Bleecker's Big Night

Bleecker’s stomach was already tight as a drum, but as long as he was being fed he wasn’t going to slow down. The feeder transported the last of the churros into his mouth. This was after he had already consumed an extra large double stuffed pizza. Everything washed down with whole milk. Bleecker wrongly assumed the feeding session was over as the twink feeder disappeared for a moment. He was dead wrong. The feeder returned with a liter of melted ice cream and a funnel.

Bleecker groaned. His cock was as hard as his belly, yet he truly doubted his capacity. Nevertheless, he allowed himself to be strapped up in his kitchen chair. The wooden chair creaked beneath his gargantuan body. His thighs completely eclipsed the seat of the chair, his belly resting in his lap while the feeder massaged it, and his massively built upper body glistened with sweat from the exertion of overeating. With the funnel in Bleecker’s mouth, the feeder began to pour.

Bleecker couldn’t even remember the name of the feeder at this point. He was some twink he found on Grommr. He’d been in New York for only a couple weeks and had been craving a gainer/encourager dynamic ever since his Junior year of college when a sexy foreign exchange student turned his sexuality upside down. Ever since he’d been chasing that high to no avail. New York, he hoped, would prove beneficial in this regard.

Miraculously, he polished off the entire liter of melted ice cream without even taking a breather. The feeder was impressed and horny. He patted and lifted Bleecker’s densely heavy gut, letting it drop back down with a plop onto his tree trunk thighs. Bleecker stood up with a groan and let the circumference of his belly push the feeder back until he stumbled. The guy must have been a third of Bleecker’s size, maybe less. He almost failed to exist when they stood side by side.

Bleecker continued walking towards him, causing the feeder to stumble backward until he was pinned against the wall. The guy was clearly loving it, Bleecker’s extraordinary mass could nearly crush him. Although, Bleecker didn’t feel similarly. His boner was fading and the thought of fucking a bag of bones didn’t hold much appeal. He wanted someone meatier, someone who could handle his mass a bit better. He kicked the feeder out much to the twink’s dismay.

What now? Bleecker was completely stuffed and dripping with lust. It was a Friday night so he decided to get dressed and hit the bars. He pulled on a pair of denim that his seamstress had let out in the waist but still had a hole in the crotch that his thighs had rubbed out. He wore an expensive pair of briefs that supported his bulge so when he sat down it was visible through the hole. On top he wore an old T-shirt that left a sliver of belly exposed at all times. Bleecker was an utter slab of beef and no clothes could conceal that, though he particularly chose these ones to show off his size.

He took a short train ride to get to the bar. His mass took up nearly two seats on the subway and garnered many stares from those around him. It didn’t help that the vibration of the railway caused his blubber to jiggle furiously beneath clothes that barely concealed his girth. When he exited the subway his curves brushed against numerous passersby.

The bar was one of Bleecker’s favorites since moving to New York. It was small and divey with a compact dancefloor and low key vibe. He started with a shot and double whisky coke. Normally, he was a beer guy, but his stomach was too full for carbonation at this time. From across the bar his eyes landed on his prey for the evening: a brooding looking twink who looked as though he’d grown thick during quarantine.

The guy was wearing trendy baggy jeans that still hugged his ass fat despite their loose cut. Up top he wore a loose fit half unbuttoned shirt that bloused out at the waist surely in an effort to conceal his newfound pudge. Underneath a black wife beater clung to his skin. He was just what Bleecker was looking for, a guy who had already chubbed up a bit but had room to grow. He stalked across the dance floor.

Dancing a few yards away Bleecker continually glanced at the pudgy twink until their eyes locked. The second their gazes met Bleecker knew he was about to score. Moving in closer they danced together for a few moments before Bleecker motioned to the cigarettes in the guy’s shirt pocket. The twink nodded and they headed outside for a smoke.

Bleecker discovered that his name was Julian. A heavy aura of sexual tension hung between them with little effort. It wasn’t long before they were making out, Julian’s hands grasping at the generous bulges of flesh that composed Bleecker’s form. Bleecker was once again growing hard. He was easily aroused after the feeding session left him with a case of blue balls.

Julian seemed intoxicated with Bleecker’s larger form, pressing his body hard against Bleecker’s swollen belly and squeezing the ex-jock’s biceps. Bleecker was sweating from the intensity of the exchange causing a sweat stain to pool out around his arm pits. Julian noticed this and shoved his face into the cavernous fold before pulling out and looking at his counterpart with wild horny wild eyes.

Bleecker grabbed Julian by the hand and led him out of the bar and around the building into a deserted alleyway where he pinned Julian against the wall and continued their make out session. Bleecker untucked Julian’s shirt and grabbed the gooey love handle clinging to Julian’s hip, pulling him closer so their erections pulsed against one another beneath their jeans. Bleecker’s hands were strong in comparison to Julian, navigating the ripened twink with confidence.

His fingers toyed with the button of Julian’s pants. They were cinched so tight that Bleecker couldn’t even slip a finger inside of them. After too many seconds of this the button snapped off completely and Bleecker swiftly pulled the trousers down and undid his own. He grabbed Julian with both hands and flipped him around so that he was facing the wall.

Bleecker gazed at Julian’s cheeks with hunger. The man’s ass was even fatter than Bleecker realized. Criss crossed with soft stretch marks, it jiggled like a firm water balloon ready to burst. Bleecker lubed him up with saliva before inching his penis inside. Julian tried not to moan too loudly, but it was difficult. Like the rest of him, Bleecker’s cock was girthy and not easy to take on a whim.

Julian persevered and within minutes his bulbous buttocks were clapping against Bleecker. Their mutual chub colliding felt heavy and warm causing them both to drip sweat. Bleecker gripped Julian by the throat with one hand and by the belly with the other, holding him in place while he rammed inside. Julian, overwhelmed by the intensity of the last twenty minutes, began blowing his load with only a couple pumps of his foreskin. Bleecker was close too when they heard a disembodied “Hey!” echo down the alleyway.

They both froze until they heard footsteps approaching. Bleecker pulled out and fastened his pants while Julian struggled to pull his back up around his waist. As the footsteps approached both men took off running in the opposite direction. Bleecker was already exhausted from the fucking and running caused him to begin seeing stars as his fully belly painfully bounced up and down. He exited the alley and raced down a few more streets until he had to catch his breath.

Bleecker looked around. Julian was gone. However, he was across the street from a bath house. He shrugged and walked inside. Sweaty and disheveled, Bleecker did not even realize his shirt had ridden up past his belly button whilst running. It didn’t matter though, for in a matter of minutes he was nude and wandering around the bath house.

Bleecker strode confidently down the halls, shoulders back, belly subtly wobbling, his cock and balls bobbing between beefy thighs. He attracted looks from nearly every man he passed. Older men attempted to touch his glistening mass while twinks held back in fear of the hulking man in front of them. Everyone wanted a taste but Bleecker was not finding anyone up to snuff.

Finally, perched in a sex swing getting railed by multiple men, was someone appealing. He was a middle aged man and although Bleecker couldn’t quite make out his face, he appreciated the thirty pounds of chub at the man’s midsection. His legs were chubby too with a butt that jiggled as the other men fucked him.

Bleecker pushed the current top aside and inserted his own erection into the man’s hole. He fucked the stranger just hard enough to get his body fat bouncing in the swing, but not so fast that he would lose his own stamina. Leaning forward, Bleecker placed his paws on each side of the man’s beer belly and wobbled it left and right. It was velvety soft, softer than Bleecker’s own gut, spilling around his hands like liquid. The warm excess flab brought Bleecker close to orgasm but he didn’t want to blow his load for some random at a sex club. After a few minutes he had his fill and headed to the sauna.

The sauna was full of older, larger men. They were fat, but, unlike Bleecker, lacked a solid base of muscle. As such, their flesh sagged around them like marshmallows slowly melting in the heat. Their asses spread out beneath them, their bellies drooped forward above fat pads that consumed their cocks. In fact, Bleecker could barely see most of these men’s flaccid appendages as voluminous fat swelled around them. Sweat trailed around the surfaces of their hairy skin, emerging from swampy folds and crossing great expanses of flesh before puddling back under another crack or crevice.

A few of the men’s cocks began to stiffen with Bleecker in the vicinity. Bleecker was still somewhat hard and stroked himself until he was back in full form. Once all the men were stroking and staring at Bleecker he stood up to show off. Slowly he walked around the room, allowing his densely packed form to shine with sweat from every angle. The men would touch, mostly his cock, but sometimes the overhang, or a slap on the ass, anything to get his body in motion. After one round of this Bleecker was bored and left the sauna, and then the bath house.

He was disappointed. Sure, he’d gotten action left and right, but nothing quite hit the high he felt when he was gaining alongside his boyfriends Felix and Sebastian two years ago. He supposed that sort of enjoyment was not to be found in a one night stand. Resigned, Bleecker headed back towards his apartment and made a pit stop at a pizza joint on the way. Might as well top off the tank, he figured.

He languidly strolled inside the shop, not noticing the middle aged cashier eyeing his body up and down. Bleecker was too consumed looking at the menu. He originally planned on ordering a slice but realized that was a dumb idea when he could order a whole pizza. When he finally locked eyes with the cashier to order a large pizza he found himself startled.

The man in front of him had a piercing icy blue gaze that reawakened Bleecker’s flaccid member. Something about the man oozed masculinity. His hair was dark and messy, greasy from working in the shop all day, along with his skin. A large statuesque nose and square jaw with dense shadow framed his face. He spoke with a thick Italian accent, his voice deep and emanating from the pot belly bulging out against his apron. His name tag read ‘Marco.’

He relayed that he was the only one in the shop and asked if Bleecker would like to join him in the kitchen. Bleecker found the request odd yet alluring. Bleecker watched as the man expertly spun out the dough and piled the pie high with toppings before popping it in the oven. His skill was impressive and stirred a hunger in Bleecker’s belly and loins. With the pizza inside the oven, the man turned and stared at Bleecker.

His eyes lingered on Bleecker’s swollen stomach hanging out of his skin tight club tee. Marco grinned slightly and seemed to be nodding in a knowing manner towards Bleecker’s gut. The man emanated a rugged and manly confidence that left Bleecker questioning whether he was about to be beat up or come onto. The smirk and glint in Marco’s eyes spelled trouble, but it was unclear of what variety. As silence hung in the air, Marco stepped forward so that their bellies were pressing together and looked Bleecker in the eyes.

“Big boy,” was all he said.

A momentary pause hung in the air. Bleecker was getting hard. He licked his lips and parted his mouth to speak but before any words escaped they were making out aggressively.

Marco’s mouth tasted like cigarettes and pizza. He was smaller in stature than Bleecker but seemed just as strong. His hands were rough and covered in burns from working in a kitchen. He gripped Bleecker’s ass aggressively, to the point that it almost hurt. He continued in this manner, gripping Bleecker’s love handles and underbelly with a mighty force. Bleecker was startled and invigorated by the interaction. It wasn’t quite like anything he’d experienced before.

At some point Marco removed the pizza from the oven, though Bleecker barely noticed as they continued to lick and sniff and slam into one another. One by one articles of clothing were shed until they were completely in the nude. Marco’s cock was impressively large and uncut, dripping generously with precum. In fact, it was larger than Bleecker’s which was no small feat.

Marco shoved Bleecker against the metal countertop so that Bleecker’s belly plopped onto the warm cheese of the pizza. Bleecker looked at the pie, still uncut, and glimmering with grease. Marco motioned towards the pizza with an air of annoyance as if to say “go on, eat it already.” Bleecker wasn’t sure how to approach the wheel of cheese and sauce laying before him.

He tore off a chunk and looked at Marco with steely eyes as he chomped down. He did this a few more times before Marco patted the exposed countertop next to the pizza. Bleecker cautiously struggled to hoist himself atop the counter where he began inhaling the pizza on all fours. With Bleecker’s meaty rump raised skyward Marco lipped his lips and went in for the kill.

Spreading Bleecker’s ass cheeks wide he lapped up the sweat and musk that had accumulated during Bleecker’s long and lascivious evening. Bleecker was hard as a rock and losing himself during the stuffing session. Midway through he needed to give his knees a break and shifted to lay down on his side, still gulping down pizza. His belly pooled out before him on the cold metal, swollen and pink from the nights events

With Bleecker’s ass at crotch level, Marco poured some olive oil onto the rugby hunk’s hole and began to insert his cock. Bleecker yelped and tried to slow Marco down. In response, Marco shoved Bleecker’s face into the pizza and continued snaking his snake deeper inside Bleecker’s chunky humps. Bleecker’s moans were muffled by the wads of pizza in his mouth.

Bleecker was turning bright red as Marco fucked him. He was in pain and pleasure, not only from the butt sex but from his distended stomach getting stuffed to the brim for the second time in the evening. It wobbled with a life of its own on the counter before him, growing more swollen with every bite of pizza. Probably forty or fifty pounds of fat alone composed the belly resting before him, not to mention however many pounds of food were packed inside. It ached with distention as his hole was getting equally stretched. Nevertheless, he was determined and horny. His belly was as full of pizza as his balls were with come and he deeply needed to orgasm after the night he had just had.

Bleecker stroked his own cock as his body undulated under the force of Marco’s, eating pizza hands free between uncontrollable moans of ecstasy. Marco’s pace quickened and the pizza maker grabbed Bleecker’s thigh fat and love handle with a deafening grip in each hand, causing the fat to dimple between his fingers. Marco’s hair was wet with sweat that dripped off the jiggling bear and onto Bleecker’s hot pink bouncing body. Bleecker was moaning non stop at this point as Marco triumphantly slammed his cock inside, unleashing his orgasm.

Marco’s load shot with high velocity up Bleecker’s colon. At long last Bleecker was free to come. He pumped once, twice, three times on his cock before unleashing a torrent of jizz across the kitchen. The first spurt shot far across the room and landed on the wall, while the subsequent waterfall sprayed nearly everywhere.

~

As Bleecker walked home in darkness, his legs like jello and his head light and buzzing, his gut hanging heavily before him, his phone vibrated. He struggled to extricate the device from his skin-tight and sweat-soaked jeans. It was a text message from Julian.

“Hey hunk, that was wild. Hope to see you again.”