Baseball Bellies: Chapter 6

June

“Fuuucck this heeeeat,” moaned one of the guys.

A cacophony of voices affirmed this sentiment. The majority of the team laid sprawled around the living room in various stages of undress. Evening was upon them but even this didn’t provide relief from the torturous heatwave. It didn’t help matters that all of the men were carrying around fifty to a hundred pounds of extra blubber these days. Their bodies simply hadn’t adapted to the insulating warmth of their new weight.

Coach was still out of commission with a nasty and persistent case of coronavirus, which meant that Corrigan was still in charge. Over the last two months practice had dwindled from a regular event to an occasional event to being completely nonexistent. The person that Corrigan was had completely disappeared in every way imaginable. Most obviously, he had become an absolute porker who waddled around the house only to gather food. Almost every other day he could be seen arriving from the store with a basket of sweets and a carton of milk or heavy cream. Even his countenance had changed. The hot headed athlete was now perpetually sanguine and affable. His competitive streak had dwindled, only popping up during the occasional video game or eating contest with the other guys, both of which he always won.

The rest of the team had also fallen prey to the lifestyle Corrigan led. They prioritized food and fun before athleticism. They became obsessed with fatty fried foods and dense sugary desserts. At a stunning rate they stacked on pound upon pound of excess weight, growing out of old clothes and forgetting to replace them, eating all day and night, and only complaining about not having any sex. Women, or the complete absence of women in their lives, became the usual topic of conversation as they drowned their horniness with food and drink.

“Goddamnit, someone order some pizza. Might as well enjoy ourselves while we sweat it out in here.”

“And soda! We need ice cold soda!” Someone chimed in.

“Don’t forget the breadsticks and churros!” A voice echoed.

Within the hour a stack of pizza boxes arrived so tall that it required the delivery boy three trips to his car to deliver them all. The hungry men gazed at him from the front porch, their fattened bellies hanging naked with anticipation, as he nervously delivered their order. The slim delivery boy found himself fearful of the pack of wild animals that gazed hungrily upon him and peeled out of the driveway as quickly as he could.

“Yo let’s put on some porn while we eat,” Abram suggested.

With that, a gang bang played while the boys chomped down on their double stuffed pizza crust with all the toppings. One by one the guys found themselves aroused, their pricks quivering as blood rushed to their groin. They remained mesmerized by the pornography, keeping a constant flow of food from their hands to their mouth to their sCorriganach. The occasional “fuck” or “fuck yeah” was murmered between bites of pizza.

“Dude you have boner,” someone shot at Miguel.

Indeed, his cock had pitched a tent beneath his boxers, causing one of his testicles to catch some fresh air against his padded thigh. Miguel had stacked on another twenty or so pounds in the last month and was finally catching up to the rest of the men in the house. He tore into a slice of pizza with gusto.

“And you don’t, loser?” Miguel retorted with his mouth full.

Abram was sitting in the back of the room lusting after the scene unfolding before his eyes. For once he didn’t have food on his mind, but rather pure sex. He could sense the tension in the house building and he was ready to pull the plug and let it blow. He reached down and gripped his erection beneath his gym shorts. His cock was warm and pulsating beneath a fresh and perky fat pad he’d recently grown.

“So what, I have a hard on too,” Abram proclaimed and proudly stroked his cock.

Corrigan had been erect the entire time, but his girth concealed this fact. His cock was increasingly buried beneath the fat accumulating around his manhood, his fat pad, and gelatinous thighs. He felt relieved to see Abram doing what they all secretly yearned to, and followed suit. Once the rest of the team saw Corrigan reaching beneath his overflowing gut to yank at his cock it became a free for all.

The boys’ greedy hands stroked themselves in between greasy bites of pizza. Their lips curled in pleasure as they were finally able to express their pent up desires. Still, they suppressed their moans and held back from orgasm, even though a few of them were close within only a few minutes. Eyes that were initially glued to the screen were now flitting around the room out of insecurity and subconscious lust. They still wondered if they had permission to enjoy themselves.

Scooting closer to Miguel, Abram eyed the former jock struggling to chomp pizza in his left hand while stroking with his right. Calm and swiftly, Abram provided his hand for assistance. Miguel seemed briefly startled but surprisingly didn’t protest. He let out a groan of relief and kicked back with another slice while Abram got to work. It took a few minutes, but the other guys eventually followed suit.

The teammates quietly lent each other helping hands, stroking cocks, playing with nipples, and generally caressing each other’s overweight bodies. Soft grunts and muddled moans began to complement the sex noises on screen as the men handed themselves over to pleasure. Many of them continued to eat while servicing each other, sloppily gulping down pizza, breadsticks, and churros.

Corrigan was a pile of lard atop the couch, his tits sagging to the sides of his belly, his creases and folds growing swampy with sweat, and his double chin quivering from the pleasure. These days he struggled to reach his prick with so much belly in the way. He found himself awkwardly bending sideways to gain full access which strained his muscles. Looking around, Corrigan made eye contact with Abram. The two had never been very close but Corrigan sensed a hunger in Abram’s eyes. He motioned for Abram to come over with a tip of his head.

Abram let go of Miguel’s cock and stood up. His own cock was rock hard and pressing against his brand new overhang. His body bounced subtly as he approached Corrigan. Perching on the couch next to the team captain, his plumped up ass hanging heavily in the air, Abram picked up a slice of pizza and held it to Corrigan’s lips.