It’s somewhere in between for me — I try to play along to some extent, cause I’d be a prude if I didn’t whatsoever, you know? But there was a period where they just wouldn’t stop talking about it — I made it clear I wanted them to stop, but shortly thereafter an incident happened that was too funny for them not to talk about, and my spiel was mostly forgotten about
(basically my pants got spilled on while hanging out with them, my friend put em in the dryer, and they shrunk to the point that they were too small to pull up over my ass. Which I didn’t realize until I was putting them on in front of everyone )
Not to bring up a dead thread, but I’m in a bit of a dispute with my friend:
Would you say that, based on the pics of me above, my physique could be described as “extremely unusual”? That’s the phrase in question.
Like, if you saw a man with a comparable, er, backside walking by, would you be all that surprised by it? It’s hard for me to look at myself objectively so I genuinely can’t tell.
I mentioned teasing and stuff, but I know a lot of that was just funny exaggeration (and my brain making too big of a deal out of it). It’s not like I usually catch people staring at it, after all.
Just looking for honest, no-sugarcoating opinions here. Be an asshole if you want lol
Dude you’ve got a big ass. What more do you need to know??
If you’re looking for validation to make yourself feel better start a fansonly page for your ass
It’s bigger than I’ve even seen on a male your size. I’m very straight and even I’d have a hard time not trying to slap it as you walked by. I’d try and sneak a pic to share on snap chat as well. At dinner that night I would bring it up, so long as it wasn’t a formal dinner. If it was formal I’d wait for the dessert round to bring it up.
When I began to put on some muscle I found that I sank in the pool.
That might be a rough test for the density of your glutes (surely not conclusive though).
Dude yes!!! One of my favorite things to do is to just lay in the ocean floating on my back. I’ve stayed out for over an hour just laying there. It’s so peaceful and calming. Now that I workout and am not 101% goo I sink like a fucking rock. I’m still plenty fluffy but it’s not enough I guess. It’s the one thing I miss and one of the strangest downsides to lifting I’ve ever experienced.
Envious, because I know that between me and that man he’s the one turning heads of the ladies. Surprised no, I had a coworker with a similar caboose so it is normalised for me.