Big Dave

This is an fat adult (M/mm) story. If you are under the age of 21, please move on. If you don't like gay fat sexual stories, please move on. If you do like gay fat sexual stories then enjoy it, just clean up the mess afterwards. And if you want me to provide more fat sexual stories, please feel free to write me at WhaleRider@aol.com .

I'm a lonely, young chaser with nothing better to do than edit gay stories and turn them fat for you. But if nobody responds to my stories, I will start to feel I'm waisting my time. Who knows, maybe there's a Whale out there who would help me create some real stories? But until then, I'll sit back and wait for your response. Tell me what you think, tell me you want more, tell me you'll smother me in fat. Just don't leave me hanging.

Now on to the story:

I first met Dave at Johnson's hardware on 18th street last August. It was a Sunday, and I had run to the store to pick up some L-brackets that I needed to put up some shelving. My roommate and I were remodeling the place and he decided he wanted to take a break and run to the park with his current lover. I decided to stay and work.

Anyway, I was getting the last of my things when Dave bounced into the store. This guy was a big kid in his early twenties. He stood about 5'8" and over 300 pounds, which he carried mostly in his gut; he wore a clean 5XL t-shirt that could just barely hide the bottom of his dipping belly and faded Levis with a 55" waist that could not contain his deep ass crack. He had dark black hair that came to the tops of his ears.

Most of all the guys watched as his hulking figure waddled through the store, and as he stood in the aisle I couldn't help staring either. He seemed to be having a problem looking for some paint; he kept walking back and forth, bending over to reveal over a foot of his crack, and standing on his tippy toes which let his belly hang out for all to enjoy. He noticed I was nearby and started to ask me a question. "Hey, fella." He stood up and his belly dripped out as he straightened. I could see billows of fat hanging underneath the shirt. "Do you know anything about paint?"

I walked over towards him trying not to stare and got close enough to smell him. He was clean, and yet, he had the smell of sweat on him. The heat from his body was evident under his arms.

I bent down towards the bottom rows of paint to show him my ass and at the same time to pull out a color chart. "This oughta help you kid." I smiled and he grinned, exposing a set of clean white teeth.

"Actually, my mother was looking for something called Stucko." He dropped his hands in frustration. "I don't know what the fuck she means."

"Well I know what Stucko is, but," I looked around the shelves and surrounding areas but could not see any. "...I don't see any." I added, "I have it all over my house, it's kind of like a rough gritty kind of paint."

"Well are you sure they don't have it?" He pleaded. I looked around some more and then proceeded to ask the cashier, who verified the store was out.

"It looks like you may have to go to the True Value across state line to get some."

He shook his head. "No, that won't help, I don't have a charge account with them, and I am short on cash this week. I can't spend a dime."

I thought about his problem and remembered I had some left from when Jeff and I did the outside panels. I certainly wouldn't mind sharing with this big handsome guy. "Well if you don't need a lot, I think I have some left over, from when I used on the house. You are more than welcome to it."

He smiled and put out a pudgy hand which engulfed mine. "Gee thanks man! This would really help!" He laughed heartily and followed me outside to my car.

"I don't live too far away, why don't you just follow me out there OK?"

He replied, "Sure enough, lead the way."

I drove slow enough for him to follow but he was driving a sooped up GTO that could have run over my VW. I watched him in his car as he drove and I noticed that he was shifting a lot as if he was uncomfortable. I could also see that he was too big for the seat!

As we came to the house, I motioned for him to go ahead and pull up the drive because the Stucko we had was in 5 gallon containers and had to be loaded up in the back of his car. I then motioned for him to come in.

He had to turn his body sideways to get in the door and you could feel the floor vibrate as he waddled through the house. I was busy checking which room we had the Stucko in and couldn't find it anywhere downstairs. I got up the steps and heard some noise from Jeff's bedroom. I knocked, "Hey Jeff are you in there?" He came to the door and I could see his lover in bed. "Oh I'm sorry, I just wanted to see if it was you."

He replied, "No problem."

"I've got this guy here and I am going to let him borrow the extra Stucko we've got, so try to keep things down."

"No problem, we were just finishing up." He smiled. "By the way, the Stucko is in your room."

"Thanks" I replied, and closed the door.

As I walked to my room, I could hear Dave waddling up the steps. I went to my room and got the Stucko, and when I came out Dave was leaning over revealing a good portion of butt crack and cheeks. He was spying through the keyhole to Jeff's room and I could hear him say "Oh my God!" under his breath. Then he noticed me behind him and straightened up. His belly hung

a good inch or two out of his shirt.

I stopped, for fear of what Dave was going to say as he walked over to me with a sheapish grin on his face. "I think I scared your friends by peeking in on them like that." He lowered his head which forced his chins to mold around his neck.

I quickly replied, "Well, I guess you want to get out of here with this stuff."

He looked up at me, flashed his blue eyes, and grinned. "Well actually I would like to try a little of what they were doing in there!"

With that, he slowly reached over to my crotch and started massaging it. My legs suddenly got weak. My cock started to grow, and although it's not too big, it is pretty thick. He immediately noticed. "Feels like you're getting hot!" With that, he leaned over and stuck his tongue in my mouth.

The sweet/salty taste of beer hit my mouth and I sucked it deep. "MMMMMMMMMMM," he moaned and I felt his hot breath on my cheek from his nostrils. As I sucked his tongue I reached down to feel his dripping belly. It was soft, smooth, and heavy hanging well over his belt line.

I led him into my bedroom and we both stripped out of our shirts, him revealing a fleshy mound of fat all over. His breasts were huge and sagging, and his belly folded slightly in the middle. I am fat but this guy was a monster. When it came time for us to take off our pants, I nearly fell over when I saw the engorged penis that vibrated through his BVDs. When he took them off, his huge 8 inch cock flipped out of his underbelly and immediately got rock hard. What made it monstrous was the fact that it was as thick as a baseball bat.

He came over to me, and got his hulking frame on its knees, his face in front of my belly; he started kissing the fuzzy round of my belly fold. A chill went through me, I guess because I have always been ticklish there, and I shivered. He giggled and then slowly brought my underwear down to reveal my growing cock. He held it in his hand and licked at the sweaty tip. It was already oozing pre-cum and he licked it up and swallowed. He gathered up my balls in one hand and brought his tongue underneath and started licking the sweat which had gathered. My head was buzzing at this point and I felt as if I was going to pass out. Then he started sucking on the head, making sucking sounds as he did this, and then he slowly eased it into his throat. I could tell he was an amatuer, but he had always known what he wanted.

After getting head from him for about 5 minutes, I was almost to the brink. I held back though and motioned for him to lay on the bed. He plopped down quickly and put one knee up. The other thick leg lay long against the side of the matress and his big foot dangled over the end of the bed. I dove in between his thick thighs and started licking on his huge balls. They were about the size of golf balls, and very heavy. I watched his expressions as I worked on his scrotum. His big cock bobbed above me, it was already leaking juice which I was starting to get hungry for. I reached up and started to stroke his big cock, he moaned with approval and slowly rocked his wide hips with my hand. I was already humping the bed sheets getting pleasure from the friction.

I bent his cock down just enough to get the wide tip in my mouth, and as I pulled it down, he yelled in pleasure and a shiver went through his fat body. His flesh jiggled like Jello. A glob of man-juice came to the head as well and I quickly lapped it up. He moaned.

Having a hold of his cock I started sucking on the head. I had it pulled down to my level, which looked rather uncomfortable for him, but he gyrated his wide hips wanting more. I have found that sometimes pulling the cock down through the thighs can be pleasurable, as well as pulling it up and under the belly. At this point he was breathing harder and I was fucking the sheets with my cock up against them. I took the throbbing tip of his dick in my mouth and sucked loudly. I could feel his cock pulse with every suck. I was also stroking the shaft of his dick with my right hand and rubbing my other hand in his belly fat.

At this point I was getting his cock further and further into my throat, taking it faster and faster until my forehead rested on his soft pillow of a stomach. He was violently gyrating his fat ass, making short grunting noises with each suck, and trying to fuck my mouth as well. As I started to take his fat cock all the way, I pulled it further and further down between his legs to the point where I could no longer see his face over his bulging belly until I came nose level with his musky shit hole. Then I could feel his dick throb and I stopped. I took his cock all the way down my throat and brought it down as far as I could. He gasped, and kept from screaming. I could feel the cum start to roll up to his dick, so I stopped the vein with my thumb. Then I sat up and buried his baseball bat sized cock down my throat. He screamed loudly and gyrated. The whole bed shook as his cock started pumping hot loads of cum down my throat. I gagged on it, because I didn't realize it was so thick, and it rolled out of my mouth onto his shaft and balls. It was as white as snow and as thick as pudding. He kept screaming as his cock pumped more and more cum, which by now was spilling all over me and him.

He vibrated a few more times causing fleshy waves to crash all over his body until he released the last of his sperm, which dribbled out and slid down his softening cock. I was paralyzed on my knees, hovering just above him, my cock still dripping precum onto the sheets below. While he laid there exhausted in his glow, I lifted his heavy legs and rested them on my shoulders. I wanted to have that fat ass. Since he didn't object, I spit in my hand and lubed up my cock. Then I slowly inserted it in his virgin hole. His screams of pain soon turned to pleasure as I fucked him good. His stomach kept crashing against his upper thighs and my stomach as he enjoyed my hard thrusting. Then after a short while, I felt my cock start to pulse. Pulling it out, I came all over his big belly, sagging tits, and even his face. Then I collapsed on top of him.

"Wow that was great." He said later on as we kissed. "I've been a virgin up to this point. I never knew how great sex could be. Thank you."

I just smiled as I looked at his cum covered, chubby face; I licked up some of the cum I had hit him with a minute ago. "I guess I made a mess didn't I!" We both laughed and slowly got out of bed.

Later on as we dressed and loaded the Stucko out to his car, he pulled me into a bear hug and kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for being so helpful in more ways than one. He took my number down and promised to call me later in the week, because he was going to have some free time. We kissed one last time and he left.

Dave and I had a lot of fun together that year, getting each other wet with cum. Unfortunately his parents started to catch on eventually to what was happening and he had to cool it for a while. But even though we lost touch along the way, I still have to stop by that hardware store, in hopes that there is another weary fat boy in need of assistance.