The Former Soccer Player - Part 3

It didn’t take long to get to Kevin’s apartment. It was a small building without an elevator, which treated me to the view of Kevin’s enormous ass cheeks swaying to and fro as he huffed his way up a flight of stairs. His movements were hypnotic, and I didn’t even notice as he stopped at the very top to catch his breath. I slammed into his backside with my face planting in his sweaty ass crack.

He barely moved at the impact. I might’ve heard a chuckle, but my head was buried in too much ass to notice. Or care.

I stumbled the rest of my way up the stairs as Kevin unlocked a nearby door. I followed him in a few steps behind and closed the door behind me, only to turn around and watch as Kevin slowly removed his sweat-stained shirt.

The moment was breathtaking. First was his pale, sagging belly, hanging well over his belt line almost to his crotch, a reflective sheen covering the smooth skin from his earlier exertions. As he continued to raise his arms removing the garment, he revealed a pair of majestic man-mamories with tits practically the size of my fist. A light sprinkling of hair covered them from the deep crevice they formed over Kevin’s billowing belly all the way up to his neck.

Or rather, the part of Kevin’s chest where it connected to his massive double chin. He struggled to remove the shirt for a moment as his chubby cheeks formed a sort of plug for the neck of his shirt to catch, but with enough force Kevin managed to get it removed and flung it over the side of the room. His entire body jiggled for a moment as he stood there with hands on his hips, displaying himself almost proudly.

“I take it you’re sort of into all this?”

I didn’t reply. I stalked forward without a word and immediately wrapped my hands as far around his sweaty torso as I could, then brought his face down so I could devour it. He bearhugged me in response, and I sank into his ocean of flesh like the horniest Titanic.

My own shirt became soaked in his sweat within minutes, but I was beyond caring. We made out for what seemed like hours. At some point he helped me out of my own shirt, and I vaguely recall digging under his gut looking for the waistband of his shorts. He seemed to enjoy my frustration and how much I needed to force back his advancing tide of fat just to find purchase.

Finally, he sucked in his belly just long enough for me to hook my thumbs around the waistband and yank them down, leaving him standing there in his tighty-whities. They might as well have been a parachute for their size, or nonexistent for how they stuck to his ass and thighs like a second skin.

Kevin didn’t have nearly as much of a challenge: he simply tugged my shorts over my bubble butt, and they fell to the ground on their own. We both giggled at how different our respective efforts for disrobing were before we became lip-locked once more.

At some point, my groping began to direct itself downward from Kevin’s juicy tits and delectable belly to the hot, moist depths below. Feeling my questing hand, Kevin widened his stance somewhat so that I could really explore the sauna between his massive thighs.