BHM. XWG, Sex
Hi all, my first story...be kind!
I heard the stairs creek loudly as I completed my second set of chest presses. Reaching my arms back over my head, I set the barbell in its braces and peered up towards the staircase. Evan had just gotten out of bed and looked deliciously disheveled.
He waddled ponderously down each stair, his stomach swaying from side to side with each step. His back was arched slightly, supporting the massive gut hed piled on over the last year. Contentedly, he rubbed the enormous curve of his stomach with his right hand, his left holding on to the banister for dear life. He moved slowly, each foot thudding down heavily in front of the other.
Evan was wearing his favorite soft, worn-in levis, the kind with slight tears in the knees and bleach spots that the hipsters wear. They were slung low on his wide hips and his stomach bulged over them, rounded and hanging to mid thigh. He wore a black vintage Ramones T-shirt but it was far too small and allowed at least a foot of his enormous belly to hang out underneath. I watched, mesmerized, as his lovely naked flesh wobbled from side to side with his meandering walk.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he came over to where I was lying on the bench and stood above me. All I could see from my vantage point was the enormous pink curve of his stomach. I reached over and grabbed a big handful of the bottom of it. I lifted it a little bit, feeling its weight and chuckled.
I should be lifting this instead of weights, your stomach must be heavier than what I can bench.
He laughed heartily and allowed the full weight of his gut to sag into the palms of my hands. Exhaling further and swaying his back, he allowed his stomach to bulge out hugely in front of him and rubbed its contours with his chubby hands.
Nah Im only about 480 lbs, my stomach is only..what maybe 200 pounds of that at most? You can bench more than that, right?
Hard to say, I answered sitting up and swinging my legs around to the floor to face him. Youre hanging out all over honey and youve got an awfully fat ass, but your belly well..
I trailed off sticking two of my tiny fingers into his stretched belly button. Gravity had pulled it down as he had packed on the weight so that it extended down at least 3 inches in a fleshy horizontal line.
He loved when I played with his navel.
Hi all, my first story...be kind!
Saturday Morning with Evan
by Lily
by Lily
I heard the stairs creek loudly as I completed my second set of chest presses. Reaching my arms back over my head, I set the barbell in its braces and peered up towards the staircase. Evan had just gotten out of bed and looked deliciously disheveled.
He waddled ponderously down each stair, his stomach swaying from side to side with each step. His back was arched slightly, supporting the massive gut hed piled on over the last year. Contentedly, he rubbed the enormous curve of his stomach with his right hand, his left holding on to the banister for dear life. He moved slowly, each foot thudding down heavily in front of the other.
Evan was wearing his favorite soft, worn-in levis, the kind with slight tears in the knees and bleach spots that the hipsters wear. They were slung low on his wide hips and his stomach bulged over them, rounded and hanging to mid thigh. He wore a black vintage Ramones T-shirt but it was far too small and allowed at least a foot of his enormous belly to hang out underneath. I watched, mesmerized, as his lovely naked flesh wobbled from side to side with his meandering walk.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he came over to where I was lying on the bench and stood above me. All I could see from my vantage point was the enormous pink curve of his stomach. I reached over and grabbed a big handful of the bottom of it. I lifted it a little bit, feeling its weight and chuckled.
I should be lifting this instead of weights, your stomach must be heavier than what I can bench.
He laughed heartily and allowed the full weight of his gut to sag into the palms of my hands. Exhaling further and swaying his back, he allowed his stomach to bulge out hugely in front of him and rubbed its contours with his chubby hands.
Nah Im only about 480 lbs, my stomach is only..what maybe 200 pounds of that at most? You can bench more than that, right?
Hard to say, I answered sitting up and swinging my legs around to the floor to face him. Youre hanging out all over honey and youve got an awfully fat ass, but your belly well..
I trailed off sticking two of my tiny fingers into his stretched belly button. Gravity had pulled it down as he had packed on the weight so that it extended down at least 3 inches in a fleshy horizontal line.
He loved when I played with his navel.
