Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2005 01:14:40 +0000
From: fat uk <fat_uk_18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hotel Encounters part 1

	Usual stuff here, if u aint old enuff to read this, then leave
now. This contains descriptions and words of a graphic and adult nature, so
offended, please leave. Please do not post on another website or distribute
in any other way without permission from me first.

My first attempt at writing for nifty, so feedback please, cheers, hope u
enjoy.



	My name is Mike, I am 18 yrs old, very chubby and love to fuck. I
have a 4-inch cock, uncut, and a big fat arse.  I am very hairy and have
blue eyes for those of you that like to know. Paul and me have been meeting
in hotels regularly for good hard fucking sessions, and today was no
exception, except I had a surprise for him. We liekd to think of eachother
as boyfriends, but besides these fucking sessions we never saw eachother.

	Paul is 5'11", 29 yrs of age and had a nice big belly, which was
hard and hairy. It showed up nicely through shirts that he wore. He had a
cute face and is smile was enough to make any man's heart melt. His cock
was 7 inches in length, uncut, and just as thick; with a large head to make
a boy pussy weep; and therefore he could fuck me very hard. The thing about
Paul is he loves peanut m and m's, a boy in a lederhosen and fucking, so I
was going to give him just that. I will tell u about

Paul turned up at the hotel shortly after me. I had rang him before and
told him to get the key I left for him at reception.  Paul started walking
down the corridor, getting closer to room 169 with every step, he couldn't
wait to unwrap his present that I had promised him. He wondered what it
could be, sex was defiantly on the agenda, sex always was and it was great
for both of us. He reached the door, and used his key to let himself in.

	The room was large, with a long window overlooking the road; a
bathroom was en-suite, which had a shower and bath.  The bed was a double,
high up, with a thick and comfy mattress. The room was familiar; we had
been there twice before, and both times were fantastic. The last time
involved four shags in one night, followed by two in the morning, one in
the shower! Using nothing but soap, so it was possible to fuck painlessly
in but with enough friction to have me groaning in pleasure.

	"Just get on the bed, be out in a minute" I shouted from the
bathroom. The door was closed so Paul couldn't see my surprise for him, it
would drive him mad. This also meant I was in for some good long, hard
fucks from that big thick cock of his, mmmmm, couldn't wait.

	Paul lay himself on the bed, minus his jeans that I loved to watch
his arse move in, it was the highlight of some of my days seeing that, made
me want to reach out, grab it and give a good squeeze to the world's most
perfect fat arse. He was completely naked except for a tight pair of black
boxers that hugged his gorgeous arse and fat thighs, letting his cock poke
at the thin material, willing to get out.

	I got myself ready. One final check, and picked up the feast I had
for him.  I stepped outside; turned towards the bed in the middle of the
room against the wall; looked down on my Poppa Bear lying semi-naked,
waiting for me; and knew he liked what he saw.

	There I was, in nothing but a pair of lederhosen. They were a
grey-brown colour, traditional, and had red suspenders. I had no top on,
just the straps hanging close to my big hairy belly, across my juicy tits,
covering my nipples, over my shoulders and down my back. The button on the
lederhosen was aching to be opened; the material was stretched tight over
my arse, showing every line.  My fat thighs stretched the fabric to the
limit, and my cock was hard, pulsating, itching for release. My cock tented
the lederhosen, and the straps pulled at the back of the bottoms, just
barely holding them above the crack of my arse. I looked like a fat 13 year
old from Sweden, waiting for his first taste of man juice. In my hand I
held a chocolate cake, made from thick, dark chocolate mix with crushed
peanut m and m's added to it, the same kind from his youth. I said, in my
most authentic Swedish accent,

	"Doo u vant too taaste meine choke-a-lot caake?"

	Paul used his tongue to wet his lips, as his mouth was dry from
seeing his fantasy in front of him. His eyes were wide open, taking in
every line of my body, fro my fat thighs straining to be freed; my arse
trying to burst from the bottoms, wanting to be used; my cock, tenting the
lederhosen, throbbing for a stroke; my big hairy belly trying to pop the
button; and my juicy tits and nipples crying to licked and sucked and
nibbled.

	Paul was clearly aroused, his boxers were tenting as his big fat
cock growled from its sleep and started getting ready for the hard fucking
ahead. His breathing became shallow as his pulse began to race to feed the
mammoth in his shorts. He licked his lips and nodded his head to answer my
question.

	I began to walk over to the bed, but turned to the side and placed
the cake down and cut a piece of it off. I walked over to my Poppa Bear, my
boyfriend, and my Paw Paw bear, who still hadn't moved from lying on the
bed. I went to his side of the bed, and leaned over his body. His hand
reached out to grab my juicy butt, yet it wasn't time for that, so I seized
it and pressed it down on to the bed.

"Tut tut Poppa Bear, not time for touching yet" I teased. He took a deep
breath as he struggled to keep control. I directed the piece of cake to his
mouth and repeated my question, in the accent he likes,

"Doo u vant too taaste meine choke-a-lot caake?"

	He opened his mouth and took it in his mouth, taking off a
substantial piece. He chewed it, letting the texture of the dark chocolate
and coarse peanuts and broken shells scratch the roof of his mouth and
cheeks.  Swallowing was slow, so he could feel it slide down, coating his
throat with dark chocolate. He "mmm"-ed it down.

	He had had his first taste of it by taking it from my hand, but the
cake was soft and had begun to coat my hands in its sticky substance. It
reminded me of the texture and stickiness of cum, which made me plan he
next part of my seduction.

	My Big Man liked his cum in 3 places. Firstly, up my tight arse
that was tight enough to be a virgin's; the second in my mouth and down the
back of my throat so I taste him; and the other on my chest. With cake
still in hand, I lifted my knee and placed it on the bed on his far side,
and manoeuvred myself on top of him, straddling his cock and balls, his fat
hairy belly between my cock and his mouth.  During this, the material
stretched further, pushing my balls against my body as the crotch
tightened, pushing my cock out, inviting something to stroke, pull and suck
it. My fat arse was pushed out, pushing he material to breaking point; the
colour of my skin showing through it had been pulled so thin. It was
begging to be freed and pounded, hard, fast, deep. It was stretching my
sphincter, preparing for the raid of his BIG FAT DICK!!!

I was now astride the receiver of the wrapped up present, or rather me,
squeezed into lederhosen to small for me to show off my body. I took the
cake in my hand and pressed it on to my chest, now sweating from the urge
to fuck, deep and hard, no holds barred. My chest was now smothered in dark
chocolate cake and crushed peanuts and shells.

	I gripped the wrists of the man wanting to throw me down and enter
me.

	"Leek oaf da choke-a-lot pop-paaa" I squeaked.

	The writhing man below me, thrusting his hips up to push his
throbbing member against he skin-tight bottoms of my lederhosen, obliged
me. He lifted his chest off the bed and moved his mouth and protruding
tongue on in to the chocolate.  He licked hard, smacking his lips against
my skin, taking the food in. My chest was no sticky from the cake and wet
from his salivating. It felt just like he had pumped his juices on to my
chest.  It was heaving from the sensation of the rolling tongue and sucking
lips.

	His tongue began to reach under the suspenders, pushing the buckle
and elastic aside, revealing the hard nipples that quivered from Paul's
breathe. My body shuddered and juddered as his lips wrapped round the left
nipple, taking it in to his mouth and taking it with his mouth as he pulled
away. His tongue got to work on it, licking, tapping and twisting around.
I was struggling to hold on to his wrists as he tried to force them forward
to grab me. I wanted to see my seduction through, make it last and have him
begging me to let him go, yet I also wanted to release my grip and have him
ravage and fuck me hard, almost do to me what he wanted without asking me!

	He left the left nipple after removing all the chocolate from I and
rolled his tongue between my tits to the next juicy tit that hung there,
waiting for him. Soon as he clamped his mouth around it and began sucking,
licking and nibbling, I groaned.

	"Oh fucking hell.that's it.. jeez.us.Christ."

	I released my grip and he clamped his arms round my back, pulling
me forward, pushing my tit further in his mouth.  He sucked and breathed
hard through his nose, refusing to release it. Paul began to moan as I did,
my cock tingling from the sensation on my nipple which sent ripples down my
body. My cock and balls began to ache from the need for release, from my
lederhosen and the cum trying to escape.

His hand began to move down my back and on to my big arse that was
straining at the fabric. He placed both hands on the cheeks of it and
squeezed, pushing my arse together and pushing my hips forward, lending my
cock into his belly button. I began moving my hips to rub my cock against
his big hairy belly, rubbing it through the material.

My tit was released, my arse lowered, placing my lips level with his mouth.
As we locked mouths, his arms wrapped round my hot and sweaty body, and
mine round his. My sticky chest pressed against his, our bellies rubbing
the others. Our tongues were intertwining, our breathing heavy. I used my
tongue traced his lips, teeth, gums, tongue. I could taste his saliva and
the chocolate still on his lips. My arse was grabbed once again, caressed
and my tight, yet now opening hole, was traced with his index finger. My
arse was rested on to his fat thighs; my mouth released, and his arms let
go to let me lean back.

	Paul reached between his thighs and us, pulled is cock up and from
under me, yet kept in his ever tightening and tenting black boxers. I could
see the skin of his member as the buttons struggled to hold the now
separating halves of material together.

	I reached down and pressed my palm against it, I felt his pulse in
his cock, it was time to fuck this foreplay off and get straight down to
some good hard fucking...

Try get the next part done in few days.