S.C. Walker's Erotic Stories

Jun is my personal favorite of my characters and the one closest to my heart :) I have a lot more planned of him and many, many upcoming story scraps! I hope you enjoy!! *** “Jun-san, are you alright!? You have to get back on stage!” The producers were getting frantic. Their big celebrity guest had sequestered himself in his dressing room. Jun was one of the biggest pop idols in Japan. They had hundreds of teenage girls at this event, screaming their heads off like they were about to die. It wasn’t uncommon for some of them to faint, which is why the event producers had hired medics. But all of that was pointless if Jun wouldn’t go out on stage. It’s not hard to see why Jun was so popular. Sure, he was pretty tone-deaf, but that was the least-important thing when you were an idol. He was quite short, and his big eyes, bright smile, cute dimples and cheery personality made him the perfect innocent, non-threatening guy that all the girls could imagine was their boyfriend. His i...

Owen Evans was nervous as hell. He kept checking Google Maps to make sure the directions were correct. As he walked along the sidewalk, people avoided him because of his size. Owen had been working out since he was a teenager, and thanks to rugby, he had a massive, muscular body standing at 6’5”. He wasn’t super defined, but his body was pure meat. As people walked by him, they turned their heads to catch a sight of his magnificent ass. Like the rest of his body, it was huge, maybe even too huge. Owen’s shorts, the only pair of clothing that now fit him, clung to his cheeks and exposed the bottom of them. Owen had to stop in the middle of the sidewalk as he felt a shiver travel throughout his entire body and end right at his hole. He felt a glob of juice drip from his hole, adding to his already-soaked shorts, some even dripping down his huge, tree-trunk thighs. Fuck, I need to get this taken care of ASAP Owen had seen the video, and now his only hope was Dr. Carson’s Clinic. He...

“FUCK, where the hell is she!?” The guys were getting inpatient. The stripper was supposed to be there over an hour ago. She must have been a no-show. And worst of all, she got paid in advance! That bitch!! Maybe the stripper decided not to come after she realized she was expected to “entertain” a dozen drunk, horny rednecks at a bachelor party! Chase stood up. “Come on guys, we still got beer!” His best buddy was getting married, and he was the best man! He wasn’t going to let this bachelor party be a bust. “FUCK beer man, I need to smash some pussy!” His buddy grabbed his crotch. “Do you know how much its gonna suck that I’ll only have one pussy for the rest of my life?” “We don’t need a stripper to have fun! Come on, anybody can do that shit!” Chase needed to do SOMETHING to cheer the groom up. “Watch, even I can do it!” That was it! Chase started to gyrate his hips in the middle of the room. His friends would think this was absolutely hilarious. Chase expe...

The crowd was going wild! Who knew this skinny white boy had such a phat booty, and better yet, knew how to twerk it like a pro! How did Chase end up like this? It’s the result of a string of bad (or some might say good) decisions. Chase was your typical Southern redneck jock. He wasn’t very muscular, but he loved to mess around with friends, play sports, and get drunk and wild. His buddies always joked around that he had the phattest ass in town, even bigger than the black girls. It definitely was. Huge, pale and jiggly, it naturally bounced with every step he took. He even joked around and bounced it on purpose sometimes. Whenever he did that, his buddies would get real quiet. Chase just laughed it off. Chase and his buddies were enjoying spring break, and as a joke they signed him up for a twerking contest. They were so drunk that when Chase was called to the stage, he enthusiastically jumped up and started twerking his ass off, imitating those nasty chicks in rap videos. ...

“And Eduardo Silva is down! He is being escorted off the field… what happened? We can only speculate what made him suddenly collapse like that.” Those same thoughts were running through Eduardo’s mind. The medics gave him a cursory look, and were almost certain what was wrong with him. They would have to call in an expert. This game was supposed to finally rocket Eduardo’s fame in the football world. He already had a huge amount of buzz, thanks to his handsome looks, excellent performance, and natural charm. Even though he looked like a movie star, he was a devout Catholic and swore off all partying, alcohol, and sex. This “good boy” personality won him a lot of fans. His finely muscled body was ideal: he was lean except for his extra-powerful tree trunk thighs. Gossip magazines also loved to publish pics of him, pointing out his gargantuan ass and how perfect it looked no matter what he was wearing. Eduardo tried everything to obscure it, but it was the kind of thick Latin booty...

“Where are you going, Peter? This party is in your honor.” Marissa looked concerned. Peter was so lucky, not only was his fiancé a supermodel, she was also caring and gracious. “I know darling, I just have something to take care of.” Peter had been going to these parties since he was a child. As the son of one of the wealthiest Italian importers around, he knew that he could sneak away for a little bit to take care of… personal business. Peter thought that it might be karma or something. His life, from the outside, was perfect. He was incredibly wealthy. His father was grooming him to take care of the family business. He rubbed shoulders with the elite of high New York society. His fiancé was a supermodel with a heart of gold.  He himself briefly dabbled in modeling as a hobby. He could have gone far with his dark, statuesque good looks and his finely chiseled body. He looked like Michelangelo carved him from marble. With all of his perfection and good fortune, Peter ...

*Ding-dong* Ray Carlyle opened the door to the sight of massive Bubba Johnson. At well over six feet and the high school’s star linebacker, he was a hulking mountain of a man despite only being 18. Even with all his muscles, his angelic face was always smiling and willing to help out. Bubba could always be counted on to help mow your lawn or paint your fence. The whole town loved him, especially the football dads. “Whoo boy, you sure are dressed right!” Ray whistled. Damn right, the teen was in nothing but a loose white tank-top, see-through with sweat, and a pair of jean cutoffs so small his massive bubble ass was spilling out of them. They might as well have been a denin thong. People started calling him ‘Bubba’ for one reason: his gigantic meaty ass, developed by working hard on his family’s farm. Ever since Bubba got JPS, his ass has become much jigglier and bouncier than before, when it used to just be hard muscle. Now, it jiggled with every step like it there was an ear...

“Fuuuuuck, bro, I’m so bored!” Alex looked over at his friend, Greg. This lecture was killing him. The university was making him take ART HISTORY, of all things, before he could graduate. The professor droning on about paintings or some shit made him want to sleep. Normally he sat as far back in the lecture hall as he could and played fantasy football, but he forgot his laptop today. “Me too, dude.” Greg grinned back. Greg, like Alex, was your typical frat jock, big and muscular, barely opened a textbook in the four years he’d been at school, and constantly thinking about pussy. Even now. Alex glanced at Greg’s laptop screen. “That’s not fantasy football.” Alex was surprised that his buddy, horndog that he was, would be openly watching porn in the middle of a lecture. The video showed a blonde, big-titted bimbo choking on a massive, fat cock. “Damn, I could really go for a BJ right now.” Greg spread his legs and gestured towards the substantial bulge in his jeans. And...

“Dr. Carson, it’s good to see you!” An older gentleman stood in the lobby of the Saraosa Resort Hotel. He wore a pure white suit on his tall, svelte frame, which contrasted nicely with his ebony skin. He was bald, with a white mustache, and carried a black cane with silver trim. He had an air of class and dignity. “Mr. Luna, I’m glad to see you as well. I have to say; your resort is much more beautiful than I imagined!” “Of course, everything is beautiful on our little island!” “I hope that everything is going well? My patients should be checking in now.” “Not to worry Dr. Carson, we have the finest staff, and they are well prepared for your patients. I guarantee their stay here will be like paradise! Now follow me to the private lounge where we can discuss our plans.” --- Alex stepped into the pristine, sparkling lobby. It was almost brighter inside than outside; the entire lobby was covered in gold and silver! Alex wore a backwards baseball cap, a green muscle tank top th...

Patient Files: Alex Jones “No fucking WAY I can do that shit doc! I don’t give a fuck how bad it gets, nothin’ is going up my ass!” Alex was your typical fratboy. A hard partier and drinker, and total horndog, his recent diagnosis of JPS was seriously getting in the way of that lifestyle. A dedicated crossfitter, his face lit up at the opportunity to talk about his workout, his diet, or show off his tight physique. He has dark eyes, face scruff, and always wore a backwards baseball cap. He was a bit arrogant, but what kind of hotheaded college guy wasn’t? “I understand how you feel, Alex, but you came to me asking for treatment and I’m offering it to you. Well, there is an alternative. I have some hypotheses regarding non-penetrative treatment, but I would need a test subject.” And that’s how Alex ended up on his knees in Dr. Carson’s clinic, staring at his nurses’ engorged erection inches from his face. Dr. Carson wondered if, instead of taken as a suppository, the treat...

Luke was alone in the locker room. The rest of his team had already changed and left, but Luke was a little late answering reporter’s questions after he single-handedly turned the game around. He hit several home runs, and he could still hear the chants of his name from the locker room. He turns and admires his body in the mirror, slowly looking at his broad chest, bulging biceps, thick quads. And, of course, his massive bubble booty, thick and meaty, clad only in a jockstrap. He always gets hungry after a game, and since he worked so hard today, he’s extra-hungry. He’s gonna have to stop by Dr. Carson’s clinic on the way home. Suddenly, he hears the locker room door open, and turns to see who’s entered. “There he is!” A middle aged man called over to the teen. “Amazing game, sport!” “Yeah, you really are quite the MVP, kid!” Another said. The other dads in the group of 5 just grinned as they took in Luke’s gloriously framed bubble ass. They had all fantasized about it whilst si...

The beginning of my JPS Saga! *** “Hey everybody, welcome to the information video for JPS! I’m your host, ESPN’s High School Baseball MVP of the Year, Luke Micucci!”        Everybody knew Luke. The charming, affable high school shortstop went viral thanks to his teen heartthrob good looks and his natural athleticism. There were already talks that he was going to be drafted directly into the MLB. He won over sports fans with his skills and hard work, and he had a sizable teen girl fanbase thanks to his innocent face, full lips, and short brown hair. He had the looks of an actor in the body of an athlete. Of course, Luke also had another completely unintended fanbase: gay guys who noticed just how well he filled out the back of his pants. Certain forums would trade pics of him, admiring his huge, powerful bubble butt in those tight baseball pants. If only they knew the truth.        Here, he was standing in just a black tank top with his hig...