Pig Roast: Chapter 2

It was winter and Aiden arrived at the boys’ hotel room in a long coat and boots. He removed the coat to reveal that he was wearing a sweater that couldn’t stretch much lower than the bottom of his belly button. As a result his fleshy underbelly was left utterly exposed and wobbling before the boys. Moreover, his jeans were not buttoned, or, more specifically, were not able to button. He looked like a hog who had grown to large for his wardrobe. It was obvious Aiden was prepared for an evening of chubby fuckery. Likewise, Mike and Finn were also prepared with two bottles of wine and two sheet cakes. 

After the pleasantries, they walked over to the small couch and coffee table in the room. As Aiden sat down the unmistakable sound of denim ripping shot through the hotel room. Finn’s cock instantly sprang to attention as Mike asked their guest to turn around so they could check out the damage. To everyone’s delight, Aiden wasn’t wearing any underwear. His dimpled hairy cheeks continued to strain the denim, only now they were on full display. The girthiness of his rump still looked constrained by the pants even though they were torn. Finn didn’t hold back and ripped the tear clean open so that Aiden’s pert cheeks could bounce into the fresh air. He spanked Aiden playfully and found himself surprised and aroused by how plush the man’s rear felt. 

Mike lifted their guest’s belly so Finn could undo his pants and pull them all the way off. Naked from the bottom down, Aiden was so fat no one in the room could get a full glimpse of his manhood buried under all the blubber. His fat pad drooped with a momentum that rivaled the curvature of his exposed belly while his thighs were so fluffy that they threatened to swallow his junk completely. The three men sat down and dug into the cake and wine. 

It didn’t take long before Finn started feeding heaping bites to Aiden and Mike, who would wash each glob of cake and icing down with a swig of wine. They soon moved to the bed. Aiden laid down in the middle, his massive thighs spread to finally reveal his uncut cock, sweaty from being nestled with chub. Mike massaged the man’s belly, occasionally mashing his own against it, while Finn continued to feed his compatriots messy handfuls of cake. 

Once the cake was gone everyone tore off what clothes still remained on their body, their cocks springing to attention. Mike began jerking off himself and Aiden, who requested that Finn deliver his own cake onto Aiden’s face. Finn did as he was told, grabbing his cheeks with each hand and spreading his bubble butt wide so that it could wrap around the pig’s greedy mouth. Aiden lapped at Finn’s pucker with the same veracity as the sheet cake, his mouth moving like that of a hog in a feeding frenzy. 

They continued to suck and fuck in a variety of positions until Aiden voiced what he most desired. He had brought a tub of butter in his jacket and wanted nothing more than to be buttered up and spit roasted like the prized pig that he was. The boys eagerly complied. Aiden stood on all fours on the ground, his padded ass in the air and his stomach drooping all the way to the ground. Finn fetched the butter while Mike squeezed and jiggled the pig amorously.

The boyfriends scooped handfuls of butter from he tub and massaged it into Aiden’s fleshy form. It seemed that every part of the pig’s body was caked in fat that hung and bounced with the slightest movement. Mike marveled at how he could barely feel the man’s shoulder blades under several inches of gooey flesh. Slick with butter, his hands slipped from Aiden’s shoulders slowly down the man’s back, as he appreciated the folds of fat that piled up in the back and coalesced into a belly of pure lard in the front. Meanwhile, Finn paid extra attention to the pig’s belly, mesmerized by its softness as the butter melted beneath his hands. He grabbed two handfuls of flab and pushed them together to admire the little dimples that formed in the epicenter, only to let blubber drop and bounce back into the shape of a beer gut. 

Eventually, Aiden’s body was completely lathered up and dripping with butter. The hog glistened in the artificial light of the hotel room. Mike began massaging Aiden’s tight asshole while his boyfriend slapped his cock against the pig’s hungry mouth. Aiden sloppily tried to lap it up, his back arched and ready for dick. In simultaneity the boyfriends slowly inched their cocks into the pig’s ass and mouth, rubbing his swollen body as they did so. Mike was holding up his own belly to get his manhood all the way inside, and let it drop with a buttery “plop” once he entere, while Finn’s beginner belly softly pressed against Aiden’s forehead. Aiden moaned and struggled to reach for his cock that was now rock hard but eclipsed by his wobbling, hanging gut. 

The couple slowly picked up their pace over the course of ten minutes while they watched the pig’s body turn beat red with ecstasy. The pig was getting nice and roasted. As they pumped away, his flabby greased body glimmered with his undulating folds. Mike would occasionally spank the pig’s hind quarters that were quickly sweating the butter off. Finn admired the way his boyfriend’s chubby body slapped against the pig, causing them both to jiggle furiously in front of him. Aiden continuously tried to reach for his cock, but was unable to get around all the blubber while balancing with only one arm. Eventually, the pig started grunting and squealing like mad, and it was clear he was on the verge of orgasming. 

Finn and Mike made eye contact and subliminally communicated that now was the time. They rammed the pig from both ends, causing the floor to shake and the furniture to tremble. Aiden also began to shake wildly, his skin red and hot to the touch. Unassisted, his cock suddenly shot spumes of come onto his own underbelly. Almost simultaneously Finn pumped buckets of jizz into the pig’s throat. The intensity of their orgasms made Aiden and Finn fall limp into a pile of lard, causing Mike’s cock to slip out of the pig’s ass. With two quick motions of the hand, Mike shot a load that jettisoned six feet across the room and collided with the wall above the bed with a giant “smack.” 

Exhausted, they all melted into one another in a buttery sweaty puddle of chub on the floor. After a brief nap, they showered one by one. Aiden squeezed into the obscenely ill-fitting clothes in which he arrived, his ass on full display, and wobbled out the door.