F(r)at Party: Andrei

This university is so lame. When my family moved to America I had a completely different image in my head, especially when it came to being gay. I thought there would be gays everywhere, of all types. But instead there was only a handful and they all looked the same. The one thing that did live up to the hype was that Americans are fat. I swear they all were at least twenty pounds overweight and that was considered normal. The ones they called “fat” were practically spherical. This is not a criticism, but simply an observation. I have nothing against fat people, especially when I’m topping a chubby bottom. There’s nothing I enjoy more than sinking my face into a big fat behind.

Actually, this was one of the first things that attracted me to Pierre. I noticed him across the quad one day wearing these ridiculous shorts that put his ass on full display. It was fantastically curved, like a fresh bubble I needed to pop. He stuck in my mind after that and I continued to see him around campus. Last semester we were even in the same class for a few weeks before I dropped it. I really enjoyed getting a close-up look at him during those two weeks.

He was even more beautiful up close. The architecture of his face was sublime, with high cheekbones that balanced his sharp jaw. His severe bone structure was counterbalanced with delicate features.  He was constantly biting his lips, which were perfectly arched and always cherry red. Surrounding his mouth was a soft goatee of five o’clock shadow that became somewhat patchy on his cheeks. Long eyelashes betrayed the hard masculine edges of his brow and jaw. He had a face that deserved to be painted.

And he had a body that deserved to be fucked. He was on the shorter side, which lent him a stockier build. Broad shoulders stretched his skin tight shirts so that whenever he wore a print it warped. He had a little extra weight around the middle, but not egregious. The extra cushion, as I mentioned, was pretty standard in these parts and granted him an inflated butt supported by luscious thighs. Of the half dozen or so gay boys at this school, Pierre was the only one with good looks.

Naturally, I became a bit infatuated with him. I stalked him on social media and found out more that was appropriate. Occasionally I’d even mastrubate to the thought of his globular ass bouncing on my cock while his candy lips moaned in pleasure. I feel creepy admitting this, but he was the reason I attended that godforsaken frat party. I saw on Instagram he and his fag hag were going, so I decided to try my luck.

Leading up to that evening I kept my nose buried in a book I was analyzing for an English class. I didn’t want my thoughts polluted with expectations of what might happen later that night. Even still, whenever I got up to eat or piss my mind was afflicted with fantasies of Pierre and I. I needed to get a grip, so I decided to crack a bottle of wine by the afternoon.

I killed about half the bottle before getting the drunchies. I had no food in my house and my parents hadn’t paid for a meal plan so the cafeteria was off limits. I didn’t have much cash flow either, so I ended up at McDonald’s. Buzzed and without a worry in my mind, I ordered way too much food that I ate way too quickly. I went home and grabbed some vodka on the way.

I showered off and got dressed while sipping the vodka. Before leaving for the party a flood of anxiety hit me so I did two shots and gave myself a pep talk. I was tall, I was sexy, I had a huge dick. What guy could say no? I took one more shot and sauntered off to the party.

Arriving to a party solo is never fun no matter what country you’re in. I felt out of place and awkward, especially with a million bros and hoes drunkenly groping and puking all over each other. The fact Pierre would even go to a party like this made me second guess his attractiveness. Regardless, I needed to get laid and of all the boys at school Pierre was top shelf.

I finally spotted him with his girlfriend from across the yard. They were doing jello shots and I became extremely nervous. How do I even begin talking to him? Finally, his friend went off with some dude and I realized it was my chance. I started walking over when Peter appeared out of nowhere and stole away my prey.

Fucking Peter, I couldn’t believe it. What was he doing flirting with Pierre? Two bottoms don’t make a top and Peter had the loosest hole in the whole school. I would know, I’ve fucked him twice and neither time was great. He moaned like a bitch in heat and said annoying words like “bussy” and “boy cunt.” It was possible Pierre was vers or something, but there was just no way I could imagine him topping Peter. Not surprisingly, Pierre seemed to make a fast exit and disappeared into the crowd. I became frustrated and walked up to Peter.

“Trying to get your dick wet?” I asked.

“Andreeei! I was not expecting to see you at this sort of… soiree. How interesting, judging by the aggro vibes emanating from you I’m guessing you are jealous I was talking to little bubble butt who just ran off. He’s cute isn’t he?”

“I’m just bored,” I said trying to hide my intense irritation. “Hey why don’t head to the bathroom?”

“OH? Well sure thing you Russian stallion.”

I took him into the bathroom and slammed him up against the wall, which I knew he liked. My plan was to get him off so he’d have no drive to pursue Pierre. I ripped down his pants and was kind of surprised to see he’d gained a lot of weight since we last hooked up. How long ago was that? Three months? The little shit had a FUPA growing and thighs that touched. I felt around to his ass which had transformed from bony to a soft cushion of fat. Straining my wrist a bit, I got my hand deep enough to finger his hole while I took his cock in my mouth. He was so into it and came in like two minutes.

I spit his cum on the ground and walked out of the bathroom leaving him alone. The fat little fuck would probably be jerking off about that experience for months. Fingers crossed he would leave me alone and not come asking for more. I walked into the living room which was packed with people and getting messier by the minute. It reeked of alcohol. I looked around and to my pleasure saw Pierre walk inside and head up the stairs with his friend.

I contemplated my next move. I didn’t want to appear too thirsty or like I was following him. I took a swig of vodka from some random bottle nearby. And then another one. The booze hit me faster than I expected and I felt a little woozy, so I grabbed a slice of pizza to soak it up a bit. I must’ve killed ten minutes or so, which meant I was good to head up the stairs.

The upstairs was a long hall with rooms all the way down on each side. I was too nervous to knock anywhere, so I pretended I was drunkenly looking for a friend. I was nearing the end of the hall and about to give up when I peaked in a room and saw him sitting there. I became frozen and speechless. I hadn’t thought this far in advance.

“Care to join?” Pierre asked and my heart skipped a beat.

I agreed and sat down. Out of nowhere his friend darted out of the room and I was face to face with my crush, utterly speechless. I was mesmerized watching him take the small joint between his wet lips, filling his lungs, and then passing it to me. We made some sort of small talk which I was too anxious to commit to memory. All I remember was at one point he said:

“I didn’t know you were gay.”

I burst out laughing. It made perfect sense that the person who’d been haunting my thoughts didn’t even know I liked boys, let alone him. And then I realized, he didn’t know I had a crush. I had a clean slate. I mustered all my energy to shoot him the sexiest grin I could, and sure enough he leaned in for a kiss.

We began to make out and I felt like the luckiest guy on earth when a loud clumsy figure burst into the room. It was Greg Mathison who is a total American idiot who I can’t stand. Sure, he’s hot and everyone loves him, but he is obnoxious and clearly very stupid. I didn’t know what to expect so I cautiously stared at him while bracing myself to fight.

“Don’t stop,” he said.

And then it all made sense. Of course the fat football star was a closet case. This is America! With verve, I pulled Pierre in close and kissed his sticky mouth. I gripped his rounded behind through his jeans and he slipped his hand under my shirt. We continued to explore each other's bodies as I caught a glimpse of Greg jerking off in the corner. Pierre tasted delicious, and I craved the smell of his cock. I undid his pants and took him in my mouth which seemed to drive both boys wild. Sucking dick is not my favorite, so I turned him on his knees so his plump rump was right in my face.

I massaged his cheeks with my hands, taking in their perfection. They appeared almost perfectly round and taught, with a smattering of dark hair condensing around the crack. I rolled the fat around in my hands before spreading them open to see his tiny hole ready for cock. I dove in tongue first exploring every nook and cranny. I couldn’t believe I was finally getting a taste of that beautiful ass and I knew I had to make the most of it.

My cock was hard as a rock when I pulled my face free. I wanted nothing more than to rail him, but thought it might be more interesting to get the star football player involved in some sodomy. It didn’t take much prodding and before I knew it I was watching Greg go to town on Pierre’s ass. I jerked off for a few minutes before feeding my cock to Pierre. Simply watching his soft red lips wrap around my dick made me want to shoot my load. I was too close to coming so I pulled out and decided to explore Greg a bit.

He was a fat guy, fatter than anyone I’d been with, and I was fascinated to see how his fat bounced as he fucked. It wasn’t just his belly either, I mean his belly was the biggest and bounced the most, but he was caked in flubber that jiggled with every move. I walked around to his behind to watch how his ass and balls fell prey to gravity as he thrust. His ass was even bigger than Pierre’s and suddenly I wanted to fuck him as well.

I knew I had to take it slow, so I started with a finger, and then my face. His ass was so big it nearly swallowed me up. I needed to come out for air, but I could tell that eating his ass had sent him over the edge and he was about to come so I stayed put. His hole tightened up and his glutes clenched my face. For the few seconds while he ejaculated I truly could not breathe.

Not surprisingly, the lazy fuck passed out afterward so I topped Pierre. Greg’s warm jizz seeped out and covered Pierre’s bouncing buttock’s in a sticky film. The simple fact I was finally inside of him made me want to explode. I tried my hardest to hold back my load as Pierre’s luscious ass clapped against my thighs, but there was no stopping it. Just as the first spurt shot out of me, Pierre moaned and his ass clenched even harder around my cock. We were coming in unison. His ass was wrapped so tight around me while he came that it practically sucked the jizz right out of me. I continued shooting even after he finished. I was completely exhausted, covered in sweat, ass, and jizz, and collapsed onto the ground.