Chubtown

“Let’s go to Chubtown,” he says.

I grab his belly and give it a shake. “If that’s what it’ll take to get that pretty mouth of yours around my cock, then sure.” I say.

He laughs and kisses me again.

“No,” he says, “Let’s go to Chubtown.”

I think he’s being metaphorical, but he’s not. “What’s Chubtown?” I ask.

“Chubtown,” he whispers conspiratorially, “is the best damn bar you’ll ever enter in your long, distinguished career.”

Sounds good to me.

He takes me by the hand, this chub cub I met on the street outside a Ben & Jerry’s, eating his Cherry fuckin’ Garcia or some other such thing, and he takes me, eyes glistening and excited as a little boy, the four or five blocks to Chubtown.

The bar itself is kind of dark and loud, hard bass dance beat, lit mostly by the spangles bouncing off the disco ball over the dance floor. A long dimly lit bar along the right wall, rows of booze bottles. In the center, men of every conceivable shape and size are dancing, sweating, most with shirts off and the flesh, oh lordy the flesh everywhere: soft, smooth, ample, skinny, hard, tight, hairy, white, brown, and every which way. There are jiggly bellies of unbelievable proportion, large and pillowy, slightly cloven at the bottom, overtoping their pant tops like over-risen muffins. There are guts that jut out over leather belts with firm, beery detachment, some of them hairy and extremely lickable. There are soft fleshy man tits that sway with their owners from side to side and rise up when they lift their big beefy arms in the air. There are, as well, those beautiful men called chasers, who come in all shapes and sizes and ages and who look on with pure lust and love and can’t keep their hands off the big men as they dance and drink.

Chubtown is a pornucopia of fleshy man flesh.

I pick my jaw up off the floor and walk in. The chub cub I came in with is already at the bar, chattin’ with someone he obviously knows, some young chub who overflows his barstool beautifully. The young chub, shit he can’t be more than nineteen, turns and looks at me and grins a huge moonfaced grin, nods to the chub cub. The two of them lean their heads together and talk pointing back at me.

I pull my shirt up off over my head and tuck it into the back of my jeans, fluff up my chest and belly hair. I unbutton the top button of my jeans, just in case the boys need help figurin’ out what I’m here for and I stride in like the cockiest sonofabitch in the city. This is no place to be shy.

The young chub and the cub chub turn and watch me as I stride up to them. The young chub is lickin’ his lips just in case I need help figurin’ out what he’s there for.

“Oh,” the young chub says, placing his hand in the fur on my chest. “Look at this hair!”

“Yeah, boy,” I say, “I got more where that came from.”

“Hm,” the young chub says. “Prove it.” And he laughs.

The original chub cub I came with leans in and takes one of my tits in his mouth. The warm wet of his tongue and lips sends chills down my back and my hand goes to the back of his spiky-haired head. He has a little clipped goatee on his face and it rubs against my chest nice. His body is full and soft and he has little tufts of hair around his nipples and a thin treasure trail goin’ down into his boxers which peek above his low slung jeans.

The bigger young chub reaches down and cups my package in his chubby sausage fingers. He is smooth all over, not a hair I can see. His skin is creamy white like it’s never seen the sun and his tits are magnificent, saggy and full with enormous brown nipples on them. The young chub has lovely rolls of flab on his back which would be great to grab while a man fucks him from behind.

“Oh!” he says, his hand cupping my crotch, “Big big daddy.”

“Big enough,” I say to the young chub. The goateed chub cub is still munchin’ down on my tit, his hand working over my belly, which I got to say is no slouch in itself.

The young chub leans forward and suckles on the other tit. I put my other hand on the back of his head and press the boys closer into my hairy horny chest. “Aw, yeah,” I groan out loud.

There’s a chaser sitting two stools away and he’s not even hiding it, he’s staring at us and his hand is under his waistband and he’s jackin’ off in his jeans. From what I can see from here he’s got plenty there to jack.

I feel a hand rising up my back and a mouth wet on my neck. “New meat,” the voice says, kissing my neck and shoulders. I try to turn and I see an older man, grey close-cropped hair, long white beard with a big belly pressin’ into my back. He’s like Santa on vacation. Chest and shoulders covered in white fur. He rubs my back with his hand and belly and continues to nibble on me.

I close my eyes, just feelin’ the good of all this soft belly and face flesh pressed against me and I realize it’s going to take everything I’ve got to not blow a load real fast here.

“Hey,” the bartender says. Big tanned chub, no shirt, leather harness accentuating his enormous breasts. “Hey, take it to the stockroom.” He’s grinnin’ a pretty sexy grin though, so you can tell he didn’t mind the show.

Before I know it, there are at least six hands pushin’ me toward the back of the bar, deep into the dark corners, where there is an open doorway covered only with those long heavy strips that cover cold storage rooms.

“Where we goin’?” I ask.

“Stockroom,” the older chub whispers. “This is where guys like you belong.”

The strips move aside and I’m in almost total darkness. The place smells like sex: man sweat, lube, wet cum and dried cum. I hear the sounds of sex, too: a groan from a few feet away, the sloppy slap slap slap of fucking, and to my left almost in my ear, someone breathing hard. My cock is up and hard in my pants. I still feel the guys’ hands on me, guiding me slowly into the room.

“Daddy bear,” whispers the Santa chub. He turns my head and kisses me, his hands on both sides of my beard. He tastes like spearmint and whiskey. Someone’s at my zipper, pulling it down very slowly, which makes my cock throb with horny anticipation. I feel a chubby body kneeling, leaning against the back of one of my legs, untying my boots. My pants are pulled down and I feel the cool air of the room on my ass and my cock has thrown its fat head up lookin for someone to suck it and my balls are danglin’ and rumblin’ full of ready cum.

I can hear whispers as one of my boots gets pulled off, whispers and whispers all over the darkened space. The soft chubby body moves to my other boot. I reach down and rub his shoulders, soft and silky on my fingertips, up into the hair on his head, spiky with mousse. Must be my original chub cub. For a moment I worry about what’s happenin’ to my boots and shirt and pants, but then I figure hell, I appear to be amongst friends, so I go with it.

When I’m completely buck naked, I feel hands all over me. And mouths. Shit, I have never been touched all over like this before in my life. The Santa guy is still kissin my face and nibblin’ my ears and my neck. There are hands on my shoulders and hands squeezing my biceps and twistin’ my titties and hands are rubbing my belly fur and kissing my back and shoulder blades and rubbing up and down the inside of my thighs and down my calves and lickin’ my ass crack and kissin’ my butt cheeks. Someone is mouthing my thumb, sucking it in a spectacular fashion and someone else is licking my bull balls and I have never been in this kind of heaven before.

My cock is ready to explode, but everyone’s being very careful to leave it alone as if it’s being teased and tormented to its fullest explosion point.

Then something happens that I thought would never happen to me. I’m picked up off the floor. I mean, shit, I’m a pretty big fuckin’ guy – 6’4” and 340 fucky pounds – and I swear it must be takin’ a lot of guys a lot of muscle, but first someone is pushing against my chest, and then I fall back and there are bodies and hands and shoulders everywhere and I’m completely lifted off the ground. It feels like I’m carried a little ways and I hear chains rattle and I’m slowly being settled down. There’s leather on my back holding me up and my legs are lifted and cuffs are put around the ankles and it dawns on me I’m hangin’ in a sling with my ass and cock fully exposed. Cuffs are put around my wrists and I realize I am completely at these horny assholes’ mercy.

Once I’m in and they let go of me, I breathe deep, swingin’ in the sling. After a moment, there are mouths on every part of my body again, on my lips, my tits, my fingertips, my belly, the back of my thighs, my balls. My cock throbs so hard, it’s smackin’ me in the belly and I groan out loud. A couple guys have started fucking next to the sling on my right and I can feel against my torso the ample hip of the chub gettin’ fucked and the swift-moving hip of the chub fuckin’ him. The chub gettin’ fucked is groaning low and soft, “Harder. Harder. No, harrrrrder.”

Someone behind my head plops his heavy cock on my forehead. It’s dribblin’ precum down on my forehead and I feel the vein on its underside pulse against my skin. I bend my head back a little and the cock slips up past my nose to my lips. My tongue comes out and laps at the salty precum. In the dark, I can just make out the big hairy belly over my head and the shaft slidin’ along my face.

Someone else puts his cock on my torso, just beneath my left breast. His cock is long and thin and the guy’s hand is on the top side of it pressing the shaft against my ribcage. His hips move back and forth, jackin’ the guy off.

Someone is yelling, “Aw! Aw! Yes! Yes!” and there are the sounds of some serious flesh slapping and the sounds of wet cock slurping and my own cock is throbbing all high and lonesome and so hard. It’s leaking precum all over my belly and there are hands going to the pool of it and dipping fingertips in it and disappearing to be fed into mouths I can’t see in the dark.

Someone grabs my cock in his fist but someone else smacks his hand away. “Not yet!” a voice orders.

“No,” I say, “Yet! Yet!”

A couple guys laugh and I’m beginning to wonder how many guys are in here in the dark. I listen as the guys fuck and suck and I feel another guy’s cock squished up between the back of my thigh and his soft fleshy belly. He humps my leg slowly, his arms completely wrapped around it like hugging a pillow.

The guy with his cock on my head lifts up a little and starts jackin’ it hard. He’s breathin’ loud and hard and his tool looks ready to cum. “Want it?” he says. I wish I could see his face. I fuckin’ wish I could see his face.

“Yeah, big guy,” I say. “Aim for my mouth, sir.”

Several guys around me groan. I guess that was the right response. The guy starts whalin’ away on that fat ol’ cock and in no time a jet of cum flies out and hits my mouth like a fuckin’ water fountain. Another squirt flies past my open mouth and lands on my chest and immediately two faces are there licking it up, their tongues hot and wet on my flesh. The cum is salty and thick and tastes like testosterone and anger and I swallow it and open for more.

Suddenly someone’s at my asshole. Some guy’s lickin’ it like a fuckin’ dog at a waterbowl. The tongue laps around the outside of my hole, up the ass crack to my taint then back down to the hole itself. The tongue goes all pointy and digs in. Deep deep in. Fuck this guy’s got a hell of a tongue.

“Aw, god!” I yell. “Rim it, boy.”

The guy leaves my asshole and another guy comes up. He lays his cock on my cock. His is much bigger and fatter. Fuck what am I sayin’? It’s gotta be huge. He holds both cocks together in his beefy fist and lets them throb together. Right when I think I’m gonna blow and my breathing becomes ragged, I feel him release my cock.

“Shit,” I say. I can’t take anymore.

“Somebody suck me,” I say out loud to the darkness. “Please, for fuck sake, suck my cock.”

Someone else steps up and slides his finger up my asshole.

“Aw!” I holler. “You’re gonna make me blow doin’ that.”

The guy pulls his finger out and wipes my belly with it. Several faces lean down, their tongues hot against my flesh.

“You gotta suck me,” I am begging. “Fuck, please, suck me.”

There is a moment where I hear whispers and another moment when I feel people pushing each other, swingin’ the sling a bit in their jostling. In the course of the jostling, the guy rubbin’ his cock on my chest shoots line after line of hot jizz across my torso. Again several heads go down to lap it up.

I squirm in my bonds. At last, I feel fingers grip the root of my throbbing dick. My cock is held straight up off my body a moment, then the hot wet slippery feeling of a mouth sliding sliding sliding down to the base.

Aww, it’s too damn good. One long slow slurp is all it takes.

My cock shoots hard. It’s gotta hurt, feeling that stream of cum pounding the back of his throat, but the guy doesn’t pull back. I cum and I cum and I cum like I have never cummed before. The guy’s nose are in my pubes and he’s swallowing and swallowing and guys all around me are groaning and jacking off and the guy on my cock is not moving his head at all, but I’m still shooting. And cum is drooling out the sides of his mouth, down the sides of my shaft and I feel a couple guys try to get in there and lick up the extras.

When I’m done cumming, I’m breathing hard, shaking with the pure sex of it. I’ve been yelling without realizing it, but my throat feels raw from it. The guy who came in my mouth is dipping his cockhead in my mouth for me to lick the tip, which I gladly do. I’m covered in jizz.

I feel the big guy who laid his cock against mine nuzzling my asshole with his rubbered-up cockhead. Drops of lube are running down my taint and onto my asshole and over his cockhead which is gonna tear me open when he does it.

“You want it, bearman?” the guy growls. “Ungh. C’mon, boy, you want it?”

Usually all this would have been enough. Plenty. Hell, overkill.

But I want it now. Fuck, I’ll do anything now.

I am new meat at Chubtown. And as far as I’m concerned, anything goes.