Hi, I’m Charles Edward Schmidt. Most people call me Chuck, except my mother who called me Chucky, which I despised. It always made me feel like a little kid.

I want to tell you my story.

My father passed away about 2 years ago. As his only child, I inherited everything in his estate when he died. With this generational inheritance, I now know I will never have to work a day in my life if I don’t want to. I now have more money than I could ever spend.

My father was a textile magnate. He was very wealthy and a very powerful man when he was alive. We lived in a mansion in Malibu, California. Our house was scandalous even by Malibu standards. Two swimming pools, one indoor, one outdoor, a tennis court and a spectacularly manicured expansive front lawn. He had separate servant’s quarters on the premises for our personal chef and house staff, also an indoor gym and a sauna. You name it, my dad had it.

I was totally spoiled in a financial sense, even as a young child, but neglected and starved for attention or love from my parents in every other sense. I shouldn’t say that, my dad wasn’t so bad really, we got along pretty good. It’s just that he was a workaholic and was always busy.

My trophy wife of a mom, she just totally ignored me and most days we didn’t even exchange a courtesy good morning greeting. She was usually drunk by noon and if we spoke it was mostly her bitching at me. Always telling me to grow a pair and be man. So crude, I hated her. I tried my best to avoid her and I always wondered if my birth was an unexpected mistake. My father divorced my mother when I was 14 years old. All they did was argue. If he was home and she wasn’t passed out, which was rare, they would argue about anything and everything.

When they parted company, my mother received a one time very generous stipend in the divorce. Dad was awarded uncontested sole custody of me, as my mother was a chronic alcoholic and his high priced lawyers ate her up in court. The courts deemed her unfit to raise me. She didn’t even apply for visitation rights to see me, so c’est la vie to her.

I had a very regimented life. Even though he was rarely home until late in the evening most nights, my dad saw to that. He had some pretty strict rules and I obeyed them even if I didn’t like them. Studying was one of them and I was exclusively home schooled. I can honestly say, I had never set foot in a public or private school in my life, until I went off to college. I had a fantastic home tutor and received a 5 star education through him.

My father also wanted me have some physical activities in my curriculum, as he would always say, “healthy body, healthy mind”. He hired both a gymnastics coach, which was mostly tumbling exercises and a tennis pro to train me at our house. Mondays thru Fridays every week they worked with me, which I stuck with from age 14 til I went off to college. I never lifted weights or really developed any upper body muscles. From the waist down, that was the exception. My legs, buttocks and calves were thick and strong from the gymnastics and tennis.

I lacked for nothing as a child growing up. My dad basically spoiled me rotten financially, as he was always too busy with work to spend time with me. I think this was his way of being affectionate because he might have felt guilty that he had little spare time to spend with me. I truly believe he loved me, but he just wasn’t the type to show his emotions or affection, a staunch and strict German father. Seems he was always at the plant or in his office when he was at home. When at home, he was always on the phone talking business. Like I said before, he was a workaholic.

We saw each other maybe 2 hours a night at best when he came home from work. He would come find me in my room and always ask how my day was. He would chat with me for about 15 minutes, then we might share a quick dinner together. He gave me my own American Express Gold card when I turned 14 and he never even raised an eyebrow when he got the bills, which were sometimes staggering with my impetuous charges. If I saw something I liked, I just whipped out my card and bought it. Pinball machines, video entertainment systems, stereo components, expensive clothing, my first car, whatever I wanted, I just charged it on my card. He never even once said anything to me about my outrageous spending.

My father insisted I go to an Ivy League college of his choice, it was never discussed, but he was probably thinking I would take over the business one day. With his influence and donations, I was enrolled and left home to get my education at age 18.

I told you already that I was home schooled, so I had no classmates and very few friends. I was sort of friends with one other kid on our street from another well to do family, as he would come over mostly to play with all my cool toys, but they moved away. I never had a girlfriend or even went on a date. The only social interaction I had with women was through social media networks online. Nothing ever came of them, even though I spoke to a few women online, I never actually met anyone. I was basically a loner but had amassed enough crap at my house to keep me entertained. When I wasn’t playing video games in my room, I had my studies, gymnastic classes and tennis lessons. I stayed busy.

I was short like my father, 5′ 6″s tall, about 145 lbs., had long shaggy blonde hair and not bragging, I think I was better than average in facial looks. My mother was a trophy wife and as much as I hated her, I was grateful I inherited her facial looks. I was pretty slim from the waist up, but my legs were toned and firm, as was the rest of my body from the waist down. My chest is still totally smooth to this day, and my legs have just a whisper of blonde hair on them.

When I said I inherited my mother’s looks, between her genes and the gymnastics classes, my butt was both plump and firm just like hers. I hated it and tried to hide it. I wore baggy pants a lot. Whenever I bought a new pair of jeans, the salesperson always struggled to find a pair that fit correctly over my big butt. They fit my skinny waist just fine, but I struggled to get them over my hips and ass. After they were washed and dried, they were even tighter than before.

So this is where my story begins. I left my father and the safe confines of my home and went off to college. I was a bit of a social misfit, never really having the chance to interact with peers of my age. I was excited to go off to college and expand my horizons. It was mandatory to stay on campus the first year and I was assigned a dormitory with a roommate. I was a little apprehensive about sharing a room with a stranger and hoped he was a nice guy, maybe with similar interests.

When I located my room, it was a little smaller than I imagined. Two beds, one on each side of the room, two small desks with chairs, two closets, one on each side of the room and a tiny bathroom with just a commode and a sink. It was obvious to me that my roommate had already checked in and unpacked, claiming a bed and a desk on the left side. I saw his books, lots of fashion merchandising, fashion business, color theory, whatever that was. On his desk was his computer and some personal items. His bed was already made, neat and orderly. I was impressed with that. Maybe this might not be so bad. His personal belongings were odd to me, they seemed a tad feminine.

His bed spread was a soft pink and yellow pastel print, also kind of girly looking. He had some art work on the walls on his side of the room that seemed unusual at best. One was of a rugged looking cowboy licking an ice cream cone. How bizarre I thought. One was of just two male hands with rainbow colored bracelets formed together to make a finger heart. On his desk, here was a small framed picture of a face shot of two guys, closely pressed cheek to cheek, smiling brightly into the camera.

Both guys also seemed a bit effeminate. I assumed one of them was my future roommate and the other a friend of his. Leaning over to get a closer look at it, the dorm room door swung open and a guy entered just smiling and staring at me. It was one of the guys in the photo.

“Well hello there.” he said excitedly, “I’m Benjamin, are you my new roommate?”

“I think I’m guilty as charged. I’m Chuck.” I replied caught off guard, but trying to sound cool as I extended my hand to shake his.

Moving quickly forward and closing in on me before I had a chance to react, he hugged me. And not a regular casual hello hug, but he hugged me deep and hard. Way too long and way too tight. I just stood there awkwardly, with my arms at my sides, and politely accepted his way too personal embrace, a bit uncomfortable that it lasted so long.

“But you can call me Benji. Everybody does.” he continued smiling so profusely. He was so animated as he continued talking. “I just know we’re gonna be the best of friends.” he declared excitedly.

I sized him up better after that overly affectionate embrace. He was kind of short like me, still actually maybe 2″s taller, but definitely slimmer, especially if you compared my legs and butt to his. Other than that, Benji seemed like a pretty normal looking guy, not a very masculine guy by any means, but still definitely a guy.

I swear it looked like he might be wearing make up on his eyes, but I couldn’t tell for sure. He was almost pretty in a way, clean shaven and with an earring in his right ear. He was wearing some black skinny jeans and a short sleeved t-shirt with multi colored stripes, the same as the gay pride rainbow flag. And that’s when it finally dawned on me that he was probably gay.

I wasn’t alarmed when that finally registered. I’m not homophobic by any means. I would never judge a person’s character on his sexual persuasion. But even though I said that to myself, I wondered if this would be a problem as we would be sharing a room together in close proximity for the near future.

As I unpacked, he settled in on his bed and we chatted, mostly about growing up and what we were going to major in at school. He was going into the fashion design while I was taking business classes.

Then he abruptly changed the subject and surprised me when he said, “You look like you go to the gym and do a lot of squats.” which totally embarrassed me. I immediately knew what he was referring to. I think I just blushed a bit and told him I had taken gymnastic lessons for years. That seemed to egg him on to what he thought was a compliment when he boldly said, “I wish my thighs and butt were built like yours.” Not knowing how to respond, I just ignored that comment and we went back to talking about school, our parents and growing up.

Benji offered to take me out to dinner, just a burger and fries, as he said he had been on campus for two days already and the cafeteria food sucked. I accepted and we walked a few blocks to a small restaurant across the street from the campus. All through dinner, he never stopped talking. He was so touchy when he talked, stroking my arm or patting my hand way too often.

After dinner we went back to our dorm room and he just kept talking aimlessly about anything and everything until I was so sleepy I told him I needed to shower and crash. He politely dimmed the lights and started to work on his computer. With only his desk light on, I grabbed my toiletries and a towel and went to our floor’s communal showers down the hall.

I had dreaded using the communal showers. It was late enough that I hoped they would be empty. Nobody but my parents or my doctor had ever seen me naked in my life and I was a little distressed about the idea of being seen naked by a stranger. I was hopefully gonna make it quick and get back to the room sight unseen.

No such luck. As I entered the showers, there were 2 guys in there already. They looked like jocks. You know, tall and muscular. One was at a row of sinks shaving with a towel wrapped around his waist, while the other was in a shower stall, completely naked and on display bathing. I groaned to myself as I saw there were no shower curtains to give me any privacy.

The one shaving sized me up as I walked in and nodded to me. I nervously nodded back and undressed quickly getting into a stall. As I showered I noticed he had an unobstructed view of me naked through his mirror, and was watching me intently, which made me a little uncomfortable. I turned my back towards him and tried to power through it.

The guy that was showering finished and went to the sink next to the guy shaving. They whispered to each other as I noticed they both kept glancing at me in their mirrors. The one shaving said something to the other guy and he replied loudly, “Damn, you’re right, that thing looks better than my girlfriends.”

Laughing occasionally, as they were sharing some kind of private joke, I finished my shower. Drying off, I bent over to dry my legs when the one shaving said, “Hey, are you sure you’re in the right bathroom?” as his friend laughed aloud.

I just ignored him as he asked again, “You know this is the men’s showers, huh?” he almost hollered as his friend now laughed hysterically. What an asshole I thought, so rude.

Again, I just ignored them, not appreciating that comment and tried to hurry up. I finished drying off as fast as I could and wrapping my towel around my waist, I decided to skip shaving and grabbed my toiletries to leave.

The guy that had been talking to me, just stepped in front of me blocking my exit. “Hey, I’m talking to you, don’t be rude. What’s your name?” he almost demanded.

I tried to deescalate the moment and answered, “My name is Charles Edward Schmidt, but most people just call me Chuck.” I said as coldly as I dared.

“Chuck huh? No, I think your name should be Chuck Chunky Butt from here on. With that ass, your new name is gonna be Chuck Chunky Butt.” he repeated again goading me.

I meekly replied, “Fine, you can call me whatever you want, but would you please move out of my way so I can leave.” I asked almost submissively.

At that moment his friend yanked off my towel leaving me completely naked. Startled and blushing, I spun around quickly to grab my towel back. Now standing behind me, the shaver snapped my ass with his wet towel so hard that it felt like a wasp stung me. I yelped loudly as they both just laughed uncontrollably. I was sure it was gonna leave a welt.

I felt tears come to my eyes, not from the towel swat, but from the humiliation I was having to endure. Grabbing my towel back from him and wrapping it around my waist, I ran to the door.

“Be seeing you around Chuck Chunky Butt.” he hollered at me.

As I finally got back to my room, still visibly shaken, Benji just stared at my disheveled tear stained face and said, “What’s wrong Chuck, are you crying?”

Still sniffling, I was so embarrassed as I explained to Benji what had just happened. I told him in great detail how I had just been bullied by these two muscle head jocks. He was so sympathetic as he consoled me, actually holding me in his arms so softly that it felt comforting.

“Let me see Chuck. Show me where he snapped your butt with the towel. Does it hurt bad? Is it bleeding?” he asked genuinely concerned.

“No, no it’s okay. Please, I’m okay.” I sobbed, not wanting to show him.

“Come on, just show me, it’s okay.” he continued.

Without my consent, he just kind of spun me around and removed my towel. Without resisting him at all, I let him look at my naked rear end.

“Oh my God, he got you good. You have a huge red welt on your left cheek. That bastard, he actually broke the skin.” he exclaimed. “I have some ointment, let me put it on for you, it will help it heal.”

I should have declined his offer, but I just stood their motionless as he went to our small bathroom and returned with a bottle of lotion. When he gently rubbed it on my cheek, it stung at first, but then it started to feel really pleasant, almost stimulating. He didn’t just dab some on me, he worked it in both professionally and tenderly. Other than my doctor, nobody had ever touched my butt before, especially the way he was doing it. He was rubbing way more than necessary. While it seemed competent as a treatment, it’s not what I would have called 100% clinical. As he continued, his application of the cream it was kind of turning into more of a massage than a medical procedure.

He applied more lotion, not only to my cheek with the whelp, but the other cheek too. Of course I knew that was unnecessary, but again, for some reason I didn’t stop him. It felt so soothing and erotic. I was actually becoming aroused from his gentle manipulations. I should have stopped him right there, but I allowed him to continue as it felt so good. Barely just another 30 seconds later of his softly massaging my butt cheeks, my little penis had risen to it’s full blown maximum 4″ erection. Why I didn’t stop him, I have no idea, but my rear end seemed to crave his attention.

Things were getting out of hand as I was trying to deal with my reaction to his touching my butt. I was embarrassed to have an erection and I didn’t want him to see it. I finally came to my senses and said, “Thanks Benji, I think I’m okay now and pulled away from him trying to go to the bathroom and get my pajamas on.

But he grabbed me and said, “Give me a hug and go to sleep, things will be better tomorrow.”

Before I could escape, he spun me around and hugged me, my little rock hard penis poked him in the leg and he definitely noticed. He looked down at it and said, “Oh my Chuck, you seem a little excited.” he giggled.

So flustered I quickly pulled away and darted into the bathroom closing the door. I jumped in my pajamas and trying to conceal my erection went back into the room, jumped into my bed and covered myself up quickly. He just stared at me blankly from his desk so I turned away from him so I was facing the wall.

“Chuck do you wanna talk about what just happened between us?” he asked softly.

I just couldn’t look at him right now, I was so embarrassed. “No, I’m okay. I’m exhausted, I just need some sleep.” I mumbled.

I lay there in bed, wide awake as he finally turned off his desk lamp and got into his own bed. Over thinking the incident of me getting aroused, I just tossed and turned. I was ashamed of what he awoke in me. I don’t know why that happened, maybe I was just stressed out and had a weak moment. Thinking now about the incident in the bathroom, made me even sadder and I started to sob softly again.

I could sense Benji getting out of his bed and crossing the room. He must have stood over me for a full minute until I felt the pressure of him sitting next to me on my mattress.

He put his warm hand on my forehead and slowly stroked my hair. It was comforting to be touched by him as I rolled over and looked into his eyes.

“I don’t like it here, I want to go home.” I sobbed.

“Don’t worry Chuck and please don’t cry. I’ll help you get through everything. Everything is gonna be alright. I’m gonna take care of you.” he replied comforting me.

While the room was almost pitch black, I could faintly make out his eyes as he leaned over and kissed me full on the lips ever so gently. I resisted a bit, just for a few seconds and then opened my mouth and accepted his affection. I had never kissed anyone before except my mother, and this was nothing like that. I just melted as he showered me with soft kisses of affection, and everything suddenly seemed better.

As his kisses and comforting words made me feel better, I reciprocated to his advances even more. I was appreciative of his efforts to console me. As we kissed passionately, he pressed into me and I could feel his erection poking me.

I don’t know why, but I reached down to touch it and it was so hot. I held it softly in my hands and stroked the length, which was shockingly long and thick. His body may have been effeminate, but his cock was all man. It must have been 8″s long and really thick. I continued to stroke his cock as we kissed until he stood up and then knelt over me, bringing it dangerously close to my lips. I just stared at it in the darkness for a few moments and then without any hesitation, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and let him enter.