Gay bubble butt story: Wall flower

“Seriously, Jeff?” Mitch scans over my costume, looking less than amused. “You're so fucking lazy.” He curses at me but can't stifle the amused laugh. 

“What? It's Halloween. Nobody cares as long I’m in costume, right?” I checked my appearance in tall mirror by his bedroom door and readjusted the sheet over my head so I can see through my eye holes. 

“Don is going to be pissed when he finds out that you cut holes into the dorm sheets.” Mitch snickers and readjusts his bright red suspenders. 

“Fuck Don. It was his turn to do laundry anyway. Nobody in this dorm respects the sanctity of the chore wheel anymore.” I huff floundering my arms under the folds of my ghost costume. “What are you supposed to be anyway, Mitch?” 

“What? I'm Misty from Pokémon, you dumbass.” He rolls his eyes at me and smooths down tufts of his ginger hair. I now recognize the character in question from his bare midrift and short shorts, except I don't recall Misty being so provocative. 

I am thankful for the black screens I glued over my eye holes. I can see out perfectly, but no one can see my eyes. I take full advantage as I scan Mitch up and down. He's as gorgeous as ever, slender, toned. Though his ass and thighs remain fluffy and inviting, I can't stop from staring at his juicy bubble butt as he turns and scoops the hem of his Jean shorts from under the curve of his plump cheeks. 

“Stop staring at my ass,” he chuckles, sensing my eyes. 

“It's your fault for being so damn dummy thick.” 

“Ugh, This is why we stopped dating. “Dummy Thick.” Cringe…” Mitch says as he finishes his makeup.

 “You're cringe, God damn femboy,” I mutter and stomp out ahead of him. 

The party is already in full swing. Everyone is downstairs, drinking, dancing, and mingling. Costumes abound and all are more elaborate than mine. I shrug and grab a beer as Mitch catches up. Apparently, his buddies set up a Haunted House. I was reluctant to go, but eventually he twists my arm. 

“Oh, come on, Mr. Grumpy Ghost. It'll be fun!” Mitch insists as he tugs me along by my arm. 

The haunted house is more like a haunted hedge maze, with a supposed prize at the center. The instructor never tells us what it is. Only that we must ‘conquer our fears and find the heart of the maze for riches untold.’ All very campy and drama theater stuff. It's dumb, but for Mitch's sake, I go along with it. He's super stoked to find the prize and hurries us through the dark cobweb filled hedges.

Props and people jump out at us, scaring us every now and then. And before long, Mitch and I get turned around and totally lost. We seem to have wandered into the wrong part of the maze. It's quiet here, save for the distant shrieks of surprise and thrill. 

“Hey. Uh, Mitch, I think we royally fucked it, bro. Should we call for help?” 

“And forfeit? No way. We're just ahead of everyone, that's all. Come on, I see a way through!” Mitch scampers over to a small space between the hedges. There's a hole that opens up deeper into the maze. “Shortcut!” Mitch rubs his hands and dives in before I can warn him against it. Branches rattle and snap as he stubbornly pushes himself forward. 

“OK, enough of that. You're gonna get stuck.” I huff and reach out for him. 

His shoulders and chest completely disappeared through the hedge. The only thing I can make out in the darkness is Mitch’s pale ass swaying and wiggling as he tries to slip through. 

“Mitch?” I call as he struggles, then ceases. 

“Ah ha ha ha. Too late,” he chuckles in chagrin. 

“No way, are you fucking stuck?” I swear and grab hold of his belt, yanking him back. 

“Whoa, careful, you'll rip my costume. I tried to back out. I can't. The damn branches got me tangled.”

“Ugh. I'll go get help.” I sigh but Mitch panics. 

“And leave me here alone? Bullshit. Push me through or something,” He rebuts. 

I stare down at his wide hips and fluffy thighs. “Fat chance, King Thickums.” If he had trouble fitting his narrow top half through, there's no way his voluptuous cheeks are making it. 

“Fuck you, just push,” he insists with a sigh. 

I comply, pushing against him.

“Argh! Come on, put your back into it,” he demands. 

The position brings back too many memories. His round soft ass grazes my groin each time I lean into him. Old attractions that never truly died begin to resurface. My groin tingles more as I grip his waist and shove flush against him. 

“Oh, hey, now, don't go getting any ideas.” Mitch lets out a groan as I aggressively push into him. Despite him voicing his disinterest I catch the nervous giggle behind his tone.

“Puh-lease… I'm not an exhibitionist like you,” I barked back. 

“Of course, of course. Vanilla Jeff, Why do you think we don't date anymore?” His taunting insult hits a sore spot. 

“Is that why? You think I'm boring? Ha, maybe I should surprise you then.” I've placed a crisp smack on his behind and relish in the yelp of surprise he lets out. My handprint blooms red across the globe of his healthy ass. “I'm not hearing a no.” 

Mitch falls quiet at my salacious tone, and I take it as a sign of permission. “You're a naughty young man. You'll let me have my way with this juicy booty right here in the middle of the maze, huh?” The devious grin on my face is audible in my voice. 

Mitch doesn't say anything, but I can see his pale flesh blush from head to toe as I run my bare fingertips over the smooth hills of his backside. My fingers track their way to the waist of his tight, tantalizing Jean shorts. His fly comes open easily. The snaps of his suspenders pop off with a flick of my index finger. 

Mitch whines and shifts as if anxious, but I deliberately take my time sliding his jeans shorts down till they fall around his ankles. It doesn't surprise me that he's wearing no underwear. The familiar view of his smooth breathtaking bubble butt greets me. I grind against his hot bare skin and smirk in delight as he shudders feebly at the sensation of my hard cock pressed against his ass. 

“So eager, Mitch. You sure you're not missing me?” I tug out my cock from my pants and let my erection lay across his bare ass like a fat, lazy slug. 

Mitch lets out something akin to a mewl. I know he wants me. I can see how aroused he is. His more modest erection hangs throbbing for attention between his legs.

“What was that?” I taunt and dropped the heft of my cock on his ass, allowing the weight of it to resound through his flesh. 

“Fuck me,” he whimpers lustfully. 

“I can't hear you.” I beat my engorging length against his beautiful plump backside. 

“I said. Fuck me, you stupid ghost.” Mitch huffs in desperate arousal. 

I let out a saucy and triumphant chuckle. “Well, if you insist.”

 Mitch lets out another shiver full of want as I drag my cock over in between his cheeks. Grabbing handfuls of his backside, spreading him and sandwiching my cock between the cushion of his exquisite butt. He leans back as I grind my throbbing dick into the warm, snug trench of his hairless backside. The feeling is as amazing as it always was. His skin is creamy butter. I grow harder with every stroke.

 Gathering saliva into a pool on my tongue, I let it drip and trickle into Mitch’s trench. He coos and hisses softly as I use his natural crevice to slather my cock till it's slick and slips freely against the tight clench of his anus. His small scrotum draws tight in his arousal, and his dick remains pulsing in the empty air. 

Desirous hunger washes over me as I reached down and grope up his modest sack and balls. I palm the rigid shaft of his penis and pump him steadily as I aim the wet crown of my dick into the dimple of his anus. Mitch's breath hitches, then grows into a labored moan as I lean into him. Pressure between his cinch and my hard cock equalizes before I pop in past the seal of his asshole. 

Mitch yelps and moans in helpless desire. I tossed the blanket on my costume over his back and ball my fists around his hips, drawing him back roughly. The hedge held him securely in place. There's nowhere for him to go except straight back into my cock. A deep groan ripped from my chest as I submerged into him up to my hilt in a single solid thrust.

Mitch holds on for dear life as I begin to buck into him wildly. The intense feeling of his body bouncing off my pelvis is hypnotizing. In a trance, I stared down, watching the ripples of my thrusts roll across the perfect globes of his ass. 

I've missed fucking him like this and lose myself in the moment as I fuck him, deep and passionate. The urge to climax and bottom out into his rectum rushes towards me, pushing me to drill harder into his tight fat ass. Mitch openly moans and groans, but his voice is lost amongst the staged screams.

“Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!!” Mitch slurs and mewl. 

I feel his asshole pucker around my girth, milking my cock demandingly just as I bust, filling his rectum. Suddenly, the hedges give way and Mitch and I go tumbling out in front of a group of several shocked maze runners. Dumbfounded as I lay on top of Mitch, I say the first thing that comes to mind. “Uh… Boo?”