A First Encounter

Russel had never encountered a man like this before. He had entertained plenty of fantasies, jerked off to big hunky men on his phone, but had never been with one in the flesh. And boy was there a lot of flesh. He was absolutely transfixed. Just the sound of breath moving through a wide, soft chest, or the juicy bulge of thick arms straining the sleeves of a shirt, or the soft expansion of heavy belly fat with every exhale… it all lit Russel ablaze.

He hadn’t expected Vito to be so quietly gentle. He was broad-shouldered and round-bellied, the kind of man who took up space simply by existing. He wore his body with the kind of ease of a man who had always been oversized. A little sweat had begun to gather at the hollow beneath Vito’s throat, under the collar of his tight black tee. Russel had noticed it right away. His eyes took in the sweat and the stretch of the fabric and how the hem of the shirt was riding up the curve of Vito’s belly, exposing just the faintest line of pale, plush skin between waistband and cotton hem.

They didn’t talk much. Not really. Just a few words exchanged at the bar, a slow glance across the hotel lobby as they moved toward the elevators. Vito hadn’t even looked back to make sure Russel was following. Now, in the quiet of the dim hotel room with only the low buzz of the air conditioner and the distant hush of traffic below, Russel was on his knees, fingers resting on the round slope of Vito’s belly that spread forth into his lap. Russel took his time savoring every moment like a fine wine. He pressed his cheek rest against the soft curve of overhang like it was something sacred.

Vito watched him from above, breathing heavily. His belly was full and warm, a generous mound that pushed out in all directions. Russel let his hands roam, exploring the pliant give of plush chub under his palms and the deep softness near the navel where the fold of meat met Vito’s thighs. He rubbed the skin above, more taut with bloat, stretched over the center mass of Vito’s midsection. Russel’s fingertips followed the curve down to the sides, where love handles formed thick rolls that jutted out prominently over his jeans.

Russel planted open kisses along the underside of the momentous mound of belly, lapping up where it hung slightly with a warm unwashed musk. The scent of Vito, sweat and salt and all around manliness, was overwhelming. Russel pressed his nose into it and inhaled like he was starving. Vito exhaled in response, deep and low, and brought one hand up to rest on the back of Russel’s head. He gently pressed Russel’s eager face into the abundant mass of flesh.

The jeans came off next. Russel unbuttoned them, slid the zipper down, and watched the belly jiggle to and fro as Vito shifted his weight to help. The fabric tugged over wide hips and thick thighs, catching on flesh before sliding free. Vito wasn’t wearing underwear. The heavy, half-hard weight of his manhood flopped forward as the jeans dropped to the floor. It settled against the soft roundness of his belly, which now sagged more freely, spreading out comfortably.

Russel was salivating. He crawled forward again, wrapped both hands around the sides of that thick, yielding gut and squeezed. He kissed the moist fuzzy crease between belly and cock. Then traced a line with his tongue, letting the soft weight drag against his face. Vito let out a soft, almost inaudible grunt in pleasure.

“Can I get you on the bed?” Russel asked demurely, face flushed, hair tousled.

Vito nodded, slow and silent.

Russel stood and helped him onto the mattress, watching the way his belly shifted and spread as he leaned back. Vito’s thighs parted naturally while the softness above his knees creased as he moved. He lay back, belly rising into the air like a hill, the rest of him soft, wide, and pooling outward. He looked like something out of a dream, utterly excessive, unapologetic, and decadent. Russel felt something primal stir in him. His erection was so stiff it ached.

Russel climbed onto the bed and crawled between those juicy thighs. He bent low again and wrapped his arms around the man’s belly like it was an altar. He kissed everywhere and nuzzled into the folds. Softly, Russell bit into the flesh where it dimpled near the waist. He loved the way it pushed back, the way it filled his arms and mouth. He moved his lips even lower.

Russel’s mouth hovered just above Vito’s cock, thick and already swollen with interest, resting heavily where belly met thigh. The shaft was partially obscured by the overhang, the fat of Vito’s gut folding gently over the base. Russel pressed one palm flat against the underside of the belly and lifted it, just enough to see more. It took effort. It was dense and warm, with a heaviness Russel couldn’t imagine carrying around every day. It was the kind of weight that resisted, that fought to spill back down and reclaim its space.

He took the thick uncut cock into his mouth slowly. His free hand stayed atop Vito’s belly, feeling the weight of it rise and fall with each breath, every slight movement echoed by the shift of flesh beneath his palm. The other hand cupped Vito’s inner thigh, still warm from being trapped in jeans too tight for his frame. Vito didn’t speak. He just breathed heavily and with pleasure. Deep, controlled breaths that occasionally broke into a grunt. He let out a sharp inhale when Russel dragged his tongue along the tip and cupped his balls in his hand.

Russel pulled back after a while and knelt upright, panting softly. His own cock strained against his pants, leaking. His eyes were wide, glassy. He was lost in pleasure. Russel climbed further onto the bed and began undressing without ceremony, never taking his eyes off Vito. He then crawled over the expanse of Vito’s body again. His mouth trailed from belly to chest, kissing each dark nipple and causing them to stiffen beneath his tongue. Vito’s chest was soft but broad. The flesh was pillowy and responsive with a base of muscle buried inches deep below the fat. Russel sucked one nipple into his mouth and felt a slight twitch in Vito’s thigh and the subtle shift of his hips.

Russel whispered, barely audible, “You feel incredible.”

Vito just looked at him. Eyes half-lidded in pleasure and nodded weakly.

Russel readied himself for a sexual position he’d long dreamt about. Reaching down, he slightly lifted Vito’s overhang and positioned his own erection accordingly. His cock slipped between the deep warm fold of Vito’s belly and groin. It was hot and slick with pre-cum allowing him to pleasurably slide his rod along the sweat-slick crease. Russel humped the man’s belly with slow grinding thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming and Russel almost forgot to breath he was so excited.

He pulled back once he was nearing orgasm, then nodded towards Vito’s rear. Vito nodded affirmatively. Russel reached for a small bottle on the bedside table, then spread the lube across his fingers before easing them inside Vito. Vito opened for him slowly. The man’s body was so wide and solid despite the softness. Russel took his time to ease Vito into it, and when he finally slung the man’s heavy legs they both were panting in anticipation.

Russel pressed in, with one hand braced on Vito’s belly and the other gripping his thigh fat. He moaned immediately, a low involuntary sound that seemed to fill the room. Russel began to thrust, slowly at first. He moved just enough to feel the friction and the weight of Vito’s body rocking gently with each motion. His hands roamed as he moved, caressing Vito’s belly and chest. He squeezed and stroked the buoyant chub with admiration and wonder.

Russel leaned forward so that the curve of Vito’s belly pressed up into his chest. Sweat beaded across both of their bodies making their skin slick. The heat between them was becoming dizzying. Vito was like a furnace and Russel marveled at the hot exuberance of all that blubber. Every sensation was amplified by the sheer volume of Vito’s body, by how much there was to hold, to kiss, to thrust against.

Russel buried his face against the side of Vito’s neck and moaned into his skin, his hips moving faster now. His thighs trembled as he pushed deeper and rocked them both into the mattress. The soft creak of the bed and the wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. Vito’s breath caught and he looked close to orgasm.

Russel reached between their bodies to stroke Vito’s manhood. It was thick and leaking come that spread against the slope of his belly. Russel stroked in time with his thrusts, palm slick with sweat and lube and pre-cum. He could feel it building in both of them. He sat upright again with an ecstatic crazed look in his face. He wanted to see everything. He wanted to watch the waves of fat respond to the force of his cock. Russel fucked him harder now, admiring the soft ripples that traveled across Vito’s gut, chest, and sides.

“You’re…” he gasped, eyes wild, “so fucking beautiful.”

Vito’s eyes were half-shut, his lips parted as chest meaty chest practically slapped him in his own face. Sweat gathered in the creases of his neck and chest, glistening along the curved ridges of his belly. His thick arms lay loose at his sides, palms up, fingers curling and uncurling with each thrust. Vito looked as though he was completely surrendered and in a state of erotic bliss. It was far removed from the look that came over him at the buffet an hour ago.

Russel leaned forward again, letting his body drag across the swell of Vito’s gut. He licked the salt-slick skin of Vito’s double chin, even nibbling on the puffy roll of fat around his neck. Russel kept his rhythm as each thrust was met with a subtle plop against gooey flesh. There was so much to feel and to hold. The way the soft meat of Vito’s sides shifted under his palms, dense and pliant. The way every motion seemed to set off tiny waves across the surface of his body, subtle quivers that made Russel’s cock throb harder inside of Vito’s ass.

Russel was transfixed. His hands moved up Vito’s torso with fingertips grazing the underside of his tits, giving them a strong squeeze and wobble. Vito groaned low in his throat and brought one thick arm up and draped it lazily across Russel’s back, holding him closer. It was just enough to say “keep going.”

Their bodies moved together in synchronicity. The slap of skin against skin was rougher now, slowed by the swell of Vito’s belly between them, but the heat had built into something almost unbearable. Every thrust sank into something deeper. Every stroke of his hand against Vito’s cock drew them both closer to orgasm.

Vito gasped. It was sharp and sudden. His cock jerked in Russel’s fist once, twice, and then he was spilling over his belly in thick, pulsing ropes of come. Russel kept thrusting, eyes wide, watching Vito’s body quake underneath his force. Vito groaned again, softer this time, almost embarrassed, and Russel leaned up on one elbow and kissed his cheek, then his mouth, slow and open and hungry.

The smell of sex was thick in the air. The salt and sweat and musk clung to their skin, the sheets, and the dank air between them. Vito’s come spread across the top of his belly, pooling in the dips and folds. Russel swiped a fingertip through it and licked it clean, moaning softly at the taste.

“I’m close,” he whispered, barely managing the words.

He shifted his weight, planted both knees wider, and began to thrust again, this time more shallow and urgent than before. His hands gripped the soft handles on Vito’s hips. His cock throbbed inside the man, each motion sending jolts up his own spine. He stared down at the mess across Vito’s gut, the way it glistened against the flushed wobbling pink skin. Russel couldn’t hold back anymore.

He came with an animalistic yelp, thrusting deep, muscles strained, and teeth clenched. His whole body spasmed as the orgasm took over him. He was frozen like a board for several second as he pumped his load deep inside the overstuffed mattress of a man beneath him. Finally, Russel collapsed forward on the plush cushioning of Vito’s belly, his cock still twitching deep inside.

They stayed like that for a long time. Russel’s body draped over Vito’s with both of them sweatin and breathing heavily. The air conditioner clicked off and their bodily noises seemed even more present. Russel nuzzled his cheek into Vito’s chest. His hand moved lazily across the slope of Vito’s stomach, admiring the way it rose and fell. He didn’t want to move or clean up. He didn’t want to return to reality. He wanted to remain like this forever.