We both had something in common. We were the biggest boys on campus. For him, I meant that literally. He was near 400 pounds on a 5'8 frame. Me, I was the school's outstanding athlete football and basketball hero. People ask me which sport I liked the most at times, and he could've told you easily which one it was. Basketball of course, boy did I love basketballs. That's what I used to call him, basketball boy, cause he did have basketballs in his ass cheeks. Due to his alarming weight they were more like beach balls to me.
He was really an obese dude, too. His head was an oval, and he had a tire like second chin, that was full of luscious. He had small eyes and wore glasses, and between his puffy cheeks that turned beet red from the slightest exercises were his juicy lips that only rarely chatted. He was a freshman when I was senior and he was an outcast when he first got to the school. He was an "I don't exists," pale, friendless, wholesome obese boy, who said nothing in class and was the butt of most jokes. He never responded, and would always be writing in his little black composition book. At least that's what they all told me about him, I rarely saw him and he was really just in the back of my mind.
As for me, I've always had a fascination with fat. I'm attracted to both fat women and men. I'm not into skinny women or men at all. My school is pretty liberal about sexuality, so being a football star and openly gay wasn't a rare thing. But liking fat people was. Girls nor men would understand why I would reject them. I hadn't come out yet as a fat lover and was one of the most handsome guys, at 6'1 185 pounds of a toned muscular frame and I was single for all my high school years. I was out going and hung out with friends, a lot. But sooner or later they started calling me a tease. I never tried to get with anyone, even though we all knew they had the hots for me.
I wasn't without sexually satisfaction though. My French teacher, Mr. Constanzo was one of the most obese people in school, and my undercover partner. He was in his mid thirties, and sexy as hell. He had dirty blonde wavy hair, and had was shaved completely everywhere else. He was stylish and a bit on the feminine side. How we came about to be partners is a completely different story. At any rate, the story begins at his house.
The luscious fat rumbled and traveled like jell-o under the tanned skin of Mr. Constanzo as he walked his jiggling obese body out of his bathroom. His protruding and undulating creamy belly bounced as he moved his wobbling corpulent body with grace towards the bed where I lay. Covering this 400 pound mountain of flesh was just a small purple thong, that could barely conceal the obvious budge, that hung under his ocean like belly apron. He sported long finger nails on his chubby fingers and on his profusely fat face, above his jelly like double chin, and under his wavy long hair, was well painted face. He liked to were make up as much as I enjoyed seeing it on him, escpially when it was overdone. His thin lips were covered in bright green lipstick, and his puffy cheeks were excessively pink. He even had silver eye shadow.
In no time we indulged in kissing of feverish passion, my arms wrapped around his corpulence, squeezing the multitude of the jelly like fat that had turned me on so much. Our lips were locked as our wanting tongues wrestled in a sloppy and wet kiss that evolved into long sessions of sucking. Our mouths were suction cups on each others cheeks and throats. My tongue began bathing his flabby face in saliva as I grabbed his large fleshy ass, cupping and gripping it with sheer force, while his fat danced and traveled like jell-o through my eager palms and fingers. I begin thrusting my hips while my enticed dick poked his large ocean of fat called his belly. Soon, I sucked on his fleshy fat blessed neck, turning my mouth into a wet vacuum on his skin. In no time I was down to his large and pendulous breasts, and I squeezed and toyed with his hard nipples. His flesh was fumbled and it rippled in my mouth as I sucked his breast as though they were my last gasps of air. The obese man lay on his fat stricken body on his back as my tongues began working his small but thick cock. His sperm and my saliva mixed as I swirled my tongue around his dick. My sucking strength only continued, and in minutes my face was covered in his sperm. I fingered his loose asshole a bit, as he moaned in pleasure. I took a glance at him, and boy was he a site. His chubby hands were cupping his large man breasts, his makeup ruined yet prominent. His vast belly lay like another fat living organism as it undulated with each of his deep breaths. He lifted his juicy flabby and thick thighs up as I readied for penetration. I fucked him slowly at first, enjoying the site of his chubby face squirming with delight and pleasure. Then I grabbed his meaty breasts, and fucked vigorously and fast as he belly produced waves and waves of motion. In no time at all, I had released pints of cum into his asshole, and I collapsed unto the cushion of his obesity. We kissed for awhile before, engaging in conversation about the big Mardi Gras party we would attend later that night. We Confirmed where we would meet up, the time and the place. I was soon on my way home to finish up on chores, give my friends excuses on why I couldn't hang out with them, some homework, and finally to get dressed.
The festivities were incredible as I surmised. It was amazing. The street was filled with lively jubilant music and very colorful people. There was plenty of men dressed in drag as well as bright and loud colors. The parade seemed never ending and every one seemed pleasant and ecstatic to be there. I was just dressed in a black tee shirt, a black ball cap, and some loose fitting jeans with Chuck Taylor's All star shoes to go with it. I stood by a restaurant full of drag queens that were gothic. Pale face paint, and black lipstick was the theme, and they dressed pretty wild. Some had dog collars with spikes, some had spiked haired, some of them were almost naked, some even were on all fours with another one holding them as if he/she was walking a dog. After a couple of drinks I walked through the crowd of theses very fem guys and made my way to rest room. On my way out I bumped into him.
Damn was he gorgeous.
He was sporting pigtails as his hair, and it was dyed jet black. His pale obese, beautiful face was covered with even more white make up, and it got paler, as he was obviously shocked to seem me. He struggled to move his trembling lips drenched in black lipstick that was still was very moist.
"Hi, I'm Matt Harrington" I said with a palm stretched out to him, right in front of his voluminous and creamy vast belly which was concealed in a black tank top.
"e-everyone kn-knows that..." he replied hiding his ravishing chubby face. He kept his flabby arms and chubby hands behind his back, looking at the ground, as I got a size view of his lush cheeks. I also stole glances at his outfit. He was significantly shorter then I was, and really a rounded ball of corpulence that expanded as my eyes went further south. His double chin was rounded as well, and was fill of creamy fat. His shoulders curved around to his massive flabby arms, that were hidden from my view. He wore a black necklace, that leaded my eyes to his fleshy cleavage. His breasts were flabby and round, full of and a bit flat. They reminded of pancakes but with a whole lot more thickness, I could even see his nipples a little bit. He sported a black ballerina tutu, that stopped right around mid thigh. He had gigantic thighs that were just mountains of creamy pale flesh. His thick and powerful calves were covered by knee high boots that had heels on the back of them. I was about to explode in my shorts due to my hard on. He was perfect.
We began a conversation in the hallway that lasted for about an hour, and he was really beginning to be at ease with me. We left the hallway and got near my car, and I drove him to the local park to enjoy the moon, and the silence of night. We talked about everything from sports, to his religion of satan worship, music, and even sex. He was timid and shy, and hung out with the Goths, because they accepted him. In short time my hands were around his comfy shoulders, and his flabby lush arm around my back, he chubby head resting on my shoulder. I planted a kiss on his forehead, and he looked into my eyes. As our eyes met, we were exchanging memories and our submission to each other. His pale chubby face, painted with black lipstick and eye liner wanted me as bad as I did him.
"I want to fuck you tonight, its been so perfect, we have to do it here" he convincingly said. Our lips briefly touched each others before they began a clashing of two tongues of unrivaled passion and lust. The wrestling of our slimy tongues evolved into the sucking of each other's faces with unparalleled passion. Forceful licks by our tongues streaked across each other's cheeks up and down and up and down as if we knew no end to it. My eager palms found the way down his lusciousness and soft fat curves to his juicy and water like ass. The fat tumbled, spilled and flowed as my palms gripped his gibbous buttocks. My lord, were they humongous- Two globes of large spherical flesh bouncing bountifully in my palms. As my palms toyed with the juiciness of his gelatin like ass, he seductively pushed me on my back waddling his mountainous fat body to his feet. He then turned around (shaking his huge buttocks and causing them to ripple like waves) and pulled down his tutu slowly, exposing his milky white and astronomically protruding ass cheeks. His wide hips began to sway back and forth, up and down, creating uncontrollable tremors in his ass cheeks resembling what water looked like in a bottle while it was shaking. His fat traveled without direction through his flesh in his ass emitting waves of fat to vibrate across his ass cheeks. I sat there amazed with the largest hard on in the history of man. The speed of the motion in his vast buttocks increased, and he lay his too magnificently comfortably and soft ass cheeks on my lap and enticed, exposed cock. His enormously globular and fleshy ass cheeks gripped my cock and he grinded on my shaft sending waves of ecstasy through my nervous system. His ass cheeks continued their cataclysmic wave like motions, as the creamy buttocks looked as if it was alive all on its own. My cock soon found its way into his gaping asshole, and my thrusts were passionate, fierce, consistent and full of pleasure. Our sex that night seemed surreal, so perfect, and in hours we had climaxed enough to pass out.