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Luke's Big Butt Problems Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2022-06-01 04:01:08 +0000 UTCI don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. I can’t stop staring at everyone’s dicks.
I know that sounds weird. But I guess it’s not weirder than having an ass that grows and leaks lube. But I’m serious. I can’t stop myself.
I felt like shit about what I did to Mark. I mean, granted, he definitely had a good time, but since then I realized that he definitely had a crush on me. After what happened with Sammy, I didn’t want another repeat of the blowup. I thought that if we kept hanging out, Mark would get the wrong idea and I didn’t want to lead him on. But, I was too embarrassed to say anything to him after the locker room, so I just started avoiding him every chance I could get.
He tried to approach me a couple of times, but I just hightailed it in the opposite direction to get away. One time I saw him looking really sad and lonely, and I felt bad. But, I couldn’t risk a repeat of what happened in the locker room. So, I just counted my blessings that Mark also planned on keeping what happened between us a secret. If anyone found out, they might get the wrong idea!
Anyways, staring at everyone’s dicks: at first it was just Mark. And it was hard NOT to stare at Mark’s dick, because, you know, he’s half freaking donkey or whatever. I thought after we… did stuff, I would get it out of my system. I would get Sammy out of my system. I would get that itch in my big, fat juicy bubble butt out of my system. But instead, it seemed to have just made everything worse.
I couldn’t talk to my bros. No matter what I did, my eyes would go straight to their crotches and I just couldn’t pull them away. I’d been spending less time with them, not wanting to give them the wrong idea. And now that Sammy and I aren't speaking to each other, it felt like the entire team had rallied behind him. I had nobody.
I couldn’t focus in class. I was even staring at Mr. Hartman’s freaking crotch during the history lecture. I knew he was a real hardass, ex-military, a lieutenant or something, and he had a big beefy build, but why did his pants have to be so fucking tight? Fuck, it looked like he was kinda packing and for some reason that got me all excited, and then I had to go the bathroom to take care of my leaking hole.
So there I was, kneeling on the handicap toilet as always, fingering my pu-... my asshole. I hadn’t gotten caught yet (besides that first time by Sammy), so I figured I was in the clear. But I must have totally missed the sound of the door opening again, cuz I was so lost in scraping three fingers against that nub in my hole sending shivers down my spine.
I heard somebody clear their throat. It sounded like it was right outside the door to the stall I was in. Oh fuck. Busted.
I covered my mouth and tried to muffle my moaning. I just couldn’t bring myself to take my fingers out of my ass though. I tried to stop it, I tried to not wiggle them, but I just NEEDED that itch inside me to get scratched, I knew I was going to go completely fucking nuts if I didn’t take care of it. I wasn’t sure I could stop myself from jumping someone else. Oh fuck, what if I jumped one of my bro’s bones like I did to Mark? No, that can’t happen.
Somebody knocked on the door. Fuck, I had to stop. I finally coaxed my fingers out of my hole, a burp of juice dripping out of my hole following their removal. I grabbed my shorts and pulled them back over my ass, straining again, cuz it seemed like my ass STILL wasn’t done growing.
I waited for a couple of seconds, hoping that whoever it was would take the hint and just go away. But then I heard a couple more knocks. I looked down at the bottom of the door, and saw some nasty, grimy boots. Who the fuck would wear those?
Finally, I caved. I unlocked the stall and was about to push it open when it was suddenly flung open. My jaw dropped at who was standing in front of me.
It was that janitor I saw around school a bunch. The old, gruff black guy with white hair and a bald spot. I had no idea what his name was. It probably said it on his uniform, but I couldn’t bring my eyes to look anywhere else except his crotch. Because, fuck, the dude was HUGE. Not as big as Mark, obviously, but there was an unmistakably very large, very prominent sausage snaking down his jumpsuit. Oh fuck. Was I drooling? If I wasn’t drooling from my mouth, I was definitely drooling from my ass. Yup, I could feel the telltale drip of juice down my leg.
The creepy old janitor dude looked at me all pissy. Fuck, what did I do!?
“So you’re the one that has been leaving the bathroom a mess.”
I gulped. Oh shit.
“Do you think I like cleaning up after you, boy?” His deep voice tore into me. “You think I wanna scrape your teen scum off the walls and mop up your spill?”
I gulped again, and tried to stammer out a reply. “N-n-no, sir.” I still couldn’t take my eyes off his crotch, and I swear I saw his package twitch a little bit.
“You’ve been going around leaving puddles of your fucking cunt slop all over school!”
Cunt slop? How much did this guy even know? And why can’t I stop staring at his dick??
“You fucking slut.”
Startled at his words, I was finally able to pull my eyes away from his quickly growing package, only to be met with a filthy glare. Holy shit, he caught me looking.
It was like I was hypnotized as I saw him slowly, tantalizingly, pull down the zipper to his jumpsuit and haul out his big, fat, long, nearly pitch-black cock. The head was pink and throbbing with a bubble of pre-cum forming at the tip.
My nostrils flared in response, as if it were inviting in the scent of this gross old guy. His smell was sour and stale at the same time - urine and sweat and bleach and the unmistakable tang of cum, oh god. My knees buckled as his cock grew and grew, and almost immediately he was full mast. Fuck, it was enormous, it looked… fuck, it looked like it could scratch that itch in me so good.
“Fucking tired of you being a tease. Walking around with that fat ass of yours, boy. Gonna have to teach you a lesson in respect. Turn around.”
I hesitated. Was I really going to listen to him? The fucking nerve of this gross old dude, as if he had any authority of me. He was just a fucking janitor. But fuck, that cock, THAT COCK, it made my brain feel all mushy and hazy and I could feel the itch inside my ass going haywire, twitching like crazy as my hole burped out more (what did he call it?) cunt slop into my shorts.
“I said ‘turn around’, boy, don’t make me ask you again.”
It was like I wasn’t in control of my body. I obediently turned around, facing the toilet, and pulled my shorts down. As I tugged at the tight material, causing my ass flesh to jiggle, I could hear the janitor let out a hiss. When I knelt down on the toilet seat and spread my ass cheeks, exposing my gaping, yawning hole to this filthy stranger, I heard a deep growl of “fuck”.
Oh god, was I really going to do this? Let this gross dude fuck me? Mark was one thing, Mark was fucking harmless, but this guy, the way he spoke to me, the way he looked at me. Fuck, I felt like he saw me as just a sex toy to get him off. I’ve never been looked at like that before…
But fuck, I wasn’t sure if I wanted it, but my ass sure did. I couldn’t stop the stream of juice, it was like a waterfall down my taint and plip plopping into the toilet bowl. I was so fucking empty, I just wanted more than anything to stick something inside me and scratch that itch, make it all stop.
And when I felt something warm and heavy slap against my lower back, I knew exactly what that something was. The janitor tapped the top of my ass with his enormous tool, leaving splatters of pre-cum on my cheeks. Fuck, why was he teasing me? Why wasn’t he just getting it over with?
“You want this, jock slut? You always walkin’ around like you’re the straightest boy in town. But you’re not fooling anyone, showing off that fat ass. Staring at every cock that comes within 10 feet of you. You’re a cuntboy. Fucking admit it!”
*SMACK*
He slapped my fat ass, sending my cheeks into a jiggling fury as I whined. I wanted to protest what he was saying, telling him he was totally wrong, it wasn’t my fault, it was my fucking ass, my fucking itchy, leaking ass.
“I’m not a faggot!” I said, but it was mixed in with a moan of such neediness I didn’t even know was inside me. I felt so hollow, I just wanted him to put it in already so this torture would stop.
“‘Not a faggot’. Who do you think you’re kidding? Fat ass like this. You slurping up every dick you can get. Bet you just want to bend over and let all the boys in school form a line behind you, don’t you?”
“N-no!!” It was meant to be a scream, meant to be intimidating to show this janitor dude that I was the alpha stud here, that he couldn’t talk to me like that. But again, it was like my voice was replaced by a needy, whiny bitch voice. Fuck, I sounded like a bitch.
“STOP LYING BOY!”
*SMACK*
Another hand came down on my ass, this time harder than before, I could feel my ass cheeks bounce again as it stung from the rough contact. I heard another moan escape my lips. God, just stop fucking with me, put it in already!
“FINALLY, you admit it.”
What? No. No! I said “Put it in already!” out loud!!
“Don’t worry boy, I’m gonna give you what you need. If you say it.”
I gasped, my throat felt constricted. I didn’t want to say it. I couldn’t say it. Oh god.
“I’m… I’m…”
“FUCKING SAY IT!” He boomed at me.
“I’m a jock slut. I’m a tease. I want cock in my ass.” I felt like I was on the verge of tears, the words stung my throat as they exited my body. I couldn’t believe I was saying this. It wasn’t true, it wasn’t I swear!
“You gotta learn your lesson boy. Lesson number one. This isn’t an asshole. No.” I gasped as I felt his cockhead finally, finally push against my hole, and there was no resistance, my hole spread and accepted him immediately, my ass walls pulling him in, my juice providing enough lubrication for him to slide his long, fat cock all the way to the base as I felt it rub against that itchy spot in my ass.
I felt his hot, rank breath in my ear, his body pressed up against my back. “This is a pussy, boy. That’s what you have. It’s a pussy meant for taking dick and swallowing cum. Just accept it!”
I wanted to scream NO! No, actually, I wanted to fight this gross old guy off, and beat the shit out of him or run away or fuck I wish Sammy was here, he would know what to do, no I didn’t want Sammy to see me like this, that would be…
“FUCK!” I screamed as the janitor grabbed my hips and started pumping his fat cock in and out of me. He was pounding me so hard, the slap slap sounds of flesh on flesh filling the bathroom. He was rough. Much rougher than Sammy ever was. He clearly didn’t care about if he hurt me or not, he was using me. I was being used. I was a fucking sex toy to this twisted pervert. It almost made me miss Sammy’s gentler style. Almost.
His cock dove into my squishy flesh, my… my pussy, as I squeezed around it involuntarily. Maybe if I made this guy cum, it would all be over and I could get away, forget this ever happened. But fuck, why did I want this gross perv to cum inside me so badly? The thought repulsed me, made me want to gag, but also I could just feel my pussy going crazy, like it was chanting “cum in me, cum in me, cum in me” over and over.
“Fucking slut, this is Grade-A pussy. World class. Shame you’ve been keeping it under wraps. Everybody deserves to get a shot at this cunt. And you wouldn’t turn them away, would you? You’re such a whore that you’d open up those cheeks and let anybody slide their cock up your fat ass.”
“NO!” A strangled protest came out of my throat, but it was so low and guttural I don’t know if the janitor even heard it.
I was just losing myself as his huge fat cock dug inside me, battering against that itchy spot with every thrust, sending shivers down my spine and making me buck wildly. Fuck, why was I pushing my ass back against him, why was I rolling my hips in pleasure every time he hit that spot, like it was a button inside of me?
Even as disgusted as I felt, my pussy felt amazing. God, it was so hungry, it was so happy to get stuffed with such a fat, long cock. And I thought the janitor would be so big that I couldn’t take it, but I guess after Mark I proved that my hole could really take a beating.
I’m not gay. I wasn’t a slut. I didn’t have a pussy. I didn’t want every guy to bend me over and fuck me like a bitch, dump their loads up my cunt and then step aside to let the next one in. No, he was wrong. Right?
I was fighting a losing battle here, my mind going mushy with every thrust, my protests getting smashed to pieces like my insides were getting battered by that nasty dick. I grabbed onto the back of the toilet seat and held on for dear life, my knuckles going white, as the janitor started pounding even harder, somehow, my wet, warm, sloppy walls happily parted as he rammed into me.
I squeezed and clenched my pussy with all my might, as my poor pink little ring was stretched beyond reason by that nasty janitor’s monster tool. I tried to tune out all the shitty things he was saying about me. It was just me getting what I needed, nothing more. I wasn’t any of the things he said I was.
“Nice tight little gash in between such fat cheeks. FUCK! Every time I saw you in the halls, this booty fucking bouncing everywhere, ready to burst out of your bitch booty shorts, I almost bust a nut right then and there. I bet you’d love to twerk on this fat dick, I could call my brothas over, use that pussy like a whore, make those cheeks clap. Bet you’d like that, huh?”
I don’t know what it was, but that kinda made me picture my ass bouncing while I twerked. I mean, I’ve never tried, but my ass was bouncy enough already. I bet I’d be kinda good at it, actually.
The janitor continued his assault on my poor asshole, beating my pussy up with his tool like he didn’t give a shit about how I felt. I was being used just for his pleasure. The fact that every thrust made me see stars and sent electric shivers to my toes was completely unnecessary. He was going to use me and toss me aside, like a… like a whore.
Something about the way my pussy was squeezing his cock must have done something, because it wasn’t long before I heard, “Gonna fill your cunt up with my jizz, give you what you want, feed that pussy, right boy?”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. Yeah, I needed him to cum in my ass, but not for the reason he thought! I don’t actually want all that hot, chunky nasty old man janitor sperm to spew out of his black monster cock and coat my insides, filling me up and providing a solution to that awful itch inside my twitching pussy.
But that’s exactly what happened anyways, as I felt the warm goo hit my insides, it was like my pussy was slurping it all up. I was horrified to look down and see my stomach expanding, my perfect rock solid six pack abs disappearing as the bloat from janitor’s cum grew and grew. Holy shit just how much jizz was he pumping into me? It felt like an entire bucket’s worth!
“OH FUUUUCK!!” I screamed, as my ass clenched and squeezed one last time, my pussy muscles grabbing onto his dick like a vice grip, forcing him to stop fucking me as he was completely balls deep.
I felt my pussy erupt, shooting out sprays of juice, sending my cunt slop flying everywhere, splatters of it on the ground and the toilet and even the walls. I was like a sprinkler, just shooting ass-juice all over the place.
“FUUUCK I’M CUMMING!!” I screamed in horror, as I realized my dick was hard. No, not just hard, it was actually cumming. I was cumming hands free from getting fucked by this creepy janitor!!
I was cumming harder than ever before, my entire world being rocked by an orgasm that just tore right through me. “AHHHHHH-
“-HHHHHHH!” I bolted upright as I opened my eyes. I looked around, expecting to still be in the bathroom at school. Instead, the morning light shone through my window, revealing my wall of trophies, my closet, my desk… I was in my room. I was laying in my bed. Shit, I hope Mom didn’t hear that scream.
Fuck, my bed was soaked. I pulled my sheets up and realized that I had, in fact, came in my sleep, my stomach plastered with my jizz. And even worse, it seemed like my ass had cummed as well, because my bed sheets were completely soaked, more than ever before, like somebody had dumped an entire tub load of lube onto them.
What the fuck was that? Was that a fucking dream? Did I have a wet dream about getting fucked by that nasty old guy?
I felt like I was having a heart attack, my chest was drumming. My whole body was in shivers. I couldn’t calm myself down, my breath was getting ragged. What the fuck was happening to me? And deep down, what I wanted the most was… I wanted my best bro back. I wanted Sammy to help calm me down with his deep voice and tell me everything was going to be OK. Sammy was always there for me, always supportive, always helping me out. Did I make a mistake?
Oh God. What the fuck was happening to me? I couldn’t take this any more. I needed help. I can’t do this alone.
What was happening to me? Why was my ass growing bigger and bigger, why was it leaking lube, why did I have this hunger inside me that only big dicks could satisfy? I wished I could go back to before any of this started. I turned to look at my trophy shelf… At the top was a picture of my first championship win, back in Little League. Sammy was standing right next to me, arm over my shoulder, and Coach Tom looked so proud.
Wait.
Coach Tom. I know who to turn to.
***
I must have been standing outside the door to Coach’s office for ages. My hand held up, ready to knock, but I was completely frozen in place. What was I even going to say? Hey Coach, my ass grew like crazy, then it started to leak lube, and now I can’t stop staring at everyone’s dicks and I had a wet dream about getting fucked by the school janitor. Would he even believe, or would he just call bullshit like Sammy did?
Finally I took a deep breath in and let my head knock against the door, then waited a couple of moments for Coach to answer. Maybe he wasn’t even in? The blinds in his office window were down, so I couldn’t see inside. Or maybe he was just in deep concentration working on his lesson plans or plays for the team.
“Come back during my office hours!” I heard Coach’s gruff voice ring out through the door. I knew he was all bark and no bite, Coach could be hard on us but he was always nice and wasn’t a drill sergeant like some other coaches.
“Coach?” I replied, hoping that he’d make an exception if it was me. I know that he wasn’t supposed to play favorites with his players, but he’s been my coach since little league, and I knew he had a soft spot for me. I trusted him, which is why I figured he was the one person I could turn to about this problem.
“Luke?... Come on in, Luke,” Coach responded.
Walking into Coach’s office was like crossing a threshold, it felt actually heavy so I could barely shuffle my feet forward, head hanging low and eyes focused on the floor tile. There was no way I was going to be able to look Coach in the eyes and tell him about what was going on.
Since this morning, my ass had been leaking overtime. Even though I was wearing a fresh pair of shorts, the back of them were already completely soaked, a huge wet spot. It was so uncomfortable to sit. I didn’t want Coach to see that before I had a chance to explain what it was, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. So, I made sure to face forward towards him and pressed my ass against the well. The slight pressure seemed to actually do something to me, just feeling something hard squeeze my ass cheeks had me twitching even more. Fuck what was wrong with me!?
“Luke, is everything alright?” I could hear the concern in his voice as he took a deep breath. He could clearly tell something was bothering me, Coach knew me so well.
“Luke, are you okay? Is this about what’s been going on with you and Sammy?” What did he mean by that? Did he know? Did the team know? Fuck, fuck, they couldn’t know! All these thoughts swarmed around in my head and my chest felt tight, my breathing getting shallow, it felt like I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs, like I was going to collapse.
“Luke!” Coach panicked voice rang in my ears as I collapsed forward, my fall broken by something hard. I opened my eyes and realized I was pressed against Coach’s built chest. I was always really impressed with Coach’s physique. He was in incredible shape for being in his late 30’s, but he wasn’t the star college baseball player like he used to be. His muscle was still there, but it was undeniable that his body had slowed down a bit. He was still tall, with broad shoulders, bulging biceps and two incredible pecs. Honestly, if it weren’t for his receding hairline and slight gut, he would look like he was in his 20’s.
I admired him so much, he was my inspiration for why I went so hard in the gym. When I saw him working out, his muscles straining as he pushed his body to its limit, I was always filled with this warm feeling inside me that must have been admiration.
I heard something, but it was muffled like I was underwater, then gradually getting clearer like my head was breaching the surface.
“...uke, Luke, LUKE!?” Coach was calling my name. I looked up at him to see his defined jaw covered in stubble clenched and his eyebrows furrowed in concern. Something about Coach was so comforting, we didn’t hug a lot, but he was the closest thing I had to a dad, which must be why I always wanted to be so close to him.
“Coach…” I finally was able to breathe, but I was still at a total loss for words. What just happened?
“Luke, you just had a panic attack. Can you stand now?” Coach took a couple steps back to give me my space now that I was steady on my feet again. I slowed my breathing down, controlling it so I could come back to earth.
Coach was waiting for me to say something, but I was completely speechless. My eyes seemed to zero in directly on his crotch, like I had no choice, they were locked onto his target. And fuck, how did I never notice before that Coach was seriously packing? The school issued uniform blue gym shorts he was wearing did nothing to conceal what was clearly a long, thick cock stuffed inside them. Coach must have been going commando under his shorts too, because I swore I could see the outline of his dick so perfectly. In fact, it looked like it was semi-hard, but why would Coach’s cock be hard right now?
I mean, was I just curious about Coach’s body? It wasn’t weird for a teen guy like me to be drawn to older guys. I didn’t have a dad, so I didn’t get to learn about sex from a male figure, Sammy was the one who had to explain everything to me back when we were in middle school.
For some crazy reason, I almost wanted to reach out and touch Coach’s crotch. Maybe it was just curiosity, I mean, fuck, it was huge. I’d never seen an adult cock before, just Mark’s and Sammy’s. Were all adults hung like this, or was Coach just special?
“LUKE, what are you doing?”
My eyes opened, suddenly alert, and I realized that somehow the distance between Coach and me had closed, I was pressed up against his torso again, and I shuddered and inhaled his woodsy, masculine musk.
“Coach… please…” I tried to say what I needed to say, that I needed help, but my head was so foggy and I wasn’t even fully aware of what I was doing, it was like I was in and out of consciousness. “Please, Coach… I need… I need… I need it.”
I’m sure Coach had no idea what I was talking about. What was ‘it’? I had meant to say that I needed help, but that wasn’t what had come out.
I gasped a little as I felt something on my ass. My shorts were getting chewed up by my ass cheeks, and I felt the distinct impression of a hand resting on my ass. Was that Coach’s hand? I heard something that sounded almost like a “Jesus Christ!” but I had no idea where it had come from, it wasn’t my voice. The fingers touched me gently at first, like they were probing my ass cheeks, squeezing it slightly and feeling the wetness that had spread over my shorts, trying to trace the source of it, getting closer and closer to the crease between my round cheeks, where my leaking pussy was buried.
Reflexively, I widened my stance a little to give Coach access. He must have figured out what was going on and he just needed to touch my hole to confirm that it was where the wetness was coming from. I couldn’t help but release a moan from my lips when his fingertip made contact with my hole, it was like I could feel him in every ridge of my tight little ring, my body was so overly sensitive.
I felt a rough grip enclose on my wrist, and I realized that I had brought my hand forward and I was barely an inch away from making contact with Coach’s bulge. I could just reach out and touch it, that little wet spot of pre-cum forming midway down Coach’s thigh, at the end of that thick sausage stuffed into his shorts. I could rub my thumb over the wet spot and instead, I was transfixed by the strand of pre-cum connecting my finger to the tip of Coach’s enclosed cockhead. It looked like it was going to break out of that thin fabric any moment now.
Fuck, why was I drooling so much? Why was my ass leaking like crazy? I could feel a burst of juice escape my twitching hole, which just made Coach grasp my cheeks even harder, probably to make sure he had a good grip due to them being so slippery.
I heard a soft moan in my ear and for some reason that made me want to feel Coach’s junk even more. I don’t know why, I was hypnotized by it. I just wanted to touch it. No… not just touch. I wanted it… fuck, I wonder what it tasted like? I started to drop to my knees. My fingers reached around his monster cock, clasping around the thick tube of meat…
“STOP!”
Coach suddenly jerked back and pushed me away. I stumbled a bit backwards, losing my balance and about to fall over when Coach shot out of his hand and grabbed my shirt, pulling me up. Once I was back on my feet, Coach took several steps back, keeping the distance between us. I was so fucking embarrassed, what did I do? I was groping my coach’s fucking baseball bat!
“Luke, NO.” Coach seemed to be just as freaked out as I was, but he was even more confused. I felt like he was talking to me like a little kid who was misbehaving. I felt like a huge letdown for losing control like that. But that was exactly why I needed to tell Coach everything.
“Coach, I–I’m–” I stuttered, still unsure of where to start, or how to put what I wanted to say into words. Some kind of explanation. My face burned red and I felt like I was going to cry. What the fuck happened to me? I used to be the big stud in school, and now I’m here standing in my coach’s office on the verge of tears. I breathed in deep and gathered up my composure.
“Luke, talk to me. What is going on? Tell me what’s happening.” I don’t know what it was, Coach’s stern voice, it just made me want to do whatever he said. Like it was a command I had to follow.
“Coach… I have a problem. It’s been like this for a while, I-I can’t control it, Coach. It was ok at first, Sammy was helping me out but…”
I stopped, unsure of what to say. Coach nodded at me, directing me to continue. “It’s gotten so much worse lately, Coach. I can’t control it anymore. I need help. Please. Please.”
I shut my eyes as hard as I could. I didn’t want to see how Coach would react. Was he disgusted by me? Was he pissed like Sammy? Was he afraid like Mark? Or was he going to (unf) ravage me, like the janitor from my dream?
“Luke… whatever is happening to you, I’m going to help. I want to help. We’re going to fix this. Just tell me everything.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I could do this. I was okay, I was going to be able to explain everything to Coach, and he would understand, and he would know what to do. I trusted him.
Comments
Fuckkkk yessss broooo!!exactly this! His obliviousness to the jiggling temptation that he's jutting and jostling around him all day is such a turn on
Charlie Walker
Mark is a minor character in this story, but I have plans to use him for other stories relatively soon! I also love Mark :)
Bubblelover123
Love it! I hope we get to see more of Mark. I love the jock/nerd friendships
Gerry rodriguez
Wow my favourite chapter yet!!!
Charlie Walker
I wrote that sex scene with you in mind😘
Milan
My favorite aspect of this series is definitely the protagonists naivety. I always love when a character has no idea of the effect they have or innocently/accidentally does something sexual or suggestive without realizing! :D
Danny Storm
Definitely love the idea of him being used by hung dirty old strangers
