I was playing some PS5 in my apartment when I heard a knock on the door, knowing that it was probably just my friend Jackson coming over like we had planned. We were going to see a movie together later but he was coming over early so we could hang out and play some games.
“It’s open! Just come in!” I yelled out, not bothered to take my attention off of Apex Legends, it was a ranked match and I was almost Diamond so I didn’t want to risk losing it.
The door opened and with a quick glance to double check it was Jackson and not some stranger, I saw his hulking frame enter my apartment before quickly turning my attention back to the screen.
“Heyy heyyy, how’s Apex going?” Jackson waddled over to me, closing the door with a slam behind him. He definitely didn’t mean to slam it but he’s just that kind of a guy. Jackson was easily 6’2 but also really chubby, often wearing baggy clothes and big jackets to hide his stomach. Underneath his layer of fat was pure muscle though as Jackson was training to be a wrestler so he was just bulky for show.
His wrestling habits also made him a very touchy person, especially when someone was smaller than he was, often picking me up and putting me into wrestling holds or just hugging me real tight. I was only 5’8 and very skinny to boot so I didn’t put up much of a resistance and just let him get on with it as he was doing right now as he put his massive hands all over my head, messing with my hair and pulling my head into his belly. More accurately, the underside of his belly and his crotch since he was so tall.
His hands began massaging my scalp and it actually began to feel nice, his massive hands covering my whole head easily with the massage, rubbing out all of the stress and tension I was holding onto. I let out a sigh of relief as I refocused on my game as his hands moved down to my shoulders, squeezing them tightly as pain shot through my body.
“YEOWCH! That hurt man!” I tried to ignore the pain my shoulders were in but they were extremely sore.
“Whoa whoa, your shoulders are SO tense man, tenser than I’ve ever felt, what’s got you stressed out?” Jackson laughed at me, poking my shoulders with his fingers as he felt the incredibly tight muscles.
“Nothing’s got me stressed out, my shoulders are just always like that…” I retorted, because it was true, I wasn’t particularly stressed about anything and I usually had tight muscles due to not stretching properly after exercising.
“You gotta let me rub out the knots man, holding that much tension ain’t good for your health.” Jackson moved around the couch to stand in front of me, his hands reaching back out to my shoulders as I tried to crane around his huge body.
“Dude, get out of the way! I can’t see anything, massage me later, or not at all!” I yelled, starting to get annoyed at Jackson’s presence in my house.
He stopped, shifting out of the way so I could see the TV once more as he appeared to be contemplating something for a few seconds, before stepping next to me and putting one hand on my back, SHOVING me onto the floor face first as I did my best to keep my hands on the controller and my eyes on the screen.
“What the HELL?! What was that fo- OUGH” My protests were interrupted by Jackson plonking himself down onto my back, crushing me into the floor beneath his massive weight, knocking the wind out of me.
“There we go, problem solved!” Jackson stated as he reached his hands back out to my shoulders and resumed his massage, the pain coursing through me as his fingers dug into my skin and muscle. I tried to wriggle out from underneath but it was no use, the difference in weight and strength meant I was trapped as he attacked my shoulders.
We were there in that position for a while, me playing Apex while Jackson rubbed my shoulders until I finally started feeling some of the tension relieve itself, the pain subsided and it felt like I was 10x lighter in my neck and shoulders. The massage was actually making a difference, Jackson clearly noticing my yelps of pain going away as he moved his hands down to my spine, finding new knots and sore muscles to prod at, all over my back.
Jackson’s hands roamed my body, each time he found a new spot, he would rub it with his massive hands until the pain was gone before moving on, slowly working his way down until he reached the top of my butt cheeks, shuffling himself backwards onto my legs, straddling them as he began to massage my ass over the top of my tracksuit pants.
The feeling of his hands on my butt was starting to feel different to all the other places he had massaged and I could feel my erection growing, pressing into the floor painfully as I tried to shift myself to make it more comfortable for my penis.
“Jackson, you don’t have to keep going with the massage, really I think I’m a lot better now!” I tried to appeal to his lazy side but unfortunately, he didn’t have one.
“It’s fine Dan, plus I’m enjoying watching you play the game anyways, but I’m having trouble getting to the knots in your butt, your pants are getting in the way and your round tush isn’t helping either” Jackson laughed deeply as his own joke as he pushed harder against my ass but I could tell it wasn’t working like he wanted it to.
I hoped that was enough to get him to stop touching my ass but instead, I felt him grab my waistband with his meaty hands.
“I think I have an idea though, let me juussssttt” As he spoke, he swooped my pants away from my butt, taking my underwear with it as my bare ass was exposed to the cold air of the apartment, his hands roughly grabbing my ass once more, digging his fingers into the soft skin.
“DUDE, can I fucking help you??? What do you think you are DOING?!” I raged at him, reaching back with my hands to try and swat him away but he just ignored me, continuing to massage my butt until I gave up and returned to playing the game. If I wasn’t erect before, I sure was now, my penis grinding hard into the carpet below me, staining it with precum.
I was just glad Jackson couldn’t see the underside of me, as I tried my best to tune out Jackson’s hands on me. Jackson often had a sick sense of humour, spanking me or standing next to me at the urinals and offering to hold my cock as I pissed but this was definitely more than I was used to.
Another couple minutes passed and I was reaching the end of my Apex match, hopefully once I was done, Jackson would get off of me and we could resume the rest of our evening in a normal way. I could feel Jackson shifting around on top of my legs, lifting some of his weight off of me so clearly he had the same idea…
“I’ve been thinking, you seem to have gotten a lot of stress out of you from my little massage here, right?” Jackson asked me as I heard more shuffling behind me.
“Uhhh, yeah I guess so?” I hesitated as I’m not sure how much relief I actually got from being manhandled
“Mm I thought so, and I think that I deserve some stress relief too, don’tcha think Dan?” The shuffling behind me stopped and I felt Jackson’s hands on either side of my body as his weight fully lifted off of me.
I began to wonder what he meant but I didn’t have to wait long as Jackson swung himself forward, PLUNGING his FAT cock inside of me in one thrust as he leaned his entire body into me, his fat stomach holding me down as he bottomed out inside of me, his balls slapping against my own.
“FUUUUCKKKK, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? UGHHHHH, THAT FUCKING HURTS” I screamed out, his cock wasn’t very long, maybe about 5 inches but it was GIRTHY, stretching my rim around it painfully.
He didn’t answer me, instead beginning to hump me while remaining inside of me, jabbing me with his cock. His hands reached around and placed the dropped controller back into my hands, encouraging me to somehow continue playing as he began to slowly thrust in and out of my ass.
I just sat there, unable to move any part of my body due to the pain in my backside, breathing hard as Jackson began making out with my neck, pulling my head to the side and sucking on me, his thrusts picking up as his fat hog destroyed my insides. My character in Apex eventually died to me being afk, the sounds of defeat echoing across the room and mixing in with the sounds of skin slapping.
“Well thats a shame, I thought you might win that one as well” Jackson moaned into my ear, his hands grabbing my shoulders and pulling on them, shifting us backwards until we fell back into each other, Jackson leaning against the couch as his massive frame kept me propped up, his cock continuing to plunge in and out of me as he spread my legs apart with his own, his arms wrapping underneath my shoulders and around the back of my head, trapping me in a Half-Nelson hold as he bounced me on top of him.
My cock was no longer hidden by the floor, it’s full hardness proudly flopped against my body dripping precum all over me. Jackson laughed victoriously at my bouncing cock, one of his hands reaching down and beginning to jack me off, eliciting moans from me as I felt my masculinity shrink away from me, being treated as a sextoy by my once friend.
Jackson resumed making out with my neck, giving me a deep hickey as he pumped into me more, his cock swelling up inside of me as I felt my own orgasm building, I pleaded with Jackson to stop but to no avail, our climaxes coming at the same time as I began to shoot sticky ropes of cum into the air and over our bodies, the cum sticking to our shirts as he unloaded himself into my ass, creampieing me with his fat cock before sliding out of me and shooting the last of his cum all over my ass.
We sat there, panting, Jackson holding my limp body against his while we recovered from what just happened. I could feel my ass pulsing as cum leaked out of it, my hole weak from being used in a way it never had before.
Jackson slowly shifted beneath me, standing us up and pulling my pants fully off, stepping out of his own pants as they fell to the floor, picking me up over his shoulder and walking towards my bathroom
After washing us both off, Jackson continued on with the rest of the night like nothing happened but his touches got more bold, rubbing my leg in the movie theatre and making me sit on his lap on the train ride home, I didn’t even try to stop him anymore.
We got back to my apartment later and he let himself in, telling me he was going to stay the night as he picked me up and brought me into a bear hug, preventing me from doing anything to stop him or save myself…
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