CURVES (Part 1) By Shakesbear
Working on the roads was not the most satisfying of jobs. I'd get picked up at half seven every morning and driven to the depo. In our teams, we'd collect the equipment for the day and head out. Usually I was given the driller and would spend most of the morning drilling through tarmac. The one plus of the heavy equipment was that it gives the shoulders and torso a good work out and as a result I've grown from a short-arsed eighteen year old and into a stocky thirty-eight year old. People don't mess with me much anymore, and if they do, they don't come back for more.
Everyone else at my depo, as far as I knew, was straight. I liked a bit of both. When I was a lad, I always enjoyed the sight of big women. All those curves, those nooks and crannies that skinny girls just don't have. And there was something about humping a big woman that was more satisfying to me. Perhaps it was a size thing. Being smaller and fucking a great big fat bird gave an added sense of achievement.
It wasn't until about a year ago that I started branching out into a bit of the other. Working on the pavements one day, I saw a big lad waddling past. He was probably only about nineteen or so but he was as big as a bus. He made my current girlfriend look skinny in comparison and she was a big girl. He made his way past me and gave me the once over. It was a hot day, a real scorcher, and I'd taken my hi-vis vest off. He practically licked his lips. He disappeared into the small block of flats I was working outside of. For the rest of the day I kept thinking about the look he had given me. My imagination began to work overtime and I thought about what it would be like to hump a fat lad. I supposed it wouldn't be much different from shagging a fat bird.
Later that week, the guy on the digger struck a water pipe. It gushed up like a fountain, splattering the tarmac and pavement all around. The weather was still roasting and the rest of the road crew took the opportunity to muck about under the falling water. But I had to go around all the local residents and tell them that they wouldn't have any water for a few hours. Most people didn't mind too much but a few took the opportunity to complain as if I was a representative of the water company or something. After an hour of earache, I knocked on the last door. No one answered at first and I was just turning to go when the door opened. Out rushed a man in a very expensive suit. He looked like a politician or something. He didn't stop to chat, and pushed passed me on his way to the shiny BMW in the car park outside the flats. I realised that this wasn't his flat and turned back to the doorway which was now full of the fat lad that I had clocked earlier in the week. He recognised me and gave me that look again. I felt something pull inside of me, an urge, a need.
He asked me in for a glass of water, saying I looked thirsty. I gladly followed him into the shade of the flat. It was decorated quite luxuriously: big settees, thick carpet, huge TV. I whistled and asked what he did to be able to afford all this. He smiled and told me he was a very talented individual. He had nice brown eyes that looked squarely in mine. It was a bit unnerving at first, as though he could tell what I was thinking. His lips were very pink and full, like a girl's lips. I couldn't stop myself imagining kissing them.
I thought of the hurried man in the suit and I put two and two together. I asked him what kind of talent. He moved close towards me, pinning me to the kitchen counter, his belly pushing against my flat stomach. I was already aroused. His hands felt me through the thick material of the dusty jeans I was wearing. I clutched the counter behind me as he dropped heavily to his knees, opened my fly and took my stiffening dick in his warm, wet mouth. Before I could even really comprehend what was happening I could feel myself slipping under the power of his inquisitive tongue.
I blew my load after only a couple of minutes, pulling out of his mouth and letting my spunk squirt across his pretty face. He licked it all up, gobbling down the thick seed.
Getting himself up again, he told me that this was a freebie, and to come back on Friday at five o'clock with £150 if I wanted the whole workout.
Flustered and a little embarrassed, I stumbled out of his apartment and went back out into the sunshine, unsure if I had just daydreamed the whole incident.
But I went back to his flat on Friday, at five on the dot, a fist full of notes in my hand.
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My hands flowed over his curves: he guided my left palm to his right breast whilst my right continued to grab handfuls of him. His mouth was moist and welcomed the invasion of my tongue. It met his and we moved them against each other, tasting and exploring. I smoothed my left hand over his pert tit, the bud of the nipple had appeared. I made a fist and rubbed the backs of my clenched fingers against it, feeling it quickly harden against my hairy fingers. My other hand found the side of his soft belly. He was so pliable and tactile, his flesh hot and smooth.
So preoccupied was I that I barely noticed that his fingers were busy with the buttons of my shirt. He was eager for me to join his nakedness and suddenly, I was too. My clothes were a barrier to feeling his skin against me. I helped him with the last of the buttons and he pulled the shirt down from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Suddenly our bodies collided, his softer, pinker frame pressing against my harder, hairier body. He liked the contrast, pulling me in for another kiss, his fingers raking through my chest hair and up to my beard. I held him in my arms, my fingers lightly skirting over the fleshy pads on his back and the warm folds of his chest and belly. Both nipples had wrinkled into erectness and I pulled myself from his welcoming mouth and took each nub in my mouth, sucking hard, then nibbling, ever so lightly, on his teats. He cradled my head and moaned. I wasn't expecting them to be so sensitive. Women I'd been with sometimes like their tits sucked, but this boy was loving the attention of my mouth. I used my fingers on one nipple whilst suckling on the other, finding the points that ache with pleasure.
Hungry for more, I pushed him back onto the bed. I kissed his belly, trailing downwards to my goal. I was apprehensive as I pulled his chubby legs apart. I wasn't very interested in dicks, apart from my own, but I wanted to see what he looked like. I then lifted the heavy drape of flesh and found my objective beneath a roll of fat. His cock, beautifully small and red, was already hard, the skin tight behind the helmet. It was like a woman's clitoris but large and swollen. Enchanted, I took the treasure in my mouth and tasted the salty promise of fresh semen.
His moans were appreciative and encouraging as I pushed my lips around his cock and sucked on him, my tongue easily circling the red head, enveloping him, devouring him. I used my tongue on him as girls had used theirs on mine. His murmurs confirmed that I was doing it right. With both hands I pressed the flesh back from his length, exposing a short shaft, my mouth working the entire extent of his beautiful phallus. His hands rested on my bald head but then pulled me back up. He wanted to be kissed again and I clambered on top of him, my mouth flavoured with his precum. His body was a soft cushion beneath me, my harder body moulding, melting into his. His hands grabbed at my body, stroking the thick hair on my chest, then reaching around to my hairy shoulder-blades, pulling me against him tighter. Then down my body, his chubby fingers slipping under my boxers to paw at my solid buttocks. I motioned slow deliberate thrusts against him and his mouth responded with renewed vigour, his tongue lashing against mine wildly.
My erection, heavy and swollen, stretched the material of my boxers and slipped through the flap, prodding against his warm belly. His hand reached for it, the chubby, soft fingers circling the head of my penis and tugging on the foreskin. His mouth swallowed my moan.
I rolled off him, telling him I wanted to taste his cunt. Obligingly, he manoeuvred onto his front and pulled his knees forward. His crack hung open and I pulled the wobbling pads of flesh apart to get at his puckered hole. Wrinkled and pink, I took my tongue to it, a gobbet of spit sliding from my tongue and lashing against the anus. I licked and slurped noisily, rubbing my short scratchy beard against his soft unsullied skin. Buried between his buttocks, I could just make out some appreciative noises as my tongue prodded him with short, wet stabs. I wanted to eat that hole for hours but my dick longed for his touch again, the erection almost painfully swelled with lust for him. I thought of letting him suck it, as he had done before but I knew I would not last long with his persuasive, skilful mouth wrapped around my purple knob.
I rubbed his wet slit with my fingers, burrowing inside him with my hairy middle finger. Different to a pussy, his internal muscles gripped me with a strength that surprised me. The strange texture of his internal flesh sent a powerful surge of longing through me and I could wait no longer.
Briskly, I pulled my foreskin back tight behind my helmet, spat on my hand and slicked it over my dick. He turned his head back slightly to look at me, his expression as hungry as mine. I pulled his trunk-like legs from under him so he was laying down flat. His arse, wide and trembling slightly with anticipation, was laid out in front of me. He pulled at his own buttocks, making sure the bud of his arsehole was accessible. I clambered onto the bed behind him, positioning my legs on either side of his.
Penetrating him was a beautiful experience. The muscular ring of his anus gave way to the barb of my penis and then the exquisite feeling as I pushed into his tight hole, tighter than any cunt I'd had before. He winced slightly as I pushed the last inch into him so I paused for a minute to let his hole adjust. I could feel his tunnel moulding against me like wax. I kept up the pressure with my hips, until his passage had succumbed to its invader, letting him grip lightly with his internal muscles. Feeling the push of expulsion, I pulled out a little, but then thrust back in hard, pushing against the false reluctance of his rectum. The tightness of his hole was sheer bliss. The slide of my knob against his red walls sent awkward pleasures through my body and, spitting down onto his stretched hole, I pushed in more saliva to ease the process. I lay on top of him, his warm back and comfy buttocks and thighs a fleshy cushion beneath me. His anal muscles worked around my dick, the more he pushed, the more I dug in, creating a lovely pressure on my hardness.
I brought my legs back between his, pushing them apart. He pulled himself up on his chubby arms, curving his back. His buttocks, two globes of fat, quivered with the slightest movement. He was ready. I grabbed handfuls of flesh and began to fuck him. He moaned with contentment, meeting my thrusts and pushing against my dick. The harder he pushed, the harder my thrusts inside him. His warm cunt, tacky with my spit, polished my bell-end. As we fucked, our bodies collided with a soft noise as his yielding flesh met the harder musculature of my frame. Holding the flesh on the small of his back, I felt like a sturdy boar pleasuring a hugely fat sow. Our noises were animalistic, words lost in primal groans. Poking my long dick into him, I marvelled at the site of this moving mound of a man. It seemed strange that something so big and unwieldy could have such a taut orifice.
The pleasure was almost painful. Some thrusts resulted in a strange blanket of intense feeling that was too intense to be sustainable or to be endured. I thrust into him wildly and blindly, my mind clouded with lust. I could feel the orgasm brush past my penis, as though it was tangible and somehow inside both of us. It was like a magnet, a force between us that could snap together at any moment. But I had to keep chasing it. Thought drifted away and I became a thing of pure feeling. My hands sensed the warmth of his beautiful curvy body and the juddering of his body as it was kept in constant movement with my thrusts. His thighs slapped against my hairy legs. I could feel sweat coursing down my chest and back. The texture of the bedspread under my knees. All my other senses were obscured. If he cried out, I wouldn't have heard him. We were vessels of pleasure.
My eyes were tightly closed, my brow furrowed with intense concentration as I pictured the orgasm. Every thrust brought me slightly closer and I chased it with intensity, my hips slamming against him, my dick pounding his passage. Even as I fucked him, I imagined him: the boyish smooth face, his big pink lips, the curve under his chin, the beautiful breasts and large, womanish nipples, the vast belly and the cavity of his belly button, his small, precious penis tucked beneath and his large testicles, tight against his body. He was a beautiful image and I could hardly believe that I was riding him now, that it was his body I felt tremble, his flesh I held in my hands, his hole I was filling with my proud, stiff dick.
And then I could feel the orgasm, just out of reach, but I could sense it. With slow, methodical thrusts I edged towards it, impaling him deep onto my spear, concentrating on the incredible sensations of his tight, powerful arsehole as it slid over my large smooth helmet and down the veiny hard stem. He pushed back onto me, knowing I was near, gripping my dick like a milkmaid's hand on a cow's silken udder.
And then it came, flooding through me like a sweet poison. I could feel every millimetre of my penis as it jerked and pulsed inside him with eight distinct jolts as hot semen spewed from me and into his bowels. But the pleasure continued for a few moments more, my mind a blank white of nil thoughts and a million sensations. A hot glow of pleasure filtered through the tip of my penis and warmed my entire body for a few seconds.
I was still, utterly fulfilled. I idled inside him, my dick softening. After a minute or so, I felt the force of his muscles as he pushed against me. My penis slowly slid out, it's skin wet with mucus and seed. Holding the exposed inches between thumb and index finger, I tugged my helmet from him. Behind it dribbled the white ejaculate. It coursed down his crack and onto the wrinkled skin of his balls. Bending down, I licked him clean. I lay down on the bed and slipped my head between his chunky thighs. My mouth found his hardness. He grunted above me as my tongue slithered around the glans and my lips pushed and pulled the skin of his short shaft. I buried myself between his legs, working the penis until he cried out, pushing himself against my face. Warm spurts of runny semen hit the back of my throat and I gobbled them down eagerly.
Unfastening my lips from his dainty dick, I heaved him over on to his back and scrabbled up the bed for a warm spermy kiss, his tongue buried in my mouth, hungry for the taste as my hands roamed over his curves.