Show Off: Part Four

Carl – the beefy one with the sexy paunch – dashed into the coach's office and emerged moments later clutching two industrial-sized bottles of baby oil.  He held them up to the guys:  "Sooooo-ey!  Sooooo-ey!  We're gonna grease ourselves a pig, boys!"  The room erupted in shouts and cheers.

Bradley cleared his throat and the noise stopped.  He held out his hands and cupped them together.  Carl moved slowly towards him and poured the baby oil into Bradley's palms.  Then Bradley began to smear the sticky liquid onto my tits.  Each one was coated two or three times until they began to shine under the lights; so plump and glistening.

He was standing so close to me that I could feel his warm breath on my neck.  He was speaking too – so quietly that only I could hear:

"God, I love your fat tits.  They feel so fucking good, you greedy fat fuck.  Oh, oh, shit they're so heavy in my hands, dude.  Each one must weigh about 20lbs.  Fuck!"

"Go on and play with my breasts, Bradley.  They're all yours.  Rub my nipples too, will ya?  Smear some of that juicy baby oil on my nipples."

Bradley smiled up at me; then went to work on my massive nipples; tweaking and plumping each one up before liberally slathering it with shiny oil.  He was quivering with delight as his nimble fingers worked over my flabby chest.  He had long since kicked off the tiny red Speedo and I could feel the prod of his firm cock gently on my big belly.

"Why don't you cuddle up a bit closer, Bradley?" I whispered.  "Really feel what it's like pressing against all this fucking flab."

"Oh Christ," he murmured, "can I?"

"Be my guest, muscleboy."

Tentatively at first the toned athlete pressed his hard, worked-out physique into the enveloping mass of my gigantic belly.  I almost seemed to swallow him whole as he rubbed his muscular frame into the warm embrace of my mountain of blubbery fat.  He was literally moaning with delight as he used his hot, hard body to smear baby oil between us, turning his beaming face to the spellbound crowd:

"Dudes, look at me!  Look at me in all this fucking blubber.  Shit, it feels so fucking good!  Man, you guys gotta try this.  I'm gonna fuck his belly guys.  Watch me!  Watch me fuck this fat fucking hog in his massive fat belly!!"

"Go on man!" the jocks called out.  "Fuck his big belly, dude!  Fuck it real good!"

His athletic frame was pumping harder against me now; the rhythm increasing as his big cock plunged deeper and deeper into my yielding flab.

"Oh God, this feels so fucking good, man!  This is better than any pussy I ever had.  Shit man, I'm gonna suck his tits.  Do you wanna see that, huh?  You wanna see me suck his fat breasts?"

The sound in the locker-room was deafening as the boys cheered Bradley on.  Without interrupting the pumping motion of his sweat-slick body he grabbed my left breast with both hands and literally shoved it into his mouth, chomping down on the heavy flesh as I winced in pain.  You could tell he was trying to stuff as much of my bloated breast meat into his mouth as he could, sucking and nuzzling like the world's greediest baby.

"Suck him, man!  Suck those big titties!" shouted Carl as he pumped his fist up and down the shaft of his thick prick.  "Suck him like the prize fucking hog he is!"

Nearly spent, Bradley released my breast from his mouth with a sigh and rested his head for a moment on the flabby mound.  I could tell he was gearing himself up for the final push.  He put a hand on either side of my now immensely swollen belly – a huge globe of fat jiggling between us – and started to shake my gut up and down in tune with his rhythmic pumping.  The strain of lifting so much heaving flab was apparent as his biceps bulged out to a massive size.  My flab-inflated breasts were smacking me alternately in the face and on my quivering belly as my vast gut shook up and down, up and down.

"I'm close, dudes, I'm close," he shouted out to still more cheers and whistles of encouragement.

Just then I felt the magic moment happen.  His long, hard cock suddenly hit home and sank deep into the moist recess of my cavernous belly button.  Bradley's fevered eyes rolled back in his head as he gasped in astonishment.  

"Fuck."

I felt a powerful rush in my navel as my young musclepup shot his load deep inside me.  I couldn't see for myself over the unending mound of stomach fat between us, but I knew from looking at the expressions on his jock buddies' faces that this was a massive cum shot.  Sure enough, as the exhausted Bradley separated our sweat- and oil-slicked bodies from one another what felt like a bucket of his still-warm cum dribbled down the pendulous roll of flab at the base of my enormous belly.  I looked slowly around the room; each of the tight, toned athletes was dribbling cum from their spent pricks.

Bradley looked up at me and smiled.  "When can we do this again?"  And then – looking at the disappointment in my face – he added: "You fat fuck."

Then it was my turn to smile.