Fat Cats: Chapter 8

The mountain of food on the dining table dwindled to crumbs in under an hour. Every man at the table now had a bloated belly that had expanded several inches resting in their laps. Most of them were sweating, most of them were hard. There was an unspoken anticipation of what would come next. It seemed like some knew and others didn’t.

Joe could feel the precum leaking against his thigh and all he could think about was getting his cock buried deep inside his husband the first chance he got. Justin, on the other hand, was more privy to the sexual vibration that had descended upon the group. He knew something was imminent as he exchanged knowing glances with Guy from across the table. Nevertheless, Justin was intimidated, albeit excited.

“Why don’t we briefly break to put on some more comfortable clothes,” Guy announced. “I don’t know about you guys but these pants are killing me and I’d like to get cozy. We’ll reconvene at the fireplace for desert and cocktails. Cheers!”

Everyone downed their drinks before slowly rising from their seats. The second Justin’s bubble butt was in the air, Joe had his hands down Justin’s sweaty crack, tapping at his husband’s hole. The couple lumbered to their room at the back of the building, Joe groping Justin’s firm rolls of chub the whole way. The second they closed the door their bodies were pressed against one another, distended bellies sloshing between them.

Their breathing was short and labored as their tongues intertwined. Joe pulled down Justin’s pants, spandex jeans with an elastic waist to accommodate his posterior, allowing Justin’s cock to spring to attention with a string of precum dangling from it. Joe’s thick scruff prickled with anticipation as wafts of Justin’s chubby groin greeted his nose.

Joe dropped to his knees causing a loud thump to reverberate through the room. He buried his face in the fold between Justin’s fat pad and thigh, his husband’s cock red hot and bobbing next to him. Joe breathed in and slowly traced the full expanse of the crease with his tongue, all the way up to Justin’s freshly minted overhang.

As Joe moaned in pleasure, Justin exerted a level of self control that surprised even himself. Justin knew that something more than just desert was waiting for them. He feared that if he and Joe blew their load too soon they might miss out on something extraordinary. So Justin lovingly pushed back Joe’s head.

“Come on, I don’t wanna miss out on the desert,” Justin purred.

Joe begrudgingly stood. They shed their sweaters and undershirts and cracked the bottle of champagne sitting on the nightstand. They downed a couple glasses while deciding on the appropriate attire, their naked bellies bloating even further from the bubbles.

“I don’t know, he said comfortable,” Justin emphasized.

Ultimately they decided to be risque and donned matching beige thermals that were too small to fully cover the expanse of their overhangs. For bottoms they wore flannel pajama pants that left little to the imagination. The alcohol helped spur their bold decision making.

“Woof,” Joe grinned and grabbed a handful of Justin’s overhang. “You’re a fucking tank,” he slapped his husbands belly hard and growled.

“If you don’t calm down they’re all gonna see the boner you got going on.”

“Something tells me no one would mind.”

And so the couple exited the room. The champagne hit them harder than expected as they stumbled through the palatial cabin. Their bodies felt loose and heavy, hard to control, and most of all horny. When they entered the main room their jaws dropped. This was more than either man had anticipated, leaving them both somewhat intimidated.

“Oh do join,” said a voice from the crowd.

“We’ve been dying for a taste,” someone else added.

Joe looked at Justin who cracked an eager grin. A wobbling mass of flesh stepped forward from the sea of bodies. It was Manuel, in the nude. His upper half formed a muffin top that seemed to defy gravity above the uncut cock that bobbed beneath it. He held eye contact with Justin as he sauntered closer until he was belly to belly with Joe. Never once did he look at Joe until Justin nodded approvingly.

Manuel locked lips with Joe and slipped his hands down Joe’s pants, gripping the man’s instantly erect cock. He then sensually pulled down the silly pajama pants and took Joe’s manhood in his mouth. Joe looked at Justin for approval before his eyes rolled back in his head and Justin joined Manuel on his knees. Together, the two men lapped up Joe’s cock and balls and overhang. It was clear that the immensity of Joe’s arousal was leaving him weak, so the two led him closer to the center of the action. They stumbled towards the fireplace, towards the warm embrace of the burgeoning orgy. The three men laid down on the fur rug.

When Joe finally regained his visual faculties he looked up to see Guy leaning against the stone hearth, his mammoth thighs spread wide revealing an impressive cock. Despite dense rolls of fat crowding his groin, Guy had a long and girthy rod that stood out above the chub. Indeed, it was bigger than Joe’s, and Joe was well endowed. It was probably the biggest cock in the room.

Like a moth to the flame, Joe wrapped his lips around Guy’s erection. It tasted salty and sweet as it filled his throat. Meanwhile, Justin reclined against the mountain of pillowy fat that was Guy’s belly. He sunk into the man’s flesh as though it were a bean bag. Manuel stroked Justin’s cock while feeding him a decadent chocolate cake that was so rich in flavor it eclipsed the fact that he was naked in the middle of an orgy with his colleagues.

Slurps and gulps and grunts and moans emanated from the sea of flesh around them. As Joe suckled on Guy’s prick, another man wedged his mouth under Joe’s pulsing hard on. Laying on his back, the guy had an impressive belly that pooled atop him like a massive water balloon. Even more impressive was his fat pad, which stood firm and pert, higher than the crest of his gut. His pubic hair was trimmed short revealing bright red stretch marks that glimmered in the light of the fireplace. Glancing over, Justin couldn’t resist.

With a bit of difficulty Justin abandoned the cake, assumed all fours, and dove face first into the man’s plush pubic fat. Justin’s massive ass faced skyward and caught the attention of several men who had been lusting over the young man’s growing posterior for months. Multiple hands began groping and squeezing the two heaps of blubber that wobbled in the air. Some spanked the ass fat while others shook it with a tight grip. Eventually someone’s face won the prized position and began eating Justin out.

Joe continued choking on Guy as though it were his final act on earth. His strong arms held Guy’s substantial overhang out of the way as his face worshiped the pinnacle of masculinity in the room. Guy’s balls tightened, disappearing into the fat of his groin, as orgasm edged closer. Refusing relief, Guy pushed Joe away and replaced him with one of the partners.

Joe looked to his right to see Justin’s face buried in a shockingly plush fat pad while getting railed by one of the other partners. Joe tried to see to whom the magnificent fat pad belonged but the man rolled out of view and into someone else’s embrace. Appearing out of nowhere with liqueur and a heap of chocolate cake was Manuel. He gave a sip to Joe before pouring the rest down Justin’s throat.

Joe pushed the partner topping his husband out of the way. He reclaimed Justin’s ass, the ass he’d been lusting for all evening, as Manuel plied Justin with more cake. Justin’s body was a thick slab of dough from head to toe. Roll after roll fighting for space on his frame, the visage of which stood in stark contrast to the body Justin inhabited merely a year ago. Imagining the contrast drove Joe wild as he slid his cock inside of his husband and rested his own bulky overhang atop Justin’s dimpled lower back. As soon as Joe entered Justin, he began to see white.

Without knowing who exactly was fondling and fucking his ass for the last half hour, Justin immediately recognized the girth and shape of his husband filling him up. He could sense that Joe was close and so was he. An unknown hand stroked Justin closer and closer to orgasm as he inhaled the delicious cake. His girth trembled in anticipation as his vision faded to white.

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The couple awoke in their bedroom completely nude and intertwined. Their heads were pounding. Their memories were fuzzy. Their clothes from dinner were strewn across the floor and their pajamas were neatly folded on the dresser next to an empty bottle of champagne.

“Breakfast is served!” a voice bellowed from the dining room.