Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02

... the doctor said so," he said weakly, the shame choking him as tears formed in his eyes.

Why? How had he let himself get drawn into this? It was one thing letting Arnold see his tiny cock, but in many ways that was nothing. It was nothing compared to this. He'd heard the gasp. It was just like doctor's. The same as his mother's. Well, maybe not exactly the same. But still, Arnold had gasped. In shock? In horror? Probably both. Why wouldn't he be shocked and horrified? Everyone else was. Why wasn't he saying anything? Was he THAT shocked? Was he THAT horrified?

The tears that had been forming began to fall and he put his hands to his face and began to cry. Milliseconds later, he began to sob openly, shaking uncontrollably. The more he shook, the more his buttocks bounced and the more they bounced the harder he sobbed. It was like a vicious circle of torment........and Jack stood there, rooted to the spot, unable to move and acutely aware of what Arnold was witnessing.

Suddenly, huge hands gripped his waist and held him firmly. "Why are you crying?" he heard Arnold say. "What are you talking about Jack? You ain't a freak," he added. "They ain't horrible either. They're beautiful. Just like the rest of you. You've got the best arse I've ever laid eyes on."

It was no lie. Yes his cheeks were big. Abnormally big. Arnold couldn't deny that. But big was good. They were perfectly round and soft too. Big, round, smooth, soft white orbs of flesh that he wanted to grab ...

... hold of. That he wanted to bite and chew. Pillowy mounds of flesh that he wanted to spread wide open so he could tongue what he expected, would be a tight and hairless arsehole. A virgin arsehole that he looked forward to taking one day. And take it from behind too, so he could watch those big round cheeks bouncing with each and every thrust of his bone hard cock.

Jack's sobs began to subside, soon turning to soft snivels. "R....really?," he muttered between sniffles. "Y....you.....don't think......I'm a freak?" he added, trying to turn to around. but Arnold's hands held him firmly in place.

"If your arse was the last thing I saw before I died," he heard the old man say. "I'd die a very happy man, Jack."

It was a sensation he would never forget and completely at odds with anything he'd ever felt. Jack had never experienced pride. Shame, embarrassment and humiliation, yes, but pride? He couldn't quite grasp the fact that he was standing naked in front of someone who wasn't mocking him. That someone could see him and say the words that Arnold had said. He gasped as hands gripped each cheek firmly. He moaned as big strong fingers began to knead his sensitive flesh. He almost ejaculated when, just had he'd fantasised, those fingers parted him and he felt Armold's breath wash across his exposed anus.

Hungrily taking in the sight of Jack's hairless dusky pink and tightly puckered arsehole, Arnold moved closer and breathed in the sweet scent. Good fucking God! It took a ...