I spotted him across the dim bar, a big-bellied bear in a tight black tank that barely contained his heavy gut. My own chubby frame was already sweating under my shirt, thick thighs rubbing together as I pushed through the crowd. He caught my eye and grinned, rubbing one meaty paw over his round belly before nodding toward the back hallway. No words needed. I followed, my cock already half-hard and straining against my jeans.
The backroom was cramped, just a couch and a dim bulb. He was on me fast, both of us big guys pressing together, bellies mashing soft and warm. His hands grabbed my love handles hard. Fuck, youre thick, he growled, voice low and rough. He yanked my shirt up and buried his face in my chest, sucking on one nipple while his fingers dug into my soft sides. I moaned and reached for his crotch, feeling the thick bulge there. I squeezed it through his pants and felt it throb.
He shoved me onto the couch and dropped to his knees, grunting with the effort of his own size.
His mouth found my zipper and he tugged my jeans down, freeing my fat cock. It slapped against my belly. He didnt waste time. He swallowed me deep, lips stretching around the shaft while his tongue worked the underside. One hand reached up to grip my heavy balls, rolling them, while the other slid between my thick thighs to press at my hole. I spread my legs wider, letting my chubby ass hang off the edge of the couch.
Eat that dick, I muttered, pushing my hips up. He took it all the way, nose pressing into the soft fat above my cock. Spit ran down my shaft and over my balls. He pulled off only to spit on my hole and shove two thick fingers inside without warning. I hissed at the stretch, but it felt good, that raw burn turning hot fast. He finger-fucked me deep while sucking my cock again, his own belly resting on the floor as he worked.
I pulled him up after a minute. My turn, big guy. He stood and dropped his pants. His cock was thick and veiny, curved up toward his gut. I got on my knees and took him in, gagging a little on the girth but pushing through. He tasted salty, precum leaking steady. I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of his fat ass, spreading the cheeks and rubbing his hole with a thumb. He grunted and started thrusting into my mouth, using my face while his belly bounced against my forehead.
We switched fast after that. He bent me over the arm of the couch, my belly squishing against the cushions. He spat on my hole again, lined up, and shoved in. The stretch was intense, that thick cock forcing my chubby ass open. He didnt go slow. He fucked hard from the start, hips slapping against my soft cheeks, making them jiggle. Each thrust pushed my gut forward and made my own cock swing between my legs. I reached down and jerked myself while he pounded me.
Fuck yeah, take that dick, he snarled, gripping my love handles for leverage. His fingers sank into the fat as he pulled me back onto him. The room filled with the wet sound of his cock driving into my hole and the slap of skin on skin. Sweat ran down my back and between my cheeks. He reached around and grabbed my belly, shaking it while he fucked me, then slid lower to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts.
I came first, shooting thick ropes onto the couch while he kept pounding. My hole clenched around him and he growled louder. He pulled out, spun me around, and pushed me to my knees again. Open up. I did, and he jerked his cock over my face, unloading hot cum across my tongue and lips. Some landed on my chin and dripped onto my chest. He rubbed the head through the mess, smearing it.
We stayed there a minute, both breathing hard, bellies rising and falling. Then he pulled me up and we kissed messy and deep, tasting each other. He grabbed my ass again, squeezing the soft flesh. Round two at my place? he asked, already tucking his cock away. I nodded, still tasting his cum. We straightened our clothes and walked out together, two thick guys who knew exactly what we wanted and how to take it.
