I’ll never forget the day after our obligatory PE in college.
I don’t know who decided that, but in our first year, we all had to take at least one hour-and-a-half PE class every week if we wanted to enroll for the next semester. What wasn’t fair was that we all had to do equal exercises regardless of how fit we were. Personally, I don’t care for sports that much and mostly prefer gaming in my room. That much was obvious from my protruding belly and smaller moobs that bounced while we were running or doing virtually anything. I wasn’t really obese, but there were probably some 25 pounds that I could shed. On the other hand, what was nice was the aftermath of the class; even though the jocks barely broke a sweat, they all religiously showered afterwards, which meant all that jock skin was on display—their toned or bulked bodies, big arms, heavy quads, and perky bubble buts. It was all so distracting, yet I and my erect dick still really couldn't complain. Particular distraction was one Latino guy—Mateo, I think his name was—he was on the soccer team, and honestly, if all players looked like that, it seemed that maybe I was into sports after all. He wore only a pair of three-inch inseam shorts that were barely holding in his quads and ass that wasn't so much a perky one, however, it was thick and then some. His shoulders were wide, framing his beefy pecs that recoiled when he walked.
I waited for a bit for the showers to empty out—firstly because I didn’t want all the people to see me shirtless. Secondly, I had more time to observe all the fine jocks that moved about. And oh, what glorious fortune it was that Mateo was taking a shower without pulling his shower curtain right in front of everyone. And obviously, he was really into it. His hands pressed onto his back, then traveled onto his ass cheeks and his calves as if he were performing. I think I drooled a bit.
Just before he was finished rinsing, I turned my face so as not to be caught in the act of staring. Though what I did was still tactical: I turned my eyes in the direction I knew he would go, and when he did come into my line of sight, I had to contain my gasp. The man was packing a monster. Not the longest, but thick with a dark, plump head. He was circumcised.
Praying my boner didn’t betray me, I quickly took my things and went to the shower. I took some time letting the water wash my tiredness off as well as the sweat, the horniness on the other hand...I could only dream. Lovely, I told myself. After I've showered, almost everyone should be out, and I’d have my peace and quiet to dry and dress myself. The blissful moment was interrupted by the sound of the shower curtain being pushed aside. As I quickly turned, I saw Mateo standing just outside of the shower. Then, he stepped in and pressed his torso onto my back as the shower kept running.
“I saw you looking at me,” he said into my ear. “I saw you and how you’ve been looking at me,” he paused, “during the whole class.”
“I-,” didn’t know how to react, “I-, I wasn’t…wasn’t looking at you.”
“Are you sure,” he purred as his hand traveled around my waist and grabbed my hard dick.
I was completely embarrassed and felt the blood rush to my cheeks. And that’s the moment I felt something hard on my back. He was hard! And he was pressing his erect dick against my ass.
“Have nothing to say?”
I said nothing. He was slowly sliding his hand up and down my ass.
“You know, I looked at you as well."
I wanted to die, yet the position I was in and what he was doing to me was making me even harder.
“We could say I have a type,” he said as he slowly teased my ass with his fingers.
“Mgh,” I grunted as he pushed his finger inside me.
“You like that,” he asked before he pushed his finger deeper and hit my prostate. As he did it, I let out an audible moan.
“That’s what I thought,” he said as I felt another finger pushing against my hole.
“Agh,” this time, I winced as tension spread arounf my hole.
“Sh, sh,” he whispered, “it’s fine, you’ll grow to like it.”
As he continued to work my hole, the pain turned to pleasure. I started to moan, and the more he twisted his fingers, the more he pushed inside of me.
“As I told you,” he said as he pulled out his fingers, “I have a particular type.”
At this point, I had both of my hands on the wall, bracing myself, and he was still pressed against my back. He repositioned the showerhead not to aim directly at us, and then, without all that sensory input of water, I felt a warm liquid on my hole. He spat a load of spit onto my hole and started massaging my entrance once again. I softly moaned at every twist he made with his finger.
He pressed his lips to my ears, “And do you know what type that is?”
I shook my head.
“You are,” he said in a husky voice, “Fatty,” before he pushed his cock inside me.
I winced and screamed in pain as his wide meat forcefully entered my hole, stretching my ass like nothing before ever did.
“What is it,” he asked cockily. “You don’t like it,” he said as he pushed himself balls-deep into me.
My vision went blank for a second as the pain soared through my body. My ass was on fire, his cock felt like a fiery rod. As I let out a grunt from all the pain, he pulled his cock out. The moment of relief was only brief before he pushed his meat into my ass once again, now with full vigor, pushing my face against the pale blue tiles of the shower stall. He started ramming his dick inside me, pushing his cock balls deep with every move. I could feel my ass cheeks bouncing against his perfect Adonis belt supporting his strong core. His hard body was slamming into my soft, curvy ass without. My vision blurred again as with every thrust, he widened my hole more and more.
“Ugh,” he grunted as he continued plunging into me, “You’re tight as a virgin.”
I wanted to cry, I wanted him to stop, but on the other hand, I didn’t. I wanted him to continue fucking me, using me like that. It felt exhilarating, a jock pounding away in my warm ass, his cock nestling inside, ravaging me.
“Fuck, you have a phat ass,” he grunted as he slapped my ass, “A slutty phat ass.”
The more vigorous he became, the more the pain transformed into pleasure. He was hitting my prostate the whole time, and his cock was stretching my hole more and more with every plunge. Every stroke felt like a hammer destroying me from inside out.
“Agh, yeah,” I moaned.
“That’s right, fatty, take this cock as the little slut you are,” he slapped my ass again. Hot pain spread over my left cheek, but it felt good. I was his to use in this moment. His to fuck and abuse.
He suddenly stopped, “Shit…you’re such a little slut. Look at that ass,” he spread my cheeks apart, “Arch that back, I want to see that pussy of yours.”
I carefully pushed my ass as much as possible in the air and lowered as much as the shower let me, “Yeah, that's right, fatty, show me that pussy.” At that point, I was leaking, but I don't know whether it was from his abuse of my prostate or from the degradation I felt as he called my ass a pussy. This simple idea made me recoil mentally, yet I knew he was right. There was nothing more after this...after him. I knew...that when he's finished with me, I could never go back. After he's finished with me, the only thing left behind will be a gaping hole...a pussy of his doing.
He rammed his cock into me once again, filling my ass with his thick Latino cock, “Yeah bitch, take it, that's right. Look what a little bitch you are.”
The more he called me names, the louder I moaned.
“Are you a little bitch?”
I continued moaning as he was asserting himself onto my hole.
“Are you a little bitch,” he hammered his thick cock once again before saying, “Repeat after me”.
I winced.
He punctuated every word with a deep thrust: “I. Am. A. Little. Cum. Slut. Bitch."
My cheek was pressed onto the shower tiles, and I was barely in the headspace to utter a word, except for the indistinguishable noise of moans. Yet I manage to somehow moan out:
“I am a little cum slut bitch.”
“That’s right, you are,” he grabbed me by the hips and slowly but steadily moved in a slow rhythm of deep fuck. I tried to the best of my abilities to grip his thick cock with my hole, but at this point, it was molded to his meaty girth. Every inch, the whole diameter was sliding into my pussy as if it were made specifically for him. He glided in and out, from the tip of his cock to the deepest part of his shaft. With every glide, I'd feel his balls shake as they touched my ass. The feeling of passion made me shaky in my legs. His dick was so warm, every time he entered me, the warm feeling spread through my hole up my spine.
“And do you know what fatties like you need,” he asked while picking up the pace.
At this point, I was a mess of pleasure and arousal, and I barely found the strength to moan out a “No.”
“You’re gonna see now,” he said as he fastened the rhythm, plunging his meat into my hole with all the strength he had in his legs. As he was entering me, his balls which from what I saw and felt now were enormous, were hitting my wet ass and producing a loud and sopping sound. He was a fertile stallion in need of a relief, and I was his willful victim, his milking toy.
“Agh, SHIIT I’m coming,” he groaned as he thrusted deep inside me and pulled me by the hips. His dick throbbed, and I could feel it engorge in my guts, stretching me from inside. I could feel every pulsating throb and with each one I felt a hot fluid—Mateo’s semen—gush into me. The feeling of his hot sperm spread from my ass up my gut. With every pulse, I could feel as more and more cum filling me up. After a minute or so, I felt pressure in my ass. It was building and building. My stomach grumbled and my eyes watered.
"Easy there piggie," he nibbled at my ear as he pressed both of his hot palms on the sides of my tight stomach. His dick continued pulsing and the noises from my stomach became louder and louder.
"Mateo, please," I begged out of breath, "I can't take any more."
As I said it he moved his hips as if to accommodate his cock, "Fuck," he said, "here it goes, for real." In an instant, I felt an immense pressure travel from my overstretched ass into my stomach. I felt my guts expand. My belly stretched more and more with a painful squeal coming from my abdominal muscles. With every massive throb, more cum filled me. Hot, thick, and heavy cum flowed through my body. I was panting, not being able to form any words, my belly just a molten ball of Mateo's cum. "P-P-Please M..." I couldn't even muster the clarity to say his name.
“Yeah, get filled with my seed, you slutty cumdump,” he said as he pushed his dick deeper in me to ensure I was properly filled.
I moaned the more his seed traveled up my intestines all the way to my gut. My belly expanded more and more and suddenly the weight of it pulled me to the ground. I was now on my knees, bracing myself with my arms. My belly was almost touching the floor.
"That's it cum piggie," he said pressing even more into my fuckhole. His hands were still pressing onto the lower sides of my belly, holding it in place, supporting it. His strong palms were etching themselves into my overstretched skin. All the pressure now migrated back into my ass. I was sandwiched between the tiled wet wall and floor and Mateo's strong body that controlled me with that monster cock that was pushing even more into my guts. The pressure was too much, just too much. The heat radiating from my ass was unbearable, and my knees were shaking. I could barely breathe from the salty taste rising from my throat. My ass was on fire, and it felt like it was being torn apart. Just as I thought I couldn't take any more, I felt a massive waterfall of Mateo's semen escape around his dick and out of my ass. All that pressure made me tighten up and explode all over myself and the tiles before me. I didn't know how much I came, just the fact that I knew I never in my life came that much.
His semen dripped down my legs, thick, white, and with a salty odor. It was hot and covered most of the shower stall floor.
“Such a dirty cumdump,” he said as he looked at my stretched loose hole oozing rivers of his semen; I was barely holding myself not to just plop on the cum stained floor as my huge belly was pulling me down and sloshing around full of Mateo's cum.
I was panting, still unable to process what had happened. Did he just knock me up? Is that even possible? How is my belly so big? Oh I’m gonna be sick. I felt the salty taste of sperm creeping up my throat. More seed escaped my hole and down my ass crack as I couldn't clutch my hole closed from all the beating it just received—it was warm and thick as it rolled down my balls and onto the shower floor. I was aware of all of Mateo’s cum in me; there was a contrast of the cold ceramic floor on which my belly was now resting and the heavy fluid that was splashing inside of me.
“There’s no one here anymore,” he said in a distant voice as he looked around the showers. Then he smiled, “But don’t you worry; wait 'till the whole football team hears about you.”
