— Previously published in Honcho - March, 1991 —
confessions of a chubby chaser...
I like my men big. Always have. Under two hundred pounds, I throw 'em
back. There's just something about those big daddies that always gets my
heart pounding and my cock oozing.
They say that big men were once popular in the Samoan Islands because
people thought they knew where the food supply was. They also say that
fat men need to look in the mirror to see their dicks. But I don't care
about all that. While growing up and watching television, other guys
might have lusted over Ricky Nelson, Bud Anderson and Wally Cleaver. But
not me. I got off on Broderick Crawford, Perry Mason and Frank Cannon.
To me these hombres were hot. I lusted after them. Jerked off while
watching them. Creamed my jeans. With big men there is always more to
love. You can use that belly or that ass as love handles. Slat some fat;
you know, blubber-fuck. The possibilities are endless. You can even
invite a friend along since there is enough meat for everybody. But I am
the jealous type. And I wanted a big guy all to myself.
from high school, while other guys chased after girls, I secretly
searched for the big man of my dreams. Living in a small town there
weren't a lot of places to look. But I went to the movie theater,
checked out the men's room in the shopping mall and cruised the bus
Sure I got to look at some dick. And I pulled my prick a
lot on the sly. But still nothing-until one fine day I spotted this big
man hanging out in the bus depot toilet.
He was perfect. Seeing him made my shorts wet. And I think I drooled at
the mouth a little too.
He was over six foot tall. Huge shoulders. Big gut, maybe a beer belly.
Thinning blond hair. Steel blue eyes. Hands like hams ... love at first
From the mirror above the sink you could see the urinals and I hoped
he'd take a leak. Boy, that thought got my motor running. The very idea
of him reaching under that flabby belly to take hold of his cock to
piss! What I could do with that guy! Bury my face in it. Knead it. Lick
it. Oh, yeah, and jack off between the folds like straight guys do with
big boobs. Just as cute as the Pillsbury doughboy to me, they are. But
alas, no such luck; the object of my affection didn't have to whiz.
I went to the urinal to piss anyway but couldn't because my cock got
hard. Even when I adjusted it in an upright position it strained for
release. All I could think about was who the hell was this guy? A
traveling salesman maybe? He wore a cheap tan suit and from the looks of
his crumpled shirt, it was a safe guess he'd been on the road all day.
Standing at the mirror I combed my hair for the umpteenth time. The fat
guy pretended to read a folded newspaper but I saw him glancing around.
Then he walked toward me. "Waiting for a bus?" His voice was deep and
"Uh, no, I live near here."
It was a good thing there was no one else in the toilet. I was as
skittish as a cat. But if I had my way I'd get him into a toilet stall
and chew on his weenie. Or maybe he had a room at the hotel. If that was
the case he could strip naked and I'd lose myself in all that blubber.
"What are you doing hanging around the toilet?" He flashed a badge and
ID card. His gold badge said "police detective". And his name was Neal
according to the ID card.
"You're a cop?"
"I asked you a question."
"Oh ... I was just passing by and I had to go, you know."
"I think you're one of those perverts."
"No I'm not."
"Where do you live? Let's see some ID."
I showed him my state ID card.
"Says you're eighteen."
"Got a job?"
"No, but I'm looking."
"You on the other side of town? Well, come along with me."
"I have some more questions. Walk out of here peacefully or I can cuff
"I'll do whatever you say."
I wasn't scared about going to jail. I hadn't done anything wrong. But I
was real nervous just being around him. He was exactly what I liked--a
big daddy, fortyish. And an authority figure like Matthews, Mason and
The cop walked out of the bus depot with me and we got into his old
green Ford parked at the curb by the fire hydrant. As he drove toward
the outskirts of town, I began feeling a bit uneasy. Maybe he knew I was
gay although I hadn't ever done anything with another guy before. Maybe
he'd beat me up to teach me a lesson, punish me for hanging out at the
bus depot toilet. Never mind that my cock was stiff in my pants. This
fat detective, fat dick as I thought of him, turned me on no end. Before
long he pulled over and parked on a deserted country road.
"What do you want with me?" I asked, hopeful of certain possibilities.
"I was staking out the bus station, looking for fugitives passing
through town on the buses when I spotted you."
"I didn't do anything wrong."
"Stop whimpering," he snarled.
"That's better. Now, Billy-boy, tell me why you like to hang out at the
bus depot toilet."
"I wasn't hanging out, just using the facilities."
"Liar. I saw your hard dick."
"I think you're one of those dick lickers, a peter eater."
"No, I've never--"
"Don't get many of them in these parts. When we do we run them out of
town. This is Bible Belt country. Queers are the scum of the earth."
"I ain't no queer."
When Detective Neal reached down between his beefy thighs and groped
himself, the steering wheel put a dent in his belly. "This is what you
like. Dick, right?"
"Don't lie to me, boy," he barked.
"I've never done nothing like that."
"Maybe so. But you want to, don't you?"
"Boy, you're getting me mad. I can tell by the look in your eye that you
want to hop on my rod. I'll bet you got a big bone on now. See, look at
I couldn't hide my straining hard-on. It was making a tent in my
britches. And a spurt of pre-cum had leaked through my briefs.
"Take out my cock," the cop insisted.
"You heard me."
I couldn't believe it. The big cop wanted me to take out his cock! "For
real?" I gasped.
"You won't hurt me, sir?"
"C'mon, I haven't got all day."
I did it, like he asked. When I unzipped those tan slacks, I discovered
he was wearing white cotton briefs. Then I took his cock out of the flap
and learned that it was fat, clipped, and growing! Hell! I thought I'd
pop my nuts when I touched that fiery prick of his.
"Jack it. Get it hard," the cop directed me.
When I fondled it, it expanded into a real big boner. Every bit of eight
inches. And thick. Real thick.
"Wanna taste it, boy?"
"Go for it."
It wasn't so easy to get at it below his belly and the steering wheel.
But he sort of shifted sideways and I managed. Then I took a good look
at that fat slab of cock with its prominent veins and purplish
I tongued the shaft, eager to please him. "Oh yeah, baby. That's good
... Now the knob. Suck the knob."
The head of his cock was huge and it took some lip-stretching to get my
mouth around it. But I managed to do it. You bet I did!
"That's it ... Watch them teeth ... Oh, yeah, you're a natural. Slurp on
that dick. Make it hard as a rock. Make it shoot."
I bobbed my head up and down on his fuck-pole. It wasn't easy in that
cramped space. But where there's a will, there's a way.
"It's hard ... ready. Gonna shoot! Oh, baby, take it. Eat my load of
I tried but the onslaught of cum was too fast. Big salty globs came
barreling into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed but I could feel a
lot of it trickle out the sides of my mouth. Then I came up for air,
licking my chops.
"Like it, don't you, punk? Cop jizz turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Oh, yes, sir. You taste good."
"You can beat off if you like."
"I'm real hot, sir ... Won't take me long to shoot."
"Do it, baby. Do it for daddy."
I liked that, the big cop wanted to watch me pull my pud. In a flash I
freed my stiffer. Then I wrapped my hand around it and gave it a yank.
"Wow! That's whopper."
"Nothing like yours, sir."
"Go ahead, beat it."
Sitting on the passenger side of the unmarked cop car, I fisted my
prick. I could feel his eyes on me. But I wished he'd touch my cock,
figuring I'd shoot instantly if he did.
"You like it? Wanna see it shoot?"
"Yeah baby, shoot that load."
I gritted my teeth and stroked my cock faster and faster. I could feel
the cum churning in my balls. Then a low moan spilled from my lips.
"Here it cums, sir." I shot off with wild abandon, spurting cum all over
my clothes. But I didn't care. I was doing it for an appreciative
audience, the local fuzz.
"You're something else, kid. You're a real winner, you know that? Look
at my cock. It's still hard."
"Want me to suck it again, sir?" "That won't be necessary. Lift up, I'm
It felt like an earthquake when Detective Neal scooted over into the
passenger seat. I didn't know how this was going to work. But I sat on
his lap and prepared to make the best of the situation.
After the big cop unbuttoned my shirt, his long wet tongue licked my
chest. He nibbled my nipples. And that drove me wild, making my cock
throb with renewed vigor.
Under his direction I lifted up and he tugged down my jeans. I guess he
wanted to see my body and I was proud to show him my swarthy, muscular
build. But after a glance at the merchandise, he grabbed hold of my dick
and began to fondle my nuts. Then he fingered my crack and stuck a
chubby finger up my hole.
"You wanna fuck me?" I squirmed on his finger, horny as hell.
"Oh, yeah, baby. I want you to sit on my cock."
By now I was so hot that I'd have done anything he wanted. I'd had
fantasies about being buggered by a big man but I'd always worried that
he'd crush me. I had never thought about sitting on it. But when the cop
sucked on his chubby finger and wedged it in my butthole, lubing and
stretching it, the idea grew all the more appealing.
"I want your big dick up inside me. I want you to fuck me," I cried.
"Take it, baby. Take my big meat up your tight little hole. Oh yeah,
that's it. Let it go in. Oooh."
"It hurts! It fucking hurts," I yelped, discovering that his cock felt
like a fire plug lodged in my ass.
"You got such a hot little ass. A cherry hole too, I bet. Ride it, ride
I lifted up and bounced my ass up and down on the cop's fat pole. I felt
it tearing up my insides but I didn't care. It felt so good inside me
that I soon forgot about the pain.
"You're such a big man. A macho cop who likes to fuck guys. Do it! Screw
my hole! Pump it! Shoot your fucking load into my guts," I hollered.
He held my hips and thrust that enormous cop-cock in and out, deeper and
deeper until it got hard as a rock. "Get ready, baby. It's cumming! Oh
shit! Shooting my fucking cum up your tight boy butt. Take it, baby.
Take it all!"
I sat down on that steely cock spurting wads and wads of hot cop
fuck-juice into my guts. Then I worked my ass muscles on that cock,
clenching it, milking it until it was drained of his ball-juice and my
butthole was creamed and leaking the excess. But my cock was throbbing
and begging for more action.
"Wanna fuck daddy?" The cop let his meat slither out of my hole, tossing
me a sly grin.
"Sure." I wasn't sure how this would work. But being a veteran cop and
obviously an experienced asshole fucker and fuckee, Officer Neal got his
pants and shorts down around his ankles and positioned his feet on the
dashboard. Then I crawled between those tree trunk-sized thighs and my
cock instantly knew what to do.
Spitting on his palm, the cop lubed his crack. Since I was drooling
plenty of pre-cum, I had no trouble getting the head of my dick planted
into his hole. Suddenly he pushed forward and I was in like Flynn, the
head and the shaft disappearing down past the circumcision scar.
He fondled his cock while I pumped his hole. Even if it seemed as awkward
as refueling a jumbo jet in flight, I gritted my teeth and rode him,
shoving as much meat as I could up his ass and making him feel it.
"Fuck me, kid. Oh yeah, that's it. Go as deep as you can. Now I can feel
it! So big and hard and juicy! Do it, baby. Cum up my ass!"
I plugged away at his hole, loving the feeling of my cock being buried
between his brawny thighs with his big paws clutching my back. It was
like being mauled by a bear because he was so hairy but I just loved it.
When I was ready to blast I rammed in every inch possible and let out a
grunt. Then my cum spurted deep inside him and whitewashed his asshole
and his body shook like a tub-full of Jell-O.
"Oh, you shoot such a big load. Feels so good, baby. You're a natural
stud," the cop praised my maiden attempt at butt-fucking.
But all too soon my cock softened and slipped out. It was covered with
goo. So I lifted up in the confines of the car and wiped it on his
luscious lips. Then the cop cleaned off my cock and licked his chops.
Unable to resist, I got back down between his fleshy thighs and bathed
his cock with spit, lapping up the residue of cum that coated his loins.
I could have stayed down there for hours. But after a while Officer Neal
held me in his arms and gently kissed me on the mouth. The bittersweet
taste of the mixture of our loads clung to my lips. Then the cop wrapped
his big arms around me and made me feel all warm inside.
This all happened several years ago but I still think of Detective Neal
sometimes when I whack off. He may have been my first partner in
man-to-man sex. But he was the last big man who had to threaten to
arrest me to get some action. Now I go after them. In fact there's
nothing I love more than to lie around and chew the fat and you could
say I've become a real chubby chaser. But hell! I can't help it that I
like living in the fat lane!