Airport Chub: Chapter 1

I sat in the airport, bored and horny. It had been a long holiday season of pigging out and visiting my parents would surely keep that trend continuing. My clothes were already fitting snug from months of overindulging which was turning me on just as much as all the swollen Dads lumbering throughout the airport. My jeans felt glued to my thighs and caused every contour of my bulge to be fully visible from afar. Simply the pressure of denim against my cock had me horned up.

Sitting in the corner of a Starbucks with a venti pumpkin spice latte and two muffins, I scrolled through Grindr looking for some airport hanky panky. Sadly, no one cute was in my vicinity. Only old men or faceless profiles appeared and I began to consider venturing to the bathroom to spank off and relieve myself. I polished off my first muffin when a hunky gay couple stepped into the line trailing out from the register. I watched lustfully.

A husky middle aged bear with a bulging beer gut, scruffy salt and pepper beard, and tanned skin ordered for himself and his pup. His boyfriend stood close by, surely a former twink who’d become swollen after several years of relationship weight piling up. Snug, worn-in, army print joggers hugged his plump rump that his boo softly cupped with hairy paws. A tight hoodie accentuated the younger man’s slight gooey paunch and his backpack caused the back of his sweatshirt to ride up ever so slightly revealing a meaty lower back.

After ordering, the pup took a seat nearby while his dad stood watch for the order. As the young man sat down he spread his legs wide which put his fat ass on full display and caused his joggers to reveal a bit of ass crack and faded underwear. He sleepily leaned forward and rested his scruffy face against his boyfriend’s gut that hung suspended before him, causing even more of his lower back and love handles to become exposed. I was transfixed with desire.

I observed their interactions, sensing comfort and deep affection between them. Subtle petting and non verbal cues made clear they’d been in a relationship for some time. I wondered if their relationship was open. I refreshed Grindr and did not see a profile for either of them. Their order arrived: two venti creamy looking frappuccinos topped with whipped cream and a pastry for each man. They grabbed their refreshments and lazily sauntered out of the Starbucks with their arms around each other’s fluffy waists. I admired the dad’s healthy love handles straining beneath his vest and his pup’s bouncing bulbous bum. Without a thought, I stood up and followed them.

I kept a healthy distance, admiring their bodies from behind. The older man clearly was a gym buff, with defined muscles that framed his healthy gut. Despite being clearly overweight, his body had a firmness to it. One could imagine that he was a formidable opponent who was fiercely protective of his love, especially considering how top heavy he was. In contrast, his young pup was fleshy and pear shaped. If the young guy hit the gym, it certainly wasn’t regularly. The majority of his weight went straight to his creamy thighs and ass that bounced with each step, displaying his healthy appetite. That’s not to say his upper body was slight, he boasted a slight belly and thick arms of a man who’d been eating healthy for several years. He’d clearly gained some love poundage that his love likely loved to pound.

I couldn’t have been more excited to see them take a seat at my gate. I strategically sat nearby facing them, but not too close, and studied them fastidiously. Their clothes were worn in, mostly athletic brands, but they had the latest electronic gadgets and sparkly new luggage suggesting they were wealthy. The daddy wore a Patagonia puffy vest that was stretched to max capacity, so that the puffs were virtually flat. The vest stopped just shy of his underbelly exposing the tattered flannel underneath that struggled to contain the man’s girth.

He patted his pup’s thigh, causing it to jiggle, and asked him a question. The pup cracked a big grin and nodded before spreading his legs even wider so that he could bend over and unzip his backpack. The older man slid his hand across the young ones back and gripped a bit of exposed love handle with a sly smirk. The young one sat back up, his face red from the exertion of bending over, holding two massive burritos wrapped in foil. He handed one to his partner and they dug in.