Wet 'n Wide

I squeezed the band of fat at my midsection. I must have put on one or two pounds in the last week. I had been particularly lazy and had only hit the gym three days out of seven. The result was definitely a bit more softness clinging to my rock hard abs and beginning to distort the dramatic V-shape of my back. 

It was all intentional, though. I maintained an adonis-like physique for the past three years while doing modeling gigs and small acting roles in Hollywood, but lately the tide seemed to be changing. Less and less casting calls were looking for fit guys as the dad bod trend swept through the industry. Commercials had been this way for a while, typically calling for an “average joe” type, but now editorials and TV shows were also casting men with a little extra meat on their bones. 

Frankly, I could not complain. I’d always been into men with some extra cushion for pushin’ and enjoyed watching the meat heads at my local gym slowly become softer around the edges. And when it came to my own body, how could I complain about taking days off from the gym to eat pizza and watch Netflix? I was happy for the days of gay body shaming and relentless workouts to fade into the past. Therefore, when I squeezed the fresh pudge forming around my waist I felt excited to show it off. 

Naked, I pulled up a pair of Speedos in preparation for the pool party later. As my ass had fattened up a bit, they fit a bit more snug than usual. They still looked good though, showing off my healthy bulge in the front and my ass cheeks hanging out just enough in the back. They would certainly do. With that, I took a shower, styled my hair, applied light makeup to a blemish, and called an uber to the party. 

I arrived at Bryan’s infamous pool party wearing short shorts (with my speedo underneath), birkenstocks, a muscle tee that clung a bit to my paunch, and my winning smile. I’d taken some anti anxiety pills and smoked some weed beforehand and was on a good level. The bouncer let me in and I stripped to my skivvies, handing my clothes to the bag check person. I felt a tap on my ass, causing it to jiggle more than usual, and turned around. 

“Looking good there, Logan,” said Brett, a model I’d worked with on a couple of shoots. 

Brett was also looking chunky, bigger than me actually. I was surprised, as I could’ve sworn I’d seen him looking fit last week at the gym. I glanced at the pudge resting around his belly button and gave him a wink. 

“You too bud, see ya around.” 

I headed outside. The backyard was a testosterone-soaked sea of flesh, much of it plump and juicy. I headed to the bar and ordered a Grey Goose and Sprite. Normally, I avoided soda but lately I was incorporating it back into my diet. It was good for the belly and frankly tasted better than vodka and club soda. In addition to my drink, the bartender gave me a shot and a wink which I of course accepted. 

Somehow, I already had to pee and headed to the bathroom. As I was pissing I overheard the host talking to someone. I’d only met Bryan once and was eager to hear what was being said and to whom. 

“Daniel, great to see you Darling,” Bryan gushed. 

Daniel, my brain tried to place the name. I knew a few Daniel’s who were models but this guy sounded older. Daniel Radcliffe? No, too straight. Then it hit me: Daniel Goldman, the producer. I lingered in the toilet room in the hopes of getting one-on-one time with Mr. Goldman.

“Thanks for having me, always a pleasure to attend one of your legendary parties,” Daniel replied. “I will say the boys are looking a little chunky this year. I’m not sure what’s up with that.”

“Oh, haven’t you heard? The kids are all about “body positivity” now, especially with the success of Lizzo and Sawyer. The dad bod is the look du jour for the gay boys, you can’t escape it in West Hollywood, I swear.”

“You’re telling me these boys want to look like my fat ex-boyfriend?” Daniel replied. 

“Well, maybe not that big. But you know, a little squish here and there never hurt. I’m learning to love it-- you gotta keep up with the times.” 

Daniel chuckled. 

“I must get going love, enjoy the party,” Bryan said and departed. 

With that, I waited a few seconds before flushing and heading to the sink. My eyes locked with Daniel and I gave him a charming smile while subtly sticking out my ass. 

“What’s your name cutie?” Daniel smiled. 

“Logan Aaron,” I replied. 

“You have just the jaw line for a supporting role I’m casting,” he softly touched my jaw. “Do you like E?” 

I nodded with seductive eyes and he placed a tablet on my tongue and his business card in the front of my Speedo. With a kiss on the cheek he departed. I snapped a photo of the card, tossed it in the trash, and headed back to the party. 

I made the rounds saying hello to some models I’d worked with and agents that were big in the industry. I killed my drink and ordered another one, doing another shot along with it. I was starting to get bored so I waded into the pool. A cloud of designer cologne blanketed the water, insulating the nearly naked men bopping around to pop music in their swimsuits, their muscles and pudge glistening with fresh spray tans. 

“Logan!” I heard my name shouted. 

I looked around before seeing Paul Carter waving my direction. Paul was a fairly good friend of mine, at least by industry standards, so I headed that direction. I bumped and slid against bodies that were largely indistinguishable to make my way across the pool. The men around me varied only by Speedo color and how many pounds overweight they were. My belly, ass, and bulge inevitably made contact with dude after dude and I actually found myself getting kind of aroused. I finished my drink as I arrived at Paul’s cabana. 

Paul greeted me warmly with a big drunken hug, his belly shockingly large and soft. Paul was a TV actor in a new supernatural show on Hulu where he played a werewolf. I guess weight gain suited the role. I eyed the wad of fat that hung above his Speedo, it was a good twenty pounds thick in and of itself. It looked good on him. Plus, he’d stopped trimming his body hair outright and I could make out how his hairy chest and stomach connected to the pubes curling out around the edges of his Speedo. My eyes grew large with lust. I definitely could get used to this trend. 

Someone put a champagne glass in my hand and Paul passed me a joint. I was beginning to feel loose and lovely as we shot the shit, though I kept getting distracted by how thick Paul was. I hadn’t realized, but he was wearing a thong and his furry ass was covered in cellulite. I wanted to sink my teeth into it. Plus, one of the boys in the cabana was looking seriously sexy. A young twinkish guy, but with a juicy bottom. Tanned and hairless, his legs and apple bottom spread out beneath his slender upper half as he sipped champagne. 

Without notice I smelled something delicious and salty. Seemingly out of nowhere someone arrived with a heaping cart of McDonald’s.

“At long last!” Paul declared. “Thanks bud, will you fetch another round of champagne?” Paul asked the twunky younger man delivering the fast food.

“That’s my assistant,” Paul turned to me and said. “What a snack am I right? I love having an assistant.” 

With that, everyone began digging into the McDonald’s. Properly stoned and buzzed, I joined right in. It was wild to see so many vapid Hollywood gays eating with such abandon. Two years ago this would have been unimaginable. The food was delicious and salty and hit just the right spot. As I chowed down, I eyed the twink in the corner as he inhaled a Big Mac and chicken nuggets. 

“You like that one, huh?” Paul motioned toward the twink. “His name is Raul. He’s new in town. He’s looking for a sugar daddy… You might be able to have some fun before he realizes you’re not rich.” 

I let Paul’s barb slide off my shoulder as I chomped down on my second burger with a burning hunger. Eventually, my tank was full and distended, pushing down at my swimsuit. I killed a glass of champagne in one gulp, and swaggered over to Raul. He was still popping nuggets drenched in ranch into his mouth as I chatted him up. It didn’t take much to catch his attention. I was hot and older and those were the only two things he cared about, besides money. 

A bit of ranch dribbled onto his chest. I scooped it up and placed it in his mouth, his cherry red lips wrapped around my finger. We made small talk and I reclined on the sofa next to him, close enough for him to smell my breath, my bulge nearly touching his fatty thigh. I don’t even know what we were talking about when I gently touched his chin and kissed him on the lips. 

We began to make out, our McDonald’s breath commingling. My hand explored his smooth upper body where I could feel his bones not yet encased in pudge, and then drifted lower. A small pooch clung to his stomach that had grown bloated from the food. When my hand reached his legs I gripped a hearty handful of chub causing him to emit a soft gasp. He then sat up and straddled my lap. As I cupped his rear I discovered his ass was even juicier than I anticipated. It drooped with fat into my palms. I massaged and parted his cheeks through his Speedo as he grinded atop my lap, each of us beginning to get hard. 

I then felt a rush of desire and suddenly our touching became a hundred times more intense. I smacked his ass and shoved my tongue down his throat, completely lost in my senses. This vigorously continued for I god knows how long before I opened my eyes and realized most everyone else was engaged in the same. I was horny beyond all get out and felt like I was going to explode.

I turned Raul on his knees facing away from me so I could get the full view of his bubble butt. Tearing down his Speedo, I managed to produce a wad of spit on his hole. My cock entered him and my vision began to blur. I gripped and slapped his ass, marveling at how it seemed to bounce in slow motion. 

Lost in the fucking, something soft and warm blanketed my back. It was so luxuriously plush I felt like melting into a puddle. Then a mouth, rough with scruff, began kissing my neck and a hand reached forward to grab a handful of Raul’s ass. I recognized the hand as Paul’s just as his erection began poking at my rear. The softness at my back must have been his fat furry dad bod, so I arched my rear for his pleasure. 

Before I knew it, I was in the middle of a train: Paul fucking me fucking Raul. Our bodies, thick with extra weight and swollen from McDonald’s and alcohol, wobbled against one another. We fucked slow and sensuously as I began to lose track of who was who. Everything was squishy and slick with sweat. Our curves blended into one another, bouncing and smacking together like one continuous being. 

An unidentified person approached Raul and began making out with him, eventually pulling him away from my red hot erection. I turned around to make out with Paul. His much larger body was jarring after fucking Raul and a deep desire to bottom overwhelmed me. I sucked his dick for a few minutes before lying on my back missionary style  and guiding him into me. As he thrust inside me his larger belly swayed back and forth, occasionally clapping against my quivering thighs that had grown fatty over the last month. 

With each thrust we came closer to the end of the sofa until my head hung over the edge. I opened my eyes unto an inverted world of overfed men sucking and fucking to their hearts content. My vision electrified by color and wonderment, I realized that the ecstasy Daniel had fed me in the bathroom was in full effect. I moaned loudly and Paul plopped his paw on my chin so I could suck his fingers that still tasted of ketchup and salt. His pace quickened as he began shooting gobs of come inside my ass. 

When he was finished I stood up, Paul’s jizz dripping from me, and headed towards the pool. Paul bid me farewell with a hearty slap on my rounded ass. I came to the edge of the water and stepped in. It had grown murky from the partying. Plastic champagne flutes floated past hamburger buns and designer sunglasses. Every direction I looked there were men fucking, though some were still eating or dancing wildly on drugs. Towards the corner of the pool was the largest orgy of them all, from what I could tell. I gravitated towards it instinctively. 

I knew some of the men, I think. It didn’t really matter. My senses were through the roof as I cupped someone’s ass who was making out with someone else. It was fat and soft and I felt like my hand could sink into it forever. I came closer and joined the makeout session in a three way as I felt someone else exploring my hole. A finger slipped inside and then a face, sucking out Paul’s come. A big bearish man, one of the biggest guys at the party, then intercepted my tongue and we began to makeout. 

I explored his massive curves with my hands and felt particularly excited with the crease created by the overhang of his gut. It was warm and soft and I wanted my face to be there. He must’ve sensed my desire as he directed my head right to that spot. His musky scent assaulted my nose and mouth as I pressed my face against sensuous softness. Bent over, someone’s cock entered my hole and I began seeing stars. 

The water splashed against my eyes as bellies squished against my face. My mouth was full of uncut cock that was also slapping at my cheek. Several hands spanking me, mostly my ass, stinging and swollen. I gripped love handles or ass cheeks while thighs undulated half underwater. There were so many balls, some shaven bare and others hairy. Lots of hair too, floating in the pool and stuck in my mouth. My thick scruff catching on wet hairy bellies that bounced rhythmically in the water to the rhythm of pure of sex. 

We all gripped at flesh, rounded out with fat and slick with pool water. The cellulite dimpling beneath the pressure of our fucking. Water created suction sounds and occasionally suffocated the senses. The sheer power of strong large men, well fed men, fucking with vigor sent waves through swollen overfed bodies that reverberated back into the water. The macho kinetic energy of sex traversed the mass of writhing men as a cacophony of deep grunts, low moans, and expletives filled the air. Occasionally the sound of orgasm could be heard as hands clamped down on meaty muscle and fat, come slipping from hole to mouth to water. 

~

My head pounded like I’d been hit by a bus. I was sprawled on my back on the floor of some room in some mansion, my head resting on someone’s oversized butt like a pillow. I sat up, my vision spinning. I was completely nude with dried come on my chest and some bruises on my legs. Dizzy, I stood up and wandered through the house ‘til I found a sink. I dumped a nearby glass of booze and filled it up with water, then chugged. 

I avoided the mirror and wandered around some more until I found a bathroom with a shower. I cleaned myself up as some guy on the ground stirred. As I dried myself off the other guy lapped water from the spout. I found some shorts on the ground and a pretty nice T-shirt and threw them on. As I searched for the exit I realized I lost my phone. 

I found some guy passed out on some couch and slipped the phone from his pocket. I unlocked it with his face ID and called myself an uber. I also ordered a pizza to be delivered to my house. I was so starving I felt like I could eat for days. Looking around at the naked bodies sprawled throughout the home, bloated with booze and food and come, growing fat from overindulgence, I realized that I probably should eat for days. Every dude was thick beyond belief and, I could personally attest, seriously fucking sexy.