Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2006 12:27:30 -0800 (PST)
From: TJ Johnson <crazie4shemales@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fine White Boi 2

	We both had something in common. We were the biggest boys on
campus. For him, I meant that literally. He was near 400 pounds on a 5'8
frame. Me, I was the school's outstanding athlete football and basketball
hero. People ask me which sport I liked the most at times, and he could've
told you easily which one it was. Basketball of course, boy did I love
basketballs. That's what I used to call him, basketball boy, cause he did
have basketballs in his ass cheeks. Due to his alarming weight they were
more like beach balls to me.

	He was really an obese dude, too. His head was an oval, and he had
a tire like second chin, that was full of luscious. He had small eyes and
wore glasses, and between his puffy cheeks that turned beet red from the
slightest exercises were his juicy lips that only rarely chatted. He was a
freshman when I was senior and he was an outcast when he first got to the
school. He was an "I don't exists," pale, friendless, wholesome obese boy,
who said nothing in class and was the butt of most jokes. He never
responded, and would always be writing in his little black composition
book. At least that's what they all told me about him, I rarely saw him and
he was really just in the back of my mind.

	As for me, I've always had a fascination with fat. I'm attracted to
both fat women and men. I'm not into skinny women or men at all. My school
is pretty liberal about sexuality, so being a football star and openly gay
wasn't a rare thing. But liking fat people was. Girls nor men would
understand why I would reject them. I hadn't come out yet as a fat lover
and was one of the most handsome guys, at 6'1 185 pounds of a toned
muscular frame and I was single for all my high school years. I was out
going and hung out with friends, a lot. But sooner or later they started
calling me a tease. I never tried to get with anyone, even though we all
knew they had the hots for me.

             I wasn't without sexually satisfaction though. My French
teacher, Mr. Constanzo was one of the most obese people in school, and my
undercover partner. He was in his mid thirties, and sexy as hell. He had
dirty blonde wavy hair, and had was shaved completely everywhere else. He
was stylish and a bit on the feminine side. How we came about to be
partners is a completely different story. At any rate, the story begins at
his house.

	The luscious fat rumbled and traveled like jell-o under the tanned
skin of Mr. Constanzo as he walked his jiggling obese body out of his
bathroom. His protruding and undulating creamy belly bounced as he moved
his wobbling corpulent body with grace towards the bed where I
lay. Covering this 400 pound mountain of flesh was just a small purple
thong, that could barely conceal the obvious budge, that hung under his
ocean like belly apron. He sported long finger nails on his chubby fingers
and on his profusely fat face, above his jelly like double chin, and under
his wavy long hair, was well painted face. He liked to were make up as much
as I enjoyed seeing it on him, escpially when it was overdone. His thin
lips were covered in bright green lipstick, and his puffy cheeks were
excessively pink. He even had silver eye shadow.

            In no time we indulged in kissing of feverish passion, my arms
wrapped around his corpulence, squeezing the multitude of the jelly like
fat that had turned me on so much. Our lips were locked as our wanting
tongues wrestled in a sloppy and wet kiss that evolved into long sessions
of sucking. Our mouths were suction cups on each others cheeks and
throats. My tongue began bathing his flabby face in saliva as I grabbed his
large fleshy ass, cupping and gripping it with sheer force, while his fat
danced and traveled like jell-o through my eager palms and fingers. I begin
thrusting my hips while my enticed dick poked his large ocean of fat called
his belly. Soon, I sucked on his fleshy fat blessed neck, turning my mouth
into a wet vacuum on his skin. In no time I was down to his large and
pendulous breasts, and I squeezed and toyed with his hard nipples. His
flesh was fumbled and it rippled in my mouth as I sucked his breast as
though they were my last gasps of air.  The obese man lay on his fat
stricken body on his back as my tongues began working his small but thick
cock. His sperm and my saliva mixed as I swirled my tongue around his
dick. My sucking strength only continued, and in minutes my face was
covered in his sperm. I fingered his loose asshole a bit, as he moaned in
pleasure. I took a glance at him, and boy was he a site. His chubby hands
were cupping his large man breasts, his makeup ruined yet prominent. His
vast belly lay like another fat living organism as it undulated with each
of his deep breaths. He lifted his juicy flabby and thick thighs up as I
readied for penetration. I fucked him slowly at first, enjoying the site of
his chubby face squirming with delight and pleasure. Then I grabbed his
meaty breasts, and fucked vigorously and fast as he belly produced waves
and waves of motion. In no time at all, I had released pints of cum into
his asshole, and I collapsed unto the cushion of his obesity. We kissed for
awhile before, engaging in conversation about the big Mardi Gras party we
would attend later that night. We Confirmed where we would meet up, the
time and the place. I was soon on my way home to finish up on chores, give
my friends excuses on why I couldn't hang out with them, some homework, and
finally to get dressed.

	The festivities were incredible as I surmised. It was amazing. The
street was filled with lively jubilant music and very colorful people.
There was plenty of men dressed in drag as well as bright and loud colors.
The parade seemed never ending and every one seemed pleasant and ecstatic
to be there. I was just dressed in a black tee shirt, a black ball cap, and
some loose fitting jeans with Chuck Taylor's All star shoes to go with
it. I stood by a restaurant full of drag queens that were gothic. Pale face
paint, and black lipstick was the theme, and they dressed pretty wild. Some
had dog collars with spikes, some had spiked haired, some of them were
almost naked, some even were on all fours with another one holding them as
if he/she was walking a dog. After a couple of drinks I walked through the
crowd of theses very fem guys and made my way to rest room. On my way out I
bumped into him.

Damn was he gorgeous.

	He was sporting pigtails as his hair, and it was dyed jet black.
His pale obese, beautiful face was covered with even more white make up,
and it got paler, as he was obviously shocked to seem me. He struggled to
move his trembling lips drenched in black lipstick that was still was very
moist.

	"Hi, I'm Matt Harrington" I said with a palm stretched out to him,
right in front of his voluminous and creamy vast belly which was concealed
in a black tank top.

	"e-everyone kn-knows that..." he replied hiding his ravishing
chubby face. He kept his flabby arms and chubby hands behind his back,
looking at the ground, as I got a size view of his lush cheeks. I also
stole glances at his outfit. He was significantly shorter then I was, and
really a rounded ball of corpulence that expanded as my eyes went further
south. His double chin was rounded as well, and was fill of creamy fat. His
shoulders curved around to his massive flabby arms, that were hidden from
my view. He wore a black necklace, that leaded my eyes to his fleshy
cleavage. His breasts were flabby and round, full of and a bit flat. They
reminded of pancakes but with a whole lot more thickness, I could even see
his nipples a little bit. He sported a black ballerina tutu, that stopped
right around mid thigh. He had gigantic thighs that were just mountains of
creamy pale flesh. His thick and powerful calves were covered by knee high
boots that had heels on the back of them. I was about to explode in my
shorts due to my hard on. He was perfect.

We began a conversation in the hallway that lasted for about an hour, and
he was really beginning to be at ease with me. We left the hallway and got
near my car, and I drove him to the local park to enjoy the moon, and the
silence of night. We talked about everything from sports, to his religion
of satan worship, music, and even sex. He was timid and shy, and hung out
with the Goths, because they accepted him. In short time my hands were
around his comfy shoulders, and his flabby lush arm around my back, he
chubby head resting on my shoulder. I planted a kiss on his forehead, and
he looked into my eyes. As our eyes met, we were exchanging memories and
our submission to each other. His pale chubby face, painted with black
lipstick and eye liner wanted me as bad as I did him.

"I want to fuck you tonight, its been so perfect, we have to do it here" he
convincingly said. Our lips briefly touched each others before they began a
clashing of two tongues of unrivaled passion and lust. The wrestling of our
slimy tongues evolved into the sucking of each other's faces with
unparalleled passion. Forceful licks by our tongues streaked across each
other's cheeks up and down and up and down as if we knew no end to it. My
eager palms found the way down his lusciousness and soft fat curves to his
juicy and water like ass. The fat tumbled, spilled and flowed as my palms
gripped his gibbous buttocks. My lord, were they humongous- Two globes of
large spherical flesh bouncing bountifully in my palms. As my palms toyed
with the juiciness of his gelatin like ass, he seductively pushed me on my
back waddling his mountainous fat body to his feet. He then turned around
(shaking his huge buttocks and causing them to ripple like waves) and
pulled down his tutu slowly, exposing his milky white and astronomically
protruding ass cheeks. His wide hips began to sway back and forth, up and
down, creating uncontrollable tremors in his ass cheeks resembling what
water looked like in a bottle while it was shaking. His fat traveled
without direction through his flesh in his ass emitting waves of fat to
vibrate across his ass cheeks. I sat there amazed with the largest hard on
in the history of man. The speed of the motion in his vast buttocks
increased, and he lay his too magnificently comfortably and soft ass cheeks
on my lap and enticed, exposed cock. His enormously globular and fleshy ass
cheeks gripped my cock and he grinded on my shaft sending waves of ecstasy
through my nervous system. His ass cheeks continued their cataclysmic wave
like motions, as the creamy buttocks looked as if it was alive all on its
own. My cock soon found its way into his gaping asshole, and my thrusts
were passionate, fierce, consistent and full of pleasure. Our sex that
night seemed surreal, so perfect, and in hours we had climaxed enough to
pass out.