The Fat Parlor - Part 3

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I felt dizzy. It was probably the weed, or the chubby fingers stroking my dick, or the fact that I probably forgot to breathe during that makeout session. Or maybe it was all three. But then I felt Guy lift up my shirt and run his tongue down my chest, causing me to inhale so sharply that he stopped for a moment just to make sure I was alright. 

The direction his head moved was unmistakable, and soon I felt his tongue run around the base of my shaft before running up and down in slow, languid licks. For a moment he just gently kissed my crown before he took the entire head in his mouth and sucked me, hard. I gasped again and squirmed, but Guy shifted on the bed so that his weighty body kept my legs completely still. Then he dropped his head to my groin and sucked up my cock in one fell swoop.

I am not particularly small down there. In fact, I’d say I’m even above average, but Guy had a mouth that just kept going no matter how far I felt myself slide into it. Not only that, it didn’t seem like he needed to breathe. He held me in his maw for what felt like hours but was probably just a minute. 

Finally he came up for air, his lungs sucking in so much gas that I felt the pressure in the room change. I guess it made sense for a big man to have big lung capacity too, but like a whale he just dove right back down as soon as he’d filled himself with oxygen. 

I grabbed his head and ground myself into the back of his throat. He didn’t gag. All he did was moan around my shaft, and it felt amazing. I humped his face, his chubby cheeks the perfect padding as I drove myself as deep as I could go, and still it seemed like he was begging for more. 

It was then I realized why Guy had gotten into this line of work. The man was clearly insatiable, his appetite for food only matched by an appetite for sex. 

The thought was so appealing that I spontaneously came down his throat.

To be fair, I probably had simply ignored the telltale signs that normally precede my orgasm. I blame the weed. But on the plus side, Guy deep-throated my dick and sucked me dry, the muscles of his throat massaging every ounce of jizz I had in me. 

Describing this orgasm in words wouldn’t do it justice. I’d never cum as hard or as long as I did in that moment. Stars exploded behind my eyes. A fireball of ecstasy was burning in my loins and was burning everything from the waist down. Minutes later I opened my eyes surprised to see the smiling face of a very fat man rather than the charred remains of one. 

“Well that was fast,” Guy commented.

“Sorry.” 

“It’s fine,” he replied. “Sometimes it’s better to get the first one out of the way. Now you can return the favor.”

Guy got up off the bed, and in a single movement undid his belt buckle and dropped his pants to the floor. He wasn’t wearing boxers or briefs--just a leather thong that left very little to the imagination. In fact, one of his hefty balls had already escaped the tiny pouch and was dangling freely. 

“Oh, that guy always gets loose,” he said. Then he hefted up his gut and slipped a hand beneath the deep crevice where it hung over his waist. Somewhere in there was the leather strap that held the thong on--I couldn’t see where it was, but Guy’s movement was just as efficient as when he undid his belt. A moment later and his hand came away with the undone strap, peeling the thong from his bounteous skin and causing both balls to tumble free.

It also revealed a hard and leaking cock that was just visible beneath his belly and encroaching fat pad. I could mostly only make out the head as it peaked through the thickly folded foreskin, but it looked to me like there was likely a lot more buried beneath his excess. 

His balls though… those were clearly visible. They hung halfway to his knees in a sac that would be right at home carrying groceries from the store, only far more flesh-toned. And hairy--his groin was just as fur-covered as the rest of him, his balls only slightly less so.

But Guy wasn’t done. Noticing how enraptured I was with his lower half, Guy put on a show of removing his tight sleeveless shirt, peeling it off his torso in much the same way as he did the leather thong. Only even more slowly, more sensually, each square inch of flesh its own feature to be savored. 

Eventually, Guy’s tits came tumbling out in a similar performance. They were large, but not quite as pendulous as his testicles, instead possessing a certain perkiness despite their obvious heft.

Tossing the shirt aside, Guy stood there fully naked. Despite having cum just moments ago, I’d never felt harder. He was breathtakingly huge, his soft skin flawless, his rolls and folds perfectly complimenting his size. And best of all, he was obviously excited for me to worship at his altar.

“Come get it,” he said. It was all I needed.