Plenty of Pork: Chapter 5

Our lips separated and we leaned back in our seats, eyes locked and glittering with excitement. I was already rock hard, my erection was trapped between my denim and my thigh and throbbing for relief. I didn’t even know if I could drive in my current state of arousal. I looked down at Abe’s crotch to evaluate if the feeling was mutual, only to realize that his belly obviously eclipsed the view. I could remember when he first started coming into the restaurant and his package was one of his most significant bulges. Now I couldn’t even glimpse it. Meanwhile I could feel the precum soaking my briefs and sticking to my thigh. 

“I’m not far from here,” Abe grinned. “Just exit onto sixth street over here and then swing a right.” 

I took his directions in silence. Neither of us spoke and I didn’t even think to turn on the radio. For whatever reason it never felt awkward though, probably because we were both stirring with anticipation. A couple minutes into the drive Abe reached over and placed his hand on my thigh. His hand moved closer to my groin and then wrapped around my hard on. 

“Oh,” he said, with a tone of surprise. 

I felt momentarily embarrassed until he gave me a squeeze. My heart sputtered and I had no choice but to take a deep breath to calm down. A few minutes later and we arrived at his place. It was a modest apartment building from the ‘80s in a fairly developed part of town. For some reason I was surprised. I supposed I imagined him living on the outskirts in an empty house once home to a doting family. I parked and we emerged from the car, Abe with more difficulty than myself. Once he was on his feet I could tell he was flushed from the exertion. He smiled at me again, breathing heavily. 

“This way,” he slowly led me into the complex. 

To my surprise we had a flight of stairs in our path. Abe gripped the handrail firmly as he plodded up one stair at a time. You could tell this was getting difficult for him not so much in terms of stamina, but in terms of physicality. His belly was hanging low and pressed against his thighs each time they rose to the next step. I casually kept his pace even though I could’ve gone faster. 

“Two things about getting fat they don’t warn you about,” Abe said at the top of the stairs. “You can’t see shit past your gut, including stairs, and your center of balance totally shifts.” 

“Oh,” I was taken aback. “Well… it suits you, what can I say?” 

Abe grinned, grabbed my waist, and pulled me in for a kiss. I sunk into the expanse of his body. Like a moth to the flame my hands slid under his shirt, his skin warm to the touch, and cupped the rolls of fat pouring off his sides. Our tongues intertwined and I began to get worked up, perhaps overly so. Abe stepped back and chuckled. 

“I’ve had my eye on you from day one,” he said, looking at me with pride. “Let’s get inside.” 

His apartment was rather small, especially for a man of his proportions. An open floorplan connected the kitchen with the living room. The kitchen was tidy except for a toaster oven that looked overused and an empty six pack sitting by the garbage. Across the way was a loveseat and an arm chair, the latter of which was clearly Abe’s perch. The fabric was faded in the seat and mashed completely flat. A massive television dwarfed everything else in the room and a bag of gas station donuts sat on the coffee table. 

“Do you want a beer or anything?” 

“Um,” I hesitated and looked at the kitchen and then back at Abe. “You wanna go to the bedroom, huh?” 

I nodded like a child. 

The bedroom was surprisingly spacious, with a tidy bed made up in navy linen and the a/c blasting. A fan overhead spun the cold air around and I got a chill.

“I sleep hot,” Abe admitted as he turned off the air conditioning. 

He then looked at me with a tender expression and thumbed the scruff on my chin. I thought he was going to kiss me but instead he dropped his jacket on the floor. He looked comically fat wearing only the thin grey thermal. I suppose I hadn’t seen his physique without outerwear in many months, and his love handles were a sight to behold. You wouldn’t have expected it, but they were wider than his broad shoulders. 

Next his shirt came off. I couldn’t help but stare. I had only fantasized about seeing him naked a million times. He had the upper body of a linebacker who had become obese in old age. Only Abe was not old. It was as though the core frame of his body was in a battle with the sea of blubber beholden to gravity. Pert, but sagging. Firm, but jiggly. His stomach was obviously the most far gone, hanging generously past the waistband of his pants. His arms and chest and back still conveyed a modicum of strength, no matter the degree to which they were buried under luscious rolls. He smiled at me and raised his eyebrows, as if to say: “your turn.” 

I threw my shirt off in one motion as Abe undid his pants and shimmied them down past the heft of his lower body. It looked like a bit of work, and caused him to jiggle ferociously. Once he kicked them off I could see his erection straining against blue boxer briefs, the inner thighs of which had holes rubbed in them. I took my pants and underwear off, my hard on thwacking skyward enthusiastically. 

Abe’s eyes widened, almost with curiosity, at the sight of my erection. Even his mouth was slightly agape. I do have a nice cock, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not that impressive. And in that moment I realized this may be his first sexual encounter with another guy. I stroked myself a bit, proudly showing off, and Abe frantically pulled off his underwear. 

He was also fully hard, but his overhang pressed down on his shaft causing it to point directly forward in my direction. He was, as I anticipated, well endowed. Certainly, he was bigger than me but with the fat gobbling up at least two or three inches of length it wasn’t exactly obvious. I stepped closer and wrapped my hand around his cock, causing him to softly gasp, as we melted into another kiss. 

His body was so buttery and supple I became afraid I would orgasm too quickly. I definitely couldn’t touch my own pulsing hard-on. Instead, I let my hands caress the slopes of his body, squeezing dimpled rolls and meaty folds. Almost anywhere on his body I could grab an entire handful of flesh. Some areas were firm and beefy, while others gelatinous and gooey. I felt like an explorer charting new terrain. His overhang was obviously softest, but so were the bulges on his upper back flanking his chest which surprised me. The love handles were dense, along with the rolls stacked atop them. His chest was dense too. 

We stumbled onto the bed and I ran my hand through his body hair. With my mouth I followed the trail of hair from his neck, down to this nipple, the great bulbous planes of his midsection, then finally down to his groin. He gasped when I took him in my mouth. He had quite a bit of shaft so I used one hand to help stroke the base where my throat couldn’t reach. My other hand rested on his thigh, which I discovered was nearly as soft as his overhang. At least the inner part closest to his balls was that plush. 

I pulled back when I could sense he was close to orgasm. I was not ready for this to be over, yet I also wasn’t sure where to go next. Abe seemed completely helpless, as though he had succumbed to the power of my mouth and was now, dare I say it, a beached whale. Increasingly, I also had the sense he hadn’t much, if any, experience with men and that I would be leading the show. Would he want to top me? I couldn’t be sure. 

I saddled up next to his belly to kiss him and was caught by surprise. Abe rolled onto his side with decisive action. He then grabbed my cock and struggled onto his knees. I spread my legs as he wrapped his tongue around my shaft. The eagerness with which he wanted my cock in his mouth combined with how mediocre his skills were, made me confident he had never been with a man before. Nevertheless, I was close to orgasm and had to pull my cock away from him. 

With a pulsing energy that indicated he was on the brink, Abe dove for my mouth and plopped all of his weight on half of my body. I was startled, struggling to breath, and wildly aroused as he yanked at his own cock with a ferocity that had the whole mass of his marbled beef bouncing and jiggling atop me. Laying mostly on his side, his stomach spilled forward atop of mine in a manner that left my cock pressed into his underbelly. I thrust wildly, fucking the deep fold of his fat while he began to groan louder and louder. When he began to shoot I reached down and it only took one swift pump of my hand to release the flood of come I had been harboring for this man for so long. 

We both moaned and yelped and grunted and growled. Our bodies, already sweating profusely, shot rods of sperm in all directions effectively soaking his bed. Even on empty we both kept stroking, too caught up in the moment, too hungry for more.