Ben and Josh - The Crossover

Finally sharing the February story for my higher tiers - you guys voted for which characters you wanted to see in a one-off crossover story, and the winners were Ben from Camp Leader/College Ben and Josh from Bubble Anon.

So, here it is - Ben heads to a bar feeling a little sorry for himself and Josh ends up cheering him up in the best way possible.

I hope you guys enjoy this, and let me know in the comments if you want to see more crossover events in the future.

Ben had to admit that he was in a bit of a slump. Sure, the cold weather didn’t help, but he just wasn’t feeling great about himself. He knew he’d put on some additional pounds after the holidays and he really wanted to try and shift some of them, so his clothes fit better and so that Grant thought he looked hot on their next date, but . . . he just couldn’t find the motivation. 

It was a Thursday night after class, and Ben decided to head downtown to one of his favourite bars for a couple of drinks, some wings, some nachos . . . and maybe a burger or two. 

Ben found himself a spot at the end of the bar on a stool, relieved that his butt crack wouldn’t be on show to the entire bar, given that his jeans were so snug that they were sat halfway around his butt, and his briefs were doing nothing to cover his furry cheeks. 

When the bartender came to his end of the bar, Ben ordered himself a beer and all the food he could think of. He knew he shouldn’t be eating so much, but he wanted it, and he was in an “I don’t care” mood, even if his jeans were so tight that they were digging into his thick thighs. 

Sometime later, Ben was on his second beer and was halfway through a plate of nachos and a plate of wings when a guy in his late twenties walked into the bar. He was handsome, and Ben immediately noticed him, but what caught Ben’s attention the most was when the guy turned around. He had the most incredible bubble butt, and his suit pants were practically painted on. Ben couldn’t stop staring. 

The guy ordered himself a beer and took a seat at a bar stool a few down from Ben. There was no one sat between them, but Ben felt shy around the complete stud who’d just arrived, so he busied himself finishing off his food. 

A short while later, a couple of guys entered the bar, and the hot guy jumped up from his seat and gave both of them hug before following them off to a table further back in the bar. Ben couldn’t help but notice the way the guy’s seat pants had wedged between his ample cheeks, and Ben wondered if that’s what his butt had looked like at the formal event he’d attended with Grant. 

Ben’s dick started to chub up at the memory, but with very little room to spare in his briefs, it just made him uncomfortable. Twisting slightly on the bar stool, Ben tried to reposition his dick through his jeans and his briefs as it tried to get fully hard, but he only succeeded in tugging his jeans slightly lower than before, the top half of his furry butt now fully on show behind him. 

“Ah, come on,” Ben groaned under his breath as he tried to tug them back up, but there was no way they were moving anywhere anytime soon, so Ben just shrugged and left them there, comfortable that there was no one behind him anyway. 

It was as Ben was starting his third beer that the guy with the amazing butt reappeared at the bar. He ordered a few drinks and Ben shyly smiled at him when their eyes locked for a second, but the guy just grabbed the tray of drinks and turned away. It was at that moment that Ben saw it . . . a small rip in the rear seam of the guy’s suit pants. It was about the size of a quarter, but Ben could clearly see the white of the guy’s undies. 

As Ben dug into his burger, he couldn’t stop thinking about that hot guy with the bubble butt and the ripped pants. Ben’s dick was hard the entire time as he thought about the number of times he’d ripped his pants, but of all those times, he had never seen it happen to someone else. 

Maybe he’ll come back, Ben wondered. And if he does, maybe I should say something. 

Sure enough, in less than half an hour, the guy was back again. Ben had just finished his third beer and sat there wondering how he should approach the guy. He didn’t want to cover over there, mostly because his dick was still hard and his butt was hanging out, but he needed to find a way to warn him that his pants were ripped. 

The guy chatted to the bartender as his drinks were made, and then he picked up the tray to walk away, but as he turned, Ben noticed that the hole had almost doubled in size. 

“Hey,” Ben yelled, not remotely acting as cool and calm as he’d imagined. 

The guy turned round with his brows raised. “Uh, hi?” 

“Could I talk to you for a second?” Ben asked sheepishly, the bartender glancing between the two of them with an amused expression. 

The guy walked over, looking confused, and Ben tried to sit up and look like he hadn’t just consumed his body weight in food and beer. 

“Can I help you with something?” the guy said, placing the tray of drinks on the bar as he looked Ben up and down, his gaze lingering a little too long on the very obvious bulge in Ben’s jeans. 

“You’ve . . . umm . . . your . . . you’ve ripped your pants.”

The guy’s eyes widened, and his hands flew to his butt, gasping and spinning around. “Fuck, not again.” 

“Again?” Ben asked, his dick throbbing. “This has happened before?” 

The guy rolled his eyes. “I have a huge butt, dude. It happens all the time.” 

“I know that feeling,” Ben said with a slight blush. 

The guy looked Ben over again. “I bet it does. How bad does this look?”

Ben shrugged. “I know you’re wearing white undies underneath.” 

“Good job I didn’t go commando huh?” 

Ben tried to laugh, but he was so turned on by the whole conversation that he couldn’t do it. Instead, he just looked this sexy muscular guy up and down. 

“Do you have a jacket or something with you to cover up?” Ben asked, when he was able to make his tongue work. 

The guy shook his head. “Nope, and I have to get the damn bus home too.” 

“Do you wanna borrow my shirt?” Ben asked, knowing that if he removed the shirt, he’d just be in his white t-shirt which barely came to his waist. 

“Wow. You’d do that? I’m Josh by the way.” 

“Ben,” Ben said, holding out his hand. 

Josh shook it and gave Ben a smile. “If you don’t mind, I’d be happy to return it tomorrow. I could just really do without my buddies having another embarrassing story to tease me with.” 

“You’re preaching to the choir,” Ben said. “It happens to me all the time. I’m a walking accident waiting to happen when it comes to my clothes.” 

Josh came closer to Ben. “So, you rip your clothes a lot?” 

Ben nodded. “My butt has a way of destroying most pants and shorts.” 

Josh glanced behind Ben and whistled. “Damn, that’s one sexy furry butt.” 

Forgetting his ass had been hanging out of his jeans, Ben immediately blushed and tried to tug up the waistband, but Josh put a hand on Ben’s to stop him. 

“Don’t cover up on my account.” 

Ben blushed even harder, his dick now leaking into his briefs. It was one thing having Josh walking around with a rip in his pants but having him behind Ben and complimenting his butt was too hot. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t cover up either,” Ben said with a suggestive look. 

It was Josh’s turn to blush. “You mean . . . don’t hide the rip?” 

“You should own it,” Ben said. “I don’t know about you, but I seem to find it inexplicably stimulating whenever my pants give up on me.” 

Josh couldn’t deny that he’d experienced similar reactions. His dick had been getting harder by the second ever since Ben had called him over, but there was no way he could risk leaving the back of his pants uncovered. Could he? 

“I don’t think I could do that around my buddies, but maybe I could around a new buddy?” 

Ben smiled. “Maybe you could.” 

Josh handed Ben his phone. “Can I get your number? Maybe we could hang out sometime?” 

Ben happily typed in his number and Josh called him so that Ben had his. 

“I better get back to my friends before they come looking for me.” 

Ben said bye and watched Josh as he picked up the tray and headed back to his friends, but as Josh turned the corner of the bar, his shoe caught the corner, and he stumbled forward. The drinks tray flew from his hands and crashed to the floor, sending Josh sprawling after them. As Josh crashed to his knees, and then forward on to his hands, the rear seam of his pants tore wide open with a loud RRRRIIIPPPPPPPP revealing his skimpy white briefs that barely covered his meaty cheeks. 

Torn between his epic arousal and wanting to help, Ben jumped up from his bar stool and rushed over to help Josh, but with this jeans so low on his hips, the pressure was too much on his button and his fly, and as Ben bent down to try and cover up Josh, the button on his jeans burst off, hitting Josh in the back, and then Ben’s fly ripped wide open. 

Josh glanced backwards just in time to see Ben’s throbbing hard on burst free from his not quite white briefs as the impact of the jeans ripping caused his briefs to dip and his dick to finally escape its prison. 

“Oh fuck,” they both gasped in unison as everyone in the bar watched on roaring with laughter. 

Josh got to his feet, his knees soaked from the spilled drinks, and his ass barely covered. He stepped backwards against Ben, his juicy bubble butt connecting with Ben’s dick, and that’s all it took for Ben. He moaned as the first rope of cum shot across Josh’s briefs, the rest of his load painting the back of Josh’s trousers. 

Josh knew immediately what had happened, and his own cock throbbed in his briefs, the hardest it had ever been. He was tempted to stroke one out right there and then, but the sight of his buddies with their phones out had him grabbing Ben’s hand and dragging him out of the bar. 

“Did you seriously just cum all over my ass?” Josh said with a grin.

“I should have warned you that happens in these situations,” Ben said, his cheeks blazing red. 

Josh grabbed Ben’s hand and placed it on his cock, the hard length prominent through his suit pants. “It looks like it does to me too. My turn!” 

Ben grinned, knowing there was no possible way that he could resist!