One overcast and sleepy Monday morning, Jay lay stomach down on his bed. The air in the box room was heavy with cannabis smoke that slowly drifted out of the window beside the bed, overlooking the estate from the 23rd floor. He blew out a cloud of smoke whilst playing the PlayStation on the tv mounted at the foot of the bed.
In his tiny black Adidas briefs, he was a sight to behold. His swollen rump swallowed the thin cloth of his underwear up as he lay there looking like a Chavvy Greek statue with his massive dump truck protruding. Home all alone in the council flat, he turned his chiseled face to gaze out at the estate as rain began to lash against the window, when Jay felt his phone vibrating beneath his bulge with a text. He absentmindedly pulled it out from beneath him and raised it to his hazy glazed eyes. His heart fluttered and he froze as he registered the name that had appeared in his screen. It read
Jamal:
U missed me?
Jay bit his lip as a smile spread across his face as a warm feeling flooded over his body. He stubbed out his joint.
Jamal had been staying with family in Jamaica, and Jay hadn't heard from him in two years. They had previously been involved on a regular basis and had maintained a somewhat more romantic connection and had shared many, many lusty nights together. Of all the tops Jay drained around the estate, Jamal had been the man he'd actually had a soft spot for. Hearing from him caused Jay to sit upon the bed, his beautiful fat arse tingling at the memories of how Jamal had creamed it deep and hard all night before he'd disappeared.
He replied slowly, hesitating at what to say, eventually choosing to say:
Badly.
Jamal replied almost instantly with his new address and:
Get that fat arse round here baby
Jay rose from the bed to get ready, butterflies in his stomach and his sweaty pink pucker pulsating already. He rummaged through his drawers and pulled out something he'd been saving for this day...
Jamal was the kind of man who liked his lad in lingerie, not feminization per se, but the contrast of a masculine Chavy boy wearing slutty revealing women's underwear turned him on immensely. Making a beautiful boy his bitch. Fresh out the shower, Jay struggled into a tiny white lace thong and slipped on the white fishnet stockings that ended high up his creamy soft thighs. He attached the stockings with suspenders and admired his swollen dump truck in the mirror. He threw his usual tight black Nike tracksuit on over his luscious mounds, concealing the slutty attire he was wearing beneath and headed out of his block.
Fifteen minutes later Jay arrived at Jamal's flat at the back of another large block on the estate. He drew in his breath as he waited and listened to the footsteps approaching the door, and felt himself tremble with anticipation. Then Jamal appeared... standing 6 foot 3 and dense with muscle, his large frame filled the doorway easily. He wore the familiar intimate smile on his devilishly handsome face as he looked Jay up and down and whistled in appreciation.
Jay looked up at Jamal and smiled, happy to see the face he'd sat on so many times. The chemistry between them was instantly revived in the few seconds they stood there starting at one another.
"Get in here sexy" Jamal winked, guiding Jay inside with his big hand on the small of jay's tapered back.
Closing the door behind them, Jay turned to wrap his arms around Jamal's broad shoulders. Jamal enclosed Jay's waist tightly with his hands
"Wasn't very nice of you to dip like that and leave me all alone and horny" Jay teased as Jamal placed his fingers firmly on Jay's bulging bubbly cheeks.
Jamal laughed playfully at this
"Sorry baby.. had some shit to sort init... but daddy's home now " he groaned applying pressure as he squeezed jays wobbly fuck backs through his satin Trackie bottoms, and plunged his big warm tongue into Jay's mouth, who responded with a stifled gasp and moan. Pulling back a little and looking into Jay's dark eyes above his flushed face, becoming more serious now - Jamal murmured deeply "thought about this fat slutty booty all the time though.. made me bust so much you know" as he jiggled and kneaded the heavy fleshy globes that jutted out from Jay's trim waist.