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The Former Soccer Player - Part 6
🕑 Added 2018-11-14 21:48:46 +0000 UTC Kevin scoots forward slightly so his belly is all I can see. My dick springs upward to slap him on his colossal ass, and I could swear I saw ripples from the impact reach even as far as his love handles.He leans down, kissing me, sticking his tongue as far down my throat as it could reach. We make out, Kevin's hands running down my arms until he breaks out embrace and reaches up and over behind his bulk to tug on my cock a few times. Then he lifts himself slightly, slips my dick forward, and lowers himself down so our hard and leaky cocks mash together. Then he leans forward again to make out some more.
I could feel Kevin’s hard shaft rubbing against mine, but surrounding both our cocks were his soft billowy thighs. With each moaning kiss, I’d hump against his groin, feeling tantalizing friction envelop my dick despite not actually being inside anything. It was like I was already inside some cave of warm softness that became ever more lubricated as my cock leaked what must have been a torrent of pre.
On our next bout of tongue wrestling, Kevin waggled his hips and I nearly came on the spot.
“Stop,” I gasped. “I’m getting too close.”
“Oh, we don’t want that. Not yet at least,” Kevin said playfully, and then reached beyond my head to magically produce a condom. He lifted himself up, his drooping belly still covering my torso but with enough space for him to reach beneath his bulk and roll the rubber down my aching cock. Once done, he brought himself back down for another kiss, his crotch once more enveloping my groin. I moaned around his lips.
Once again, Kevin reached beyond my head during out making out and produced a bottle of lube. He lifted himself up, lubricated my latex-coated shaft, and then brought himself down, smothering me fully. He grinned as I moaned, and then did it again.
Finally satisfied I was sufficiently lubricated, he leaned back, reached around to angle my hard shaft in his hole, and then slowly lowered his bulk in such a controlled fashion it seemed impossible for one so large.
From thighs to chest, I was covered in Kevin’s flesh. His warm depths were even more luxurious than his thighs. I very nearly came immediately, but Kevin somehow knew how close I was and clenched down, hard. It wasn’t painful, but it kept me from tipping over the brink.
For a little while, anyway. Soon Kevin began to lift and lower himself in an astounding way. He must be vastly stronger than he looked, being able to move such enormity with such ease. Maybe being a former soccer player had something to do with it. Or maybe he was just born to be this huge.
Those thoughts were quickly dashed, however, as I started to meet each of Kevin’s lowerings with my own thrusts. I went even deeper, my pelvis pressing further into Kevin’s enormous ass. He moaned. I moaned. Kevin’s riding picked up speed as he brought a hand upward to pinch his own tits. I fondled his love handles, then grabbed them as I thrust madly. Desperately.
I came.
It probably took less than a minute from insertion to ejaculation, but it seemed to last a lifetime. Wave after wave of ecstasy overtook me as Kevin’s body wobbled atop mine, each undulation sending shocks of pleasure up my spine. Distantly I realized a certain wetness underneath the soft warmth of Kevin’s belly on my torso, and realized that he must have cum a second time.
“Woo, that was good,” Kevin eventually said.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“So you do like all this,” Kevin said, hoisting his right tit.
“Yeah.”
“Mmhmm,” was his only reply. Then he began to ride me to my second orgasm of that evening.
