Date: Sat, 14 Jul 2012 14:18:19 +0100 (BST)
From: Bear Shakes <shakes_bear@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Curves

CURVES (Part 1)
By Shakesbear

Working on the roads was not the most satisfying of jobs. I'd get
picked up at half seven every morning and driven to the depo. In
our teams, we'd collect the equipment for the day and head out.
Usually I was given the driller and would spend most of the
morning drilling through tarmac. The one plus of the heavy
equipment was that it gives the shoulders and torso a good work
out and as a result I've grown from a short-arsed eighteen year
old and into a stocky thirty-eight year old. People don't mess with
me much anymore, and if they do, they don't come back for
more.

Everyone else at my depo, as far as I knew, was straight. I liked a
bit of both. When I was a lad, I always enjoyed the sight of big
women. All those curves, those nooks and crannies that skinny girls
just don't have. And there was something about humping a big
woman that was more satisfying to me. Perhaps it was a size thing.
Being smaller and fucking a great big fat bird gave an added
sense of achievement.

It wasn't until about a year ago that I started branching out into a
bit of the other. Working on the pavements one day, I saw a big
lad waddling past. He was probably only about nineteen or so but
he was as big as a bus. He made my current girlfriend look skinny
in comparison and she was a big girl. He made his way past me
and gave me the once over. It was a hot day, a real scorcher,
and I'd taken my hi-vis vest off. He practically licked his lips. He
disappeared into the small block of flats I was working outside of.
For the rest of the day I kept thinking about the look he had given
me. My imagination began to work overtime and I thought about
what it would be like to hump a fat lad. I supposed it wouldn't be
much different from shagging a fat bird.

Later that week, the guy on the digger struck a water pipe. It
gushed up like a fountain, splattering the tarmac and pavement
all around. The weather was still roasting and the rest of the road
crew took the opportunity to muck about under the falling water.
But I had to go around all the local residents and tell them that
they wouldn't have any water for a few hours. Most people didn't
mind too much but a few took the opportunity to complain as if I
was a representative of the water company or something. After
an hour of earache, I knocked on the last door. No one answered
at first and I was just turning to go when the door opened. Out
rushed a man in a very expensive suit. He looked like a politician
or something. He didn't stop to chat, and pushed passed me on
his way to the shiny BMW in the car park outside the flats. I realised
that this wasn't his flat and turned back to the doorway which was
now full of the fat lad that I had clocked earlier in the week. He
recognised me and gave me that look again. I felt something pull
inside of me, an urge, a need.

He asked me in for a glass of water, saying I looked thirsty. I gladly
followed him into the shade of the flat. It was decorated quite
luxuriously: big settees, thick carpet, huge TV. I whistled and asked
what he did to be able to afford all this. He smiled and told me he
was a very talented individual. He had nice brown eyes that
looked squarely in mine. It was a bit unnerving at first, as though
he could tell what I was thinking. His lips were very pink and full,
like a girl's lips. I couldn't stop myself imagining kissing them.

I thought of the hurried man in the suit and I put two and two
together. I asked him what kind of talent. He moved close towards
me, pinning me to the kitchen counter, his belly pushing against
my flat stomach. I was already aroused. His hands felt me through
the thick material of the dusty jeans I was wearing. I clutched the
counter behind me as he dropped heavily to his knees, opened
my fly and took my stiffening dick in his warm, wet mouth. Before I
could even really comprehend what was happening I could feel
myself slipping under the power of his inquisitive tongue.

I blew my load after only a couple of minutes, pulling out of his
mouth and letting my spunk squirt across his pretty face. He licked
it all up, gobbling down the thick seed.

Getting himself up again, he told me that this was a freebie, and
to come back on Friday at five o'clock with £150 if I wanted the
whole workout.

Flustered and a little embarrassed, I stumbled out of his apartment
and went back out into the sunshine, unsure if I had just
daydreamed the whole incident.

But I went back to his flat on Friday, at five on the dot, a fist full of
notes in my hand.

/

My hands flowed over his curves: he guided my left palm to his
right breast whilst my right continued to grab handfuls of him. His
mouth was moist and welcomed the invasion of my tongue. It met
his and we moved them against each other, tasting and
exploring. I smoothed my left hand over his pert tit, the bud of the
nipple had appeared. I made a fist and rubbed the backs of my
clenched fingers against it, feeling it quickly harden against my
hairy fingers. My other hand found the side of his soft belly. He was
so pliable and tactile, his flesh hot and smooth.

So preoccupied was I that I barely noticed that his fingers were
busy with the buttons of my shirt. He was eager for me to join his
nakedness and suddenly, I was too. My clothes were a barrier to
feeling his skin against me. I helped him with the last of the buttons
and he pulled the shirt down from my shoulders and let it fall to the
floor. Suddenly our bodies collided, his softer, pinker frame pressing
against my harder, hairier body. He liked the contrast, pulling me
in for another kiss, his fingers raking through my chest hair and up
to my beard. I held him in my arms, my fingers lightly skirting over
the fleshy pads on his back and the warm folds of his chest and
belly. Both nipples had wrinkled into erectness and I pulled myself
from his welcoming mouth and took each nub in my mouth,
sucking hard, then nibbling, ever so lightly, on his teats. He cradled
my head and moaned. I wasn't expecting them to be so sensitive.
Women I'd been with sometimes like their tits sucked, but this boy
was loving the attention of my mouth. I used my fingers on one
nipple whilst suckling on the other, finding the points that ache
with pleasure.

Hungry for more, I pushed him back onto the bed. I kissed his belly,
trailing downwards to my goal. I was apprehensive as I pulled his
chubby legs apart. I wasn't very interested in dicks, apart from my
own, but I wanted to see what he looked like. I then lifted the
heavy drape of flesh and found my objective beneath a roll of fat.
His cock, beautifully small and red, was already hard, the skin tight
behind the helmet. It was like a woman's clitoris but large and
swollen. Enchanted, I took the treasure in my mouth and tasted
the salty promise of fresh semen.

His moans were appreciative and encouraging as I pushed my lips
around his cock and sucked on him, my tongue easily circling the
red head, enveloping him, devouring him. I used my tongue on
him as girls had used theirs on mine. His murmurs confirmed that I
was doing it right. With both hands I pressed the flesh back from
his length, exposing a short shaft, my mouth working the entire
extent of his beautiful phallus. His hands rested on my bald head
but then pulled me back up. He wanted to be kissed again and I
clambered on top of him, my mouth flavoured with his precum.
His body was a soft cushion beneath me, my harder body
moulding, melting into his. His hands grabbed at my body, stroking
the thick hair on my chest, then reaching around to my hairy
shoulder-blades, pulling me against him tighter. Then down my
body, his chubby fingers slipping under my boxers to paw at my
solid buttocks. I motioned slow deliberate thrusts against him and
his mouth responded with renewed vigour, his tongue lashing
against mine wildly.

My erection, heavy and swollen, stretched the material of my
boxers and slipped through the flap, prodding against his warm
belly. His hand reached for it, the chubby, soft fingers circling the
head of my penis and tugging on the foreskin. His mouth
swallowed my moan.

I rolled off him, telling him I wanted to taste his cunt. Obligingly, he
manoeuvred onto his front and pulled his knees forward. His crack
hung open and I pulled the wobbling pads of flesh apart to get at
his puckered hole. Wrinkled and pink, I took my tongue to it, a
gobbet of spit sliding from my tongue and lashing against the
anus. I licked and slurped noisily, rubbing my short scratchy beard
against his soft unsullied skin. Buried between his buttocks, I could
just make out some appreciative noises as my tongue prodded
him with short, wet stabs. I wanted to eat that hole for hours but
my dick longed for his touch again, the erection almost painfully
swelled with lust for him. I thought of letting him suck it, as he had
done before but I knew I would not last long with his persuasive,
skilful mouth wrapped around my purple knob.

I rubbed his wet slit with my fingers, burrowing inside him with my
hairy middle finger. Different to a pussy, his internal muscles
gripped me with a strength that surprised me. The strange texture
of his internal flesh sent a powerful surge of longing through me
and I could wait no longer.

Briskly, I pulled my foreskin back tight behind my helmet, spat on
my hand and slicked it over my dick. He turned his head back
slightly to look at me, his expression as hungry as mine. I pulled his
trunk-like legs from under him so he was laying down flat. His arse,
wide and trembling slightly with anticipation, was laid out in front
of me. He pulled at his own buttocks, making sure the bud of his
arsehole was accessible. I clambered onto the bed behind him,
positioning my legs on either side of his.

Penetrating him was a beautiful experience. The muscular ring of
his anus gave way to the barb of my penis and then the exquisite
feeling as I pushed into his tight hole, tighter than any cunt I'd had
before. He winced slightly as I pushed the last inch into him so I
paused for a minute to let his hole adjust. I could feel his tunnel
moulding against me like wax. I kept up the pressure with my hips,
until his passage had succumbed to its invader, letting him grip
lightly with his internal muscles. Feeling the push of expulsion, I
pulled out a little, but then thrust back in hard, pushing against the
false reluctance of his rectum. The tightness of his hole was sheer
bliss. The slide of my knob against his red walls sent awkward
pleasures through my body and, spitting down onto his stretched
hole, I pushed in more saliva to ease the process. I lay on top of
him, his warm back and comfy buttocks and thighs a fleshy
cushion beneath me. His anal muscles worked around my dick,
the more he pushed, the more I dug in, creating a lovely pressure
on my hardness.

I brought my legs back between his, pushing them apart. He
pulled himself up on his chubby arms, curving his back. His
buttocks, two globes of fat, quivered with the slightest movement.
He was ready. I grabbed handfuls of flesh and began to fuck him.
He moaned with contentment, meeting my thrusts and pushing
against my dick. The harder he pushed, the harder my thrusts
inside him. His warm cunt, tacky with my spit, polished my bell-end.
As we fucked, our bodies collided with a soft noise as his yielding
flesh met the harder musculature of my frame. Holding the flesh
on the small of his back, I felt like a sturdy boar pleasuring a hugely
fat sow. Our noises were animalistic, words lost in primal groans.
Poking my long dick into him, I marvelled at the site of this moving
mound of a man. It seemed strange that something so big and
unwieldy could have such a taut orifice.

The pleasure was almost painful. Some thrusts resulted in a strange
blanket of intense feeling that was too intense to be sustainable or
to be endured. I thrust into him wildly and blindly, my mind
clouded with lust. I could feel the orgasm brush past my penis, as
though it was tangible and somehow inside both of us. It was like
a magnet, a force between us that could snap together at any
moment. But I had to keep chasing it. Thought drifted away and I
became a thing of pure feeling. My hands sensed the warmth of
his beautiful curvy body and the juddering of his body as it was
kept in constant movement with my thrusts. His thighs slapped
against my hairy legs. I could feel sweat coursing down my chest
and back. The texture of the bedspread under my knees. All my
other senses were obscured. If he cried out, I wouldn't have heard
him. We were vessels of pleasure.

My eyes were tightly closed, my brow furrowed with intense
concentration as I pictured the orgasm. Every thrust brought me
slightly closer and I chased it with intensity, my hips slamming
against him, my dick pounding his passage. Even as I fucked him, I
imagined him: the boyish smooth face, his big pink lips, the curve
under his chin, the beautiful breasts and large, womanish nipples,
the vast belly and the cavity of his belly button, his small, precious
penis tucked beneath and his large testicles, tight against his
body. He was a beautiful image and I could hardly believe that I
was riding him now, that it was his body I felt tremble, his flesh I
held in my hands, his hole I was filling with my proud, stiff dick.

And then I could feel the orgasm, just out of reach, but I could
sense it. With slow, methodical thrusts I edged towards it, impaling
him deep onto my spear, concentrating on the incredible
sensations of his tight, powerful arsehole as it slid over my large
smooth helmet and down the veiny hard stem. He pushed back
onto me, knowing I was near, gripping my dick like a milkmaid's
hand on a cow's silken udder.

And then it came, flooding through me like a sweet poison. I
could feel every millimetre of my penis as it jerked and pulsed
inside him with eight distinct jolts as hot semen spewed from me
and into his bowels. But the pleasure continued for a few
moments more, my mind a blank white of nil thoughts and a
million sensations. A hot glow of pleasure filtered through the tip of
my penis and warmed my entire body for a few seconds.

I was still, utterly fulfilled. I idled inside him, my dick softening. After
a minute or so, I felt the force of his muscles as he pushed against
me. My penis slowly slid out, it's skin wet with mucus and seed.
Holding the exposed inches between thumb and index finger, I
tugged my helmet from him. Behind it dribbled the white
ejaculate. It coursed down his crack and onto the wrinkled skin of
his balls. Bending down, I licked him clean. I lay down on the bed
and slipped my head between his chunky thighs. My mouth found
his hardness. He grunted above me as my tongue slithered around
the glans and my lips pushed and pulled the skin of his short shaft. I
buried myself between his legs, working the penis until he cried
out, pushing himself against my face. Warm spurts of runny semen
hit the back of my throat and I gobbled them down eagerly.

Unfastening my lips from his dainty dick, I heaved him over on to
his back and scrabbled up the bed for a warm spermy kiss, his
tongue buried in my mouth, hungry for the taste as my hands
roamed over his curves.