Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear

Chapter One

Low self -esteem; I’m not doing that in 2019.  I repeat: Low self-esteem; I’m not doing that in 2019. I am leaving all of that I am not good enough, if only I looked like, maybe he will love me if, bullshit all the way the fuck back in 2018. Bye! Good riddance.

New Year’s Day ,2019, I attended the funeral of my best friend J’Lonnie Freeman. J’Lonnie blew his face to Kingdom Come on Christmas day over some ain’t shit down low nigger who dumped him after he bought toys for all the broke ass mother fucker’s little bastard kids.  Yes, I called his kids bastards, and nobody is going to check me. 

When they lowered my childhood friend into the ground, I had the chilling reality that I wasn’t too far from the grave myself.  This gay lifestyle will run your ass low, being a big dude in this life is a whole other challenge. Mother fuckers think that you having a little extra meat on your bones is open season for them to fuck you over any type of way. No God!! I am done. Low self -esteem; I’m not doing that shit in 2019.

Now let me be clear when I say big; I am not about to be featured on My 600-pound life. No God. I am what you call chubby.  I weigh 235; I am not ashamed to say it. I am 235, cute to death and damn it I am worthy of having. The sad part is it took my best friend to die having never realized it for himself for me to have an epiphany.

I swore on the grave of my best friend that I would never, ever give my body to another that couldn’t own me publicly. I was also done hooking up with those freak ass chubby chasers. Besides they often rejected me because they said I wasn’t heavy enough. Fuck all the insanity. I made up my mind that I was going to have the relationship that I deserved, or I would have none at all.

I wasn’t about to leave this world with anything less than everything I desired and deserved.  I may not be everybody’s cup of tea but there is somebody out there wanting to take a sip.

Chapter Two

“Are you sure you want to join us?” asked my friend Curtis Dent when we pulled into the parking lot of the studio.  My second-best friend, Chauncy gripped the stirring wheel in frustration. To be honest, Curtis wasn’t really either of our friends, He was a messy ass faggot that hung around J’Lonnie and pretty much bummed off of him. Curtis was your typical pretty light skinned nigger that thought the whole world was in love with him. In reality, my boy Chauncy walked circles around Curtis in the looks department. Chauncy and J’Lonnie were cousins and ever since elementary school the two of them had been my number one and number two best friends.

“Clyde did pay for his session.” Said Chauncy reminding Curtis that he hadn’t put a dime out for shit.

“I just thought with you being as big as you are, Clyde, you might feel a little self – conscious taking nude portraits.”  And that bitch really emphasized that word, big as if I am the Goddamn Good Year Blimp. It’s shit like that why I don’t fuck with Curtis. The bitch is always on some tear somebody down shit.

“Well if you feel comfortable with your bird chest, light bright body and jet-black uncut dick, I guess Clyde is comfortable posing nude at his size.”  Did I mention that Chauncy was damn savage? When he ain’t got shit for you; he ain’t got shit for ya and he did not have SHIT for Curtis.

“You so crazy, Chauncy.” He laughed as if he really thought Chauncy was joking. 

Curtis got out of the car first and headed to the door.

“Anymore shit like that and I am paying his ass dust and he can walk the hell home.”

“He is a bitch, but he was J’Lonnie’s friend.” I sighed, “Let’s just get through the day.”

Our photographer, Marko (He only went by one name like Prince), was an ebony God in the flesh. His skin was onyx black, his body was so ripped and defined he looked as if he had been carved from granite. The white capri pants her wore were themselves a work of art against his dark skin. 

Thirsty, THOT ass Curtis took every waking second to try and throw himself at Marko.  Every pose the nasty bitch came up with somehow always involved him having his legs spread wide and ass turned up to the camera.  

“Hmph, some bitches gotta make everything rachet.” Said Chauncy not trying to whisper.  Marko stopped what he was doing, turned to face us and gave Chauncy and I a wink.  Just as I had suspected, Marko had too much class to find Curtis’s ho shit the least bit attractive.

When he was finally done with Cutis’s session Marko took a five-minute break.

“You nervous, Clyde?” asked Chauncy.

“I am not going to lie, I kinda wish I was skinny like Curtis or built like you.”

“But you’re thick and juicy; now own it. Besides, I think Marko has his eye on you.”

“Boy stop playing.” I chuckled.

“Seriously, Clyde, he is checking you out.”

“Are you ready?” asked Marko returning from his break.

“Hey, Curtis, why don’t you and I go get a burger while Clyde has his session.”  Chauncy winked at me.

“Okay.” Said Curtis “Because I am sure it’s going to take him a long time to get a good picture of Clyde.”

“Just bring your hungry, broke ass on while I am feeling generous enough to feed you; you trifling cunt.”

Curtis laughed in order to save face then followed Chauncy out of the studio.

“Your friends are interesting.” Said Marko in that beautiful British accent.

“Only one of them is my friend.” I corrected

“Let me guess; Chauncy.”

“Of course.”

“Are you ready now?”

“Sure.” I said nervously removing the white robe I had been given upon arrival. I was impressed that Marko had robes in all sizes.

“OOOh, Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear.” He said in complete admiration. “Please forgive me, I am just partial to voluptuous men.”

I had never been referred to as voluptuous.  I liked it, especially out of Markos sexy mouth.

“Thank you.” I smiled.  “How would you like for me to pose?”

“Just do whatever you are comfortable with. I want you to put your personality into every pose.

Chapter Three

I am not certain how good my modeling actually was, but Marko seemed pretty damned turned on by it. He groaned as if on the verge of climax with every flash of his camera.

“I am sorry, you are just so enticing.” Said Marko. “Please forgive my behavior but you are just scrumptious.”

The only way that I could have missed that big, hard horse dick standing up in his white capris is if I was blind. For every action there is an equal or opposite reaction. Mine was equal. My dick hardened to its full eight and a half inches. Yes, bitches, that’s my actual size. So much for the chubby niggas got small dicks myth.

Marko moved in close to me.

“Please, Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, let me be your honey.” 

“Yes but give me one minute.” I dashed to my phone and left Chauncy a text message to take his time getting back.

As soon as I put my phone down Marko was on his knees sucking my dick as if it had healing powers.

“MMM.” He moaned in between sucks. “I cannot wait to have this sweet dick inside of me, Teddy Bear, Teddy bear.”  

Child you could have knocked me over with a feather. This manly muscle, horse dicked hunk of man wanted my chubby ass to bang his guts. 

He bent across a stool. My eight-and-a-half-inch dick had been sucked to damn near nine and a half inches. I spread his well sculpted ass cheeks and spit inside.

“Oooh!” He moaned when I entered him. “Fuck me Teddy Bear. I am your honey; devour me.” 

With every stroke my ego grew as big as my dick.  This fine ass man liked me so much he was willing to let me dick him down in his place of business with the doors unlocked.

I maneuvered Marko onto the floor and on his back.  He raised his well- muscled leg to the sky.  His enormous black cock leaked puddles of precum all over his perfect abs as I buried myself deeper inside of him.  All ten of Marko’s toes curled inward almost meeting his arches as his cock spit forth its juices.  

“Ooh, Teddy Bear.” He purred as I pulled out and sprayed his amazing buttocks with my seed.

“Whoa, Marko. This was the last thing I expected would happen to me today.”

“But was it a good thing?”

“It was a very good thing.”  I smiled. I got to go find a bathroom to wash off in.  My voluptuous ass walked slowly knowing that Marko was enjoying the view.

Chapter Four

“Oh, you fucked him.” Said Chauncy as I got into the car.  “You so fucked him.”

“I seriously doubt that.” Said Curtis’s hating ass. “That nice looking man don’t want nobody big as Clyde.”

“No bitch what he didn’t want is some light skinned anorexic faggot who doesn’t know how to properly wipe his stank ass before he shows up at a photo shoot doing bitch splits.” I snapped.

“Ha, Ha; Clyde’s got jokes.”

“You know what Curtis; get the fuck out of my car.” Said Chauncy. “My cousin made the mistake of thinking you were a friend; he’s deceased now. Neither me nor Clyde like your broke, nasty, using ass.”

“Chauncy, we are a good five miles away from where I live.”  Said Curtis once he was outside the vehicle

“Well, it’s a good thing that you aren’t as big as me.” I teased as Chauncy sped away.

My pictures arrived three weeks later. Goddamn I was sexy. My brown chubby/voluptuous ass is fine, and nobody will ever tell me any different.

My life was going great.  I was seeing Marko regularly. He got me a modeling gig with a big and tall clothing company that sold clothes that actually looked good on big men.  

“OOOh, Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear.” Whispered Marko as I stood before the white background in a pair of mid -thigh length shorts and a tank top. He aimed his camera and I served him nothing but confidence.  Low self-esteem; I am not doing that in 2019.

The End

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