The Former Soccer Player - Part 5

Kevin groaned as I pushed my face as deep into his sweaty, hairy crotch as I could. He was hiding an extra inch or two under all that flab, making him just long enough to hit the back of my throat, but he was thick enough that I’d risk lockjaw if I kept this position for too long.

Not that it really concerned me all that much. I want this fat boy’s cum, and I wanted it bad.

I reached as far around both humongous thighs as far as I could and started ramming my face into his crotch over and over again, my nose buried deep in hairy flesh every time I did. I got into a rhythm, inhaling on each backward swing of my skull, and Kevin started to gently meet each of my thrusts with his own. But even gentle thrusts with 500 lbs behind them felt like getting my face slapped by a fleshy freight train.

After a minute or so I was wondering if my plan was such a good idea. Kevin’s thrusting was picking up, and I was certain I’d give myself a concussion if he went any harder. But then he reached down, pressed my head as far into his groin as it could go, and filled my throat with his second load of the evening.

If the first load had emptied his balls even slightly, I couldn’t tell. I just kept swallowing as though my life depended on it--which in a way, it kinda did since I wasn’t coming up for air any time soon. I gulped and gulped, feeling Kevin’s massive body shudder around me, his belly resting on my head and his thighs quivering as pleasure wracked his enormous form.

“Fuck,” he said and then finally released my head. I popped off his groin and fell to the floor, gasping for air.

“Sorry man,” Kevin said, bending over to help pick me up. “You okay?”

“Never better,” I sputtered as he picked me up. As I got to my feet, Kevin kept hauling until my lips once again smashed against his with his tongue immediately finding its way down my throat.

We made out for another few moments until I felt him tugging down my underpants, my leaky dick springing up to hit Kevin in his soft underbelly. “This needs to be taken care of,” he announced, and then picked me up in a bear hug, carried me bodily through his apartment, and unceremoniously dumped me on his bed.  

I didn’t have much time to note the change in scenery before Kevin was on top of me, straddling my waist and with both knees under my armpits. I’m completely surrounded by his massive thighs and the enormous, dangling belly hanging just above my face. I reach up to touch it but he grabs my hands and brings them up to cup his near-pendulous breasts before dragging them down over his soft, moist skin.

I feel every roll, every gentle curve. My hands sink into his flesh at times ever so slightly and gently follow his contours. Eventually, our enclasped hands reach his belly where he mashes them into the most yielding part of him, sinking deep into Kevin’s buttery softness.

Then he slams both our hands to the bed above me and leans forward so he’s on all fours, his entire body surrounding me, smothering me. My face is covered in his chest and belly. I can’t breathe, but I don’t care.

After a few moments, he raises back up onto his knees to see my red and smiling face.