Let’s Wrestle

I don’t usually get into wrestling, but I know you like it, so I hop into your favorite singlet early one morning before you wake up for work. As you open your eyes I’m standing over you, bulging out of a singlet I outgrew 20 pounds ago. Belly round like a medicine ball hanging in front of your face, sitting below a heaving pair of pecs and an overstuffed bulge. 

I crawl onto the bed, straddle your waist—I can tell you’re already hard as a rock. But I’ll leave that for later. 

First, we wrestle. I pin you down first, putting the entire weight of my body on top of you, but you don’t mind. It gives you a chance to grab a handful of my thick pecs, sliding your hand over my growing fat ass. 

I flip you over, putting your hands behind your back. You’re immobile; you can only feel the immense size and firmness of my ball gut on your back. You’re practically leaking by this time, and you can feel me getting hard too. 

With a sweep of your leg you manage to crawl out from under me and switch positions—now you’re the one sitting on top, straddling me, and you think you’ve got the upper hand. But I’ve got your dick trapped between my belly and my right hand—you‘re mine now.

I start stroking you, the friction of your cock sliding against my belly causing you to leak all over my gut. I know you’re not gonna last long, and I start flexing for you with my other arm, bouncing my pecs. You’ve forgotten about wrestling—all you can do is stare, hypnotized, as you get closer and closer to the edge looking at this growing fat muscle bear. 

You try and hold off, but it’s no use. With  my free hand I pull you down on top of me, your body laying on top of mine, and with the added friction of our bodies together, you explode in the space between us, costing my belly and chest. You collapse onto the bed next to me, exhausted. 

I knew you’d like this early morning surprise. Now wait until you get home from work 😈