Fresh Meat

I had been eyeing this guy all day. He was just my type. We were sitting in the library maybe a few yards apart. It was midterms so the library was packed and everyone was pulling long hours. It was also my first semester as a freshman and I had yet to bag my first college guy. I was unbelievably thirsty for some dick.

This guy, he was wearing a white tee and joggers despite the cold weather. He was Middle Eastern and pretty built. Clearly someone who had prided themselves on their athleticism back in highschool. Only these days, he was looking pretty stout.

His T-shirt was stretched to maximum capacity due to the swollen stomach pulling at the fabric in the front and his large biceps and shoulders up top. The cotton material was stretched so thin that I could see through it, glimpsing the block of belly fat sitting in his lap covered in dark hair. The shirt curved gently where the indentation of his belly button opened up a centimeter of space. Higher up his arms spread out so wide and soft in a way that is unique to athletes who have gone to pot.

From the back the shirt was riding up a bit around the love handles; two slabs of meat that stuck to his side with a firm defiance. They looked thick and swollen from greasy food and late nights out partying. The elastic band of his joggers sat snugly beneath the heft of his tank, clearly cutting into his beef and accentuating his muffin top.

The dark green fabric of his pants were quite snug around his lower half. His legs were rotund and spread wide, accommodating their own girth and likely that of a healthy bulge. One could tell his thighs were strong and dense with muscle just as much as they were caked in excess chub. Naturally, his ass followed suit. It was far too large to justifiably belong to a presumably straight guy.

He sat with his back arched, belly forward and butt out, not in an effort to show off, but simply because it was the only way to accommodate all the pure unadulterated beef he was hauling around. On the desk in front of him sat the remains of a sub sandwich and a protein shake. Occasionally he would try to sip the empty protein shake out of hungry desperation.

I could barely get anything done because I was absolutely drooling over this prime specimen of post-jock chunkiness. My eyes were transfixed in an up and down scanning motion, taking in as much of his beauty as I possibly could. Unexpectedly, he looked over and we locked eyes. Adrenaline shot through my veins and I immediately looked back down at my book. I waited several moments before cautiously peaking up once again. He was no longer looking at me and I breathed a sigh of relief. I had to be more careful with my ogling.

Naturally, a few minutes later my eyes were back on the prize as fantasies of pressing my face into his warm underbelly danced through my mind. And then it happened again. We locked eyes. Only this time he gave a wry grin before looking away.

I was almost instantly hard. Could it be possible he was into me? He didn’t look very gay, but-- he looked over again! With the same smile. Nervously I looked away and was kicking myself. I had to be more forward to get what I want. If it happened again I promised myself I would smile.

Lo and behold, I pulled it off as we locked eyes and both grinned at each other. What happened next threw my anxiety into overload. The man of my dreams sitting across the library slowly got to his feet. He leaned his weight on the desk to stand up, causing it to creak, and a bit of his lower belly to become exposed. I couldn’t look away.

He tugged down his shirt and turned my direction. My heart was beating out of my chest. As he made his way over I noticed that his belly hung below the line of his waistband and the overhang was ever so slightly lopsided. Slightly lower, his dick was wagging back and forth so noticeably that I wondered if he was even wearing underwear. As he approached, I noticed he was wearing camo Crocs, which I found oddly attractive.

He got closer and closer to my desk and then… passed me right up. I was stunned- was that it? He had been staring at me and licking his lips the whole walk over. I turned around. His ass cheeks were bobbing up and down beneath the fabric draped over them. That’s when it happened. He looked back over his shoulder and motioned with his head and shoulder to follow him.

I was almost shaking as I stood up and followed this random guy down one aisle and into a far area of the library that was filled with prior students’ dissertations. He continued walking, his rump mesmerizing me with its heavy motions. Not once did he look back, seemingly confident I would follow. There was not a soul around by the time he stopped and turned around. We were in an odd corner of the library that was secluded yet nonetheless public.

I stopped several feet away from him and we looked at each other. I was unsure what to do. Had I made a mistake? Finally he spoke.

“You want a piece of this?” His voice was deep and masculine.

I nodded.

“Get closer then.”

I stepped forward, still too afraid to make the first move.

“Closer little faggot.”

I did as I was told until his beer belly was pressed against mine.

“You like that, huh? You like all this beef.”

I nodded hornily and licked my lips. Gingerly, his callused finger tilted my chin upward and we kissed. He tasted salty and sweet, surely the aftereffect of his burger and protein shake. His breath was heavy and warm against my face. I felt small next to him, despite the fact I had worked so hard to pack on my own freshman fifteen in only a month and a half.

We kissed again, only harder, and then his tongue slid inside my mouth as we began to make out. His lips were framed with a thick scruff that scratched at my face. His hands were strong and gripped my waist pulling it close to his. His head bobbed as he made out with me, almost as though he were lapping me up.

I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh. It felt large and eager. Casually he undid the button to my pants and slipped a hand down my ass. He fondled my ass cheek a bit, seemingly surprised by how much there was to explore.

“Got a thick twink on my hands,” he purred. “Lucky me.”

His index finger slipped inside my hole and I let out a soft gasp. Pulling back his head, he looked me in the eyes and softly mouthed “shh.” I nodded, eager for him to continue. He pulled me close and slid another finger in. I was so horned up that I had to focus on my breathing so as not to make a sound.

Seeking to reciprocate, I dropped to my knees so that I was eye to eye with his hard on. Those sweatpants posed no match for the strength of that cock, fulling pitching a tent against the already tight fabric. I pushed up his tee to reveal his belly button and pulled down the sweatpants so his monster cock slapped against his juicy overhang.

I was salivating as I took it in my mouth. He smelled musky and ripe, the way an overfed jock gets after sitting around doing nothing but eating and studying for a day or two. My lips slid from the tip down the shaft as his pipe filled my throat. My hand gripped a good five inches of straight belly chub while the other was wrapped around his gooey thigh. I swallowed when his cock reached the back of my throat, taking it even deeper until my eyes watered. He let out a muffled “fuuuck.”

I worked my throat around his cock for several moments while my hands continued grabbing meaty handfuls of ex-jock. His spare tire was what dreams are made of but I was afraid to call too much attention to his weight. So I explored his ass which was a forest of hair and softer than lambskin. Beneath my fingertips I could feel the indentations of stretch marks criss crossing his rounded cheeks.

Lost in the sensations and smells of this man, I came to when I realized he was frantically tapping my shoulder and pulling his cock from my mouth. Panicked, I stood up straight as a board and lifted his joggers along with me.

“Kiss me, casually,” he quickly muttered.

I obeyed and we made out as someone passed by, likely a student. Cautiously, he stepped out of the aisle we were in. I admired the way his body fat jiggled atop muscle mass as he nervously leaned forward to make sure the coast was clear. Turning back around, he gave me the thumbs up and stalked forward like a predator approaching its prey.

He continued walking until I was stumbling backward and then was stopped by the wall. He pushed his shoulders back and his belly forward and against me. I was pinned between this guy’s gut and the wall,as we just stared at each other.

“Go on, I know you want it,” he nodded towards his gut.

Could it be? Was this dude answering my sexual prayers? I dropped to my knees and lifted his shirt. I started at the crease of his underbelly, lifting the chub and shoving my face right in there. My tongue traced the salty skin that rarely saw daylight. I worked my way out biting soft mouthfuls of his chub, maybe even leaving hickeys. I then found myself at his belly button, pressing the entirety of my face into that sweet mass of pliable dough. I languished there for a moment, relishing the sensation of his plush furry chub.

Finally, I worked my way back up with small kisses and licking. His body hair was matted with spit by the time I reached his chest. His pecs were still firm with muscle and only barely beginning to droop with fat. He seemed to like his nipples played with so I tongued them for a bit and gleefully watched as his cock bobbed to attention in response.

“Okay, my turn,” he said and abruptly flipped me around so that I was facing the wall.

He pulled down my denim gruffly, freeing my bubble butt from its confines. Again, he seemed surprised. He took both my cheeks in his rough hands, squeezing them tight and giving them a slight jiggle.

“Goddamn,” he muttered.

He pulled out his erection and lubed it up with a wad of spit. He embraced me closely whilst inching in his cock. His stomach filled the space of my lower back with its fuzzy warmth. With his muscled arms wrapped around me, he softly kissed my neck in an implicit move to calm and quiet me down while his large dick stretched out my hole.

He wasn’t even all the way inside when he started hitting my prostate and I began losing it. I was turning into putty in his hands. I wouldn’t have been able to stand if I weren’t propped up by his strong arms and pinned between his spare tire and the cement wall. He could sense this and kept a firm grip on me.

With only a few thrusts he had me orgasming hands free. I frantically bit down on my tongue as I thrust my ass back onto him. My cheeks clapped loudly but we were past the point of caring. As I trembled in his arms, my cum splattering against the wall and my shirt, he began to orgasm as well.

“Oh fuck…” he breathily let out. “Fuck, oh fuuuckk, who the fuck are you!”

His jizz filled me up and we stayed glued together for several moments, my ass mashed against his groin and his chub against my lower back. When he pulled out I felt like I could melt into a puddle on the floor. Instead, I shakily turned around and pulled up my pants, tucking away my boner. We both had come on our shirts, especially me. It should have stressed me out but I was actually thankful to have a marked object to commemorate this moment.

We looked at each other fully stunned.

“Who the fuck are you?” he repeated.