guys were laughing at his skimpy under-pants back in high school. Brad told him that because of the size of his butt, they were just more comfortable because they had larger leg bands and stretched more. Grant never really understood that and always just thought that Brad enjoyed showing off his big booty but never said so to his friend.

The strangest part of Grant’s fascination with Brad's rear was the fact that Grant was straight. He had never looked at another guy’s ass like he looked at Brad's. He had never had any sexual encounter with another guy. He didn't even have sexual fantasies about guys. But there was something about Brad's ass that could just draw him in. Make him look. Make him want to see more. It was hypnotic. So he watched as Brad bent over. His small orange and white bikini was being swallowed by his monster cheeks, clearly visible through his shorts. His ass was moving from side to side as he dug around under the bed. Grant was mesmerized, but Brad's ass seemed to have the same effect on everyone. And this was not a fact wasted on Brad; he knew this and used it to his advantage whenever possible.

As Grant watched Brad's massive booty dance, he was drawn back to a time in High School during gym class. Everyone had to run laps. As always, Brad's shorts were way too tight. Grant was right behind Brad when all of a sudden there was a loud RIP! And Brad's extra plump milky white ass came bursting out at Grant. Grant gasped as he saw his buddy’s bare buns encased only by the thin white bands of his jock. Grant remembered how the coach still insisted that Brad had to finish his laps, even with the seat of his pants split. By the time Brad got through arguing with the coach, everyone else had finished their laps and Brad was forced to run his alone as the rest of the guys watched him do this, big plump buns on display, jiggling and bouncing. Some of the guys made mock cat calls, while others just discussed the size of Brad's massive posterior. But all Grant could do was stare at his buddy’s fat exposed buns as they bounced around the track.

"HELLO!" Grant was brought back to the present by the sound of his friend’s voice.

"What?" Grant asked Brad, who was now standing in front of him waving a hand in his face to get his attention.

"I asked you what time you were supposed to pick up Betty for your date. Are you okay?"

Now fully back in the present, Grant answered, "Yeah fine. I was just thinking about something. I'm supposed to pick her up at 7:00."

"Well, you better get moving. It's 7:03 now."

Grant looked at his watch. "Yikes. Gotta run. Have fun."

"Ha. Ha. I'm sure I will," said Brad to Grant's back as he ran out of the room.
Brad cleared a spot on the floor and sat down, diving into his work. First he picked up an old shoe box and removed the lid. Inside were various trinkets from his high school days, mostly photos and other small mementos. He found the tassel to his graduation cap. He picked it up and looked at it. Then he looked down and saw a picture of himself with his father. In the photo Mr. Tomkins was smiling from ear to