The Blueprint

Frankie belched and patted his exposed stomach. It was getting pretty big. In fact, he was getting big all over. Since starting college this past year he had put on a good deal of weight. Sure, he blew past the freshman fifteen in only a couple months, but he was also putting on muscle. At least, that’s how Frankie justified it in his head. Besides, football players were big guys and it’s not like he was the biggest on the team or anything… Only the second biggest.

Frankie had the house to himself while his parents were on a cruise over the summer. A year ago, he would have thrown a rager, but after a year of non-stop frat parties Frankie was a little burnt out. All he wanted was to hang around and watch TV, eat pizza, and drink beer. And that’s exactly what he’d been doing for the past month.

The chubby jock lay spread on the couch wearing only boxer briefs that were beginning to tear at the seams. The expanse of his thighs were too much for the threadbare fabric and he tried to ignore how snug the elastic waistband had become. Frankie enjoyed his manspread when no one was around. He had an undeniably large package and letting it hang out between his gargantuan legs felt masculine and erotic. He was a beast of a guy and he knew it.

He’d always wanted to be beefy and with every pound gained he felt more masculine and in charge. It didn’t matter whether it was muscle or fat, as long as he was getting larger Frankie felt in control. Ironically, his eating was getting a bit out of control and everyone from his teammates to his parents had been gossiping about it. Frankie didn’t see it though. It was almost as though he had the inverse of anorexia; he just never looked big enough.

Reaching to the far end of the couch with a grunt, the hunk of college aged chub grabbed a family sized bag of chips. The bag was mostly empty so he tipped the bottom in the air and poured the crumbs into his mouth. Still not satiated, he hoisted himself forward to open the box of pizza on the coffee table.

“Fuck,” he muttered upon realizing it was empty.

He pushed the box onto the floor where it fell atop an identical one. He then began searching for his phone which was buried somewhere under the mess of take out boxes, beer cans, and snack wrappers. After finally finding it wedged between the couch cushion and his own rather cushioned ass cheek, Frankie laid down with exhaustion and launched a food delivery app. He ordered two large pizzas, cinnamon sticks, and a liter of coke before dozing off with his phone resting atop the slope of his belly.

Frankie awoke to the air conditioning turning on. He sat up with a full erection, took a swig of Budweiser and crushed the can inside his fist before tossing it aside and cracking another. The jock had been lightly buzzed for several days straight now, and with the curtains drawn 24/7 he barely had any conception of day and night. All he did was nap, eat, watch TV, and play video games. Oh, and masturbate of course.

Casting his phone to the television, Frankie launched Pornhub. Lately he’d been into threesomes with two guys and a girl. He would never tell his friends this, but something about the surplus of masculine energy really turned him on. After finding a video that looked good, he grabbed the lubricant sitting on the coffee table and got to work.

Simply unsheathing his own cock from his straining underwear turned him on. His dick was really something to behold and no one knew it better than Frankie himself. The way it sat in the palm of his hand had him dripping with precum before even turning his attention to the action on screen. Soon enough though, he got to work massaging his cock with a slow pumping motion as the video got underway.

With his spare hand, Frankie fondled his balls and traced his happy trail up to the curving tire of belly fat at his midsection. With the past thirty pounds his body had grown incredibly sensitive. The fur at his navel prickled with excitement whenever his belly was grabbed by his own hand or someone else’s, even when it accidentally bumped into other objects or men on the field. Further up his impressive pectorals had slightly softened with pudge leaving his nipples fat and vulnerable to the touch. Diddling one with the pad of his calloused finger excited a small moan from his lips.

For a moment he thought he heard footsteps down the hall, but he pushed the paranoia out of his mind. His parents wouldn’t be back for another month. On screen, the bigger of the two guys was eating the girl out as the smaller one spread the bigger guy’s cheeks and began to rim his pert hole. This rarely happened in the porn he watched and something about the muscular guy’s hairy ass got him going.

Edging closer to orgasm, Frankie’s abs tensed causing the block of fat on his belly to bulge and wobble with the fervor of his excitement. Again, the sound of footsteps caught his ear but he didn’t pay much mind until a shadowy figure appeared in the hallway.

“What the fuck!” Frankie exclaimed.

“It’s okay Frankie, it’s me,” a familiar voice uttered and stepped into the living room. “It’s Richard, your parents wanted me to check on you.”

“Holy-” Frankie turned off the TV and covered himself with a pillow. “I’m uh, I’m sorry but I just need, can you go for a minute?”

“Frankie, there’s no need to be embarrassed.”

Richard stepped closer and Frankie was surprised to see how big the guy had gotten this past year. Richard’s stomach was so large that it was hanging out of his T-shirt and eclipsing the waistband of his mesh shorts. Richard had always been a hefty guy, but now he looked positively obese. Lumbering towards the nude and still aroused Frankie, Richard had a hazy and devilish look in his eyes.

“We all… you know,” Richard nodded at the screen. “You should turn it back on, I think we have similar taste.”

Frankie stared with astonishment as Richard pushed food debris off the couch and sat himself so close to Frankie that their thighs were touching. The older man grabbed a beer and cracked it open. He took a swig and then pointed back at the screen.

“Go on,” Richard encouraged and patted Frankie’s thigh, “boys will be boys, eh?”

Frankie turned the TV back on and the sound of fucking and sucking filled the room. The young jock didn’t know what to do as his cock was still throbbing beneath the throw pillow. Richard began touching himself through his basketball shorts until his prick rose to attention. Frankie tried not to look over, but couldn’t help but stare as Richard pulled down his pants with a sigh and gripped his cock.

“Mr. Rossi…” Frankie licked his lips upon sight of Richard’s swollen uncut member.

“Call me Richard, Frankie. And relax, don’t pretend like you and your boys don’t do this on campus… After all, you know me better than you know them.”

Frankie was speechless. He and his buds did not jerk off together; this was an entirely foreign experience. However, he did know Richard better than most of his friends and he would be lying if he said he never admired Richard’s physicality. He would also be lying if he said this scenario was not weirdly hot.

Richard was a family friend and neighbor who was close with Frankie’s dad. The men had played football together in their youth, and indoctrinated Frankie into the sport from a young age. Richard had only daughters and he took a keen interest in Frankie. Likewise, Frankie was always enamored of Richard’s impressive physique.

Unlike his dad, who was shorter and a bit more lean, Richard was massive. Over six feet with bulging muscles and a solid gut that seemed to have metastasized in recent months, Richard was the blueprint for the type of man that Frankie wanted to become. And now here he sat, right next to Frankie: his rounded belly pushing forward with authority, his barrel-like thigh fat pressed against Frankie’s own, stroking his engorged cock as the two men on screen made out while penetrating the girl from both sides. As the shock slowly dissipated, Frankie removed the pillow and revealed himself.

“Atta boy,” Richard bellowed and slapped a heavy hand down on Frankie’s thigh.

This time, he kept his hand there as Frankie nervously gripped his own erection. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to relax while watching the action on screen. Still, he couldn’t focus. He was turned on and stroking himself, but Richard’s monster cock inches away from his own was too much of a distraction.

Frankie couldn’t keep his eyes off his former coach. The man made Frankie feel small, which was no easy feat at Frankie’s size. Richard’s stomach was marvelously expansive, likely upwards of fifty pounds of fat on its own, and spilling in every direction. Hardened pecs drooped with fat down the sides of his gut and armpits. Frankie could whiff the older man’s musk from here, emanating from the deep folds of chub that composed his body.

Finally, Richard looked over and acknowledged Frankie’s desire with a wry grin. Frankie’s heart skipped a beat as he stared intently at his mentor waiting for the next move. Richard released his cock and wrapped his hand around Frankie’s wrist, bringing it closer to his erection until Frankie’s finger’s were wrapped around.

Frankie had never touched another man’s dick before, let alone an uncircumcised one. His stomach was aflutter and his mouth went dry as he stroked the red hot rod within his grip. It felt surprisingly natural as Richard sighed and leaned back with his hands behind his head. Frankie turned closer to fully admire the slab of beef spread out before him.

The pad of fat that had only recently begun to develop above his own groin was positively bulbous on Richard. Sandwiched between his belly and cock and thighs, Frankie admired how the bulk colonized every corner of Richard’s body. Lower, Frankie noticed stretch marks on Richard’s thighs, a badge of big guy honor that Frankie had only won on his shoulders and ass. He couldn’t wait to grow so large that they studded his whole form.

Almost instinctively and without second thought, Frankie leaned closer so he could smell the man’s cock. The intoxicating scent drew him even closer until his lips were wrapped around the head of the older man’s appendage, and before he knew it the entire shaft was filling up his throat. His nose was buried in Richard’s furry blubber as he gulped down cock like a professional. Richard moaned in appreciation just as a very loud knock landed on the front door.

Frankie shot up alert and frazzled. Another unannounced visitor? Richard looked at Frankie inquisitively. They each threw on some clothes and Richard waddled to the front door. Peering out the peephole, he chuckled and opened the door. It was the pizzas Frankie had ordered.

The rather plump delivery boy was completely flustered by the scene before him. Richard stood with absolute authority at the door, his dick still half chubbed beneath basketball shorts and a solid five inches of belly hanging out of his shirt. Behind him sat Frankie on the couch, shirtless and bloated, sex hair sticking in all directions, and surrounded by beer cans and food containers. The poor worker was speechless as Richard grabbed the boxes from him and closed the door.

“What a nice surprise!” Richard chuckled. “Let’s dig in while it’s still hot.”

Speechless, Frankie followed orders and grabbed a slice as the porn ended and they chose another one. Frankie went for another threesome, but Richard intervened. The older man found a video of two male college athletes and hit play. Frankie wanted to balk but was too aroused to do so.

They dug in with gusto while the sleaze unfolded on screen. Frankie thought his appetite was impressive but Richard was putting him to shame. He was devouring an entire slice every few minutes at a pace that seemed superhuman. Frankie wanted to keep up but it simply wasn’t possible. Richard had polished off an entire pizza before the ten minute video concluded, and by the next one, another gay jock porn, he was digging into the cinnamon sticks.

In record time, the majority of the spread was consumed and neither man was completely full. However, both were completely erect. A few more beer cans had been emptied inside of their hungry mouths and now Frankie was feeling more rambunctious. He stood up with a grunt, his erection pressed into the soft overhang at his waist. Frankie held eye contact as he stepped closer to the older man until Richard’s leg was between Frankie’s own and Frankie’s balls were softly grazing the fuzzy crest of Richard’s colossal gut.

Richard watched Frankie with a strong glare, daring the fattened freshman to go further. Frankie accepted the challenge and thwacked his cock atop across Richard’s belly. Richard didn’t react. He slowly scanned Frankie’s body from dripping cock to swollen midsection and back to Frankie’s eyes, again silently provoking the young jock to go even further. Frankie pondered what to do next, and then turned around. Slowly, he bent over until his hands were on the coffee table and his ass was spread in the air.

Richard licked his lips and sat forward until his stomach was nearly covering his cock. With one hand he gave the expanse of cake before him a hard slap causing Frankie to jump with surprise. Richard did the same to the other cheek, and then massaged each with his rough paws. He compressed and wobbled the stretch mark-laden fat hanging like overripe melons before him. Frankie was turning red with anticipation. His hole open and begging for more.

The older jock took his time massaging and admiring the rump roast within his grip, spreading Frankie’s hole wide before shooting a wad of spit inside. Frankie startled again before arching his back further in a desperate bid for Richard to hurry up. Instead, the fatter man thumbed his play thing’s hole and added another wad of spit. Finally, he dove in face first and sumptuously devoured Frankie’s freshman arse. Frankie whimpered with delight.

Richard lost himself for several minutes in the lush expanse of the swollen ex-jock’s gelatinous cheeks. When he finally pulled his head back both his face and Frankie’s crack were sopping wet. Gripping an ass cheek in each hand, Richard pulled himself up from the couch. Frankie had to flex hard to steady the larger man, and he could feel the meat of his ass bruise from the ferocity of Richard’s grip. Once Richard was on his feet he lifted his stomach and plopped it on Frankie’s lower back so that his hard-on was wedged between Frankie’s cheeks.

He spent some time slowly rubbing his cock against his trainee’s hole and massaging the broad and fattened back supporting his gut. Growing impatient Frankie backed his ass up for more. Richard chuckled and leaned forward to pat Frankie’s gut that hung pressed against the coffee table.

“Patience piggy,” he uttered.

Frankie breathed heavily with exasperation and tossed his ass back with more velocity. Richard reciprocated by spreading Frankie’s cheeks further and inching the tip of his cock inside the hungry freshman. Frankie immediately groaned and broke a sweat. He had never had anything inside of his butt before yet the pressure felt completely welcome. He wanted more. He wanted to be filled up. He wanted that full feeling he got in his stomach after a long meal, but he wanted it in his ass.

His breathing and moaning escalated the further Richard inserted his dick. Once the older man’s full uncut manhood was resting inside Frankie’s ass, the swollen bottom was jiggling with satisfaction while working his hole back and forth around the pleasure rod.

“Atta boy,” Richard purred and patted the fatty rump bobbing under him.

Richard didn’t have to do much work as Frankie threw his ass back with increasing speed while shivering with pleasure. Frankie’s vision blurred as his body exploded with sensitivity. He felt like he was on fire, the thick freshly grown insulation jiggling around him was slick with perspiration. He felt like a butterball that was about to explode with every thrust. He could hear Richard saying something but couldn’t decipher the words amidst his ecstasy.

Finally, Frankie heard the word “EAT” just as his head was pushed down into the box of remaining cinnamon sticks and icing before him. He collapsed into the food as one of the hands holding him upright desperately grasped at his own cock. The younger jock sloppily gobbled whatever entered his mouth while stroking himself closer to orgasm. Richard threw his weight forward and pounded at his prey’s prostate.

“Good piggy,” Richard muttered through heavy breathing.

He slapped at his bottom’s hot gooey flesh, gripping it tight as his balls clinched with the intensity of an imminent orgasm. Frankie grunted and began unintentionally snorting like a pig while filling up at both ends.

“That’s my boy… Fuck!” Richard exclaimed as his cock tightened, “that’s my boy.”

Richard’s orgasm dispensed an immense load inside of his protege’s eager rump and continued sputtering a flow of jism so large that Richard nearly fell to his knees. Frankie’s body convulsed with pleasure. As Richard’s senses returned to him and his vision sharpened, he realized the hungry boy had already came. White jizz was splattered all over the cinnamon sticks Frankie continued to inhale. The ex-jock was now slumped fully onto the table and his sexual fervor hadn’t dissipated.

Wowed by the display, Richard threw his cock back inside the frenzied fattened freshman and pounded away until Frankie began emitting an inhuman moan and orgasmed for a second time. Finally, Richard collapsed back onto the couch. Frankie lay splayed atop the coffee table, covered in come and food and sweat, appendages twitching and eyes hazy with afterglow. Both men breathed heavily from the ferocity of their fucking. This was the most cardio either had done in ages.