Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 18:46:37 -0400
From: Bobby Moreno <bobbyonall4s@hotmail.com>
Subject: Buttboy Bobby Chapter 1 (gay-authoritarian)

Buttboy Bobby
By
Bobbyonall4s

Bobby had always been a buttboy, ever since he was little.  You might think
that he got to be that way because of his looks.  He had a firm, muscular
body, broad shoulders, defined chest and abs, but most important, the
dimpled smile of a boyish blonde and a butt that positively begged to get
fucked.  It wasn't just a nice butt, it was flawless.  Two large globes
that stood up high and perky.  You could balance a plate on top of his ass
cheeks.  Trust me, men had always noticed.  Bobby's pediatrician had spent
many long sessions pondering those perfect globes, while he pounded away.
The lifeguard at the swimming pool had done the same thing, bending Bobby
over in the bathroom.  You couldn't blame the lifeguard, though.  Those
ripe cheeks barely fit into a swimsuit.  Anyway, you would think that it
was all of this attention that had turned Bobby into a buttboy.  But, you'd
be wrong.  You see, Bobby was born a buttboy.  It was like his brain and
ass and cock were all wired together in such a way that he just needed to
get fucked.  He'd always sought out the attention of men, especially
muscular, masculine men.  As soon as he caught sight of his gym coach or
his best friend's dad or the high school quarterback, he would get this
tingly, itchy feeling deep inside his ass.  This feeling would get so
intense that Bobby would get all squirmy and start rubbing his ass with his
hands and looking for excuses to bend over and spread his cheeks.  It
usually wasn't long before a man would take notice and Bobby would get
exactly what he needed.

Our story takes place after Bobby's twenty-first birthday.  He had recently
moved to the big city and joined a gym.  The gym was a very difficult place
for Bobby.  He was constantly surrounded by big muscular men in tank tops
flexing their biceps.  Bobby couldn't get enough.  He started working out
every day for hours and his dedication showed.  It wasn't long before Bobby
had figured out exactly how to get what he wanted. To begin with, he would
wear very revealing clothes.  He had a pair of white shorts that barely fit
over his ample cheeks.  When the sun caught them just right, his thong,
disappearing deep into his crack, was perfectly visible.  He would also
wear a tank top that showed off his lean defined upper body.  Then he would
sit within sight of some hot stud and perform stretches. Bobby knew just
how to stretch. He would touch his toes, perform deep squats or get down on
all four to arch his back.  Anything to attract attention to his desperate
ass.  Before long, the stud would give Bobby a wink and a nod of the head.
Bobby would follow him to the bathroom, where he would soon find himself on
his back, or with his face pressed against the floor, getting that nice
deep dicking he craved so badly.  Bobby would do this several times a day.
He soon got a reputation for being a slut, but Bobby just couldn't help
himself.  He needed to get fucked.

Practically the only guy at the gym who hadn't helped himself to Bobby's
ass was Brian, the gym's premiere physical trainer.  He had a boyish smile
set into a rugged square jaw.  He also had a list of celebrity clients who
were hoping to get a body nearly as cut and powerful as Brian's.  His chest
was broad and sculpted, his back narrowed to a trim waist and his arms
threatened to bust the seams of his sleeves.  The first time Bobby saw
Brian his little hole began to involuntarily dilate and clench.

Bobby knew Brian was gay, not that it made much difference; straight guys
couldn't keep their hands off his ass.  And Bobby had tried everything in
his power to get Brian's attention.  But nothing seemed to work.  One day
when Brian strutted into the gym, Bobby moaned about it with his friend
Eric.

"Look how hot he is," Bobby pouted resentfully.

"What are you complaining about?" Eric sighed.  He had just fucked Bobby in
the parking garage half an hour earlier.  Bobby still had black tire marks
across the side of his face from where Eric had pressed it onto the dirty
floor.

"I'd do anything to get him to fuck me," Bobby said sullenly.

"Why don't you just hire him as your personal trainer?" Eric asked.  "Even
if he won't fuck you at least you'll get a chance to look at him up close."

Bobby's face lit up like a little boy with a new bike.

"What a good idea!" he shouted, clapping his hands.

Bobby wiggled his pretty ass to the counter, turning a few heads, and made
an appointment for later that week.

What Bobby didn't know is that Brian had had his eye on him the whole time.
He been intentionally ignoring Bobby because he enjoyed watching the little
butt boy get all worked up.  In fact, he had been teasing the poor faggot
by making sure that Bobby always got a clear view of him pumping up his
enormous arms and chest.

Bobby showed up for his session wearing his most slutty outfit, skin tight
soft cotton short that hugged his ass like melons in a wet paper sack.
Underneath he wore a pair of red silky bikini briefs.

When Brian saw him walking down the aisle, he smiled to himself at the
sight of the pathetic little thing, so desperate for attention.  But he
showed no outward sign, maintaining a blank steely expression.

"Hey there," he said, squeezing Bobby's hand in a powerful grip.

"Hi," Bobby averted his eyes, intimidated into shyness.

Bobby spent the next few minutes talking about his work-out philosophy but
Bobby didn't really follow it.  He was too busy studying the vein crawling
down Brian's bicep to his forearm and the impressive curve of his trapezius
flowing from his neck to his shoulders.  Brian had dressed especially for
the occasion, wearing a tight polo style shirt and knee length cut-off
sweat shorts.

"Some trainers recommend that you focus on your worst feature, to try to
bring it up to par," Brian explained, confidently.  "I think this is a
waste of time.  All it gives you is an average body.  My strategy is to
focus on the best feature, to make it really pop, to push it over the
edge."

Brian circled Bobby, trying to determine his best feature.  He had his
powerful arms crossed over his massive chest, looking Bobby up and down
with a smug expression.

He stopped behind Bobby and nodded his head.

"Your ass.  Definitely your ass."

Bobby blushed.

"Don't be embarrassed," he gave a deep chuckle. "The butt is an important
part of how a person looks.  Studies have shown that women notice a good
butt over every other body part."

For the next hour, Brian put Bobby through a rigorous butt work-out.

They started with barbell squats.

Brian placed his large hand on Bobby's narrow waist and guided him down.

"Lower, that's it. A little lower. Now arch your back"

Bobby came up, his legs aching from the deep squat.

"Your pretty good at this," Brian said, a gleem in his eye.  "I can tell
you've had practice squatting.  This time spread your legs a little.
Farther.  C'mon farther, really spread em."

By this time Bobby was beginning to look pornographic.  With his back
arched and his legs spread his underwear and shorts had begun to ride up.
His firm butt cheeks peeked out the bottom of his shorts with each squat.
And his bikini was worked so far up his crack that his tender ass lips were
protruding on either side.

And all the contact on his ass and watching Brian's body were making Bobby
really excited.  The front of his shorts were soaked with precum.

Brian savored every eyeful of it.

"Let me help you," Brian said, a little condescending.

He helped guide Bobby down and then at the lowest part of the squat, he
casually and gently touched his finger against Bobby's swollen ass lips.

The touch was electric and Bobby involuntarily moaned.

"Everything okay?" Brian asked with mock concern, touching his ass again.

Bobby swallowed and nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.

Next Brian had Bobby lay down flat on a machine to do hamstring curls.

Bobby turned his head to the side, only inches away from Brian's package.

"Okay, three sets of twelve," Brian ordered.

For the first time Bobby could tell that Brian was not wearing any
underwear.

His enormous semi-hard cock was clearly visible running down the leg of his
shorts.

Bobby could make out the ridge of the head hangind down halfway to his knee
and even a vein running down the top.

"C'mon Bobby, really go for it," Brain said, amused by Bobby's dazed
fascination with his crotch.

"I'm trying," Bobby whispered.

"Try harder," Brian answered, giving his cock a little tug to further
emphasize its length.

At this point, Bobby was pathetic.  His face was beat red from excitement
and a trail of drool was running out of the corner of his mouth.  All he
could do was watch with fascination Brian's cock as it moved with flexing
of his thick legs.

Brian was really enjoying this.  He smiled and swivelled his hips back and
forth, watching Bobby's eyes follow the cock as though he were hypnotized.

Before completing the exercise, Brian walked up close to Bobby allowing his
cock, barely concealed in his shorts to rub momentarily across Bobby's
face.  At the same time he casually gave Bobby's ample bottom a pat.

"C'mon now," he said cheerily.

It had the desired effect.

Bobby let out a gasp and a slight moan, unable to control himself.

Brian had Bobby right where he wanted him.

"Okay, Bobby, that's it.  So I'll see you the same time next week?" Brian
said.  They were alone in the office.

"So, it's over," Bobby asked with dissappointment, staring pointedly at the
long cock running down Brian's thigh.

"Why?  Is there something else you wanted?" Brain put his hands on his
waist, sticking out his broad chest and drawing further attention to his
sizable member.

"Sort of," Bobby said, involuntarily licking his lips, not knowing what to
do.

"Well, what is it, Bobby?  What do you want?" He said the question in a
husky whisper.

"Well, well," Bobby stammered, "I want to suck your cock."  Bobby wasn't
used to needing to ask, but he liked it.

"What?" Brian asked with mock surprise.  "This?" He traced the length of
the cock with his index finger.

"You want to suck this?"

Bobby nodded vigorously, his lips parted in anticipation.

"Really?" he answered skeptically.  "How long have you wanted that?"

"A long time.  Since I first saw you."

"Naw.." Brian said, casually lifting his shorts to reveal the tip of the
swollen head.

"Oh yes," Bobby cooed.

"Well, why didn't you say so?"

Bobby shrugged, a little bit of drool running from the corner of his mouth.

Brian walked toward him and used his thumb to push the drool over Bobby's
lips and into his mouth.

"Bobby, you have to learn how to tell people what you want.  How was I
supposed to know that?"

Bobby opened his mouth, allowing Brian to push his thumb across his tongue
and back into his throat.

"If you want to suck my cock so bad, then you should probably get down on
your knees and open your mouth."

Bobby fell to his knees and made a perfect cocksucking o.

"Now let's practice," Brian said.  "Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want you to fuck me," Bobby cried, acutely aware of the desperate aching
in his ass.  Brian rolled his eyes.

"Jeesh.  First you want to suck my cock.  Now you want me to fuck you.  You
just can't make up your mind.  I was going to let you suck it, but now I'm
not so sure.  You seem really confused to me."

Brian pulled up a rolling chair and sat in it, swinging one leg over an
armrest, positioning his engorged and barely concealed member less than a
foot from Bobby's open mouth.

"Look, Bobby, I think you've got a problem.  I've seen you in here, getting
fucked all the time.  You want it all the time, but it doesn't really
satisfy you does it?  I mean if you were really satisfied then you wouldn't
need it again a few hours later.  Am I right?"

Bobby nodded his head mindlessly, focused on the cock.

"But I know what will really satisfy you, and make that awful aching go
away.  I can help you."  As Brian spoke, he pulled aside the flimsy cotton
of his shorts, unveiling inch after glorious inch of cock.  Eventually, to
Bobby's disbelief, he displayed nine astounding inches of incredible width.
The width was really the most notable trait of the cock.  The sides flaired
like the neck of a cobra.  Bobby would be lucky to fit his lips around it.
Brian casually laid the cock against his leg, revealing its ridged, veined
underside.  As he did so, a tear of precum trickled down its length.  With
a flop, he removed his hefty balls.

"But if I'm going to help you, you have to promise to do whatever I say, no
matter what."  Bobby couldn't even hear him.  His entire world consisted of
that mouth-watering cock.  Brian rolled his eyes.  He could see that
something would have to be done before he would be able to talk to Bobby.

"That's it.  Turn around," he commanded, standing up and tugging at his
throbbing cock.  That part Bobby understood.  He scrambled around eagerly,
tilting his hips and angling his ass up.

Brian reached out and, with a powerful thrust, ripped the shorts away,
revealing Bobby's smooth, caramel-covered skin.

The bikini was buried so deeply between his cheeks, he could hardly see it.
With a second tear, he ripped it off too.

Bobby moaned with anticipation.

Brian could tell that Bobby had been fucked at least once today, as his
hole was already well lubricated.

"What do you want Bobby?"

"Fuck me," he whimpered.

"What's the magic word?" Brian teased with a smile.

"Please," he cried.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me."

Before Bobby could finish, Brian drove his cock balls-deep into Bobby's
velvetty ass.  "Ooooo," Bobby said surprised, as the force of the insertion
knocked him face down onto the cold tile.

The smooth, hot lining of Bobby's ass was spasming on the cock, literally
milking every inch of it.

Brian could probably have cum just from the massage Bobby's ass was giving.
But he had other plans.

"Now, Bobby I'm going to have to fuck you very hard in order for you to
calm down enough to have a conversation.  Are you ready, honey?"

"Oh yes, please." Although the intense ass-stretching felt good, it was not
enough to put out the inferno in Bobby's ass.

Then Brian began to fuck in earnest, using every ounce of strength he had
spent so many years developing.

Each thrust caused Bobby to slide, face first, across the tile, toward the
wall, which he soon bumped up against.  After that, each thrust was
punctuated with a bang of his head against the wall.

But Bobby didn't notice the wall.  He was completely wrapped up in the
incessent cock pumping.  As hard as he was getting it, he couldn't help but
tilt his ass up and push it back, hoping to get another fraction of an inch
of that impossible thickness.

Brian pounded Bobby for almost fifteen minutes before Bobby finally came
without touching himself.

Brian closed his eyes and sighed, enjoying the tight hole biting down on
his cock.  Then he pulled out and stood up.

"Okay, Bobby.  Do you think you can listen to me now?" he asked, a note of
frustration in his voice.

Bobby nodded and struggled to his feet, trying to cover his exposed body
with the shreds of his shorts.

"A quick fuck like that will help for a little while.  But I think we both
know that you need more, don't we?"

Bobby blushed like a scolded child.

"Now, I want you to thank me properly and then go home.  Come back next
week and we'll see what we can do.  Okay, honey?"

"Thank you," Bobby replied meekly.

"Not like that, honey.  Get down on your knees and kiss it."

Bobby dropped eagerly to his knees and stared at the still hard cock,
dangling before him.  He puckered up and kissed it like a teenager kissing
for the first time.

He would have fallen into a make-out session with the cock, if Brian didn't
push him away.  "C'mon Bobby, we don't want to get you worked up again.
Now get out."

"But, but, my clothes," Bobby stuttered

Brian gave Bobby a warning look and Bobby meekly complied.  He made his way
through the gym, his buttocks blushing red, barely covered by the scraps of
clothe he held around his waist.  Muscular men noticed and snickered.
Brian stood in the doorway, his arms folded across his chest, smiling.

To be continued...

This is semi-authobiographical.  I'd love to hear comments.  Especially
from tops.  You can write me at: bobbyonall4s@hotmail.com