Gay Erotic Stories

Loren sang Opera her entire life. She had talent, money, fans at her feet, but lacked a steady lover. Her job took her around the world and she was very intelligent. The trouble was the press chided her about her weight problem and would not leave it alone. No matter her talent, her extra heavy frame was fodder for gossips. Loren was very overweight. Five foot three and weighing in at 260 pounds she had always been large. Her breasts alone weighed as much as two infants. Loren could sing the birds out of the trees, but it would not matter as long as she looked the way she did. She became depressed whenever another tabloid came out with slanderous insults. Locking herself inside her house, she refused to see anyone. The phone was her only contact with the outside world and she ate constantly due to depression. One day, a pizza came to her door. As usual, she ordered the delivery to leave it outside and she slipped the money under the door. This time the boy refused to leave until he saw her in person. He claimed to be a die hard fan and he recited her best performances by heart. Feeling at an all time low, Loren was touched. She allowed the boy in. He was about 12 years her junior, with a tall, lanky build and kind blue eyes. They sat and talked for hours and shared the pie. His name was Douglas and he was a huge opera buff. He adored Loren no matter her weight. Over time, the two became closer. Loren began to dress a bit provocatively for the boy, wearing low cut dresses and control top pantyhose. Doug noticed too. Her lungs that had sang out on CD that he listened to were now heaving up and down with her deliciously mountainous tits. He longed to play in her playground. He fantasized about grabbing her flesh folds while riding her hard. He wondered how hungry she was for a good fuck, but out of respect for her, never made a move. Loren fancied the boy terribly. She developed a crush on him. At night, she would lie in bed, alone and naked and put her arm in her cleavage and tweak her fleshy peaks of nipple flesh, until her pussy was slick. Her hands would then go to work. One hand she would use to open her body’s many folds, while the other would insert her fingers deeply, thrusting rhythmically as she fantasized about sucking on Douglas’ prick. One day, she sensed that Doug was very restless and was staring unrelentingly at her tits. She asked him to come to her. He did. She rolled up her huge flowery tent dress very slowly, revealing her sturdy trunks of naked leg flesh. Doug’s erection was apparent. He stuck his hands between her wobbling thighs and felt the warmth of her starving pussy against her extra large panties. She exhaled loudly and he knew it was time. He helped her up onto the bed, and helped her take off her clothes as he stripped down eagerly. Her body wobbled as her heavy breasts fell to the side as he undid her mammoth bra. He straddled her sitting on her warm fat flesh, his hard member poking into the grooves of her belly. Using his hands, he rolled the flesh over his member, massaging it. He groaned loudly as he fucked her deep flesh rolls. She begged for contact, deeper, lower. He dug his head between her huge thighs and finally found her inner lips. He suckled her clit and her cunt flaps surrounded his face as he lapped up her glistening juices. She was screaming a lovely soprano note. He kept it up and the more he pleased her the more she would sing out. It was thrilling. He could not take much more as he grabbed his nine inch club and stuck it deep into his idol as she sang out loudly. Over and over he fucked her gelatinous flesh. Her breasts were flopping about with every thrust. He made it count. When she erupted, her cry was like a beautiful aria. He came messily between her wobbling thighs and kissed her watermelon breasts tenderly. After months of hot sex and warm companionship, Doug was her constant companion and Loren was not only seen in public, but she had a smile on her face. The tabloids concentrated on her relationship now and seemed to lay off her weight for the time being. Life was, indeed, like a song.