“Hey, Carlos, have you seen my comb?” James asked as he walked into his and Carlos’ shared room. He stopped in his tracks when he saw what was happening.
Carlos had his back turned to the door and was struggling to fit his underwear over his large Latin ass. Gustavo had put him on an exercise regimen after one too many corn dogs, and James remembered Carlos saying his favorite routines were legs and thighs.
The fact that only in several months how big Carlos’ butt had grown so much…at first when he noticed the scene he didn’t realize the size of that big peach. James was in awe, the big meaty cheeks jiggling freely, the perky peachy posterior bouncing and shaking like it had something to prove. He palmed his rapidly swelling bulge.
“What the hell?!” An angry voice snapped him out of his inner monologue. Carlos was angrily standing in front of him. “What were you doing, dude?!” “Uhhh—“ James stammered. “Were you staring at my ass?” Carlos interrogated. “Uuhhh-“ “Real creepy, bro.”
“I know how to deal with creeps.” Carlos said ominously. “What do you mean, man?” James asked nervously. “Let me show you.” Carlos shoved him on the bed and whipped his huge bubble butt around. Then,
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