Chapter 5 - rise and shine

Morning. The word seemed strange for some reason. Almost as though he was forgetting something crucial. His surroundings were unfamiliar, but at the same time not as such. What could it be? He didn't have a hangover, so he hadn't been drinking. What was it? And then...

He sat up in shock. Last night's experience was incomprehensible to him. Or was it? On the one hand, dream or not, it was the best sex he had in years. On the other, it was the only sex he had as a bottom.

He was about to bring his legs over the side of the bed when a sharp pain shot, quite literally, UP his rear.

He winced. So it hadn't been a dream.

How the fuck did he do it? he pondered.

This was the first time the young stud had ever bottomed for someone. For all the en-fetished men in the world, a chub was the one to do him in, no pun intended.

But not just any chub, he noted. No, it was a young, virile, gluttonous god! And one with a virtually non-existent gag reflex. And a smooth kind of soft, but shapely, sort of fat. With formidable man breasts that even a moderately-well endowed bikini model would envy. Even his buttocks were perfect in all their tempting, round, and massive glory...

The daydream was briefly interrupted by an all-too-familiar pleasurable warmth that was growing in his semi-hard shaft. He laid back and began to stroke his obscenely long manhood. With each light pass of his fingers upon the tight skin, his member throbbed harder and harder, the pounding beat of his heart threatening to burst his groin apart. Finally, with an intensely aroused, but comparably softer moan, he shot an impressive load on to his face. He opened his eyes...

...and gasped. There stood the focus of his erotic daydream, in all of his plump glory, his hand furiously moving up and down his equally impressive cock and head tilted back slightly. With half-lidded eyes he grinned deviously at the bewildered bodybuilder.

"Mornin' sexy!"

Before he could protest, the chub orgasmed and blew several long wads of spunk on to his face, the first of which managing to land into his gaping mouth.

Sputtering and disgusted, the brunette gagged at the unfamiliar taste.

"Aww, don't you like daddy's juice? Or have you just never had the balls to let someone cum in your mouth?"

That last statement dripped with venomous sarcasm, made more humiliating by the blonde's smile. The bodybuilder averted his gaze and blushed, strangely embarrassed by the fatty's all too true words.

"That's okay. Daddy wants to make you like it!"

The now-red-faced man raised an eyebrow, scrambled out of bed, and yelled,

"***! I'm not your bitch!"

The grinning chub's eyes narrowed before practically hissing,

"And you screaming that you wanted to be last night DEFINITELY had nothing to do with that statement."

When realization of the truth took hold of the brunette's mind, his face changed from having a look of self-righteous denial and disgust to a look of horror. He was right. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was right.

Seeing this, the chub said,

"Oh don't worry. That's not going to be the only thing to change."

With that he brought his gaze wistfully to the bodybuilder's rear, savoring the thought of having more to play with.