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Chubby Chaser Ch. 02

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When I had my first summons from Jeremy, I made a point not to be late getting there. He once told me that missing a call or text from him could spell the end of our association.

What was our association exactly? Well, Jeremy was my thirty-six-year-old co-worker at the parts factory. When I found myself aroused by the sight of him and entranced by the scent of him (feelings that confused even me), Jeremy noticed me noticing. He took me aside and asked me if I was what he called a chubby chaser, a man who is attracted to large men. Suddenly, I knew what I was: a chubby chaser. While Jeremy was quick to point out that he was not gay, he has let me blow him several times. He has even indicated he might fuck me at some point. I always thought I was straight but one look at Jeremy’s naked body in the locker room showers at work proved to me that I’m gay, or at least bi, with a fetish for bigger men.

I met Jeremy to give him blowjobs in his delivery truck, in the showers at work, in his car, in the alley behind a bar and in an underground parking garage.

Now that Jeremy had finally summoned me to his own home, I made it to his door on time, with minutes to spare. He told me I was early and ordered me to stand outside and wait. I wondered what people would think of me standing in front of a man’s apartment door with puppy dog eyes asking to be let in for several minutes.

Eventually, he opened the door and invited me in.

“Eight o’clock means eight o’clock, not five to.”

I nodded agreeably and looked around the interior of his apartment.

The place was a pig-sty and all I saw was the living room and the kitchen. The ancient wallpaper was peeling and yellowed. The shelves and tables were covered either in dust or beer cans. The couch was buried in a mountain of laundry. The windows were so dirty they barely allowed light. The floors were filthy and the rugs were in sorry need of vacuuming. The kitchen backsplash was disgusting. The sink was full of dishes and the counters were covered with take-out bags and boxes. The garbage and recycling bins were overflowing. I thought it spoke volumes about how Jeremy prized me in our relationship Anadolu Yakası Escort that he didn’t lift a finger to clean up before I arrived.

Jeremy went and sat in a large wingback chair and gestured for me to get on my knees in front of him. I obeyed, even though I didn’t care to put my knees on that dirty carpet. He unbuckled and opened up, letting his cock spring up. It didn’t go far; he wasn’t terrifically endowed.

I didn’t need to be told what to do next. I put my hands on his thighs and leaned in to take the swollen dick into my mouth. I was pretty new to cocksucking, but I knew what I liked and used that as a starting point. I gave the glans of the penis plenty of attention with my swirling tongue. I bobbed my head over his cock.

Jeremy never waited for my jaw to get sore. He usually came in three minutes or under. What he lacked in stamina he made up for in potency. I gave him head three of four times in a day sometimes. I found myself excited as I wondered if this would be one of those days. Giving to Jeremy was a one-sided affair—he did not reciprocate—but I was satisfied. I would often come in my pants from blowing him. This was not one of those times however.

Jeremy blasted my tonsils with his semen, filling my mouth with the hot, tasty jizz I had come to love so much. I swallowed the whole load and continued licking and sucking at Jeremy’s cock until it was clean and dry. Then, at his command, I tucked his penis back into his pants and zipped him up.

“Good,” he said. Not thanks, just good. “What do you think of my place?”

“It’s, uh… it has plenty of space.”

“Yeah, but it needs a good cleaning.”

I didn’t want to alienate my feeder, but it seemed safe to agree.

“Why don’t you start in the kitchen?”

“Start?”

“I want a kitchen clean enough to eat off of.”

I was apparently slow. At first, I didn’t realize he was simply expecting me to get started but then it dawned on me. Cleaning that kitchen looked like a Herculean task. My shoulders drooped as I realized I was going to do it and without being asked.

While Jeremy went and watched television, Acıbadem Escort I was soon elbows deep in the job. I had taken out the garbage and the recycling and I swept and washed the floor. The counters had been cleared of debris and washed down. I also cleaned the backsplash and the cupboard doors. I had filled the sink with sudsy hot water, sorted out the pots, pans, dishes and glassware that needed to be washed and decided to do the plates first. I got through all the large plates and started in on the sandwich plates when I felt something behind me.

I still had my back to him when Jeremy lifted up my shirt. I let him raise it up over my head and off me. He threw it on the clean floor. I started to turn around, but Jeremy pinned me to the counter with his bulk until he sensed I would not resist him. I stared at the pattern of the tiles over the sink and inhaled deeply as I felt my trousers being pulled down. My underwear soon followed. I was wearing nothing but a pair of socks. Two big hands fondled my buttocks.

Jeremy whispered over my shoulder. “Watching your ass while you do my housework made me hot again.”

I was excited. He had seen me naked in the showers at work, but he never actually undressed me before. I felt an itch of desire in my virgin arse; it was hungry to be deflowered. I could not think of anyone I’d prefer for the job over Jeremy.

His train of thought ran parallel to mine. He had brought the lube over with him. He soon had his pants down to his knees. He lubed us up and I felt spasms of pleasure as he rubbed the lubricant over my anus. Jeremy asked if he was my first and I told him yes, please. He laughed.

Thus, off-guard, he leaned me over so my head was almost in the sink. I felt him bury the full length of his cock inside me. Though it wasn’t a huge cock, it caused me considerable pain at first. It may have partly been the angle of entry as we were both standing. Whatever the cause, the pain quickly receded and as my ass stretched out, I began to feel a warm, full sensation. Then Jeremy began bucking his hips against mine. I knew he wouldn’t last long.

“You feel so fucking Ataşehir Escort good,” I told Jeremy.

In response, he kept fucking me ever harder and faster. I didn’t think I would like it like that, but I was finding that I loved having my ass hammered this way.

Jeremy let out a roar and came up my ass. It only now occurred to me that I should have asked him to use a condom. I felt the sticky, hot goo settling in my rectum before I came too. I spurted against the cupboard doors under the kitchen sink.

Jeremy ordered me to lick my sperm off his cupboard doors and when I was done he gave me the job of licking him clean. That was hard for me because his cock was covered in my ass juices, but I persisted until he was happy. Then he zipped up and stalked off to the living room to carry on watching television.

“Don’t forget to finish the dishes,” Jeremy said.

I felt a sort of post-sex languor, so I only slowly picked myself up off the floor. I was in the haze of afterglow. I had no illusions that there was anything romantic about our liaison. I was fixated on him, while he regarded me as an instrument to achieve orgasm. I was little more than a receptacle to him.

I cleaned the bathroom next and as I was kneeling in front of the toilet to clean it, Jeremy was once more at my backside. I felt him opening my pants and yanking them down to my knees. I heard a zip, felt a sprinkle of lube and once more he heaved himself at my arse. I felt the weight of his belly pressing down on my lower back. My ass was still a bit tender from our first fuck, so I can’t claim it was painless when he entered me, but pain soon turned to pleasure as he once again pounded my ass to Heaven.

Having come twice already tonight, Jeremy lasted longer than usual. He rocked me through another intense orgasm. This time when I licked up my own cum, I had to put my tongue on the unwashed floor and the bottom of the toilet bowl. The humiliation kept me turned on. My chubby need only ask.

Jeremy sent me home after I finished cleaning the bathroom.

The next time he called me over to his place, he told me to strip naked. I eagerly obeyed thinking Jeremy was hot to trot. He handed me a light, rectangular box and told me to open it. There was a skimpy, frilly apron inside. Jeremy told me to put it on.

He said, “You can suck my dick, and then you can sort all this laundry.”

I was Jeremy’s chaser, his bum-boy and his personal maid.

And I loved it.

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