A Man's Embarrassment turns into True (Tummy) Love

Sitting in the dark corner of a crowded dance club sits a lonely young man. To describe him I would say that he is very cute: round face, blond hair, blue eyes and a pink full mouth.

He is sitting alone, nursing a beer, by the far end of the club. I notice he wears his shirt un-tucked and he wears tight fitting jeans. At least that's what I could see from the dance floor. We make eye contact across the busy throng of people and he seemed embarrassed and noticeably sucked in his stomach. I moved closer, but I kept dancing with my friends. He was sweating from the exertion of holding in such a big tummy and I could see him start to rub it as if all of a sudden he had a terrible stomach ache. He put his head down on the table and sobbed softly. I couldn't bear to watch him from afar, crying like that, I had to comfort him. I slowly made my way over to him and sat down next to him.

Putting my hand on his thigh I leaned over carefully and asked him, "What's wrong?" He put his head up and looked at me with his deep blue eyes and was still crying, the tears streaming down his chubby cheeks. He started to cough and as he did, my hand that was resting on his thigh felt his girth move next to it. He then shifted in his seat and as he did, his abdomen was now right on top of my hand; fully covering it, and my hand was starting to hurt from this massive belly on it. Not noticing my hand, he whimpered, "I know that I am fat and that no girl could ever accept my disgusting flab." He continued, "To be honest, I have a 46 inch waist and my belly falls so far over my belt that my belt disappears under my fat rolls."

I then looked down at his tummy and gently lifted his gut to free my hand, gently holding his stomach. He was wearing a very soft denim cotton shirt and it was loose over his tummy. Then taking both hands, I cupped his big belly folds and said softly, "I can see that you are overweight and though it is true that women think it is disgusting, as you say...but you have a soft tummy not a hard beer belly and it is so sweet to touch it and caress it." The boy looked into my eyes and kissed me gently on my wet, waiting lips. His tongue probed my mouth as I lifted his shirt to reveal a hairless, gigantic stomach that hung way past his belt as he had said. By that time the club was packed and I had decided that I wanted this chubby man in my bed. I propositioned him and he agreed. As he stood up, his tummy fell down over his pants and I realized just how fat he was! What a dream come true! As he walked past me, his soft tum pressed against my back and I almost came right there.

At my place, he lay beside me and I caressed the fattest part of his tummy; his fully stretched out abdomen. His jeans cut very deeply into his lower abdomen and so I undid his jeans, bent over and starting licking and kissing his belly button where his tummy really was the fattest and the fullest. I could feel his stretch marks yield to my mouth. He lay on his side and asked me, "Why are you so nice to me even though I am so fat? In fact, the reason I was crying back there is because I had asked a slim and pretty girl to dance and she lifted my shirt for my vulnerable gut to be seen and mocked at by everyone! She then proceeded to punch me very hard, right in my belly; right in the most vulnerable spot, my lower abdomen. It is the fattest and weakest part of my tummy and it still hurts."

He continued, "I thought that maybe you had seen what had happened and were coming over to rub it in." He was lying with his back to me telling me this, so I put my arm around him and caressed his poor bruised belly; at this point he started making low moaning sounds and said, "When you touch my fat like that it is so sexy; no one has ever done that before." I then got on top of him while he was still on his side and I leaned over and kissed his belly.

Of course, just before I got on top of him; I took my clothes off to reveal a sexy bra and panties set, and he shifted his tummy to make it look its fattest, even though he didn't think I noticed! I kissed his fatness and this time I took his fat belly roll, which now lay at least 15 inches from his waistband and gently kneaded his tummy. I started to suck on his belly button and later my middle finger even disappeared when I put it inside his fat mound of gut. My own tummy was softly falling onto his; we were a heaving mass of belly love; I jiggled his fat belly until he came. We came together and his great stomach heaved with delight.

As a finale, I measured his tummy while he kneeled on my bed; he was a whopping 72 inches around! 72 inches of the sexiest tummy fat - all stretch marks, cellulite and all - and it was all mine!