Fireworks

We'll get to the thrilling conclusion of Stoner Slob next time, but for this weekend, I wanted to do something special. It's a little sappier than my usual fare, but that's just how I'm feeling. I blame the mild throat infection I got at pride (but it's not COVID, so there's that at least). 

Anyway, enjoy!

It was a special night. Not only was it the country’s tri-centennial, it was also hot. The sort of summer night where the heat of the day never quite has the space to escape because of all the humidity. I love summer, I love the heat, and I love being able to feel the life in the air around me.

My boyfriend, not so much. He was already sweating before we left the house, so I could only imagine how damp his t-shirt had gotten since then. That’s fine--it was late, dark, and nobody was going to be able to see him. Or me. That was sort of the point.

“Hey, where’s the towel?” I whispered. There was a rustle behind me and then I could feel the air move as my bulky boyfriend dropped to the ground at the edge of the forest. There were people in the clearing ahead of us, but it was far too dark for them to be able to see us. We weren’t using flashlights, which made our progress a little slower, but it also kept us incognito.

And besides, I didn’t need to see Trevor to know where he was. I could feel the heat of him, feel his enormity push the air as he sat down, carrying both his warmth and the blended scent of his sweat and deodorant. I didn’t need eyes to already be enraptured by him.

The sound of a gentle pat told me where it was safe to sit, and yet I somehow still wound up bumping against Trevor’s soft side. The cotton that covered his bulbous torso was damp, as expected, but oh so comfortable to lean against. I didn’t both scooting away, and he didn’t bother pushing me. It was already so hot, my meager body heat didn’t do much to add to it.

“Do you think they can see us?” Trevor asked. I shook my head, then realized that probably did nothing to answer his question.

“I doubt it. We’re pretty far, and they won’t have very good night vision since there are so many lights over there.”

“Good,” Trevor replied, and then I heard a shuffle followed by a brief whirlwind as Trevor shucked his t-shirt leaving him bare-chested in the moonlight. The sheen of his sweat made him shimmer in the dark. He turned and smiled at me, and his teeth lit up the night.

God, I loved this enormous man.

We made out beneath the tree canopy, his moistened flesh spilling on top of me like a wet blanket. It just made it easier for me to run my hands over every roll, bulge, and fold, finding every nook and cranny to sink my fingers into. He loved it, the feeling of my small hands traveling all over him, never spending long in the same place. Eventually they traveled below his belt, fingertips dancing through damp pubes to grab the mound of fat that surrounded his groin. In the center of it was an unmistakable heat, yearning for release.

I felt the air move again and then the sound of metal on metal as Trevor undid his belt. Then the sound of a zipper opening made it easier for me to dig through his flesh to find the object of my desire. It wasn’t particularly big, but like the rest of him, it was thick, fleshy, and oh so wet. It was also emitting a potent aroma that Trevor only produced when he’d been at the peak of excitement for some time. Apparently, he’d been looking forward to tonight all day long.

Another shift in the wind and Trevor was entirely on top of me, burying me in both kisses and his bulk. I responded orally in kind, and with desperate squirming everywhere else. He loved this too, making me feel helpless, feeling through his flesh my desperation. My need. I could hide my erection from sight in the dark, but there was no hiding it from Trevor. His body surrounded me, molded to me, could feel every bump and protuberance. My cock twitched, and even through my shorts, I knew Trevor could feel it. He pulled back and smiled again, and I was treated to his radiance once more.

I was also treated to his breasts, which hung down on either side of my head. I took the time to run my tongue over each areola, flicking it over the erect eraser head nipples that crowned each mammary. He moaned. I bit down. He moaned harder. I idly wondered if it was loud enough for the crowd behind us to hear, but then there was a small puff followed by a loud bang. The fireworks had begun. We could be as loud as we wanted.

Trevor descended again, and I was smothered in his chest as he ground himself against me. Through his abundant softness and the fabric of my shorts, his hardness found mine. It wasn’t long before his dampness became mine, his eager fluid soaking through my fabric and adding to the delightful fragrance our lovemaking was producing.

I felt Trevor’s lips move down my neck as his hands lifted my shirt. It was more difficult removing my shirt than his thanks to his mass and the fabric sticking to its moisture. A few desperate tugs and my t-shirt was sent to the void, never to return. I didn’t need it anymore anyway. Trevor’s lips then traveled down my chest, gentle kisses marking my torso and flat stomach, then the wispy pubes that managed to escape their cloth prison. Another smilehis and thick fingers undid the button that was keeping my hardon from sticking straight up into the night’s sky.

Trevor didn’t let my dick experience the cooler night air for long. There’s no denying a fat boy his meal, and Trevor was hungry. He swallowed me up to the hilt in one gulp, sucking hard. My back arched. I clawed the ground. I clenched myself as hard as I could to keep from cumming right then and there. Trevor was hungry, but I knew the meal he really wanted had to be given through a different orifice.

That said, he made it exceptionally difficult. Few men in my life had been able to take my length as easily as Trevor, and he knew it. He deep-throated me through half a dozen colorful explosions as a roman candle went off bathing Trevor’s bare ass in red, then green, then blue. When orange struck I felt a cold wind on my legs as Trevor lifted himself up in all nis naked glory. A living mountain. An ocean of flesh with a volcano in its center burbling precum in such quantities that I knew he was as desperate to erupt as I was.

A warm breeze preceded Trevor’s descent onto my stomach, my cock already nestled in the deep crevice that traveled halfway up his backside. He rubbed my length along the walls of his ravine before reaching back to push me into his deep canyon. Only extensive practice allowed him to line me up with his entrance completely by feel. Then I felt his exhalation on my face as he leaned back, sinking us both into bliss.

We moaned, and the world exploded into the most vibrant of colors. Had we not been connected so deeply one of us might have considered the possibility that the crescendo of the fireworks display was actually lighting the surrounding environment brightly enough that we were actually now perfectly visible to the naked eye. Thankfully, everyone was looking up, not across.

If anyone had, they’d have seen an even better show. The immense, heaving form of Trevor, undulating in a way that I’ve never experienced with another man. It was like making love to a tidal wave that was constantly threatening to smash you into oblivion. The ups and downs of his motion brought us both further and further towards utopia.

I merely held on. His lovehandles were more than ample enough for the job. Trevor’s leaking cock was sandwiched between me and his belly, which had enough inertia that he could fuck both me and himself at the same time. I just had to provide a big, eager dick for him to work his magic on.

And make no mistake, it was magical every time he did it. I would hold on, watch him cast his spell, and feel myself give into him with every fiber of my being. And he’d give it back a hundredfold, usually soaking us both in his essence. Hence the towel.

This time was no different. He arched his back and clenched. I saw a half-sphere of beautiful jigging flesh contract around my cock. I came. I screamed. And he came too.

By the time we were done, we were both covered in sweat and jizz and darkness. The fireworks were over and we could hear the bustle of people packing up to return home for the night. We waited for them to leave, Trevor’s vast bulk lying on top of me like a warm weighted blanket. And when the last of the crowd’s dancing flashlights disappeared into the forest, we looked at each other and smiled. I didn’t need a flashlight. Trevor’s smile was more than enough light to lead the both of us.