Photo Story #37

Cid had spent his adult life going from job to job without any real direction. He was useless with money, and often found himself sleeping on a buddy's couch just so that he had a roof over his head that wasn't his parents.

He also had a seriously bad habit of relying on his body to get him by.

Cid was tanned, handsome, muscular, and had an incredible butt that got him more drinks than he'd ever imagined was possible, not to mention dinners, hook-ups, and sleepovers.

Unfortunately for Cid, the one person who had never benefitted from his incredible body, was the guy who wanted it the most . . . his best buddy, Hal.

Hal had been obsessed with Cid since they were teenagers. He had spent years dreaming about getting his hands on Cid's phenomenal ass, and he'd been the one that had been most teased by it over the years.

Cid had spent many a night sleeping on his couch, and Hal had lost count of the number of mornings that he'd walk into the lounge to find Cid's bare ass on show, either with his undies tugged down around his thighs, or with no undies at all.

Despite how often Cid used his body to sweeten the deal for some of his other buddies, he had never once offered anything to Hal, and Hal's frustration levels were reaching their limit.

It was just after Cid had been fired by a pizza delivery company that he came to Hal begging to sleep on his couch, and to work for his removal company.

Hal knew it was a bad idea from the start. Cid staying at his house was okay, but working together? That would be an utter disaster and Hal knew it. It wasn't that Cid was lazy necessarily, but everything he did was so half-assed that he never got anything done well. Throw in the fact that Cid was notoriously clumsy and Hal couldn't believe he'd agreed to Cid working for him.

On Cid's first day, he'd dropped more boxes than Hal could count, nearly knocked himself out on the side of the truck, and slipped down the stairs in front of the owners in a spectacular fail that Hal still couldn't work out.

As if his ineptitude wasn't bad enough, Hal also had to deal with Cid wearing a tight pair of shorts, and a tank top that showed off way too much of his beautiful body.

Hal felt like he had a constant hard on, and had to regularly calm himself down so that he could get on with his job, without looking like some horny sex pest.

On their last job of the day, Hal had told Cid to stay with the truck, he could pass Hal boxes and Hal would carry them inside. It felt like the least likely way for Cid to get himself into trouble.

When the last box had been dropped off, the owners thanked them and headed off to grab dinner.

"Okay, Cid, press the button for the ramp to drop and then come on down, and we'll get going."

Cid ran to the edge of the truck like an overexcited puppy, slipping on a piece of cardboard and falling backwards on his butt.

"Oh fuck," Cid cried out.

"Are you alright?" Hal yelled, concerned that his insurance premium was about to go through the roof.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Cid said as he stood up and rubbed his butt. "Oh man, the button on my shorts came off."

Hal's cock immediately started to thicken as he looked over to see Cid inspecting his shorts, the button missing, and the clean white colour of his briefs on show.

"Don't worry, it's the last job," Hal said, trying to focus on anything but Cid's undies.

"Yeah, but they're so loose now. Look!"

Cid started jumping up and down in the back of the van, his shorts slipping down his hips revealing the thick bulge in his tight briefs, then the tops of his muscular thighs, before his shorts dropped to his ankles.

"Cid, stop messing around," Hal growled. "Just get out of the damn truck so that we can get going."

Hal knew he was being harsher than the scenario needed, but he couldn't handle Cid teasing him like this. He needed a break!

"Sorry, buddy. I'll come down."

Cid looked like he'd just been kicked as he reached the edge of the truck.

Rather than pressing the button to lower the ramp, he turned around and jumped to the ground. Unsurprisingly, he completely underestimated the distance he needed to jump, and landed heavily on the side of the truck, his butt in the air.

Cid wriggled in place before yelling for Hal.

"My shirts caught on the truck. Can you help me out?"

Hal knew that what he was about to do was wrong, but in that moment, he was far from caring. He'd been teased too much and for too long.

"I'll help you out buddy. Don't worry about a thing."

Hal grabbed the back of Cid's shorts and briefs and yanked both down over his perfectly smooth bubble butt.

"Woah, what're you doing?" Cid gasped.

Hal chuckled and slapped one of the exposed cheeks. "Looks like your shorts and your undies are stuck too. I need to free them as well."

Cid gasped. "Damn! Why does this shit always happen to me? I guess I'm in your hands now."

"Yes, you are," Hal grinned as he placed both hands on Cid's ass and parted his cheeks for a peek at his incredibly beautiful hole. "But these hands are gonna make you feel so good."

Cid glanced back to try and see what his buddy meant, but before he could look at him, he felt a warm tongue trace down the line between his cheeks, and then he knew exactly what Hal had in mind.