CURVES (Part 3) By Shakesbear
There was a new face at the depot that morning. The site manager had dragged along his stepson for a week of work experience. He could not have been more than seventeen but he was as fat as a lord. His t shirt stretched over his body, barely covering his vast belly. An overhang of white flesh hung below, and his jeans, a size too small, clung tightly to the curve of his young arse. The cleft of his buttocks was visible above his belt. His face was cute: a snub nose, a dimple in his chin accentuated by blonde stubble, and a nice double chin that wobbled seductively when he talked. Gavin, his stepfather, wanted to toughen up the lad with some hard graft for a week, show him what the world of work was really like. "The lazy fuck spends all his time on his fat arse staring at his computer", Gavin moaned quietly, embarrassed by his lump of a stepson. I licked my lips, thinking that I'd like to spend all my time in his fat arse. It was not even nine in the morning and he was busy eating a sausage roll, reading a tabloid. "Get him some overalls," Gavin said, leaving us in the portacabin alone. The lad looked up nervously from his newspaper.
I went to the cupboard and fished him out some overalls and a fluorescent yellow vest , throwing them on his lap, crumpling the newspaper in his hands.
"Oi," he yelped, "I was reading that!"
"Get those on," I ordered. Annoyed, he went about trying on the dark blue overalls.
"They won't fit," he groaned, patting his tummy.
"Too many sausage rolls," I quipped. "Take the jeans off."
Sulkily, he did so, revealing a set of red briefs, his little cock and big balls clearly visible through the stretched material. His thighs wobbled as he hopped about, trying to get the overalls on over his stocky legs. He managed to squeeze himself in, though the poppers down the front of the overalls kept bursting open, letting his belly spill out. The hi-viz jacket became a shrunken waistcoat on his bulky frame.
Gavin was right that the lad was lazy. He spent as much time as possible sitting down, and kept asking when the next break was. His pockets were full of sweets and he was always gobbling them down when he thought no one was watching. That week we were placing a new fence along a main road, out in the countryside. The road snaked alongside dense woodland on one side and fields full of pigs on the other. The other men took the piss out of the boy, comparing him to the fat, lazy sows in the fields, and oinking at him when he waddled past. He seemed oblivious to it and would quite happily munch his way through a couple of pasties and a baguette at lunchtime. His appetite was impressive. I would watch him eat and feel myself become aroused as he devoured the food of three men. He would catch me looking at him sometimes and would smile a little. I knew what that smile meant.
Late afternoon on Friday and the fence was completed. The other lads went back to the depot to clean all the equipment. I was left with the boy to tidy up the site, gather up the traffic cones, sweeping up the debris. I did most of the work myself as the lad sat in the van, listening to the radio. I felt myself become more and more annoyed by him. I was sweating away, doing the clean up by myself as this fat lazy boy sat on his arse.
My anger was confused by arousal. Fridays were my special day. After work I always went to my appointment with my chubby whore. He'd be waiting for me, vast and naked on his bed, waiting for me to arrive and plunge into him, fucking away all my stresses and anger that had built up over the week. Working on the roads was hard graft and I had a short fuse. Seeing the chub was my one release, loosing myself in his soft body. I looked at my watch. I was late already. The chub insisted on punctuality. He had other clients to attend. I swept furiously, feeling the anger build inside me. The fat work experience boy was drumming the fingers of one hand impatiently on the dashboard of the van whilst the other hand was stuffing a donut into his fat mouth. Something snapped inside of me. I threw the broom down and approached the van. I opened the door of the van and dragged the boy out. Donuts bounced on the tarmac.
"What are you doing?" he spluttered. I pushed him up against the van, shoving his face against the window. I pinned him there and started calling him every name I could think of. My anger had pushed through into full blown arousal. I could feel the wobbly softness of his body through the overalls as I leaned my hard body against him. The round globe of his arse pushed back into my groin and found the bulge in my groin. Frightened, the lad struggled helplessly as I began to rub myself against him.
"I'm going to fuck you, boy," I told him. "I'm going to fuck some sense into you. Your fat arse needs a good hiding."
He whimpered something inaudible. I felt under his belly and found his stubby erection pressing against his overalls.
"You dirty fat bastard," I said rubbing his cock through the material. He whimpered again but then took me by surprise. A swift elbow to my stomach winded me and sent me falling backwards. The lad was making a run for it, clambering over our newly constructed fence and disappearing into the dark woods. Laughing a little, I got to my feet, knowing the boy would not be able to out run me. Calmly, I locked up the van and then started after him. His footprints led into the forest and I gently jogged after him, my cock still painfully hard. After a few hundred yards the prints stopped. I looked about, bemused, but heard the snap of a twig a moment too late. A blunt force struck my head and I tumbled to the floor. The fat fuck had smashed me with a branch. As I got to my feet this time, I was not laughing. I touched my head and felt the stickiness of blood. He was messing with the wrong man. The stupid fuck was running further into the woods but still had his hi-viz vest on, and I could see the fluorescent flashing in the near distance.
"I'm going to get you, boy," I shouted after him, "and when I do, I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to sit down."
He started up a steep bank, clinging onto the trunks of trees, trying to haul himself up. But the ground was slippery with autumn leaves and he was struggling. I waited at the bottom of the bank, biding my time. One of the branches he reached for snapped in his hand and sent him off balance and tumbling back down the bank. Over and over he rolled, his hi-viz vest somehow torn from his body and his overalls ripped. He lay in a heap at the bottom of the bank, panting and whimpering feebly.
Laughing I went to him. He was not going anywhere. The fat fuck needed to learn his lesson. My cock was still hard in my overalls. I undid the poppers one by one as he looked on, half terrified, half intrigued. Unleashed, my cock sprang out, its blunt head peeping through the foreskin. I took it in hand and with a little concentration managed to force myself to piss. The hot urine arched out of my cock's eye and splattered over the exhausted lad. His soggy overalls steamed in the cold air as my golden liquid bathed him. The boy could barely offer a sob of protest, and took his punishment silently. I looked down at him and smiled at the sight of his dampened clothes. His t shirt and become slightly translucent and I could see the dark patches of his nipples, like two pence coins.
"Let's get those wet things of you," I said. "You've been a very naughty pig," I told him. He nodded slowly. I pulled him to his feet. "If you try and run again, Piggy, I will catch you and your punishment will be much, much worse. Do you understand?" He nodded again, miserably.
I pulled the tattered overalls off his back, ripping the material down the seams and right off his body, leaving him in his damp wet t shirt and his red pants. His stubby little cock was still shamefully erect. He tried to cover it with his hands but I slapped them away.
"What a dirty little pig you are," I teased. I reached out and weighed his package in my hand. He looked up into my eyes and I saw only submission.
I bundled him over to a large tree log and settled myself down on it, pulling him face down, across my lap. My erection prodded the side of his white belly. Like an excited child at Christmas, I unwrapped his arse, pulling the red pants down onto his thighs. Roughly, I pinned one arm behind his back, whilst my free hand explored his mountainous bum.
His buttocks were hairless and soft, except for a small patch of light fuzz at the top of his crack. I felt the warm pink cheeks with my hand, kneading the flesh, then without a warning I slapped him hard across his left cheek. A red handprint appeared almost immediately, bright against the pale, goosepimpled skin. I marvelled at it for a moment before adding a symmetrical print to the right buttock. He cried out for a moment but I twisted his arm a little and reduced him to whimpers once more. I smacked him again, slightly harder, watching his body wobble, his fat rippling like jelly. Every smack brought with it a little cascade of wobbles and I was mesmerised by them, pummelling his cheeks with my palm until they glowed an inviting shade of red. I eased my assault on his buttocks and began to investigate what lay between them. I freed his arm and was pleased that he made no attempt to escape. My other hand buried beneath his arse and found his big dangling bollocks. I enjoyed the feel of his eggsized balls in their velvety sack and I pulled them down, away from his body locking my fingers round the loose skin between, holding him in place.
"Spit on my hand, piggy!" I ordered, covering his mouth with my hand. He complied and provided a thick gobbet of saliva. I fingered it into the cleft of his rump, letting it coat and oil my curious fingers. His cunt was a beautiful wrinkle of muscle, like hard pursed lips. With a sharp stab, I opened his ring with my slimy thumb, feeling the tightness within. He gasped and his anus pushed against my digit, trying to expel me. I smacked his arse harshly and tugged on his ball sack.
"None of that! Be a good pig!" I covered his mouth again and he offered up his greasy spit. I replace my thumb with two fingers, squeezing him open, loosening the anus, pushing the spit inside him.
"You're ready, fatty," I said smacking those cheeks again.
I bent him over the log, his reddened arse up in the air, his big pink balls dangling between his soft thighs. I licked my lips and shrugged off my overalls. I took my cock in hand and pulled back the foreskin over my flared helmet, squeezing a pearl of precum out of my little slit.
"Brace yourself, fat boy," I warned. He made a noise like a sob but kept put. I parted his legs roughly and pressed my hard knob against his rumpled slot. The little bastard had tightened up! I thrusted against him, trying to force my way in, but his anus had clamped down.
"Let me in, fucker!" I warned him, as my cockhead slipped over his hole again. "Get that hole open, you fat little fucker!" The boy was choking back tears.
"Stop crying, you dirty pig!" I said and savagely smacked his rump again. That loosened him up at last and his arsehole began to unfurl. Holding my cock firmly behind my helmet, I pushed into his tightness, feeling it envelop me, feeling him surrender to my will. He cried out as my barbed head popped in and my shaft began to stretch him out. I took hold of his belly handles roughly and enjoyed the sensation of my cock penetrating his tight cunt.
"Oh yeah, piggy! That's fucking awesome." The reluctant tightness of his passage was bliss and sent spasms of pleasure through my body making my knees tremble. I began to fuck him with short, hard strokes, letting my cockhead grind against his rectal walls. The pig grunted as I took him, his fat body wobbling from the force of my thrusts. I spat down on my shaft to slicken its progress and began to fuck him deep. I pushed his legs back together, increasing the snugness of his hole and causing my ball sack to thwack against the back of his fat thighs as I took him. The smell of my piss still lingered on his skin. I breathed it in. It gave me a sense of ownership, like a dog that has marked its territory. The boy looked over his shoulder at me, a dark glint of pain mixed with pleasure in his eyes. He was responding to my thrusts now, pushing back his arse a little to meet the oncoming strokes.
"How many other men have you let fuck you, piggy?" I asked, still thrusting my meat up into his guts.
"Only a couple," he replied breathlessly.
"Tell me!" I ordered, smacking his rump again.
"No!" he said, pushing his buttocks back, his cheeks a cushion against my pelvis.
"Tell me!" I demanded, leaning over him and slapping the side of his face.
"I won't!" he declared, knowing that I would only fuck him harder for his insolence. The little pig was beginning to enjoy himself. Annoyed, I tugged my dick out of him and took a moment to appreciate the gape of his pussy. It took a lot of will power not to just bury myself back inside that ass as it wobbled invitingly in the evening air but I wanted to see his face as I took him. I gruffly turned him over on the log and swivelled him around. I straddled the thick oak trunk and lifted the porker's feet up onto my shoulders. My hard, slippery cock head nudged against his open slot. With just a little movement of my hips I was back inside him, sinking my own thick trunk inside his gaping hole. He stared up at me, his eyes full of lust and defiance. I grabbed his ankles, pulling his legs wide apart, and fucked him harder than I'd ever fucked before. He cried out, but I slapped his face and grabbed him around the neck, stifling his noise. The force of my body slamming against him caused his fat to ripple enticingly again, his tits jiggling. I felt so powerful, using all the strength in my body to smash into his boy pussy.
I looked down to his groin: his little dick jutted out from his body; the bell-end hard and red; his balls nestling tightly in their sack. If he'd been a good boy, I'd have let him feel my tongue wrap around him. I'd developed a taste for cum since my Friday night sessions with the chub. Instead, I adjusted the angle of my thrust, prodding upwards. The lad was so turned on it only took a couple of pokes from my broad knob against his prostate for him to orgasm. His body tensed reflexively, surprised by the sudden rush of sensation, as the volleys of jism spluttered out of his little cock, leaving thick white gobbets on his belly. His expression was confused.
"You ever come like that before, pig?" I said.
He shook his head, still bewildered.
"Good pig!" I said, noticing a little pool of his sperm had formed in his belly button. I scooped it out with my finger and onto my tongue. I relished its flavour, letting it coat my tongue in the strange way that semen does. The savoury treat spurred me on and I fucked him again, taking his plundered hole with deep, hard strokes. I could feel the orgasm welling up inside me. My nuts were already tight and aching to dump their load. I leaned over him, rolling him onto his shoulder blades and felt his passage loosen a little more.
I punched my dick into him, ignoring his cries now, my hips a blur as I thrust deeper, his cunt pushing and pulling on my dick desperately. I must have hit his prostate again as a thick trickle of sperm splashed down on his tits. Feeling his body tense once more, my own orgasm kicked off. My helmet felt raw with sensations as I bucked into him. I let instinct take over, uncontrollably planting my cock deep in his cunt as semen fired out of me. The force of the orgasm took me aback. Breath left my body. Sound, sight, and touch were all blanked out by the sheer sensations of my cock spurting my load inside him. I felt like time had slowed down as my dick pumped seven shots of hot jizz into the boy's ravaged arsehole. I felt like an old boar, breeding a young fat sow.
My senses returned slowly as the climax receded. The fat boy was smiling up at me. He'd been a bad pig, but he had earned a reward. I sat back down on the log, unplugging my rod from his anus. He gaped open, his ring stretched out.
"Push it out, pig," I told him. He didn't understand. "Squeeze your cunt out. You're gonna taste my load." He began to push, wrinkling his anus. I slapped his thigh, impatiently. I made a cup with my hand and waited as he pushed my load out. It took a couple of minutes, so deep had I planted my semen. A thick trickle of white sperm spurted out on to my waiting hand. Warm and runny, I fed it to him, pouring my gift on to his greedy tongue. Then I knelt down beside him and, for the first time, kissed him. Our tongues, glazed with my seed, moved against each other. All the anger had flooded out of me with the orgasm, and our kiss was slow and tender. He reached out for my penis, which had begun to soften and pulled it towards his mouth. He took it in his mouth, his tongue cleaning my spermy shaft and head.
When I was clean, I pulled him up from the log.
"Come on, fatty. We've got to get back to the depot." His clothes were ruined, either torn to shreds or reeking of my piss. We left them there and I let him squeeze into my overalls, his belly hanging out, as we made our way back to the van. I dropped him home and then took the van back to base. I couldn't stop smiling. My mind flashed back to the fuck. My body felt drained but satisfied.
Over the weekend, I wondered if the lad would be back the following week. But that is another story...
THE END