chapter 12: a man and a younger man

After that serious talk, I wasn't sure what the next steps would be. It might be difficult for him to accept that I was interested in an older man. A fat one at that. But he would just have to believe it.

Coach gave off some air. "And you are 100% sure you want this?"
Omg. "Yes" I stated firmly.

"Well, seeing as we are both of legal age.. I suppose we could, you know.." I let him finish that thought "..go back to bed and see where it goes?" He was such a shy guy all of a sudden. But I do realize it was because he didn't want to hurt me.

I agreed and we made our way back to our room, this time holding hands, at least just until we were closer to the other guests.

Back in our room, I took my shirt off and faced my soon-to-be boyfriend. A bit of his courage seemed to return as he eyed my curves and flab, stepping closer and taking off his own shirt. A second kiss followed, this time with his sagging gut pressed against mine, allowing our hands free roam of each other's love handles. I squeezed his hefty handles with delight, before reaching to feel his ass. Inbetween kisses, my tongue wandered to different places, licking his beard passionately or sucking on his nipples.

Not being able to hold back any longer, I pulled out my erect penis and started jerking off into the underside of his belly, shaking it up and down. This was enough for him to drop his shorts to reveal his own dick, once large but now suffocating in the mounds of fat.

Grabbing his gut with both hands, I moaned: "You're so fucking fat" He enjoyed that as much as I did. "You're catching up to me, boy. The way you've been growing. You've gotten fat yourself" A wave of excitement shot throught me "Make me as fat as you"

Coach didn't have to hear more. He pushed me onto the bed, grabbed a cake from our mini fridge and kneeled on me to start the force-feeding. With him on top of me, I could do nothing but accept every piece of cake I was offered, bite by bite, while fondling the underside of his hair-covered barrel.

Chocolate was smearing all around my mouth as he fed me, 3 pieces, 4 pieces, 5... how many were left? It didn't matter. All that mattered in that moment was me eating what he gave me. Filling my stomach. Growing. I imagined myself swelling up further, matching coach's size, outgrowing him. He wanted that too, the way he was shoving the food down my throat.

With the cake gone, the only thing left was the climax. We both started masturbating aggresively, him looking at what a pig I had become, me looking at what a pig I would become. He shot his load on me, a warm fluid coating my gut, and I experienced the most powerful orgasm ever.