Chapter 4 - weekend in montreal part 2

"Well, they seem to have hit it off," I said, and smirked at Doug. I could see his gaze was locked on my bare gut.

"I'd like to see some more of this," he said, and gently patted the lower part of my belly which was still constrained in my pants.

"Then you're going to have to help me," I said, and grinned at him. I leaned forward to sit up, with my belly hanging between my thighs. Doug stood while I rocked back and forth, struggling to get enough momentum to lift my bulk off the low seat. He grabbed me by the arm and helped pull me up. "Thanks," I said, a little short of breath. I waddled off toward the bedroom. Doug followed, towering eight or ten inches taller than me. I made it to the foot of the bed, and turned around to face him. I reached around my stomach, struggling to undo the pants button - my belly was getting so big it was tough to reach it now. The button came loose, and my flab forced the zipper open. I shimmied my pants and underwear over the rolls of my hips, bent over slightly to get them down past the bulges of my butt cheeks, and I sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Can you give me a hand? It's hard for me to reach," I said.

Doug smiled slightly, and bent over to pull my pants off my legs. It isn't as easy as it sounds, the fabric had to be pulled and coerced over the folds and bulges of fat on my thighs, over my puffed-up knees and past my chubby calves. He dropped them on the floor.

"Wow, you really are a big boy," Doug said, his eyebrows raised. He held his hands before my belly and asked, "May I?"

I smiled and nodded, and watch him as he tentatively placed his palms on the mound of my stomach. He was tall, so he had to bend over slightly. I admired his thick, strong arms, the big, well defined muscles flexing as they moved, his hands gently gliding over my flesh. His beefy shoulders and bulging pecs, the six-pack abs - I couldn't help but admire his chiseled, smooth torso. Though I was more than double his weight, his impressive height and build made me feel small in comparison. His strong hands began the grab at my flab, kneading it and squeezing it. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, enjoying the sensations of his massage. He patted it, jiggled it, and even slapped it lightly, watching the big balloon of fat move in waves. Eventually he slid both of his strong hands down, under my belly where it met my thighs. He lifted the great blob of blubber up, shook it a little, finally let it drop with a little plop back onto my lap.

"Wow, it's heavy," Doug said, surprised, and repeated his lift and drop once more. I could see that he was enjoying it from the bulge growing in his jeans.

"You realize you're the only one here still wearing pants, don't you?" I said, grinning.

Doug took the hint, undid the belt around his tiny waist, followed by the button and zipper of his jeans. He pulled his pants down, then his boxer briefs, revealing that he was clean shaven down there, as well. With the clothes discarded in a pile, I had a clear view of his muscular, lean legs, and his erect cock. It was long and thick, certainly larger than mine, and I was at the same time impressed and a little intimidated. I wanted to reach out and hold it, see what it felt like in my hand, but I wasn't brave enough yet.

I leaned forward, and rocked back and forth twice on the bed in an effort to stand. Doug had other ideas, apparently, and without a word he put his hand on my chest and pushed me backward, sending me falling onto my back, laying on the mattress. My moobs rolled back, jiggling, bulging like sacks of jelly under my chin. I saw Doug climb onto the bed next to me, and he laid beside me, his head propped up on one hand. I struggled to roll onto my side so that I could face him. I reached out with one arm, and tried to roll my body over. Doug helped by grabbing my arm and pulling me over. Just this little movement had got me sweating slightly and my breath was heavy. I tried to relax and slow my breathing. Doug traced his fingers around the curve of my moob. After a few moments our eyes met.

"Have you ever kissed another guy?" I asked. He shook his head once. "Want to try?"

He leaned forward, his lips parted ever so slightly. Our lips touched as I closed my eyes. For an instance his mouth was firm against mine, and then it was as if his lips just melted, and the softness of each of us pressed into one another before parting slightly, but only for an instant. The tentative caress of our mouths made me hungry for more, and my mind started to swim. I let out a moan, barely audible, and Doug pressed harder into me. I felt his hand in my hair, gently pulling me to him. My tongue flicked forward in exploration at the opening of his mouth. It brushed the tip of his tongue, and suddenly he was forcing forward himself inside me, the grip of his hand becoming more intense.

Our tongues danced with one another as Doug pressed more firmly against me, his hand moving from my head down to my moob. He clutched at it, squeezing it, pressing on it, rubbing his thumb against the nipple. He pulled his mouth apart from mine. "You have amazing tits," he said. It was almost a whisper, his voice hoarse.

Suddenly his mouth was clamped on my moob, and I realized I could feel his erection pressing into the softness of my belly. This made my own cock twitch, hidden away beneath so many layers of blubber. He licked and sucked on my moob, and in the process forced me over onto my back once more, straddling me in one smooth movement, his hands on either side of my head, holding him up while his body shifted onto the plush mattress of my flesh, its softness seeming to envelop him.

With his mouth occupied with my tits, I took the opportunity to reach up and feel both of his biceps. They were large, more than a handful, and so firm. I ran my hands up and down his arms, admiring the hard muscles, and soon my fingers found their way to his chest. Those pectoral muscles were flexed taught with the effort of supporting his weight, and I marveled at how hard they were - such a contrast to my own soft, yielding flesh. I tapped him on the shoulder, pulling his attention away from my moob.