New Fridge

It was the hottest time of the year and I was on the verge of losing it. My apartment didn’t have air conditioning and my fridge was kaput. Not to mention I had failed to fully shed my winter bulk and the new weight wasn’t making things any easier. I stacked on forty pounds between October and February last winter. I don’t know what came over me to be honest, but I became a bottomless pit and it hasn’t been easy to turn that off. I did gain a lot of muscle, but there was no denying the extra padding on my middle and rear that had me sweating bullets in this tiny one bedroom apartment.

I sat on the couch wearing running shorts with a five inch inseam. No underwear, no top. My legs were spread wide to air out my junk which nearly hung free from the shorts. My crotch was getting hairy and I wondered if a trim would cool things down. I pulled back my shorts to evaluate. Were those stretch marks on my inner thigh new? No way, couldn’t be. I ran my fingers through my pubes and said “fuck it.” I didn’t have the energy to break out the trimmers.

I sipped a room temperature beer and clicked through music videos on YouTube. Anything to distract me from the sauna which was my apartment. A knock on the door startled me. I peeked out the peephole and caught the silhouette of a potentially handsome dude. Oh, the fridge repair guy! I ran to my room and threw on a loose tank that draped atop my pecs and paunch. I opened the front door and was taken aback.

The mechanic was classically good looking. He had a strong jaw covered in scrappy scruff, sharp cheekbones and a large chiseled nose framed his cold blue eyes. If you gave him a shave and a shower the man could be a model. Then I looked down and realized that wasn’t quite true. He was pretty overweight. Strong shoulders and arms betrayed the fact this might not always have been the case, while a good sixty pounds of lard hanging off his middle demonstrated the man could eat and probably drink. I invited him inside.

His name was Duke. He had the low monotone voice of a straight guy, but the way his eyes lingered on my package and legs suggested otherwise. I led him to the kitchen, conscious of how fat my ass looked in these shorts. Without underwear my cheeks noticeably wobbled with every step. I hoped he was paying attention. I showed him the fridge and he grumbled something unintelligible which I took as my cue to leave him alone.

He got down on his knees with a strong grunt and got to work. I retreated to the living room where I continued to nurse my cold beer while keeping an eye on the kitchen. From my point of view I could make out his general form. He definitely was a strong dude, which was hot. Even his legs and ass looked muscled firm despite the excess chub. I found myself aroused by him.

I had never gone for a fat guy before and considered what the experience would be like. I imagined he would be heavy to move around in bed. I couldn’t throw him around like the twink I had over last week. He probably wouldn’t bottom either, which was fine. I wondered if he smelled and whether I would like it or not. Was that fatphobic of me to assume? I wasn’t sure. I mean, surely he was sweating more than most people in this heat.

Judging by his facial hair I presumed he had an unkempt bush. His belly was pretty big though, maybe it covered up his dick? No, he wasn’t that big. He probably had the problem I had recently developed where my thighs rubbed together when I walked and caused chafing. That was so uncomfortable. I wondered if other parts of him chafed. I assumed so. Strangely, none of this turned me off. In fact, it sounded intriguing and fun.

I was starting to get horny. My prick was waking up and rising beneath the thin polyester of my shorts. I had to contain myself but I couldn’t stop looking at this man’s massive arms. They were so big around. His feet looked big too and I imagined his cock had to be pretty remarkable. He was kind of tall. His dick had to follow suit.

He called me from the kitchen and I shot up. I took a few deep breaths so my dick deflated a bit, though it was still half chubbed when I casually walked over to the kitchen. He was still on his knees when I entered. Immediately he looked directly at my dick. His eyes lingered for longer than was normal. He looked up at me with a steely glint.

“She’s out of commission,” he nodded at the fridge. “You need a new one.”

He placed a hand on his knee and hoisted himself up. Back on his feet he looked down at my cock again and raised his eyebrows before getting back to business.

“The problem is that’s pretty big and a unique shape. Not every fridge is gonna fit in this space.”

“Is that… so?” I nearly chuckled at the level of innuendo.

“Yeah she’s a big one. But I’ll get you something that fits, it’ll be special order though. I’ll tell your landlord and she’ll get one ordered.”

“Awesome, thanks. It’s not the time of year to be without a fridge if you know what I mean.”

I raised my arm to scratch behind my head, showing off my bicep and sweaty pit. He took the bait and looked at every inch unabashedly. The fact that he didn’t even bat an eye almost made me nervous. This man was a rock.

“Hey um, do you want a beer or something?” I continued awkwardly. “They’re warm,” I laughed, “but hey still a beer.”

“I have another client to get to,” he said coldly.

“Of course. Well, thank you, I really appreciate it.”

He headed for the door while I admired him from behind. For some reason even the love handles pouring over his work belt turned me on. I was getting hard again and closed the door as soon as he exited to hide my arousal. I waited until his heavy footsteps hit the elevator and grabbed the coconut oil from bedside. Instantly my pants were off and I was working out a load.

~

Apparently finding a fridge for the space has been a monumental task. Meanwhile, it has only gotten hotter and I’ve gotten more irritated. Although, I have had some great sexual fantasies about the hot repair guy. I hoped he would be the one to install the new fridge but the truth was I would probably never see him again. Regardless, I needed a fridge.

I was eating out too much as a result of not having one, watching my bank account dwindle as the numbers on the scale climbed. It felt like a cruel irony that I was gaining weight during the summer, becoming more hot and uncomfortable than I already was. Sometimes I was reminded of the hot repair guy and the fact that he persevered through a labor intensive job at a much larger size than myself. In comparison, I suppose I wasn’t all that big? At least that was my rationale.

An old hookup I ran into at the bar called me “full figured” which challenged this supposition. I was used to getting compliments for being caked up, but it was getting hard to hide my belly in these warm weather clothes. I have to admit that something in the back of my mind was also tickled by the idea of being a hefty guy. Ever since my unexpected arousal by the repair guy, I was more open to the idea. I was even watching some “ex jock” porn that was pretty hot. Still, I’d rather hook up with someone big than haul around all that weight myself.

Finally, I got the call from my landlord that the fridge was arriving in a couple days. Praise Jesus. I cleaned the kitchen and emptied what remained in the old defunct fridge. When delivery day arrived I wore the same shorts I had last time. Surprisingly, the elastic felt a bit more snug than before. Did I always have this muffin top? I wasn’t sure. Up top I wore a tank top that was unquestionably tight and kind of made me look fat. I probably wouldn’t be wearing this to the club anymore. Still, it made me feel kind of horny so I figured why not put it on and see what happened. I hoped it would be the same guy as last time and doubly hoped he would be turned on by my appearance.

When the knock on the door came I checked the peep hole and my heart leapt. It was him! I took a deep breath and turned the knob. As soon as the door was fully open he looked straight at my belly. After staring for several seconds and then glancing down at my cock dangling heavy beneath my paunch, his head nodded back as if to say “hm” approvingly.

He handed me some paperwork and I noticed his face was glistening with sweat. I could only imagine the strength it took to get that massive fridge up here in this heat. Once the paperwork was completed he wheeled in the appliance on a dolly. His muscles glistened in the daylight, his biceps practically throbbing. His stained Dickie’s work shirt had large sweat stains under the arms, the back and across the top of his belly. He grunted as he wedged the fridge into the appropriate spot.

I loitered nearby watching. He turned to me and said he had to connect everything up and then I’m good to go. I took this as a cue to leave him be. I headed to the living room where I continued nursing my third beer of the day. Perhaps it was all this beer and not the takeout that was causing me to swell. It was probably both. But hell, how else was I supposed to get through this heat? I was starting to feel a buzz as I polished off the bottle and cracked another.

About fifteen minutes later the object of my desire lumbered out of the kitchen. Somehow he looked even sweatier. I wanted to lick the sweat off his balls. His belly had freed itself from the confines of his shirt and the bottom inch wobbled free in the daylight. I’d seen the same thing many times before, usually judging the person as slobbish. But something hit different with this guy. He wasn’t a slob so much as a workman. A guy’s guy. I don’t know, I couldn’t justify it.

“All good,” he smiled through heavy breathing as though he were proud of himself. “I think I’ll take you up on that beer if you’re still offering?”

“Definitely,” I said perhaps a bit too eagerly. “They’re actually cold this time too, I just picked them up.”

He walked over and cracked one open then poured a good third of it into his mouth in one go.

“Mind if I join you?” He motioned to the couch.

Of course I encouraged him to. He dropped his ass onto the couch with a force that caused the floors to squeak. I was nervous this hunk was about to snap my cheap Target couch in half. Miraculously, it held up. Sitting down he kept his legs spread wide so that one sweaty thigh was completely pressed against my own. I looked over and his belly sort of rested forward in his lap. His chest looked strong and pert up close. I imagined he stayed in shape through work, not the gym like myself. He had a grisled masculinity that could only be developed through manual labor.

“It’s a nice spot you got here,” he said. “You live alone?”

I said that I did.

“I figured as much. Mostly just beer and take out in your trash.”

If this man was any less macho I would’ve taken that as a read.

“Bachelor life, I suppose…”

“You got a girlfriend?” He asked.

“Uh no, I’m uh… single.”

“You gay? Or queer, I guess that’s what they say these days.”

I was taken aback but replied in the affirmative, unsure if I was about to get hate crimed or fucked. His interest piqued when he heard this and he shifted a bit on the couch to face me directly. His leg looked particularly meaty from this angle. I also got to see his face up close. He still had strong distinguished features, if not dulled a bit by the double chin and thick cheeks. His scruff was dense and still glistening with sweat.

“And… you?” I nervously asked.

“With the right guy,” he grinned.

I took that as my cue to scoot closer and toss my leg over his. In doing so, the tip of my cock flopped out of my shorts along with my balls. He stared hungrily.

“Those are some shorts,” he said and ran his hand up my thigh to my groin. “Thick boy,” he continued and gripped the beef around my ass and thigh while leaning in for a kiss.

We made out for a few minutes and by the time our lips parted my cock was fully hard and exposed. He wrapped his calloused hand around it and pulled my shorts back to size me up.

“Impressive,” he said and proceeded to unzip his pants.

I watched as he struggled a bit to get them down past his knees. He wore white briefs that were far from clean. Pubes curled out around the elastic and his package looked quite hefty sandwiched between his stout legs and thick underbelly. I placed a hand on his flaccid member. It felt thick as the rest of him. As I massaged, it swelled in size.

I pulled down his briefs when they could no longer contain his arousal. His erection slapped against his belly fat. My jaw dropped. He really had an immense cock and frankly I was unsure if I could take something of that size. I swallowed nervously and continued to make out with him, one hand stroking his monster appendage and the other exploring the warm firm rolls of his upper body.

The man was not soft despite all the extra padding. He made me feel like a marshmallow in comparison. Eventually my other hand drifted away from his cock so that I could fully explore his body. I was fascinated and aroused. The rolls at his side were dense and heavy. I slid my fingers into sweaty creases and across wide expanses of swollen flesh. I was enraptured by this man’s girth.

I threw off my shorts and mounted his lap. His cock tapped against my cheeks which I ran up and down the exterior of his shaft while my mouth explored his lush neck and strong shoulders. He enjoyed my ass as I did this, bouncing it up and down and making it jiggle. I licked at his nipples and sunk my face into his chest. This was perhaps the softest area of his body, yet still supported by strong pecs several inches below a gelatinous layer of chub. It was driving me wild.

I worked my way down as I normally would during foreplay, though found myself unsure how to handle the keg which was his belly. I was so used to tight abdominals that I was overwhelmed with the mass of manliness before me. As I followed his happy trail down with my tongue he planted a hand on the back of my head and pressed my face deep into the mound of belly fat. I was taken aback but also strangely turned on. This man was so immense it was intoxicating.

When I finally came up from air I was so turned on I felt ravenous. I dove face first onto the base of his cock, inhaling his musky sweaty groin and balls. There was so much going on down there. His fat pad was quite bulbous and his thighs were completely touching, everything wet with sweat in the summer heat. I was once again overwhelmed but this time I leaned into it. He muttered something as I went to town, I think it was “good boy” but I wasn’t sure.

When I reached for my own cock I realized I was already close to orgasming and needed to calm down. I decided to suck him off, at least as much as I could. I was able to fit both hands around his pipe while I pleasured the head. This seemed to hit the spot and he began to emit deep moans. His thighs quivered in pleasure, sending waves of motion through his plump body. I was captivated.

Unexpectedly, I felt his balls contract as he began to orgasm. This was coming faster than I expected but I didn’t let up. His cock pulsed beneath the grip of my hands as I felt the jizz rocket up into my mouth. It was a big orgasm for a short blow job. The way his body jiggled and bounced beneath the force of his ejaculation had me going crazy. As soon as swallowed the last drop I instinctively climbed atop him.

Without a second thought I thrust my boner into the sweet warm spot between his gut and thighs. I don’t know why that’s where my cock ended up but I continued to thrust my hips against his underbelly, causing the fat to clap. My own paunch rested softly atop the crest of his mountain of belly. He placed one hand on my belly and the other gripped my ass.

“Hell yeah, atta boy,” he encouraged me as I unleashed an immense orgasm.

Pleasure shot through every limb of my body as I moaned like a wild man. It felt like the torrent of sperm wouldn’t stop but eventually I collapsed on top of this man, my body limp and useless. We were both drenched in sweat and panting like we had ran a marathon, even though the truth was that neither of us could run very far if we tried. Eventually I slid off him and onto the couch.

“You’ve never been with a big boy, huh?” He said.

I nodded.

“It’s good isn’t it?”