Ice Cream Cutie

He stood on the sidewalk with a leash in one hand and an ice cream cone with double scoops in the other. His small dog looked excessively miniature next to the man’s imposing stature. He waited as the dog sniffed around for the perfect place to relieve himself. The ice cream was pastel colored and his lips made love to its creamy form. Judging by the way he was attacking the dessert I surmised it was quite tasty, or, perhaps, he was quite hungry.

My eyes traveled from the ice cream cone to his cherry red lips glossed with the desert. Those lips were framed by a dense five o’clock shadow in dark brown that extended across his jaw line and down his neck. A small bit of puffiness encased his upper neck and it slightly jiggled as he went in for each ravenous lick. Piercing blue eyes and a large chiseled nose counterbalanced the fat that softened the lower contours of his face. His bed head indicated that the current ice cream-fueled rendezvous would be short lived, as he surely had a warm bed and Netflix account to return to.

My eyes traveled to his midsection, a true sight to behold. A black Patagonia jacket shrouded his rounded shoulders, with only the top three buttons done up. A hardy paunch encased in a tight white tee protruded from where the lower buttons of his jacket which were not fastened. Considering the brisk fall air, it was likely the man had porked up a bit since last fall and didn’t realize he’d outgrown his favorite jacket until the dog desperately needed a walk. He probably slipped it on and was surprised by how tight the shoulders were and even more surprised to discover his belly had grown plumper than he’d previously thought. He likely tried to suck in his stomach to button the rest of the jacket but gave up due to the supreme discomfort. He probably decided it was about time to buy a scale.

The T-shirt barely concealed the curve of his belly fat, and one wrong move threatened to expose his swollen midsection. He wore joggers that accentuated his bubble butt and, despite the cut of most joggers, revealed the fullness of his thighs. This was definitely a man who had been snacking as of late, but hadn’t always been a chubby guy. Judging by his age (he looked mid 30s) he had probably been around the block a few times, and was settling into the comfort of his first long-term relationship. Or, alternatively, he might be recently single and eating his feelings over a lost love. Whichever scenario was correct- he was certainly eating.

He went in for a big slurp and a sizable drop of melted ice cream plopped onto his gut before making its way to his joggers. He muttered something to himself and tried to balance the leash and cone in one hand. He then proceeded to scoop the drop of melted cream off his gut with a pale and hairy finger. I watched acutely as he awkwardly bent over to get the spot on his joggers. This maneuver caused the top buttons of his jacket to pop open, his fuzzy ass crack to become exposed above the elastic of the joggers, and his phone to slip out of his jacket pocket and tumble to the ground. Somehow, he managed to keep the rest of his precious dessert intact, yet the poor chub still looked a mess.

I recognized this as an opportune moment and stepped in to pick up this gluttonous cutie’s phone. As I reached for it I noticed his screensaver was a Lady Gaga photo and I was delighted with the likely fact he was a fellow fag. I grasped the phone and handed it to him.

“Oh thank you,” he said. His face was flushed red from bending over and standing back up so quickly. He nervously attempted to tame his bed head and I noticed his forehead break a sweat despite the cold air. “I’m such a mess,” he awkwardly chuckled.

“That’s a cute look, though. In my book at least,” I grinned and sent the heaviest flirtation vibes I could. “I’m Zach.”

“Oh, I’m Ethan. Nice to meet you.”

I could sense his demeanor change as he realized I was interested in him. An air of confidence imbued his pudgy posture and he cracked a wry grin. With all his energy focused on me, the ice cream finally toppled off the cone and onto the ground with a soft ‘plop.’ His face flushed a deep red once more. I laughed and placed my hand on his shoulder.

“How about this Ethan,” I began, “we get some replacement ice cream, my treat, and get to know each other a bit. I have some time to kill and what better way than with a charming stranger and his precious pup?”

He grinned from ear to ear and we headed to the boutique ice cream shop he had just come from. The cute boy at the counter made a joke about Ethan stopping by on a daily basis and upping the ante to twice in one day. I could sense his embarrassment and latent insecurity over his weight. This was something I’d have to resolve real quick if I was to bag this curvaceous cutie.

I paid for his ice cream and we sat down at a table. He asked how my day was going and I relayed that I was dismayed to cover my coworkers shift later this evening but I was glad that we had encountered each other beforehand. I shared a bit about my measly retail job before asking him about his day. He laughed and nervously shared that he’d been in bed watching Netflix since he woke up. I assured him that sounded fantastic and admitted I was a pretty lazy dude myself. 

Ethan then made some retort about that being surprising given how thin I was. Unabashedly, I admitted that I was into thicker boys and was frustrated with my fast metabolism and consequent slender frame. This caused him to loosen up a bit and I noticed that he finally relaxed his gut that he had been sucking in for the past thirty minutes. Seeing his pudge let out made me even thirstier to see his unclothed plumpness in all its glory. I contained my excitement and asked about his job. He relayed that he was getting his master’s in psychology which left him very little time to relax. Today was his day off and he was making the most of it by staying in.

Our ice creams were fast disappearing and I realized I needed to make a move. I was guaranteed a phone number given our easy conversation and clear attraction, but I wanted more. I wanted to get this man naked... today. I decided to just go for it.

“Tell me if I’m being too forward,” I began, “but I would love to take you back to my place and watch some Netflix. I don’t wanna intrude on your day off and you can totally say no. You’re just such a cutie...”

He giggled, “I would very much like that. Where do you live?”

“Pine and 23rd.”

“Hmm. Well I’m just down the block... if you wanna do that. My place is kinda a mess though. It’s embarrassing.”

“I’m not judgmental,” I grinned.

“I guess that’s true, I mean, you’ve already seen me be a total mess.”

Ethan was not lying about his room being messy. Contrary to his expectations, this only further turned me on. Two empty bottles of Gatorade sat on his night stand, a half-eaten bag of chips laid on his disheveled bed, clothes were strewn about, and what appeared to be a cum rag lay next to his bed. A musty scent pervaded the air, indicating that Ethan rarely left his room. He awkwardly tried to clean up a bit as I stood near the door.

“Sorry, I must looks like such a slob,” he muttered.

I grabbed his hand and said, “What you look like is delicious.”

We began making out and stumbled towards his bed. I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of his squishy body. His mouth tasted like ice cream and I could feel his cock getting hard through his joggers. I rubbed my ass on the stiff bulge protruding between his legs and he let out a breathy grunt before flipping me over onto my back. He stood up at the foot of the bed, his tee riding up to expose a crescent of his fat furry beer belly. 

He grabbed my legs and with ease dragged me closer to the edge of the bed. My cock was throbbing underneath my skinny jeans, which he began to unbotton. He pulled off my pants and underwear and my cock slapped against my stomach. Next he softly took my dick in his mouth, lathering it with spit. He gave some of the best head that I’d ever experienced. He must have had lots of tongue practice with all that ice cream he’d been licking up recently.

I was already close to coming so I sat up and peeled off Ethan’s ice cream stained shirt to reveal his perfectly rounded mound of belly fat. He appeared even chubbier now that he was shirtless and I could hardly contain myself. I sat on the bed while he was still standing and I began to explore his chest and arm pits with my mouth. He was delightfully hairy and I was pleased to discover he wasn’t wearing deodorant. I plunged my face as deep as I could into his left pit and got high off his stink and pheromones. I then traced the curves of his abdomen with my tongue, licking out the sweat from the fat roll between his chest and belly. I sensed him tense up for a bit out of self consciousness, so I slapped his rubbery love handle and whispered “you taste delicious.”

I worked my way down to his belly button, grabbing his gut with both hands and pressing my face into the heap of flesh. From there I explored his magnificently plump fat pad, taking in the scent of his musky pubes. I was pleased to see it was nearly as thick as the belly that hung above it. My cock was ready to explode with the slightest touch so I left alone, bobbing up and down in anticipation. Finally, I wrapped my mouth around his cock and he let out a deep moan of pleasure. I worked my mouth around his cock and balls for a solid ten minutes until he was about to come. Then I grabbed his spare tire and sat him on the bed.

“Can I fuck you?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah,” he replied and reached for a condom in his nightstand.

I wrapped the rubber around my dick and turned Ethan on his stomach. His ass was firm but plump, dimpled in fat but not sagging, and covered in a dense layer of hair. I pressed my face in his chunky cheeks,softly bit them, and gave them a jiggle. I did the same to his meaty love handles before tracing his ass crack with my tongue and spreading his fat cheeks to shove my face in between. I gave him an extensive and slippery rim job until he was lubed up enough to take my cock.

Finally I got him on his knees doggy style, and slowly entered his ass. He moaned in pleasure as I gripped his love handles and slid my cock into his ass inch by inch. Once it was inside I slowly began to pump in and out. As I was doing so I noticed that he had small stretch marks near his love handles and on the sides of his thighs. This cutie must be growing fast, I thought to myself. As my pace quickened I leaned forward and bit onto the roll of fat on the back of his neck while jerking him off with one hand . After a few minutes I finally found his prostrate and he began moan and grunt in ecstasy.

“Fuck,” he shouted and sat up as I fucked him. With one hand on his cock and the other on his paunch I pounded his ass before flipping him over onto his back. Once on his back with his legs in the air I got a perfect view of his chubby belly jiggling with each thrust of my hips. I relished the sight and feel of his body fat reverberating from the force of my cock every time I plowed into him. From my view his body became a series of fat rolls: his chin melting into the fat of his neck, his chest becoming soft tits, his giant gut swollen and extended, his fat pad wedged in between his belly and erect cock, his swollen thighs jiggling as I hold them back, and a thick layer of dark hair covering it all. I balanced his ankles on my shoulders so I could forcefully grip two handfuls of doughy belly fat as I poked at his prostrate with my cock. While moaning a belch slipped out of his lips and he looked me nervously in the eyes. I issued a seal of approval by leaning forward and planting a sloppy kiss on his mouth then returned to pounding his bubble but.

“Oh shit, fuck, fuck, oh god, I think... fuck, I think I’m gonna come!” He yelled. “Slow down, I’m gonna come.”

I refused to slow down and continued to admire how his chub bounced on my cock.

“Oh fuck!” He shouted once more.

His hole tightened around my cock as he stroked himself. Loads of jizz began to erupt from his cock and shoot across his body, onto his face, and onto the wall behind him. The droplets of sperm clung to his hairy and trembling body. Almost immediately upon seeing him orgasm I did the same, shoving myself as far inside him as I possibly could while gripping his firm and voluptuous love handles. Afterwards I collapsed on top of his pillowy body, allowing his come to seal us together.