DONUT BOY

A short porn story by Djynn Flyssa - April 2014

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Ian's pulse raced as he stood by the bus stop, checking the phone in his hand. His friend was running late - hardly ideal for their first time meeting offline. They had been chatting for over two months, swapping pictures, stories, ideas; few of them Ian would feel comfortable saying out loud, especially in public. Then again, what could he have expected from a site called ButtBois.com?

The text message buzz was enough of a shock that he almost dropped his phone. 'Bus out of traffic FINALLY. Should be there in ten. See you soon cutie! xxx' Djynn was one of those people who capitalised their texts - it was an odd politeness that only made the dirtier half of their conversations seem all the more shameful.

Ian replied with a simple 'cool! can't wait' and turned his attention to the bus shelter. In the afternoon sun, he could see his reflection on the timetable. A handsome young man stared back, offering a nervous smile. Ian had always been told he was cute - from his thick mop of light brown hair to lips that his last boyfriend had called "smoochable" - but it was rare that he could see it in himself. He was in fairly good shape, though not exactly muscular. Today though, he allowed himself to indulge. He posed, pouting at his reflection, turning around to show off the rather ample curve of his  backside. That is, until an older gentleman wandered over to wait for his own bus, and Ian went right back to being quietly flustered.

When the bus finally pulled up, Ian recognised Djynn instantly. The yoshi was short, he knew that much (four-foot-six, he'd told him), but his stature combined with the excessive, voluptuous shape of his hips and thighs gave him the kind of pear-shape that made the human's toes curl. Djynn was dressed in a pair of jeans that looked like they might burst at any moment; his shirt was a cool blue, unbuttoned to show off the smooth torso underneath. 'I'll wear something special for you,' his message last night had said, but this seemed fairly ordinary. It was a nice pair of jeans, though. On catching Ian's eye, he grinned.

"Well, look who it is!" Djynn's British accent was feminine to say the least, and it flowed into the taller man's ears like syrup. Ian noticed an overnight bag slung over one of his shoulders. "It's wonderful to meet you finally, Ian honey. Or should I say, Donut Boy?"

Ian felt his cheeks burn. Did he have no shame? What if people heard? Sure, they were the only two left at the bus stop, but still... "Uhm, Ian is fine." He was fidgeting a little, offering his hand to shake, but Djynn simply moved forward and wrapped his arms around the human in a warm, affectionate hug. In the gentle embrace, Ian's nerves calmed.  He even let his hands wander, stroking over the yoshi's back and feeling the soft cotton of his shirt. They shared a grin, and set off for the human's home.

~

The apartment door had scarcely swung open when Djynn grabbed Ian suddenly by the hips, backing him against the coat rack. They had been flirting and making small talk all the way from the bus stop, but now all bets were off. The yoshi even nudged the door shut with his foot.

"Djynn, hey...!" Ian started, as the shorter male pressed up against him. Djynn's smooth belly was flush against the front of his jeans.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but I've been wanting to do this since the first photos you sent! You know you're ten times cuter in person, Donut Boy." And with that last little tease, Djynn's hand slid from his hip to grab a thick handful of Ian's arse. "This chunky arse has been bouncing through my mind on a regular basis, you know. Along with that mystery of yours."

"Myst...mystery? What d'you mean by that?" Ian's cheeks were beet red at this point. He had no idea what to do with his hands, and so he left them pinned to his sides.

Djynn turned his head, peeking through his mess of blond hair. Their eyes met, and Ian saw hunger in his gaze.. "I mean the mystery of what a darling boy like you is really keeping between these cheeks. For a cutie who claims to have a "donut", you never did show me a picture of your hole." The yoshi's smirk was a mix of affection and malevolence.

"Well, I mean, I'm not too great at taking pictures of myself," Ian offered, only for his voice to cut out when he felt Djynn slip a finger around one of his belt-loops. Casually, the shorter boy tugged him into his apartment, standing in the middle of the room. His mind was racing: he was being manhandled, moved around, and yet he couldn't deny how excited he was feeling. He couldn't deny that his pants were tightening, either.

"Don't worry, honey, you don't have to show me anything you don't want to." Djynn paused, and stood up on his tiptoes, giving Ian a gentle kiss on the cheek. "I'm just curious, is all."

Ian paused, a nervous hand coming up to stroke Djynn's cheek. It was still so surreal to finally have him here. "Okay, uhm, just let me get comfy." 

As his friend hopped up onto the nearby couch, Ian straightened himself. "First things first," he mumbled, slipping his T-shirt off and tossing it aside. The pink skin of his torso was smooth and hairless, catching the afternoon light. Next, he undid his belt and pulled his slacks down, exposing the rude bulge that was now straining against his briefs. Ian had a sizeable package on him, though compared to the ones he idolised it was nothing special. Even so, he caught Djynn looking at it, which made him bite his lip. 

"Okay," Djynn smirked, "that thing has a date with my throat later tonight. But for now, let's turn things around?" He swirled his finger in the air, and Ian obliged, stepping out of his trousers as he did so. His underwear was red, and the word 'CAPACITY' was stretched out in white lettering across the curve of his butt.

"Like the undies?" Ian peered over his shoulder, a sheepish grin on his face.

Djynn replied with a sudden lunge forward, dropping off the couch and onto his knees behind Ian. He grabbed onto the taller man's hips, and before he had time to react Ian felt his friend's snout bury itself in his rear. The round yoshi nose squished up against the stretched fabric, and warm breath washed over him - before too long, Djynn was snuggling against that behind.

"Gosh, it's cushy! You said you had some natural pudge back here, but this is lovely, hon." He glanced up at Ian, blushing a little himself. "I hope you don't mind me being this forward."

"N-not at all!" Ian said, and he meant it. It felt good to be appreciated like that, after all. "You can, uh, take 'em off if you like."

The yoshi barely waited for him to complete his thought before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of Ian's briefs. He pulled them down slowly, sitting back so that he could watch the pink globes of that arse ooze out of their tight confines. He let go once the waistband was just underneath the cheeks, lifting them slightly and making that arse stick out even more. Instantly, Djynn's hands were upon it: grabbing, squeezing, kneading the thick fatty flesh and watching it squash like dough between his fingers. 

All the while Ian was squirming in place, leaning forwards with his palms on his thighs. His cheeks were burning, and his erection was still trapped inside those briefs - they had only been pulled down at the back, and now the crotch was rubbing against the head of Ian's dick. He felt Djynn playing around with his cheeks for a while longer, before it finally happened: the yoshi pulled them apart.

"...Oh!"

"What? What's wrong?" Ian didn't even try and hide the fluster in his voice.

"Nothing at all, sweetie...but you're far from a "donut"."

Ian groaned in embarrassment. It was true: peeking out from the gully between his buttocks was a dainty, pink pucker of an anus. It was damp with sweat, but otherwise looked almost virginal - at least, compared to the holes that Ian dreamed about. "I-I know, I'm sorry, I just...always wanted one of my own! I use toys all the time, and I've had plenty of sex, but--" 

"But you need direction," Djynn said, finishing the thought. His breath washed over that hole, making it clench. He leaned in and gave it a warm and lingering slurp, his tongue sliding from Ian's taint all the way up to his tailbone. It left a trail of saliva in its wake. "You want a real donut, don't you sweetie? A juicy, puffy hole, that you can flaunt and play with, right? The kind you won't be able to keep your hands off."

Every word was music to Ian's ears; he was nodding vigorously. His glasses were even fogging up, as he reached a shaky hand back to stroke Djynn's hair. Then, without warning, he grabbed a handful of it and forced the yoshi's face into his arse. He was rewarded with another deep, sensuous lick, one that made his head swim with endorphins. He knew about yoshi tongues, of course, but this was his first experience on the receiving end of one. It slid and swirled over and around his anus, teasing and slobbering in serpentine movements. Ian almost lost his balance a couple of times, but ended up just grinding more against Djynn's face.

Another aspect Ian had not anticipated was the noise: the damp, raunchy smack of Djynn's lips, the wet squish of that tongue against his crevice. It echoed around his head even as the rimming died down - Djynn was now kissing at his hole. No, more than kissing - his mouth had formed a seal around the human's ring, and he was starting to suck.

"Wait, what are-ohh, god..." was all Ian could manage. He had been eaten out before, but never like this. Djynn was sucking on his butthole as if it were a cock, or a nipple - hungrily and with considerable force. His friend's snout was mashed up against Ian's tailbone, and saliva oozed down the back of his taint as he squirmed in place. It was uncanny, weird, and felt sublime. His cock was aching, still trapped by underwear fabric - fabric now stained with Ian's precum.

Eventually, Djynn pulled away from the kiss, producing a loud, juicy smack. He giggled, patting Ian's butt cheek. "Mnh, could you hold your arse open a second? I wanna show you something."

Nodding dumbly, Ian reached his hands back to keep his cheeks spread. He was staring straight ahead, his heart pounding. Suddenly, he heard the tell-tale noise of a cameraphone; Djynn handed it to him moments later.

"Take a look!"

Ian took the phone, letting his rump flop and wobble back into its natural position. He took a deep breath, and then looked.

His mouth fell open.

The suction of Djynn's kiss had made his pucker swell, bloating out into a rosy red. It was protruding a good half-inch, glistening with drool; had it got wider?! "H-how the hell did you do that?"

"Talent and practice, sweetie, that's all," Djynn was standing behind Ian now, arms wrapped around his waist. "Both of which I'm happy to pass on." A green hand hooked under the waistline of Ian's briefs, giving a helpful tug and freeing the pink flesh of his erection. "Or if you'd rather I stopped there..."

"No!" Ian blurted out, and he felt his still-aching butthole clench wetly. "Nghh, I mean, if you don't mind."

"Mind? Honey, few things feel better than wish-fulfilment. Especially for wishes as unorthodox as yours!" His fingers wrapped around Ian's shaft, giving it a few helpful strokes. "So I think you should tell me exactly what you want my help with."

The human squirmed in place, one hand reaching back to squeeze at his friend's hip. Djynn was supremely curvy, something Ian had lusted after (and been jealous of) since their first online encounter. But right now, he was paying so much attention to Ian's own curves...! "I'd...I'd like to have a donut. A proper one, like you see in porno. Puffy and such." He was blushing so hard that he could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks.

Djynn responded with a simple squeeze at Ian's cock, before letting go. "Okay then! Bedroom. Lead the way."

~

A minute later, Ian was on his bed. He was naked now, and sitting on his hands. He had moved his glasses to the dresser - his vision was fine at short distances, and things were already pretty intimate. His cock was still twitching, but it felt impolite to play with himself when Djynn was being so helpful! 

The yoshi was rummaging through the overnight bag he had brought with him, humming to himself. He tossed out a few items: a pair of handcuffs, a string of anal beads (each the size of a fat grape), some leather straps. These made Ian's mind race, but it was nothing compared to what came next.

"Here we go!" Djynn produced a tube, handing it to Ian. It was the shape of a toothpaste tube, except as big around as his wrist. That, and the logo: 'Booty Butter'.

"That is a pretty good name," Ian said, turning it over in his hands. "Oh, it says it 'enhances flavour'?"

"Not that you need it, cutie. Ah! Found you." And out of that bag came a clear plastic tube, with a black rubber pipe and bulb. Ian recognised it instantly. It was a cock pump - except bigger, and more squat.

"Oh, fuck," was all the man could say as Djynn moved to kneel on the carpet, between his legs. The green curve of his nose brushed up against Ian's thigh, warming his genitals.

"Okay, darling. I'm gonna need you to spread your legs nice and wide, and grab your ankles. I need full access to that pretty little hole of yours."

Ian did as he was told. Spread-eagled and lying on his back, his arse was totally exposed. He gasped at the cool temperature of the 'Booty Butter' gel as Djynn started to massage it into his bare flesh. He felt his swollen pucker tingle, felt the muscles twitch. It was a strange sensation, but it was very pleasant. He lay back, relaxing as much as he could with his legs in the air.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Djynn asked, and pressed the rim of the pump against Ian. It was about four inches wide, cushioned with soft black rubber. 

Ian nodded. Then, "oh, shit."

The first squeeze of the bulb had the tube sealed against him, and Ian could already feel the pressure. Another two quick pumps and he let out an involuntary grunt. His toes curled as the flesh of his hole started to react to the suction. Two more pumps, and he started to notice the tug, the blood rushing to the distended flesh. His hole was being pulled outward, and he could feel it. He could almost hear it, a damp little squish muffled by the plastic.

Djynn tapped the side of the tube, making Ian shiver. "Okay, cutie, that's nice and firm on there," the yoshi grinned up at him, stroking his thigh. "You can put your legs down now, nice and slow for me."

Ian let go of his ankles, keeping his legs splayed wide as they made their way down. As they moved, he felt his buttocks squash against the plastic of the pump; the suction kept it firmly in place.

"Now, there's something we've neglected so far," Djynn smirked as he stood up, letting the rubber tube lie slack over Ian's thigh. "And that is inspiration."

As the human watched, Djynn started to disrobe. His shirt was on the floor in seconds, revealing the smooth white of his chest and stomach - Ian noticed a slight bloat under the yoshi's ribs. Next he started on his jeans, working at the button. Once unfastened, the zip was forced open by the pressure behind it: the yoshi's excessive curves had been straining the denim to near breaking point. He slipped the jeans down, flaunting the round bulge in the front of his underwear. Djynn was wearing a pair of purple panties, but even they were struggling against the swell of his hips. He had the body of some ancient fertility goddess, from the waist down at least. 

"Lie back for me and close your eyes, honey," he said, and Ian was on his back in moments. The shorter male climbed up onto the bed, only to turn around and straddle his chest. He grunted a little under the weight, feeling the rubberlike smoothness of Djynn's skin against his own. The pump was suddenly squeezed, suction bloating that hole out more and bringing a fresh ache and tingling sensation. He bit his lip, and felt warmth against his face.

"Okay," Djynn cooed. "You can look."

Ian opened his eyes, and then opened them wider. His vision was filled with the enormous swell of Djynn's backside, green and white flesh that caught the bedroom light. It was impressive enough on its own, but Ian's attention was focused on what was between them.

Djynn's panties were stretched over his expansive rear. They conformed to the round shape, but in the middle of them Ian saw something circular and firm, protruding a good two inches against the fabric. It was wider than his palm.

"That is a big fucking dildo." He could barely get the words out, one hand coming up to peel aside the purple fabric. Ian now saw the base of the thing: it was jet black, glistening with moisture, and bore the words 'CuntBuster - Medium'.

"I told you I'd be wearing something special, darling." Djynn giggled, reaching back to give his own rear a firm smack. "And soon enough your hole will be swallowing stuff like this, too!" The fat cheeks quivered in response to the slap, but more importantly the shockwave made the toy shift. It was starting to slip out. 

"How did you...this is medium?" Ian murmured, but was cut off by another gasp of pleasure. Djynn had given the pump another squeeze, grabbing his cock at the same time. His friend's hand was slick with the lube, gliding across the turgid shaft with an expert grip. The blend of pleasure and uncanny strain was percolating in his mind, a froth of excitement that made him squirm under Djynn's hefty arse.

He reached up, arms hooking around the yoshi's chunky thighs, and grabbed two meaty handfuls of that rump. It squished between his fingers, hot and soft and cushy. He started to knead, pulling those cheeks apart to gaze upon the overstretched hole between them. Djynn's ring was a plump and ruddy pink, clenching eagerly against the dildo's rubber shaft. With his anal fixation, just witnessing this kind of stretch was a fantasy in itself to Ian. He took hold of the slippery base with one hand, keeping those cheeks spread with the other, and started to pull.

"Oh!" Succumbing to the pleasure, Djynn gave a sudden firm pump. It was much bigger than the previous ones, and the human let out a guttural noise of surprise. "Fuck, Ian, I'm sorry! Got a little carried away," Djynn wriggled on top of him, that dildo now jutting four or five inches out of his arse and dangling above his friend's face. "I think we can leave your pussy as-is for now-"

"No," Ian grunted. "Just...one more..." With the lust and desperation in his voice, he surprised himself. His cock was throbbing so hard in Djynn's hand that it was almost painful. The pump had awoken muscles and nerve endings Ian didn't even know he had. "And..."

"And what, donut boy?" 

The name made Ian whimper with pent-up need. "And I wanna see yours!" Without waiting for a response, he grabbed the base of Djynn's toy and gave a single, firm tug. It slid out with a loud, moist squelch, inch by inch, over two feet of greasy black rubber dragging back out of that arsehole. It slapped against Ian's face a couple of times, smearing moisture across his cheek. Soon, it slipped out entirely.

Ian was greeted with the view of a beautifully wrecked hole. Djynn's pucker had bloated out into a juicy, meaty gape, the ring fat and puffy. He could even see into it, the tunnel of flesh disappearing into darkness. It was the hole he had always dreamed of having, that even now this talented yoshi was helping him to achieve...

One last pump: that was all it took. The sight of Djynn's hole; the wonderful strange tug at his own anal flesh; the soft grip on his cock - Ian was overwhelmed. His orgasm hit like an avalanche, a rumble of pleasure that crashed through his body over and over again. The first rope of seed sprayed from him like a small geyser, followed by a staccato burst of white cream that painted the yoshi's face in thick strands. Finally, with a weak and exhausted noise, Ian collapsed.

The afterglow was interrupted only by the gentle movement of Djynn climbing off his chest. Ian was caked in sweat, in the slime from that toy, and in a humid layer of self-consciousness. He had never imagined a day like this.

A dull hiss brought his thoughts back into the real world, as Djynn slowly released the pressure on his pump. Little by little, the numb and aching flesh seemed to revive, tingling and twitching. With a gentle pop, Djynn pulled the tube free. Then, he moved out of the way, taking Ian's bedroom mirror and positioning it for him.

"I think we've made some great progress today!"

Ian's hole was unrecognisable. A juicy red blossom of flesh, it stuck out like a beacon against the pale pink of his skin. Not only that, but it had spread out: he estimated it was about four inches across. Not just a pucker any more, but a pussy. A cum-dump, like he had always dreamed of. A damp, greasy donut.

"Is...is it permanent?" he asked, glancing at his friend.

Djynn picked up the dildo, brandishing it. He fixed Ian with a playful, worrying grin.

"Not yet."