A Classic Case: Jock Gets Girlfriend, Jock Gets Chubby

Bro put on a few..

Just give up bro. It’s gonna happen whether you like it or not. But let’s be real. You know you fuckin love how it feels. You’re a fuckin man after all. The whole world is watching as American men domesticate themselves. They’re laughing at the fact that you’re getting dumber and fatter with every passing year. American men used to be slim, strong and virile. And smart. American men used to read books. Look at yourself bro. You couldn’t pay attention to a book even if you wanted to. I mean fuck bro. You can barely pay attention to a movie these days. It’s ok bud. A domesticated fatboy like you doesn’t need to watch movies if there aren’t cool explosions in it. All that boring talking is hard to keep up with isn’t it?

Can’t really blame the world for laughing though, huh. I mean… the smell of a pizza alone is basically a pheromone for American men. Pizza might as well be a fuckin sex toy these days. Fat is the standard for men in America. 50 years ago, you’d be stared at if you were over 200 pounds. Now, if you reach the age of 30 without gaining 50 pounds, you’re a statistical anomaly. Let me explain simpler so you can understand. All your bros are gettin fat, bud. You’re a fuckin man. So eat like one bro. Make your country proud. Eat till the head of your dick presses against your belly when it’s hard. Might as well, all your buddies are doin it!

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Lovely Couple these two aint they

Joey

I moaned gently, holding my legs up while he pushed in. My parents weren’t home, but it still felt dangerous to make noise.

Jethro started to rock his hips, and with each firm thrust into my ass, I couldn’t help but let noise escape me.

“Good boy,” he said.

He entered me so much easier than last week, and fuck it felt way better too. My dick was hard as a rock as he fucked me.

“You’re so much wetter than last time, Boy. That pussy of yours is getting an appetite.”

He reached down and rubbed his hand over my chest, pinching my nipple. I cried out.

He paused for a moment, and reached for the dildo he had placed next to me on the bed. His cock slid out of me with a slopping pop. He was right, I’d never been this wet before.

He slipped the dildo into me, and my ass took it easily. Then, holding it in place with one hand, he guided his cock in along side it.

“Siiir” I sighed as he pushed in, inch by inch.

“Yes, boy?”

“you feel so good” i said to him.

It only took three thrusts with both his cock and the dildo in me before my dick spurted my load all over my belly. With his free hand he scooped it up, and lifted his cum- covered fingers to my mouth.

“Open” he said, and I obeyed.

I sucked his fingers clean of my salty jizz, while he continued to stretch me.

Eventually I felt his dick pulse, his cum sinking into my ass. He pulled out, and I sucked him clean.

“You feeling better now?” He asked, stepping back and starting to gather his clothes.

“Dude,” I said, gesturing to the small bump under my belly button. “You really think one great fuck is going to make me okay with this.”

“relax boy, Joey looks great in you.”

“Joey?” I asked.

“yeah, I reckon if it’s a boy we call him Joey.” He said, zipping up his jeans.

“I haven’t decided to keep it yet.” I said.

“Call him by his name, boy” Jethro snapped.

“I haven’t decided to keep Joey yet” I said, obeying my commands. In that instant, something changed. I put my hand to the soft bulge, my skin sticky from my cum.

I held on to my last strand of righteous anger. “I can’t believe you pushed a fertility pill into my ass without asking. And now you’re standing here grinning- you should be apologising to me.”

He laughed, pulling on his white t shirt. “Stand up and give me a twirl.”

I pushed myself off the bed, and twirled for him. It was the perfect mix of embarrassing and possessive.

“Look at you: wide hips, full womb, thick legs and bulging biceps. You should be thanking me, boy” he said. Stepping closer to me, one hand moving to my belly, the other to my neck.

“Thank me, Boy” he whispered in my ear.

“Thank you, Sir” I said back, softly. I was lost in the sensation of his hand massaging where my abs used to be.

“For what?” He prompted me, his breath like feathers on my neck.

“Thank you for putting a baby in me, Sir” I said, starting to feel truely grateful as my cock stiffened again.

He cupped my ass, sliding a few fingers into me.

“Gotta go to work now, Boy.” He said, “You two Have a fun final few weeks at college. Soon you’re just gonna be a baby maker.”

it’s ok bro u can objectify me a lil bit...i sorta like it bro