Photo Story #52

Something slightly different for this photo story, but this is a subject matter that's been getting me horned up the last couple of weeks, so I thought I'd share! Hope you guys enjoy this one!

Blake had always loved to workout and had always been proud of the body his hard work produced. He had muscular shoulders, firm pecs, a flat stomach and a hot bubble butt that nearly everyone seemed to be obsessed with.

Blake loved the way his butt looked, however he'd always had issue with other people's obsession with it, not to much mention how impossible it was to find clothes for it that fit. Shorts and pants were always too snug on his butt, and he was forever ripping them. It didn't embarrass him, but the comments from people when it happened certainly did.

But what also baffled Blake was some of the recent comments from his gym buddies. Blake was straight, and although he appreciated some of the compliments he got, he'd started to get some weird remarks in the locker room.

"I bet the girls love playing with that," one of them said.

"Yeah, mine always loves to tease mine with a finger when we're fucking."

"Is that a bit gay?" Blake asked, somewhat naively, making his gym buddies chuckle as they got changed.

"If it is then I'm gay," another said. "Nothing wrong with exploring your body, Blake. Don't you ever tease your hole with a finger when you jerk off?"

Blake blushed furiously at the idea. "Uh sure I do. Don't all guys?"

His gym buddies laughed and agreed before they started their goodbyes, leaving Blake in the changing rooms utterly bewildered.

Was it true? Did guys really do that? And if so, why? Did it really feel that good?

Blake glanced at his bare bubble butt in the mirror, one hand drifting slowly to one of his cheeks. He'd never even touched his hole outside of the shower, but maybe he was missing out?

Leaning forward, Blake eased his cheeks apart, giving himself a look at his tight pink hole in the mirror. He was just about to reach out a finger when he heard the door open, and he quickly grabbed his towel and bolted for the showers, confused that his cock was at half mast.

Maybe he had been missing out on something? Or maybe he wanted to find out if he had!

As the weeks went by, Blake found himself thinking about his butt a lot! It wasn't his amazing leg days making him think about it, or the slightly embarrassing incident at the grocery store when he'd dropped an orange, bent over to pick it up and ripped his jeans wide open . . . it was that fingering discussion at the gym. He couldn't get it out of his head, but he couldn't bring himself to try anything either, despite the number of times a day he was jerking off.

But that all changed one Saturday!

Blake was meeting some of his gym buddies at one of their favourite bars, and given it was a casual event, he'd just thrown on a tank top and a pair of pink shorts that he loved. The shorts were a pair he'd worn to death, but unlike a lot of his clothes, they'd never ripped, despite a small hole on the centre seam that had been there for years. As he often did in a more casual setting, Blake went commando, preferring the comfort of having nothing under his favourite shorts.

The beers were flowing and Blake was having a great time, until he headed outside for a cigarette. The smoking area was empty, but just as he went to light his cigarette, he dropped his lighter.

"Damn it," he muttered, and bent over to retrieve it.

There was a loud ripping sound as his shorts blew out from halfway down the rear seam, through the crotch seam and down the left thigh.

"Oh fuck," Blake cursed, dropping his cigarette, his hands going to his exposed smooth cheeks.

It was at this moment that the beers clouded Blake's judgement. The feel of his hands on his own bare cheeks had his dick throbbing to life, and with the way his shorts ripped, his hard dick forced its way out of the front of his shorts.

Blake knew he should cover up and head home, but . . . the smoking area was empty and dark, there were no cameras and the bar wasn't very busy.

What if he . . .

Blake gripped his cock with one hand and started massaging his cheeks with the other. The massage was a complete ruse however, because after a few seconds, Blake finally gave in to what he'd wanted to do for weeks, and traced a finger down his crack.

When his finger brushed over his hole, Blake gasped. It was so warm and so sensitive, the shudders racing straight to his stimulated cock. Before he could second guess himself, Blake placed his finger back on his rosebud, gentling brushing over it, pushing against it, marvelling at the electric sensations that went racing around his body.

"Oh, fuck, I, woah."

Blake increased the speed on his dick, whilst he withdrew his finger and sucked on it. He wanted more, wanted to feel what it was like to get inside. With his finger lubricated, Blake pushed gently on his hole, surprised at how easily he could push the tip inside. It felt incredible, so warm and slick and he was so ready for more.

Blake pushed harder, his finger halting against a tight ring of muscle. He'd read about this. He needed to relax. Blake squatted a little and tried to relax his muscles, and thanks to the beer, he was soon able to push his finger further inside, amazed at how tight his hole was and how it greedily gripped his finger.

With his finger inside, Blake's cock was leaking more precum than he'd ever produced in his life. The slick wet sounds as he jerked himself were so indecent that Blake momentarily wondered if anyone would hear him, but then, he found a small knot inside himself. At first, he just brushed over it, not fully knowing what it was, but the sensation was so mind-blowing that he quickly went back to it, and without even understanding what he'd found and why it felt so good, Blake's cock exploded, thick ropes of cum splattering over the front of his ripped shorts and on to the ground.

Blake gasped, riding his finger as he continued to milk his cock. It was as he pulled his finger free that Blake realised what he'd done. He'd just finger fucked himself to one of the best orgasms in his life, and he'd done at outside his favourite bar.

Knowing he couldn't go back inside with his ass out and his shorts covered in cum, Blake slipped out of the side door in the smoking area and dashed to his truck, praying that no one saw him, whilst desperately planning how quickly he could get a finger back inside himself.