Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2012 20:02:10 +0000 (GMT)
From: Bear Shakes <shakes_bear@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Curves (Part 3)

CURVES (Part 3)
By Shakesbear

There was a new face at the depot that morning. The site
manager had dragged along his stepson for a week of work
experience. He could not have been more than seventeen
but he was as fat as a lord. His t shirt stretched over his
body, barely covering his vast belly. An overhang of white
flesh hung below, and his jeans, a size too small, clung
tightly to the curve of his young arse. The cleft of his
buttocks was visible above his belt. His face was cute: a
snub nose, a dimple in his chin accentuated by blonde
stubble, and a nice double chin that wobbled seductively
when he talked. Gavin, his stepfather, wanted to toughen
up the lad with some hard graft for a week, show him what
the world of work was really like. "The lazy fuck spends all
his time on his fat arse staring at his computer", Gavin
moaned quietly, embarrassed by his lump of a stepson. I
licked my lips, thinking that I'd like to spend all my time in
his fat arse. It was not even nine in the morning and he
was busy eating a sausage roll, reading a tabloid. "Get him
some overalls," Gavin said, leaving us in the portacabin
alone. The lad looked up nervously from his newspaper.

I went to the cupboard and fished him out some overalls
and a fluorescent yellow vest , throwing them on his lap,
crumpling the newspaper in his hands.

"Oi," he yelped, "I was reading that!"

"Get those on," I ordered. Annoyed, he went about trying
on the dark blue overalls.

"They won't fit," he groaned, patting his tummy.

"Too many sausage rolls," I quipped. "Take the jeans off."

Sulkily, he did so, revealing a set of red briefs, his little
cock and big balls clearly visible through the stretched
material. His thighs wobbled as he hopped about, trying to
get the overalls on over his stocky legs. He managed to
squeeze himself in, though the poppers down the front of
the overalls kept bursting open, letting his belly spill out.
The hi-viz jacket became a shrunken waistcoat on his
bulky frame.

Gavin was right that the lad was lazy. He spent as much
time as possible sitting down, and kept asking when the
next break was. His pockets were full of sweets and he was
always gobbling them down when he thought no one was
watching. That week we were placing a new fence along a
main road, out in the countryside. The road snaked
alongside dense woodland on one side and fields full of
pigs on the other. The other men took the piss out of the
boy, comparing him to the fat, lazy sows in the fields, and
oinking at him when he waddled past. He seemed
oblivious to it and would quite happily munch his way
through a couple of pasties and a baguette at lunchtime.
His appetite was impressive. I would watch him eat and
feel myself become aroused as he devoured the food of
three men. He would catch me looking at him sometimes
and would smile a little. I knew what that smile meant.

Late afternoon on Friday and the fence was completed.
The other lads went back to the depot to clean all the
equipment. I was left with the boy to tidy up the site,
gather up the traffic cones, sweeping up the debris. I did
most of the work myself as the lad sat in the van, listening
to the radio. I felt myself become more and more annoyed
by him. I was sweating away, doing the clean up by myself
as this fat lazy boy sat on his arse.

My anger was confused by arousal. Fridays were my
special day. After work I always went to my appointment
with my chubby whore. He'd be waiting for me, vast and
naked on his bed, waiting for me to arrive and plunge into
him, fucking away all my stresses and anger that had built
up over the week. Working on the roads was hard graft
and I had a short fuse. Seeing the chub was my one release,
loosing myself in his soft body. I looked at my watch. I was
late already. The chub insisted on punctuality. He had
other clients to attend. I swept furiously, feeling the anger
build inside me. The fat work experience boy was
drumming the fingers of one hand impatiently on the
dashboard of the van whilst the other hand was stuffing a
donut into his fat mouth. Something snapped inside of me.
I threw the broom down and approached the van. I opened
the door of the van and dragged the boy out. Donuts
bounced on the tarmac.

"What are you doing?" he spluttered. I pushed him up
against the van, shoving his face against the window. I
pinned him there and started calling him every name I
could think of. My anger had pushed through into full
blown arousal. I could feel the wobbly softness of his body
through the overalls as I leaned my hard body against him.
The round globe of his arse pushed back into my groin and
found the bulge in my groin. Frightened, the lad struggled
helplessly as I began to rub myself against him.

"I'm going to fuck you, boy," I told him. "I'm going to fuck
some sense into you. Your fat arse needs a good hiding."

He whimpered something inaudible. I felt under his belly
and found his stubby erection pressing against his
overalls.

"You dirty fat bastard," I said rubbing his cock through the
material. He whimpered again but then took me by
surprise. A swift elbow to my stomach winded me and
sent me falling backwards. The lad was making a run for it,
clambering over our newly constructed fence and
disappearing into the dark woods. Laughing a little, I got to
my feet, knowing the boy would not be able to out run me.
Calmly, I locked up the van and then started after him. His
footprints led into the forest and I gently jogged after him,
my cock still painfully hard. After a few hundred yards the
prints stopped. I looked about, bemused, but heard the
snap of a twig a moment too late. A blunt force struck my
head and I tumbled to the floor. The fat fuck had smashed
me with a branch. As I got to my feet this time, I was not
laughing. I touched my head and felt the stickiness of
blood. He was messing with the wrong man. The stupid
fuck was running further into the woods but still had his
hi-viz vest on, and I could see the fluorescent flashing in
the near distance.

"I'm going to get you, boy," I shouted after him, "and when
I do, I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to sit
down."

He started up a steep bank, clinging onto the trunks of
trees, trying to haul himself up. But the ground was
slippery with autumn leaves and he was struggling. I
waited at the bottom of the bank, biding my time. One of
the branches he reached for snapped in his hand and sent
him off balance and tumbling back down the bank. Over
and over he rolled, his hi-viz vest somehow torn from his
body and his overalls ripped. He lay in a heap at the
bottom of the bank, panting and whimpering feebly.

Laughing I went to him. He was not going anywhere. The
fat fuck needed to learn his lesson. My cock was still hard
in my overalls. I undid the poppers one by one as he
looked on, half terrified, half intrigued. Unleashed, my cock
sprang out, its blunt head peeping through the foreskin. I
took it in hand and with a little concentration managed to
force myself to piss. The hot urine arched out of my cock's
eye and splattered over the exhausted lad. His soggy
overalls steamed in the cold air as my golden liquid bathed
him. The boy could barely offer a sob of protest, and took
his punishment silently. I looked down at him and smiled
at the sight of his dampened clothes. His t shirt and
become slightly translucent and I could see the dark
patches of his nipples, like two pence coins.

"Let's get those wet things of you," I said. "You've been a
very naughty pig," I told him. He nodded slowly. I pulled
him to his feet. "If you try and run again, Piggy, I will catch
you and your punishment will be much, much worse. Do
you understand?" He nodded again, miserably.

I pulled the tattered overalls off his back, ripping the
material down the seams and right off his body, leaving
him in his damp wet t shirt and his red pants. His stubby
little cock was still shamefully erect. He tried to cover it
with his hands but I slapped them away.

"What a dirty little pig you are," I teased. I reached out and
weighed his package in my hand. He looked up into my
eyes and I saw only submission.

I bundled him over to a large tree log and settled myself
down on it, pulling him face down, across my lap. My
erection prodded the side of his white belly. Like an
excited child at Christmas, I unwrapped his arse, pulling
the red pants down onto his thighs. Roughly, I pinned one
arm behind his back, whilst my free hand explored his
mountainous bum.

His buttocks were hairless and soft, except for a small
patch of light fuzz at the top of his crack. I felt the warm
pink cheeks with my hand, kneading the flesh, then
without a warning I slapped him hard across his left cheek.
A red handprint appeared almost immediately, bright
against the pale, goosepimpled skin. I marvelled at it for a
moment before adding a symmetrical print to the right
buttock. He cried out for a moment but I twisted his arm a
little and reduced him to whimpers once more. I smacked
him again, slightly harder, watching his body wobble, his
fat rippling like jelly. Every smack brought with it a little
cascade of wobbles and I was mesmerised by them,
pummelling his cheeks with my palm until they glowed an
inviting shade of red. I eased my assault on his buttocks
and began to investigate what lay between them. I freed
his arm and was pleased that he made no attempt to
escape. My other hand buried beneath his arse and found
his big dangling bollocks. I enjoyed the feel of his eggsized
balls in their velvety sack and I pulled them down, away
from his body locking my fingers round the loose skin
between, holding him in place.

"Spit on my hand, piggy!" I ordered, covering his mouth
with my hand. He complied and provided a thick gobbet of
saliva. I fingered it into the cleft of his rump, letting it coat
and oil my curious fingers. His cunt was a beautiful
wrinkle of muscle, like hard pursed lips. With a sharp stab,
I opened his ring with my slimy thumb, feeling the
tightness within. He gasped and his anus pushed against
my digit, trying to expel me. I smacked his arse harshly
and tugged on his ball sack.

"None of that! Be a good pig!" I covered his mouth again
and he offered up his greasy spit. I replace my thumb with
two fingers, squeezing him open, loosening the anus,
pushing the spit inside him.

"You're ready, fatty," I said smacking those cheeks again.

I bent him over the log, his reddened arse up in the air, his
big pink balls dangling between his soft thighs. I licked my
lips and shrugged off my overalls. I took my cock in hand
and pulled back the foreskin over my flared helmet,
squeezing a pearl of precum out of my little slit.

"Brace yourself, fat boy," I warned. He made a noise like a
sob but kept put. I parted his legs roughly and pressed my
hard knob against his rumpled slot. The little bastard had
tightened up! I thrusted against him, trying to force my
way in, but his anus had clamped down.

"Let me in, fucker!" I warned him, as my cockhead slipped
over his hole again. "Get that hole open, you fat little
fucker!" The boy was choking back tears.

"Stop crying, you dirty pig!" I said and savagely smacked
his rump again. That loosened him up at last and his
arsehole began to unfurl. Holding my cock firmly behind
my helmet, I pushed into his tightness, feeling it envelop
me, feeling him surrender to my will. He cried out as my
barbed head popped in and my shaft began to stretch him
out. I took hold of his belly handles roughly and enjoyed
the sensation of my cock penetrating his tight cunt.

"Oh yeah, piggy! That's fucking awesome." The reluctant
tightness of his passage was bliss and sent spasms of
pleasure through my body making my knees tremble. I
began to fuck him with short, hard strokes, letting my
cockhead grind against his rectal walls. The pig grunted as
I took him, his fat body wobbling from the force of my
thrusts. I spat down on my shaft to slicken its progress and
began to fuck him deep. I pushed his legs back together,
increasing the snugness of his hole and causing my ball
sack to thwack against the back of his fat thighs as I took
him. The smell of my piss still lingered on his skin. I
breathed it in. It gave me a sense of ownership, like a dog
that has marked its territory. The boy looked over his
shoulder at me, a dark glint of pain mixed with pleasure in
his eyes. He was responding to my thrusts now, pushing
back his arse a little to meet the oncoming strokes.

"How many other men have you let fuck you, piggy?" I
asked, still thrusting my meat up into his guts.

"Only a couple," he replied breathlessly.

"Tell me!" I ordered, smacking his rump again.

"No!" he said, pushing his buttocks back, his cheeks a
cushion against my pelvis.

"Tell me!" I demanded, leaning over him and slapping the
side of his face.

"I won't!" he declared, knowing that I would only fuck him
harder for his insolence. The little pig was beginning to
enjoy himself. Annoyed, I tugged my dick out of him and
took a moment to appreciate the gape of his pussy. It took
a lot of will power not to just bury myself back inside that
ass as it wobbled invitingly in the evening air but I wanted
to see his face as I took him. I gruffly turned him over on
the log and swivelled him around. I straddled the thick oak
trunk and lifted the porker's feet up onto my shoulders.
My hard, slippery cock head nudged against his open slot.
With just a little movement of my hips I was back inside
him, sinking my own thick trunk inside his gaping hole. He
stared up at me, his eyes full of lust and defiance. I grabbed
his ankles, pulling his legs wide apart, and fucked him
harder than I'd ever fucked before. He cried out, but I
slapped his face and grabbed him around the neck, stifling
his noise. The force of my body slamming against him
caused his fat to ripple enticingly again, his tits jiggling. I
felt so powerful, using all the strength in my body to
smash into his boy pussy.

I looked down to his groin: his little dick jutted out from
his body; the bell-end hard and red; his balls nestling
tightly in their sack. If he'd been a good boy, I'd have let
him feel my tongue wrap around him. I'd developed a taste
for cum since my Friday night sessions with the chub.
Instead, I adjusted the angle of my thrust, prodding
upwards. The lad was so turned on it only took a couple of
pokes from my broad knob against his prostate for him to
orgasm. His body tensed reflexively, surprised by the
sudden rush of sensation, as the volleys of jism spluttered
out of his little cock, leaving thick white gobbets on his
belly. His expression was confused.

"You ever come like that before, pig?" I said.

He shook his head, still bewildered.

"Good pig!" I said, noticing a little pool of his sperm had
formed in his belly button. I scooped it out with my finger
and onto my tongue. I relished its flavour, letting it coat
my tongue in the strange way that semen does.  The
savoury treat spurred me on and I fucked him again,
taking his plundered hole with deep, hard strokes. I could
feel the orgasm welling up inside me. My nuts were
already tight and aching to dump their load. I leaned over
him, rolling him onto his shoulder blades and felt his
passage loosen a little more.

I punched my dick into him, ignoring his cries now, my
hips a blur as I thrust deeper, his cunt pushing and pulling
on my dick desperately. I must have hit his prostate again
as a thick trickle of sperm splashed down on his tits.
Feeling his body tense once more, my own orgasm kicked
off. My helmet felt raw with sensations as I bucked into
him. I let instinct take over, uncontrollably planting my
cock deep in his cunt as semen fired out of me. The force of
the orgasm took me aback. Breath left my body. Sound,
sight, and touch were all blanked out by the sheer
sensations of my cock spurting my load inside him. I felt
like time had slowed down as my dick pumped seven
shots of hot jizz into the boy's ravaged arsehole. I felt like
an old boar, breeding a young fat sow.

My senses returned slowly as the climax receded. The fat
boy was smiling up at me. He'd been a bad pig, but he had
earned a reward. I sat back down on the log, unplugging
my rod from his anus. He gaped open, his ring stretched
out.

"Push it out, pig," I told him. He didn't understand.
"Squeeze your cunt out. You're gonna taste my load." He
began to push, wrinkling his anus. I slapped his thigh,
impatiently. I made a cup with my hand and waited as he
pushed my load out. It took a couple of minutes, so deep
had I planted my semen. A thick trickle of white sperm
spurted out on to my waiting hand. Warm and runny, I fed
it to him, pouring my gift on to his greedy tongue. Then I
knelt down beside him and, for the first time, kissed him.
Our tongues, glazed with my seed, moved against each
other. All the anger had flooded out of me with the orgasm,
and our kiss was slow and tender. He reached out for my
penis, which had begun to soften and pulled it towards his
mouth. He took it in his mouth, his tongue cleaning my
spermy shaft and head.

When I was clean, I pulled him up from the log.

"Come on, fatty. We've got to get back to the depot." His
clothes were ruined, either torn to shreds or reeking of my
piss. We left them there and I let him squeeze into my
overalls, his belly hanging out, as we made our way back
to the van. I dropped him home and then took the van
back to base. I couldn't stop smiling. My mind flashed back
to the fuck. My body felt drained but satisfied.

Over the weekend, I wondered if the lad would be back the
following week. But that is another story...


THE END