JPS: Jun

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!!

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“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 image was squeaky-clean: no drinking, no drugs, he studied hard in college; there was not even a bit of arrogance. The perfect boy-next-door.

Of course, even if you play the good, innocent role, you still need a little bit of sex appeal. Jun had been dancing since he was little. He was especially proud of his extra-flexible body. Every idol needed a talent, and Jun loved to show off his splits. At every event or TV show appearance, they’d ask him to get on the ground and spread open in his legs in the tightest pants imaginable. Most of the time you could sinfully see the top of his briefs. If it weren’t for his already innocent image, you could almost think it was quite obscene. For a small, skinny Asian guy, he had a nice, tight dancer’s body. It was toned, but he almost never showed it off. Except, of course, for his ass. You couldn’t help but notice, especially if you were of a certain persuasion, the nice dancer’s booty he had. Two nice large cakes on an otherwise lithe body, he always needed those tight pants custom made to fit over it.

Only now that bubble butt was the cause of all his problems. It was the strangest thing, he tried the costume for this event on yesterday and everything fit. He even got it custom sized to make it a little… roomier in his butt area. Now, he struggled to get them over his bubble. He was still skinny everywhere else, but his ass had ballooned out, and there was no way those pants were going to fit over his pale, jiggly pieces of Asian cake. He struggled so hard, pulling them up with all his might, but they just would. not. Fit. Over his booty! The pants were beginning to rip!

Worst of all, the pants were already ruined anyways. Why was there a big wet spot on the back of the pants? No could it be… there was a weird liquid coming out of his hole. It wasn’t just dripping out, no, it was straight-up gushing. Jun had to do SOMETHING! He tentatively touched his finger to his hole, and his finger was almost sucked it. He had to plug the leak up, somehow…

He got down into his splits, spreading his two massive slabs of assflesh and revealing his sweet pucker. He lowered his chest to the ground, and reached back, feeling his hefty bubble. His hand could barely even palm it! He took two fingers, and he lodged them in his hole. He saw flashes of white and moaned. Maybe THIS would make it stop? No, it just got worse… what about three fingers…?

*BAM*

The door was forced open, the lock broken!  Jun had forgotten about the incessant knocking. Jun looked over his shoulder, and saw his manager, the producer, and several tan, muscular stagehands looking absolutely white in shock. Their mouths were agape, but their crotches jumped just a tiny bit. They couldn’t believe the nation’s dream boyfriend was on the floor, in the splits, sticking three fingers up his huge, wet jiggling bubble butt.

“PLEASE I don’t know what’s happening!!!” Jun cried out.

“You need to get on stage ASAP!! The crowd is waiting for you!” The manager was panicking too. His eyes darted from Jun in this obscene, compromising position to the ruined pair of pants on the floor.

“I think I know what’s wrong. I read about it on the internet. I know how we can fix this.” The producer gripped his hardening erection, then unzipped his pants and directed the stagehands and manager to do the same.

Jun bit his lip. His hole pulsed around his fingers, he could feel the juice building up. He was so frozen in fear that he could only watch as the men reveled their rock-hard, twitching erections. The stagehands’ dicks were tan, just like the rest of their body. Not especially long, but pretty thick. The producer was just average all around. But the manager… it looked ridiculous on the tall, skinny stick-in-the-mud, but it must have been at least ten inches!

They helped Jun to his feet. As Jun stood, he pulled his fingers out of his hole, and several drops of ass-juice squirted out. He was a bit wobbly, so they helped him over to the couch. Jun laid back, grabbed both of his legs, and pulled them completed apart. His dripping hole was perpendicular to the couch, and he was at the perfect height.

The producer went first. He slid in like butter, there was no resistance at all. The stagehands blocked the door while the producer piledrived into Jun’s open, wet hole. The “nation’s boyfriend” felt AMAZING! It was tight yet slick and warm. Way better than his wife’s pussy. He wasn’t able to last very long, it was like Jun’s pussy was pulling him in, milking him for all he had. Jun didn’t even move, he just held onto his spread legs with all his might. His mind was completely blank.

The stagehands were next, and they were as rough with Jun as they are with all pussy. They really slammed into him, so much so that the couch banged against the wall. Every muscle in their body was pumped as they slammed into poor, small Jun with all their might. Jun’s sinewy muscles were holding on for dear life, his impressive abs looking like a cheese grater. The stagehands were dripping sweat almost as much as Jun’s hole was dripping juice.

The manager stood frozen, a bystander to the nasty scene playing out before him. Once the stagehands finished, they went up behind him and carried him over to the couch. He was harder than he’s ever been before, his impressive cock dripping pre-cum. For Jun’s well-lubed cunt, though, it was completely unnecessary. When that long, hard pole slid into Jun’s hole, much farther than the three previous cocks, Jun’s eyes started rolling back into his head. It was deep. Something in him, like his body was telling Jun that he NEEDED it deep. Need what?

“PLEASE CUM MR. MANAGER!!!” He screamed at the top as his lungs, and what kind of manager didn’t obey his artist? The manager began grunting as he unloaded his pent-up balls, which was quite rare for such an overworked, serious man. He felt juice splashing him as Jun squirted with his eyes fully rolled back, looking like was possessed. What a nasty look for the sweet, innocent boy idol!

As soon as they were done, the leaking had finally stopped, like the four loads of cum inside of Jun was acting like glue in his leaky hole. The producer checked his watch. Oh no! They were VERY late for the event. Jun’s legions of screaming teenage girl fans must be very upset! They quickly grabbed the first pair of pants that fit over Jun’s newly extra-large bubble, and sent him out on stage.

The crowd went wild as Jun danced around the stage, his usual smiling, charming self. The black pants did not match his white top in the slightest, and they looked ridiculously big around his legs, but they fit his behind. The crowd hardly noticed, though. They cheered in pure ecstasy, completely oblivious that their dream boyfriend was full of loads of man cum up his bouncy bubble ass.