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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.