graduated(Lucas), job, go to theater, bj(crotch pillow), tease/prolong, missed movie/buy two more tickets. 

mall, buy jack underwear(panties/speedo/whatever(pink)), changing room, sit on lap/make out/grind against him, hotdog/bj every day on couch.

dry hump in sleep(too much time away(work)), jack starts wearing smaller shirts/panties-speedo to school, spontaneous public humping, finally fuck



I got my first job shortly after graduating. Within a month I had moved out of my parents' house and into a shabby, one-bedroom apartment. The place reeked and the walls were stained, but it was a start. Jack came over every day. By the end of the week everything was cleaned and more or less unpacked, and we settled ourselves on the couch to watch a few movies. 

Our birthdays fell within the same month. I turned eighteen shortly after Jack went on summer break, and he turned fourteen soon afterword. I took him to see a movie. 

We didn't go out very often since I got hired, and this was the first time in months that we went to the cinema. We sat in the corner, in the very back. Jack liked it back there, where we could see over everybody else. I liked it back there too, but only because nobody else could see us.

His arm was on the armrest between us. I placed mine over his and took his hand in mine. I leaned over and kissed his neck. He nuzzled toward me, content. I didn't stop. I kissed him soflty, again and again, making my way up the side of his neck to his soft cheek. He eventually leaned back into his seat, and his breathing grew deep and laboured. I placed my free hand on his stomach, and gently moved it down toward his navel. He took a sharp breath as I slid my hand under his shirt. As I grasped his breast, I began kissing at the base of his ear. He started panting. 

My hand slid, once again, down the girth of his large stomach. I pressed two fingers into his navel in passing, then hooked my fingers under the top of his shorts. I slid my tongue into his ear, and he squeezed my hand, practically whimpering now. 

He wasn't entirely comfortable with me seeing him naked. since that day when I first held him by the river, since we became more than friends, he hadn't taken his shirt off in front of me. The last time I ventured to put my hand down the front of his pants, I found out why he was so insecure. 

I had had him pressed up against the wall of my apartment, my cock smothered by his asscheeks, when I reached around him. When I had finally, after imagining it for so long, cupped the pillow of fat that buried his genetalia, he grew stiff for a moment. Then his body shook, and he came - I knew, because I could smell it. He couldn't control his climax.

I reveled in knowing this, and he probably dreaded it. I reached down his shorts and carressed it, gently squeezed that thick roll of fat. He stiffened in his chair, and spread his legs a bit... but he didn't come. 

Now, that was hardly fair. 

My fingers crept into the pouch and tickled the tip of his erect cock. He whimpered. Back and forth, in and out; I plunged my fingers deep into the lardaceous roll. His head was back against the seat, and he gripped my hand tightly. He pleaded, softly, but he still didn't come. 

I slid out of my chair. 

I stayed low, and squeezed between his knees. His impressive stomach pressed heavily against me, squeezed me against the row of seats in front of him. It was difficult, but I leaned into it, bent forward, and kissed the side of his muzzle. Then I lifted my beanie off of my head and sat it, gently, on his. I slid back down his stomach and sat on the floor beneath him. 

His shirt didn't completely cover him. In the dim light I could just make out a dark trail of hair which contrasted against his lighter, bulbous belly. I kissed it. My tongue then crept down, leaving the thick fur matted in its wake. His legs spread a bit wider, and I could hear his heavy breathing. I worked at the hem of his shorts, and slowly pulled them down his legs. Then I
took one of his hands and brought it beneath his belly. I guided him as far as he could reach, because I wanted to see. As I had suspected, he came up short. His arm was pressed deep into the side of his stomach, and his fingers just barely brushed the edge of that soft, bulging pillow of fat.

It pressed certain buttons in me, knowing that his belly was too big to reach around.... 

I liked that. That's the kind of person I am. I sincerely fancied the idea that he couldn't pleasure himself.

I kissed his hand, and brushed it aside. Then I leaned forward and pressed my face into his crotch. It was a bit damp down here, and it smelled of him. I had to bring my hands up and push the soft fat aside before I could get to it. It was normally buried beneath the blubbery mound of fat, and hardly ever felt fresh air. Now it was free, and it smelled heavily of cum. 

I was literally overwhelmed. My eyes watered and my nose wrinkled. I exhaled. I felt him shudder around me as the warm air assaulted his sticky cock. Suddenly, I was hit with the ralization of where I was and what I intended to do. Everything had become incredibly lucid, and each second that passed felt as though it had substance. 

My body understood what I wanted before I did; my mouth was watering. A small amount of saliva dribbled down my chin as my tongue reached blindly forward. It gently brushed the tip of his head. 

Everything was muffled beneath his rotund stomach, but I heard his moan clearly. I didn't hesitate for a moment longer, and took the rest of him into my muzzle. 

Slick.

Sticky.

Warm.

I sealed my lips against its base, and pulled on it as one would a straw. As I did, my tongue slid back against it, and he failed to stifle another moan. I was surprised he had lasted this long. 

I didn't notice it at first, but after another moment I felt his fingers trace down my ear. My ears were long enough that I usually tucked them under my cap and down the back of my shirt. He'd never felt them before. He brushed the smooth, velvet fur gently with his fingertips. After a while he grew confident enough to place his fingers around the back of my head. With just enough force to suggest what he wanted, he gently pressed my face deeper into his underbelly. I gladly obliged.

I pressed my face firmly against him, and pulled my hands away. The deep roll of fat I had been holding back enveloped my face. His belly pressed heavily from above, and my cheeks were nearly entirely engulfed. This meant, of course, that any fresh air I had before was no longer accessible - and it was hot down there.

My nose was pressed into the softly-furred dimple just above his cock. I inhaled as deeply as I could. I lashed my tongue harshly against him, slid my head back and forth down his length. I could taste his sweat. I moaned into him as spit dribbled down my chin. It wasn't enough.

I let his fur bristle between my fingers as I ran my hands up his meaty thighs. I sunk my fingers into his soft rump, stretched my tongue over my bottom teeth, and pulled him toward me. He took the hint. His legs moved slightly, and he pressed forward. I felt the back of my head touch the seat behind me before he pulled back again. His thrusts were short; I could hear him panting as he bucked into my mouth. Though his movements were shallow, his quivering belly felt massive as it moved above my head. 

His smell grew more intense, and after another moment I finally felt it twitch. His head brushed the roof of my mouth, then spat a thick rope down the length of my tongue. It was salty and dank, and I drank it greedily. He cried out softly as he let loose another quick jet, then another. My tongue was bathed in it, and I swallowed it down. I pulled back, let his cock slide against my face, and breathed in again. The smell was richer now. 

I pulled my head from between his legs. After a bit of shuffling, I managed to squeeze around him and get back into my seat. He offered my hat back to me, but I declined; I put it back on his head, put my hand to his face, and kissed him. His fingers found their way to my ear again. 

When we finally pulled away from each other, he gently lifted my ear to his lips. I felt my face flush. I leaned toward him, and kissed the side of his neck.I took his free hand and slowly guided it down my belly. I used his finger to hook the hem of my pants and lift it, then pressed it lower. I slid my tongue into his ear as he kneaded me, and we kissed again as I came between his fingers.   

We watched the rest of the movie with our faces pressed gently together. He hadn't let go of my ear.