Nineteen year old Brad Tomkins just stood there, staring with disgust at his side of the dorm room. It was a mess! He had only started his freshman year of college a few months ago and already his possessions seemed to be taking over his side of the room. He turned to look at his best friend and roommate Grant's side of the room. It was neat as a pin. Grant and Brad had been friends since childhood and, if truth be told, the room represented them perfectly. Grant was good looking with white blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and a lean defined build, while Brad had the darker good looks, with sandy brown hair, dark eyes and a thick beefy muscular build. Both were in great shape and very athletic. Brad excelled more at wrestling, which had earned him a partial scholarship to college, while Grant was a star track athlete The difference was that athletics came naturally for Brad while Grant had to work harder to get the same results. Therefore Brad tended to be a little lazy and coast by on his looks and athletic ability, while Grant learned that responsibility and hard work are what earn you rewards.

Grant, who was pulling a t-shirt on, said, "I can't believe you’re gonna stay in on a Saturday night and clean your side of the room."

"Don't remind me," said Brad. "But, it needs done. I can't find anything. I guess I'll just dive in. Maybe I'll start by pulling all the shit out from under the bed."

"Good luck," laughed Grant as he tucked his tight white t-shirt into the top of his jeans.

The weather was unseasonably warm for late fall, so Brad was dressed in just a small, thin pair of white soccer shorts. His massive frame appeared to be pouring out of the small garment. The small shorts seemed to dig into his massive thighs. As always, the shorts clung to Brad's meaty backside like a second skin. But that was something Brad was used to. His whole life he had trouble finding pants that would fit over his super-sized butt. Everything hugged and cradled it and these shorts were no exception. They were actually so thin and tight that not only was Brad's underwear line visible, but you could actually make out the color, pattern and cut of the brief. It was almost as if he were wearing invisible pants. Grant noticed this fact as Brad bent over to pull stuff out from under his bed. As Grant zipped up his hooded sweatshirt, he watched his best friend bend over, ass high in the air. Brad's small shorts strained across his too full ass, giving Grant a perfect view of those juicy ass melons. It was obvious to Grant that Brad was wearing a very scant pair of orange and white striped bikini briefs. But these bikini briefs were so small. Grant couldn't help but wonder if it was that the briefs were small or Brad's ass was just that large. Grant remembered, even as a scrawny kid, Brad still had that perfectly round bubble butt.

Although he couldn't explain it, Grant had always be enthralled by Brad's over plump ass. The way it stuck out so far from the rest of his. It's perfectly round shape. The way everything he wore cradled and hugged it. Then there was that skimpy underwear Brad always wore. Grant had actually asked him about it one time in the locker room when some of the other