Stoner Slob - Part 2

“Hey man, I see you’ve already started without me,” Greg said with a grin as soon as Ray opened the door. Standing there in the buff, it took a few seconds for Ray to realize what was going on. Greg usually came over after his last “appointment” to toke up, relax, and shoot the shit. Sometimes he even shot his load onto Ray’s ample chest when he was in the right mood. Ray hoped he was in the right mood.

“Yeah dude, come on in,” Ray replied after a moment, stepping back to provide enough space for Greg to squeeze past him. Even though there wasn’t anything even remotely sexual about it, the feeling of Greg’s beanpole body rubbing up against his hanging belly still sent a thrill straight to Ray’s leaking member.

Greg couldn’t see any of it, of course. He was used to Ray’s morbidly obese body and casual nudity, but he could never tell if the physical contact was flirtatious or not. As big as he was, physical contact with Ray was simply unavoidable in most situations, and his apartment always reeked of food and sex. Ray could have blown his load into his own gunt already and Greg would never have known.

But there was no bigger stoner in town (pun intended), and Greg felt an ease with the fat man that was hard to explain. He couldn’t remember when the two had started hanging out like this, but it inexplicably felt thrillingly new and comfortably old at the same time.

“This new shit you gave me is the best,” Ray said after lumbering back to the living room and collapsing onto his couch--a couch that had long since bowed into a slight U-shape under the big man’s bulk. “Never had these kind of munchies before.”

Greg chuckled. “I never get the munchies, but that sort of weed usually makes me super horny.”

“Well, maybe you should give it a try,” Ray said with a wink and handed him the bong. Only half the bowl was still unburnt, but Ray wasn’t the kind of guy to waste half a bowl of green just for a guest.

Greg appreciated Ray's thriftiness. Even though his apartment was full of empty food containers of all types and sizes, you’d be hard-pressed to find a single crumb in any of them.

The stoner lit the bowl with a practiced flick of his lighter, filling the chamber and then inhaling deeply. It held a certain spiciness, a note of pine, and a hint of cinnamon. A unique mix that the dealer appreciated as the familiar rush of THC carried him into the couch aside from the fat man. Ray placed a heavy but friendly arm around the stoner, squashing Greg into his soft side with a strong squeeze.

Greg didn’t drop the bong even with Ray’s unexpectedly flirtatious maneuver. Besides the omnipresent plume of weed smoke, the smell of sex had taken over as the secondary odor of the apartment. With it brought a flood of memories to Greg’s mind--memories of meeting a chunky stoner in college, of getting him to drop out to help with Greg’s operation, of spending many afternoons high as a kite, of that first sweet kiss, of ravishing each other’s bodies, of falling in love…

Of course, falling for a man as big as Ray had its consequences. Even though Greg’s appetite could hardly compare to his fat stoner boyfriend, all that fattening food readily available at almost all hours meant that even Greg’s metabolism just couldn’t keep up. Ray watched in approval as Greg started to fill out, his sunken cheeks filling in, his raggedly thin limbs swelling wider with soft flesh. His flat chest began to bunch up into a pair of perky mounds while his waistline broadened into a significant spare tire wrapping around his increasingly stout frame.

“Let’s get that clothes off you, little guy, and get you more comfortable,” Ray said with a low rumble. He reached over, helping Greg out of a shirt that barely fit anymore and would surely have ripped had it stayed on.

Ray leaned down and tweaked a chubby nipple that was twice as large as moments ago. “Pants too,” Ray whispered, gently patting Greg on his chubby back to get him to stand. With his back to the big man, Ray had a first-class look as Greg dropped his jeans revealing two cheeks that were barely contained in a set of boxers that were several sizes too small.

Greg wrapped thumbs underneath the tight waistband and managed to peel those boxers down thighs that were easily twice what they were. Still nothing compared to Ray, but large enough. What Ray really noticed was how hairy they were, that fur coat wrapping around each limb and leading to a veritable forest that covered Greg’s full buttocks and even went partway up his back. His crack was a dense thicket of hair, and even his shoulders had a decent spread upon closer inspection.

But it wasn’t the hair that got Ray’s attention when Greg turned around. With a few wobbling steps, a cock the size of a kid’s forearm hung almost a foot in front of the now-chubby weed dealer. Ray remembered Greg as being fairly hung on the few times he’d managed to convince the beanpole to accept a blowjob, but nowhere near the monster that he was now. It was enough for Ray to reach out, grab the bong, and smoke what was left of the bowl to calm his nerves at the sight of such a humongous dong.

And with the smoke came a rush of memories for Ray, too. Memories of meeting up in school as his supplier, of dropping out, of casual fucks turning into something deeper. And he remembered being astounded and impressed that first time the hairy little gremlin dropped his pants to reveal a dick that could wave its own flag.

That first time was a disaster, it hurt so much. But Ray kept at it, buying bigger and bigger dildos, working his way up to taking Greg’s colossal member. The first time he took it without even grimacing was a special moment in their relationship, cementing it--and them--together for all time.

Of course, it helped that Ray’s ass was big enough that he only really needed to take roughly half the shaft--the rest could be gently massaged by Ray’s billowing ass checks.

“Oh, you bring that fucker over here, mister,” Ray said huskily, licking his chops like he was about to receive his last meal. By then, Greg’s transformation had mostly ended, his flabby body drooping in a way that mirrored his long hair. Thick in his legs and waist, not as thick in his arms, and with a set of love handles that stored the majority of his bulk. All of it was easily dwarfed by the club swinging between his legs, so heavy that even at full mast it pointed more groundward than skyward.

Greg wobbled forward, hefting his dick and slapping it between Ray’s sizable breasts. Ray helpfully cupped his chest and mashed his moobs together, forming the perfect groove for Greg to pump his hips back and forth, dragging his cock over the fat man’s soft and supple skin, leaving a trail of slime it went. Greg had always pre-cum an impressive amount--almost as impressive as his actual loads.

Ray could never take much of this foreplay, and within a few moments he’d reached down to pop the enormous head into his mouth. Sucking like an oversized lollipop, Ray used his big hands to stroke the shaft, enjoying a rush of pre and a quiet moan for his efforts.

Of the two, Greg was somewhat more passive, often letting Ray take the lead in their lovemaking. Being well over 400 pounds, Ray didn’t exactly perform cartwheels in the bedroom, but he did take charge, directing Greg and his foot-long dong to where it would do the most good.

After several minutes, Ray decided that his combo boob and blowjob was getting Greg a bit too close to climax. He audibly popped Greg’s tool out of his mouth and then laid back on the couch, simultaneously heaving his gut up and exposing his own leaking member. It was nothing compared to Greg’s, but it was thick, uncut, and paired with a hanging sack that dwarfed even Greg’s massive balls.

Knowing exactly what this meant, Greg dropped to his knees before his gigantic boyfriend, his heavy cock hitting the floor with a clear “thump.” Even with his gut hauled up as far as Ray could manage, Greg still had to use both hands to push back Ray’s fat pad to expose his glistening shaft--well lubricated in its fleshy home. No matter how many showers he took, Ray’s groin never lost its musk. It was intoxicating.

Greg dove down on Ray’s hog with a loud slurp. Behind the wall of flesh that separated them, Greg heard his lover let out a bellowing moan before he lost his grip and that wall of flesh came crashing down all around him, smothering Greg and burying his face in a forest of hairy, musky flab. He choked and coughed around Ray’s cock, pushing his gut up just enough for the briefest inhalation, before he dove right back underneath for another slurp.

“Oh fuck,” Ray huffed, his toes curling as he pinched his right nipple hard enough to break capillaries. ‘’You need to fuck me. Now.”

Greg didn’t hear him at first, so focused on sucking down Ray’s load and with ears surrounded by Ray’s bulk that sound just couldn’t reach him. But Ray’s ability to simply pivot his hips to practically suck his own erection inside his flab was a far more direct method of getting Greg's attention.

Poking his head up from behind Ray’s belly made Greg look like a confused gopher. “Bedroom. Now,” Ray ordered, and Greg nodded enthusiastically.