, if I’d just known! What other experiences with Bark had I been missing out on? I shivered a bit, thinking back to the unexpected kiss from my bro. And all those looks he gave me when he thought I wasn’t looking. Was there potentially something more than just friendship there?

“Bark… uh, the theater is having a double-feature this weekend with some classic action movies,” I said, struggling to sit up and watching his face carefully. “And the theater is right by that pizza place you really like – the one with the crazy toppings.”

“...Are you asking me on a date?” Bark asked, looking truly surprised for maybe the first time in his life.

“Don’t make this weird, bro,” I muttered, wiping cum and streaks of my own lube off my sweaty body with my shorts. “It’s just dinner and a movie. Maybe some making out or whatever...”

“With your face or your ass?” Bark said, cocky grin returning to his snub-nosed face. But his face was glowing as he looked at me, and I realized – *oh.*

He wanted this too!

My chest filled up with a warm, eager hope, and I couldn’t help but grin with excitement.

“Dork,” I said, pushing him over onto the bed.

“*Your* dork,” he added smugly. And we both knew he was right.