This huge guy, probably five hundred pounds lay on a king sized bed. A younger dude, around two-fifty fucked him in the ass. They sweated and grunted, the younger cub slapping his thighs into the daddy chub's ass. The cub was clean shaven, and looked about twenty. The superchub was all belly, with comparatively skinny legs. They were both moaning and panting like girls as the cub ejaculated, and then proceeded to cuddle and suck each others nipples.
I turned off my vibrator; it just wasn't doing it for me.
I spent another ten minutes or so perusing online porn, but nothing satisfying came up. I'd already seen every video that could be found with the tags 'chub' 'superchub' 'ffa' 'bhm' 'ssbhm' and 'musclechub'. I'd watched them all, and none of them held a candle to Big Mike.
It had been three days since I'd seen him and I was going stir crazy. After kissing him, smelling him, and feeling his strong hands squeeze me, I felt like the threshold for my arousal had skyrocketed. None of the usual clips on the internet could compare to the majesty of his incredible size and masculinity.
I rolled over in bed and thought about his big body, his six foot eight frame, standing at over seven hundred and fifty pounds. The beard, the lips, the deep voice, the big hands. I rolled onto my back again and pushed my vibrator back in. The thought of Mike was all I needed. Nothing else would suffice anymore.
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It was hours later that we met at the mall. Mike had been a little reluctant, but he'd agreed to meet again and give it another shot. He was surely still embarrassed from when he crushed my bedframe, so I realized that I would have to coax him slowly. I'd realized a few things in our short hiatus. I'd been so forward with him, so quick to engage him, that he'd been on the defensive the whole time. When we'd last met, I'd noticed a flicker of assertiveness from him. Then in my room I'd felt those strong hands part my ass cheeks. I wanted more of that. I wanted him to act and to take and to explore. I just needed to find a way to make him want it too.
We met for a coffee, in this little hallway that connected the food court to the bookstore next door. It was a mall, so there were people everywhere, but at least it provided a tiny bit of seclusion. And I knew there were a couple couches where Mike could park his big ass comfortably.
When I saw him, I sucked in a little breath of excitement. He'd worn a short sleeved shirt and his huge hairy forearms were showing. It was a black t-shirt with a picture of a guy with a huge anime sword on it. He wore sweats, like usual, and his nicer runners.
I wore a sapphire blue top with faded denim jeans blow, and then my white and black vans.
"Hey."
"Hiiii. Thanks for coming. You wanna get a coffee or something?"
"Ehhh...suurre."
I convinced Mike to sit on one of the sofas while I scampered off to grab some drinks. While I was in waiting for our iced teas I looked down the hall and studied him.
He completely filled the couch that would otherwise have been meant for two or three people. He leaned back with one huge arm resting on his thigh, while the other hand skimmed his phone. His mammoth belly forced his thighs to spread apart in a V. Passersby all glanced or glared at him, either shocked by his size or perhaps offended at how someone could consume so much space. I saw Mike's thick black brows perk up occasionally when he would notice himself being noticed, but he always glanced back down to his phone quickly with his signature scowl.
I stood and stared at him, wondering how many years of social unrest had formed his grumpy demeanor. I wondered how long it would take to undo it.
When I returned with two giant lemon iced teas, he perked up a bit with a forced smile.
"So...sorry again about the bed."
"Oh, yeah, whatever. Don't worry about it."
As much as I would've loved to squeeze into the couch with him and feel the comfortable bulk of his thigh pressed against me, I sat on the chair adjacent to him. A coffee table partially separated us.
"Your parents didn't mind you staying over?"
I hesitated, just then remembering that I'd lied and told him where I would sleep. The truth was, I just slept on the floor like a samurai the last three nights.
"Oh yeah...they don't care. Um...what about you? Would your parents care if you came to stay with them, or do you guys get along, or what?"
Mike's facial expression pretty much told me everything I needed to know. He sucked back about half of his iced tea before answering the question.
"Fuck no. I mean...we got along well enough, but I couldn't stay with them. My dad is a real hard ass, always on me about not having a better job. And my mom worries about me constantly, always asking why I...uh...just worrying."
"Asking why you don't have a girlfriend?" I couldn't help but finish his sentence for him. He kind of winced, but nodded in agreement.
"Yeah..."
I would've loved to ask him when I'd be meeting them and make some silly joke, but I used all my strength to resist the urge. I had to be passive for Big Mike, and I didn't want to scare him off.
"Yeah...parents...they're the worst. I guess. I was always a spoiled little brat, so I can't really relate, but uh..."
I trailed off, unsure of where to take that conversation. Desperate, I reached for some random nerd topic.
"Hey, when does the next Marvel movie come out?"
Mike stared at me, hesitated, but eventually answered my question. That began an easy-flowing conversation that required little effort on my part. He told me about movie adaptations of comic characters, tv series' based on graphic novels, and how many of them were terribly done. I delved into the little bit of anime and manga knowledge that I had, though he seemed already fully educated on everything I could muster. Apparently the guy with the sword on his shirt was from Berserk, but I'd never read that one.
Throughout the conversation I found my eyes easily drifting off an exploring his big body. He was so damn big and lovely I couldn't help but ogle him.
I loved his Berserk shirt because it revealed his big, beefy forearms. They were huge. The size of his forearms just past the elbow was surely as large as my thighs. And the back of his arms, all the way down to his big wrists and fat hands, were covered in coarse, black hair. The thickness of his hair complemented the slight olive tone he had to his skin. I imagined how hairy he was elsewhere, on his chest, his belly, his thighs, his ass. I wanted to pet his furry body and bury my face into it. I wanted to feel the strength of those big hands on my hips once again, pulling me into the smothering mass of his sasquatch flesh.
He was saying something about Evangelion when he caught me staring at his belly. There was a pause in his speech, and my eyes darted back up to his. He finished his thought but I could tell there was a hiccup in our conversation.
"Hey, um, your drink is done. Let me get you another."
"Uhh...that's alright."
"Oh, but you finished it so quick. They have free refills anyway."
"Oh, sure."
I headed back down the hall, not sure if that was true or not. It didn't matter. I would gladly spend all my tip money if it meant cozying up to Big Mike a bit more.
When I returned, Mike had changed his tone a bit.
"So Felicia...what're your thoughts...about us?"
I was eager to return to poetic ramblings about the lustful appeal of his gargantuan body, but I hesitated.
"Well...in what way?"
He took another huge sip of his iced tea before putting it on the table in front of him and animating his speech with his big hands.
"It's just...do you wanna be my girlfriend?"
"Yes," I said with a pointed finger. "I want that."
"Like...exclusively?" I was quick to agree.
"Yeah, for sure. Um...why do you ask that specifically?" He shrugged his huge, broad shoulders.
"Well...like I said...you're gorgeous. And I get it if you're into me for...whatever reason. But I can't help but think that this will just be a fling and soon enough you'll find some other big guy like me...one with a better job and a car. And then you'll be into him instead. Or... you'll want both. And I just...I'm not sure I could do that."
