I Felt Like a Thicc Adonis Having a Little Twink Worship My Fat, Hairy, Cub Ass.
"Imagine a spherical mound of soft, cushiony meat hugging your face. The deep crevasses of my cheeks petting your chin. You might even feel a tickle from my mustachioed crack."
Byline: Leo Seales
I’m not a veteran of anonymous internet sex chat rooms. But in my handful of “hands full” sessions, I invariably get abandoned immediately after the other person cums. This night was no different.
I roleplayed with a man for a half hour. In this scene, we virtually fucked poolside, and I deep-throated his nine-inch cock under the hot summer sun. But lemme tell ya, imaginary fellatio is work. I was writing free erotica just to fulfill this dude’s monster cock fantasy. Plus, I sent him a chest selfie covered in spit to create that I-almost-choked on-your-cock effect. The commitment!
So, of course, when he shared a pic of his tall, erect penis dripping milky cum over his defined abs, I was excited to give him a splashy cum selfie of my own. But then he logged off. No goodbye. No, “Thank you for making me cum.” No, “We should do this again sometime.” He just vanished. So there I was, abandoned and horny again.
I closed our DM window and returned to the main chatroom. At that point, I was desperate. So I posted a photo of myself on all fours with an attention-grabbing message, “Looking for someone to worship my ass and make me cum. I’m already so close. 25+ only.” Like a horny fisherman, I waited for someone to bite.
A couple of dudes contacted me, but our conversations went nowhere. Then, amid underwhelming DMs, I got a new message:
“Great pic. Nice sexy ass.”
I modestly replied, “Thanks.”
“Got any more?”
Hook, line, and sinker.
“Send me a pic of you first? 😘,” I replied.
The nudie haggle was afoot. I knew I couldn’t give up my ASSets without his direct deposit to my spank bank.
“Sure.”
And a few seconds later, I received a portrait of a veiny phallus. One vein, in particular, bulged directly under the cock head, almost like it was ready to pop. His dick was giving me a pulsing standing ovation. I reciprocated with praise.
“That’s a nice veiny cock. 🤤”
Then I searched my photo library of carefully curated nudes. The first selfie I sent was full-body, almost artistic, accentuating the curves of my bubble butt, thick thighs, and humble cub gut. The second was a torso shot highlighting my fleecy chest with pierced tits.
“Hot. Can I get more of your ass?” he replied.
Duh. How could I deny my fan what he came here for? I sent a shot that placed my bountiful booty front and center, forming a perfect circle. My ass completely filled the frame.
If my veiny-cocked acquaintance could rim me, that photo was the perfect POV. Imagine a spherical mound of soft, cushiony meat hugging your face. The deep crevasses of my cheeks petting your chin. You might even feel a tickle from my mustachioed crack.
A lot of effort went into this ass. If you look closely, you’ll see the stretch marks run down my thighs, like tallies on a scoreboard. Yet, despite my genetically gifted Italian hairiness, you’ll notice my inner thighs are smooth like butter. That’s from decades of chub rub, be it from running 5ks through my neighborhood or squirming in bed imagining the sensation of a thick jimmy jammed between them.
“Yeah, baby, spread those cheeks.” If only! I wanted him to survey the surface of my geography, tread through my pillowy fat snowbanks, and discover the mountains of muscle beneath. Then, he could spank me hard and hear the percussive power of my bongos, accompanied by my melodic moans.
Alas, all my jerkmate had was a digital photograph. Nonetheless, I started to feel my admirer under my thumb, or I suppose up my ass. A hunch told me I could make him do whatever I pleased. So I asked for an ass pic of his in return. He agreed in exchange for a dick pic of mine. Fair game.
So I snapped my scrappy little boyfriend dick, throbbing, slightly leaning to one side, adorned with a speckle of precum dripping.
As we agreed, I received his booty pic. His ass was more petite, possibly in the twink range, but it had charm. The photo displayed his legs in the air, revealing how beautifully understated his twink tank was. His crack peeked out from the comforter sheet like a shy fellow saying hello. It looked so picturesque I half-expected a hobbit to come out from between his cheeks and welcome me to The Shire.
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