Mike and I stood in the elevator in silence. My throat was still tender from bearing the oppressive girth of his cock and choking on the abundant hot spunk he'd dumped into me. He didn't seem compelled to talk either. I just enjoyed how cramped the elevator was with only the two of us in it. As the door opened on the ground floor, Mike had to duck his head to exit. I stared at his broad back with a giddy smile while I followed him through my apartment lobby.
Mike wore his dark red sweater and grey sweats. I wore a pair of loose khakis that rode up for an ankle reveal, and a light yet snug, white top with a loose forest green cardigan overtop. I liked the way my blonde hair looked on the darker green. Then I wore my black sandals while Mike wore his huge runners. I could only imagine what size they were.
It was a nice warm day as we walked down to the pub nearby my place. I'd met Mike in his own environment and then been to his apartment, so I was curious to see how comfortable he would be in a more public space. I hoped he wouldn't feel awkward.
"Hungry?" I asked.
"Uhh...I don't know. If you feel like it, I could eat."
I took that as a yes from a bashful fat guy who didn't want to appear too hungry.
"How about you?" I snickered a bit at his question.
"Well...I was." It took a second, but Mike chuckled along with me.
"So, you really like being under my belly like that? Yesterday I thought you were gonna suffocate but fuck, it just felt so good. And then today...you're...really good at that. Like, really, really good." I giggled some more, absolutely loving him talk about me like that.
"Why thank you. Yeah, you might not think that's what girls like but...well, that's what I like. A big guy like you...leaning back and letting me worship your cock and balls. That's so hot. I love it."
Mike smiled big but didn't say anything. He continued to waddle along in his fat guy walk, his big belly swaying from side to side.
"So...you know your genitals are huge, right? I mean, I've seen a couple big dicks before but nothing like you. And those balls...you've got the testicles of a god." He seemed to groan in embarrassment.
"I, uh...thanks. I guess I don't really think about it. Kind of...out of sight, out of mind."
We'd only been walking for a few minutes, but Mike was already starting to huff and puff.
"So yesterday...um...how long had it been? Since you last...had some release? Cause that was more fluid than I thought a human being could produce."
"Ehh...yeah. It's been...I don't know. A while. A couple years, I guess."
I was kind of in awe. The thought of his balls building up and swelling with all that hot spunk, cooking in the heat under his big belly like a couple jumbo grenades waiting to go off. I'm glad I didn't drown.
"Man, I couldn't wait years. I can't even wait months. I need it way more often than that."
"Oh...yeah?"
We arrived at the Bunker, which is one of my favourite places to go. I worked there part-time for a bit. It's a real non-descript looking place that has simple bench seating and a surprisingly good bar. It's connected to a nicer restaurant above it, but it's chill, cozy, and unintimidating. And close to my apartment, which I was glad for; Mike was sweating from the walk and his big cheeks were flushed.
Big Mike ducked his head as he followed me in and I led him to the closest wooden bench. Once again, his huge presence seemed to shrink the room as a couple patrons turned to glare at his size. He parked his big self down at one corner of the bench, one thigh resting beneath the table top and the other splayed diagonally to allow room for his tremendous waist.
I quickly skipped over to the bar to grab a couple menus from beside the POS. Carter, the day guy, gave me a quick nod before his attention shifted to Mike.
"Oh, he's with me," I announced with a smile. Carter responded with a stiff, blank, and disinterested smile of his own.
"Aalllright."
I returned to Mike with a couple glasses of ice water for us. There were a few other tables present but I didn't pay attention to any of them. My focus was committed to Mike, who looked down at me from the opposite side of our bench table.
"What do you drink, big man?"
I handed Mike a drink list and we drifted into some simple conversation. We talked about beer and bars. I asked him if he'd ever been a bouncer and he snorted a rejection. He perused the beer list and I sensed some slight disdain.
I'd picked the Bunker because I wanted a place that was down to earth to put him at ease, though it seemed that Mike was still a bit prickly. I realized right away that I shouldn't have been surprised; it had only been twenty four hours since we'd met. I knew I would have to soothe this bristling beast to calm, and I hoped alcohol would help me.
I skipped over to the POS and started punching in an order for Mike and me.
"Your number is still 36, right?" Carter's hands were full, so I did him a favour and rang in my own order.
"Must I remind you that you don't work here anymore?"
