Addicted: Chapter 1

I cruised down the hallway looking in private rooms and then headed for the showers. Turning the corner, I nearly ran into a man who was just my type. Short, husky, masculine. We continued on our separate ways and when I got to the showers I was kicking myself for not making a move. I rinsed off the sweat and cum of the last guy and shooed away some amorous twinks. Toweling off, I had a new objective: find the beefy man I ran into earlier.

I stalked through the main room, peering into circle jerks and orgies, checked the glory hole and swings, the bathrooms, the showers. No luck. I made a quick lap through the locker room to see if maybe the guy was leaving and I could at least get his number. Nothing. As I returned to the main room I finally saw him in a dark corner stroking himself as he watched another couple go at it. Casually, I sat down on the opposite side of the couple and facing the man.

His silhouette was imposing in the dark. Short, but wide and muscled with a brutish aura. The curves of his shoulders were impressively beefy and broad, while his chest cast a deep shadow that suggested girth. I could tell he had a belly but it was unclear from this distance how thick it was. His cock looked average sized and likely uncut given the ease with which he stroked himself.

I was staring hard, not even realizing it, and that caught his attention. He looked up from the couple and examined me. His gaze felt predatory, cold. A puff of insecurity crept into my chest but I tried to keep it cool. I typically performed pretty well in these environments. I was tall, muscled, dark hair, and average good looks. I was still a bit chunky from a winter bulk but that never got in the way when it came to picking up guys. Finally, after several moments, he nodded his head in a gesture for me to come sit next to him.

My cock got harder in anticipation as I approached him. Up close, my suspicions were correct. Mid-size uncut cock, extremely beefy bod, with a nice heap of belly fat in the center. I would say maybe fifteen or twenty pounds of extra chub sat on his midsection. That was just enough to excite my feeder impulse and imagine him easily packing on another fifteen, twenty, thirty, pounds. I was getting excited. Up close, he also had a nice spread of chest hair that led down his bulging belly and connected to a fairly robust bush. He looked good with a bush, even for a guy of medium length, and I instantly knew I wanted my face in it. It heightened his masculine energy.

We made eye contact and I reached over and placed a hand on his thigh. It was incredibly meaty. He had pronounced quads and a nice pad of fat on the inner thigh. This man was just my type. My hand glided toward the heat of his groin which I bypassed for a casual belly rub. I didn’t want to be too obvious about it and was always cautious to not make guys insecure about their weight off the bat. From the belly, I gripped his manhood, allowing him to lean back as I got to work.

He had a cockiness about him that was intoxicating. I stroked him for a bit before leaning over and taking him in my mouth. I was skilled at blow jobs especially if there was foreskin. I could sense his body respond positively to my work and after a minute or two I knew I had him. After one last inhalation of his musky bush, I came up for air. I wanted to go in for a kiss but I sensed he wouldn’t like that. Instead, I continued to stroke him while I played with his nipples. His chest was incredibly meaty, like something out of a superhero comic. I wanted to motorboat his tits but I held back again. This man was intense and I was cautious not to lose the catch I had landed.

“Let’s go to a room.” His voice was deep and alluring.

We stood up and I followed him to one of the private rooms that was left open. A bottle of lube and a cock ring were on the shelf but it was otherwise clean. I could’ve sworn I saw someone else in there earlier.

“This yours?” I asked.

He didn’t respond and simply hoisted me onto the bed. I was impressed because I wasn’t exactly a small guy. He closed the door and then swung my legs back. I wasn’t a frequent bottom but for this man I knew I had no other choice. Besides, some lizard part of my brain knew that if I ever wanted to see him again then I would have to let him fuck me. Thankfully, I figured I could take his cock without too much trouble.

He lubed me up and got straight to work. He was a considerate top and not too rough, but there was still a cold distance nonetheless. It didn’t matter to me. I just remained focused on his body. His arms flexed and glistened with sweat as he thrust himself into me and as he picked up pace his tits began to bounce. Of course, I was most enamored by that belly of his. It clung to his abdomen like dense insulation. The dark happy trail highlighted the convex bulge of its mass. It wobbled only on his most fervent thrusts. I placed both hands on the firm chub as he pounded into me, occasionally stroking myself until I got close to orgasm.

As his pace quickened and his orgasm loomed on the horizon, I clued into his face for the first time. He was actually quite dashing. It was hard to tell but his eyes seemed to be light in color. They were piercingly focused on his own pleasure, cold and distant and self-involved. A strong aquiline nose and square jaw gave his face a nice architecture that was accentuated by the dim red light in the room. His lower jaw jutted forward as he fucked and occasionally he bit his lips. His eyes clenched shut when he thrust his come inside me with a low grunt.

I expertly timed my own orgasm almost immediately after his. He continued to fuck me as I erupted and as soon as I was done he pulled out rather abruptly. A loud knock on the door startled me, but not my mystery man. He turned and opened the door. A rather unattractive and mismatched couple contorted their faces in anger.

“We paid for this room,” one of them said bitchily.

My man scoffed and exited, leaving me splayed on the bed before the upset tenants. I gathered myself awkwardly, still unrecovered from getting my back blown out by the man of my dreams, and stumbled out of the room. I looked around for him, but he had disappeared into the night. So it goes in the bath house. I stopped at the water fountain and then headed to my locker.

Lo and behold, there he was shimmying into a pair of denim. He looked up and gave a small grin and nod.

“Thanks,” he said.

“Thank you,” I replied. “That was really hot.”

He grinned as he buttoned his jeans. They were definitely too snug and caused him to muffin top. His belly and love handles bulged over the denim and I found myself getting horny again. I really wanted his number but I had the feeling he liked keeping things anonymous. He fished a forest green tee from his bag and stretched it over his impressive physique. His belly pooched out prominently from under the fabric.

It took some gumption, but I reached out and grabbed the roll of fat in the palm of my hand and gave it a squeeze. Unsurprisingly, he was taken aback by this gesture.

“You should grow it bigger,” I said.

He cocked his head. “Like, gain more fat?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded his head as he tried to process what I said. “That turn you on?”

“Oh yeah,” I chuckled.