When Bart finally manages to hire the legendary plus-size landscaper Raleigh Routh to mow his lawn, he wasn’t sure he’d have a chance to service his almighty manhood. But a freak rainstorm results in the opportunity of a lifetime! Can Bart seal the deal?
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Bart was excited but disappointed too — he was now less sure this would work. Raleigh Routh turned otu to be just as stately, just as masculine and just as desirable as Bart had thought from his picture on the Clip-Crew website. Bart had scheduled a landscaping “session” through the website and kept choosing different times and dates until he found one with Raleigh Routh as the only landscaper available. It was eight o’clock in the morning on a Monday.
Raleigh Routh was a tall, broad man with a small belly and plenty of padding all over, built like an egg balanced upon a pair of tree trunks. His chest was hairy, his face rugged and squarish but round as well, with a hollowly deep voice befitting a man of his heft. People always said he was stupid because his voice had that hollow flatness that very tall, baritone men sometimes had. He blushed easily, and he was often flustered.
When he was flustered, his chunky ass shook, and he stroked his ratty goatee. He was an ex-Marine so he had plenty of power underneath his massive redneck frame — which featured a literal red neck, sunburned from his part-time career as a lawn mower.
So Bart hired him one Sunday hoping to get into his pants. Bart loved the physiques of men, especially large men, and he had a knack for finding ones who ached for a tight hole and a sweet release. He just needed a chance to get his man alone.
But when Raleigh had shown up, Bart became less confident. He usually had a pretty good idea when meeting a man whether he would be willing to be Bart’s latest bit of rough, and when he shook Raleigh’s sausage-fingered hands, he thought “no, this guy won’t do it.”
He just didn’t come across like he would. He was too easily embarrassed, and, when he saw Bart’s flamboyance and heard his slight lisp, Raleigh’s big cheeks turned red and he scratched again at that goatee.
It was a pity he wouldn’t do it. He was really a perfect specimen of man.
Bart hung back in his house as Raleigh got started. He used a push mower that looked like it was about fifty years old. It had maybe been red at one point, but now the paint had faded and chipped until there was nothing left of it but a few stray flecks like bloodspatter. It roared like a mechanical dragon as it whirred into life, and Raleigh began pushing it across the lawn.
After a few moments, Bart returned to his work. If this lawnmower-guy wasn’t going to work out, he thought, he needed to do something productive today. When he happened past the window again later, however, Raleigh was then shirtless, and Bart couldn’t help but watch once more.
He was ruddy all over from the sunlight. He was a naturally pale man, so he burned and turned red easily. He had big broad shoulders like an ox, his belly-fat jiggling as he struggled to push the lawnmower. It took all of his ox-like muscles to keep the lawnmower going as he ascended the hill on the side of the house.
Sweat trickled down his back, sliding onto his ass which protruded from his denim shorts. His underwear was plainly visible, white boxers, soaked until nearly translucent and revealing the upper part of his fleshy asscheeks. The fabric rode up on one buttcheek, revealing most of it.
Shit… I want him so bad, Bart thought, his heart fluttering and his dick twitching. I want to suck the sweat off his back-fat. It must taste so salty…
But just plain asking him might backfire and make him leave — with the lawn half-mowed. He could offer money, but some men were more likely to do it if they weren’t getting paid. Was Raleigh one of them? Would he be upset if he were treated “like a prostitute”?
A sudden thunderclap struck Bart from his reverie. He had noticed it looked overcast earlier, but he had been so distracted by Raleigh’s manliness that he didn’t see the storm clouds gathering and darkening overhead.
Now it was there, an anvil-shaped cumulonimbus, coming on strong, roiling blackly, wind whipping up. It had dropped several degrees in the last few minutes, and Raleigh lifted his head to look. He turned the lawnmower off, standing there, resplendent in his massitude, heavy belly plump with muscle flexing nervously under his skin.
He looked up at the sky, held one hand out and watched a few drops plop onto his palm. Then he raced to turn the lawnmower around.
Again, Bart watched him, his gently sloping curves shaking as he ran through the rapidly rising rain and into the garage. By the time he got there, his boxers were soaked through and Bart could see his ass clearly above the rim of his denim jeans, which were plastered to his thunder thighs.
Oh god, those thighs were thunderous indeed. Bart wanted to lick them clean.
He opened the back door for Raleigh to come racing in. By the time the lawnmower was put away, the rain poured down — it was what Bart’s grandfather would have called “ark-buildin’ weather”.
“Shit, dawg! Fuck!” Raleigh bellowed when he came in, one of his giant hands massaging his soaked chest. His shirt was on the ground outside, he hadn’t had the time to go grab it, and it was presumably covered in rain and mud now anyway. Bits of shorn grass stuck to his skin, plastered on now by the moisture, so there were little green flecks all over his chest and hairy belly.
“Are you okay? Here!” Bart gave him a bathtowel. “Sorry, I have no clothes that might fit you.” He blushed — that was an understatement, Bart was maybe a third of Raleigh’s size, so none of his clothes even came close being sufficient.
“Thanks, man,” Raleigh said. He used the towel to dry himself off, then hesitated. He wrapped the towel around his waist as though going to take off his shorts and just use the towel as clothing, but then he didn’t. Then he re-reconsidered, murmured “fuck it” to himself and pulled his jean-shorts down, and his boxers. He kept the towel around his waist, so Bart never saw his cock or balls, or ass — Bart politely faced away to avoid it.
“Can I put these in ya dryer?” Raleigh asked, his tuba-like baritone echoing, tense due to his embarrassment. He blushed even more than Bart — Raleigh didn’t like his big body or being the center of attention because of it. He didn’t like towering above everyone.
“Sure, right through there,” Bart said, pointing into the laundry room. He scooted ahead of Raleigh, affectionately patting him on the bicep, making his heavy arm-flesh jiggle, as he led him to the dryer.
“Thanks,” Raleigh said, his big dumb face shaking. He scratched his goatee, then tossed his clothes into the dryer and turned it on. He was embarrassed about being so naked in such a nice house because he thought Bart would tease him or think less of him; in his mind, Bart was critiquing his dull-colored clothes, his short hair and unkempt goatee, his graceless voice.
He thought for sure that, if he touched anything or sat anywhere, Bart would call him a “fat-ass lummox” and make him leave, even in the rain. One of his friends once had said he left a “greasy stain” on the couch when he sat down. Raleigh didn’t think that really happened, but everyone still made fun of him for it, and if that was how a friend reacted, Bart would likely be even bitchier about it. He’d probably send Raleigh the upholstery bill.
But Raleigh didn’t know what to do instead. He just stood there, gaping, slack-jawed like an idiot. He hated that everyone saw him as stupid and fat — he wasn’t even that fat, really, he thought. He had a belly, sure, but he was also very tall. People were just predisposed to see him as big because he was so tall, and they always saw him eating, which made him look fat too — his big cheeks and jowly chin jiggled when he ate.
“So, uh…what do you do, man?” Raleigh asked when he realized how dumb he looked standing there.
Bart, in contrast, had no inkling that Raleigh thought all that. He was entranced by Raleigh’s majestic body and the phantomic taste of the sweat, rain, grease and grass that clung to his frame. Bart could almost taste it. “Uh… Well, I own a modeling agency.”
“Shit, really? I bet you know a lotta hot chicks. Damn-“
“I can’t hook you up with any models. You might not like them anyway, we specialize in plus-size beauties, mainly for catalogues,” Bart said.
A grin plastered on his face, Raleigh grabbed his cock through the towel around his waist. “Shit, man, I’m plus-sized myself. I don’t mind a big beauty.”
“Hmmm… Good to know. Me neither, by the way. I mean… I’m not into ladies of any size, but you know… when it comes to men, the more the merrier,” Bart said. He daintily danced his fingertips over Raleigh’s belly. Raleigh’s eyes opened wide. Bart cleared his throat. “That’s not all I do. Honestly the agency barely makes a profit. I also write romance novels, mostly about big, beautiful women.”
“Shit…”
“I have this one series — have you ever heard of The Wolfen Wild? That’s me. By J.P. Loggerhead.”
Raleigh shook his head. “What kinda book is that?”
“It’s a shifter thing. Werewolves. Women dig werewolves.”
“What? Women are into werewolves?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why do they always bitch that I’m too hairy?!” Raleigh lifted his arms and grunted. That bared his armpits and the big bushy fur protruding there. He slapped his thighs — which had inspired his last girlfriend to call him ‘Thunder Thighs’, because whenever he slapped himself there, there was a loud slapping sound like the thunder still roaring outside the house.
“What? Well… Most of the women who buy my books are… I mean, they wouldn’t literally hook up with a werewolf if that existed,” Bart said. “It’s just a fantasy.”
“Man…” Raleigh scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Man…” He blushed and laughed — he was so big that his laughter sounded more like a cavernous echo of a laughter from deep within him — as he looked down.
“I think women are foolish to spurn you, for what it’s worth — you’re so handsome. They should like hairy guys, big guys. They don’t even know. I mean… big guys are so great. Everyone should realize that, but they don’t. Like you know that William Ambers guy? The actor?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s such a fucking prettyboy, like what an alien might come up with based on analyzing handsome dudes from human history-“
“Yes!”
“He’s in that stripper movie, my friend made me go cuz he’s so hot, but he’s like… ninety-percent abs, and his skin is so smooth you could slide right off him, like a goddamn seal,” Bart said, making Raleigh laugh uproariously. Bart continued, coming closer and touching Raleigh’s belly above his towel. “If Hollywood was smarter, they’d tell William Ambers to eat some carbs and give you a movie deal.”
“Ah, no shit, what?” Raleigh had never been told he was handsome before. He sucked in his breath, cheeks turning bright red.
“I’m serious, you’re so much better-looking than William Ambers. You, I’d swallow your dick all night long — no offense, sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but I simply would, that’s a fact. William Ambers, I dunno, I guess I’d let him read me love poetry in front of a sunset. That might be nice. But then when I got tired of gazing into his pretty eyes, I’d come get you to slam my ass,” Bart said. “Hard.”
Raleigh’s eyes opened wide. He clutched his belly with one hand. “Shit… What?”
“Sorry, I just think you’re real handsome. It’s fine. It’s cool,” Bart said. “Don’t be nervous — here.” He handed over the money for the lawnmowing. “So you don’t feel, y’know… pressured, here’s the money for the lawn now. You can leave anytime. I guess you could wear my bathrobe or something.”
The rain had dwindled, Raleigh saw when he looked outside. It was still raining, and it was too wet to mow — the grass was wet and slippery, the ground too muddy to be practical. He could just go home. He had gotten paid.
“Oh.” But Raleigh wasn’t sure he wanted to go just yet. He kept one hand tightly gripping the towel around his waist. If he was with his buddies, they’d be making jokes about how they didn’t want that towel to fall. They’d say it was gross that his plump belly was out. If he accidentally bumped into them, they’d tease him even more; they’d say he slapped them with his belly.
“You can take the towel off if you want,” Bart said. “You won’t offend me.”
Raleigh’s last girlfriend didn’t even like to be near him naked. He bumped into her in the bathroom once and she had freaked out, said he needed to get control over his body. It felt good to drop the towel. His cock hung free, his ass clenching as cool air flowed over it.
“Hmmmm… Your girlfriend is a lucky lady-“
“I don’t got a girl.” Raleigh’s deep voice bloomed.
“Oh, you poor baby… Why don’t you sit down, and let me get you something nice?”
Raleigh felt like he was in a trance. Was he about to get jacked off by a man? That was too weird. He was opposed to that. He worked part-time on a road crew with a bunch of black men who all said that there was a nasty guy who got them off because he thought it would make his dick bigger. They didn’t see it as a big deal. As long as you’re on top, they said, it doesn’t count. Raleigh had never believed that; he thought it was gross — these guys weren’t even handsome rappers or anything either, they were mostly semi-homeless, stinky, dirty, not as fat as Raleigh in most cases but hardly with Hollywood bodies like William Ambers.
But then, Raleigh had never thought it was an option. That was a thing black guys did “on the DL”, as they told him over and over (it wasn’t really downlow if they kept talking about it, but that’s what they said). It would feel so good to be appreciated for his body. His previous girlfriend deigned to fuck him from time to time, but it had been obvious she never really craved it; she never wanted to feel his belly pressing down on her, she never wanted to try to mount his giant body. She didn’t like how she couldn’t reach his face to kiss him when she plowed into him — she always brought that up as though it was his fault, like he refused to kiss her during sex, when he made every effort to lower his head and do it.
He assumed that the “something nice” Bart was going to get him was some food. Instead, however, Bart returned with a porn magazine.
“I thought… if you wanted to,” Bart said, blushing and smiling nervously as though he had never done this before, “I thought maybe you could look at this. Some guy left this here once.”
“Ah…” Raleigh was embarrassed, but he grabbed the porno. A part of him thought it’s weird to take a stranger’s porno magazine when you’re naked in his house but Raleigh dismissed that. His instincts told him to look at the chicks. So he did. He plopped down on the couch and leafed through the pictures. He probably thinks he’s being a good host, like guys need porno just like chicks need white wine. He sprawled out and spread those thunder thighs, baring his cock and balls.
Still when Bart got on his knees and slid between Raleigh’s legs, Raleigh was more engrossed in the porn. Bart seemed distant and unimportant, though he was very near and all Raleigh could think about. He just wants to look, probably. He prolly likes looking at dicks- Then he touched it.
Raleigh grunted. He couldn’t decide if he was nervous or not. His cock twitched. It felt good. He couldn’t deny that. It felt right, he could just let Bart get him hard, that would be fine.
I’ll just let him get me hard, and I’ll jack myself off.
His dick twitched in Bart’s grasp. Raleigh sucked in his breath, lifting the porno magazine up so he could look at it more closely, as though he could convince himself he hadn’t noticed what Bart was doing.
That hand stroked his girthy cock, slowly at first, barely palpable though it sent sparks of desire through Raleigh’s body. Then his shaft pulsated and twitched, and Raleigh’s whole body shook as his muscles flexed. He sucked on his teeth, cheeks turning red, and he let out a throaty breathless yelp.
“Is it okay if I taste it?”
“I dunno… I ain’t, you know… Maybe you could play with it some,” Raleigh said, slurping in his breath every few seconds and playing with his goatee. His eyes roamed down and saw his dick in Bart’s grasp. He had known it was happening, but it was shocking anyway. Bart reached into his fat, moist crotch and stroked it up and down, as though he really wanted it. Raleigh still thought Bart had been kidding about thinking he was hotter than William Ambers — who was like the Hollywood definition of “handsome”, he thought, at least for right now.
“Okay, thanks. If you want me to put it in my mouth, just let me know,” Bart said. He got down real low, stroking Raleigh’s shaft with both hands. He was so close he could feel the hairs on Raleigh’s ballsac, and he could smell the rain-soaked musk of his crotch.
“Uh.” Raleigh’s red face alternated between nervous chuckling and wide-eyed amazement. He’d never gotten jacked off by a man before. This was double-handed too, and that was another thing he’d never done. No girl was willing to do anything like this because no girl had ever been outright turned on by him. They were willing to put up with his size — sometimes — but they weren’t turned on by it.”You really like big guys?”
“I love them,” Bart said. He sighed. “But if you don’t want to get your dick wet…”
As he had expected, Bart didn’t have to wait long. All of a sudden, Raleigh gripped him by the hair and brought his head near his cock. Raleigh did that without thinking about it. He let go of Bart’s head before it touched his cock though.
“How about if I just get it wet?”
“Yeah, do that,” Raleigh said, his bass voice wavery and plaintive. His dick was rock-hard now, sticking out from under his belly. Raleigh closed his eyes and let out a little mewling sound as his dicktip disappeared into Bart’s mouth.
It feels so good… Raleigh didn’t know how to take it. Those guys he worked with were right — men did do it better than women. Bart slathered spit on the tip before deep-throating, making Raleigh moan and shake, those thunder thighs sliding over the couch cushions beneath him.
Soon Bart had his entire dick in his mouth, swallowing it the best he could as he gagged and choked up spit. His nose nuzzled Raleigh’s meaty crotch, while his hands reached up to explore the treasure trail on his belly and play with his nipples. It was obvious no one had really pleasured Raleigh like this before, and he didn’t know how to take it.
“You wanna cornhole me?” Bart said, slurping up the spit and precum that now clung to Raleigh’s dick. He kept leaking more precum too, which slid down his knobbly shaft. Bart swallowed whatever he could get to.
“Hell yeah,” Raleigh said without thinking about it.
Bart slid onto his back on the coffee table, feet high in the air. That was a perfect position for Raleigh, who kneeled before him and held onto his legs. Since Bart was so small, Raleigh could easily grip both legs at once.
None of his girlfriends had just done it. They all wanted foreplay, the right environment; they wanted him to be freshly showered and shaved and they’d only ever do it in the bedroom, under the covers, at night with the lights off.
But now Raleigh could do it as hard as he wanted. He didn’t need to worry about upsetting his bottom — Bart wanted it all. Bart winced in pain but still begged for more, until his ass was filled with all ten inches of Raleigh’s meatshaft.
It plowed into him, teasing his sensitive prostate and sending wave after wave of pleasure through Bart’s body. His belly flopped back and forth as he plowed into, slapping into Bart and leaving a layer of sweaty, rain-and-grass soaked grease on him. Bart reached for his chest, but in this position could barely reach it until Raleigh lowered himself even further.
As both men reached orgasm together, Raleigh let out a chest-rattling roar. His baritone voice echoed in the house, and made Bart croon out loud, begging for more. Raleigh’s entire cock rammed in and out of his tight ass, causing intense pressure but even more pleasure to hit him like a runaway lawnmower.
It felt so good Bart couldn’t breathe, and he shot his own wad on his chest and belly from the moment he touched his own cock. Raleigh would have been nervous and a bit disgusted by the sight of another man cumming, but he was overwhelmed by his own incipient orgasm, and anyway, his belly covered up Bart’s crotch, so he didn’t see it directly.
Great gobs of creamy cum flowed into Bart’s ass, making him moan and shake like an excited worm. He was dwarfed by the massive body jiggling overhead, sweat pouring down over Raleigh’s chest and belly. Raleigh roared and pounded on his own muscles like a victorious warrior — which was exactly what he felt like.
He hadn’t shot a load like this in years, he thought, pangs of bliss shooting through him. It kept going, wad after wad, filling up Bart’s body and slipping out onto his thighs. Raleigh’s balls slapped loudly with each thrust of his hips.
Then finally, Raleigh gulped. It was over, but still too intense to remove his cock. Every motion he made caused such exquisite agony he couldn’t handle it. “Shush, don’t move,” he breathlessly said, glad that Bart disobeyed him and wiggled because it felt so good Raleigh thought he might collapse.
His dick flopped out, and Raleigh flopped back onto the couch. He let out a horse-like whinny. He stroked his goatee and closed his eyes.
Shit… Did I just do that? Shit!
Now that he was done, Raleigh felt rising anxiety. Had he done something wrong? Before he could think of what to do next, however, Bart had appeared with some tissues, which he used to wipe Raleigh’s cock clean.
Then Bart remained there by the couch, licking Raleigh’s belly and the fur that was matted to his skin by various fluids. Raleigh watched until he realized Bart wasn’t going to be done — this wasn’t a brief little afterthought, it was how Bart wanted to spend the afternoon. Raleigh’s instinct was to say no. He didn’t want to lay here all afternoon while Bart licked his belly clean like a cat.
Or maybe, he thought, he did. The mere thought of it made him moan. “Ah, yeah… okay. You can like… lick me and shit,” Raleigh said, blushing as he watched Bart do just that. “You gonna do me again later?”
“Of course,” Bart said with a giggle. “You want me to make you something to eat? I’ll lick the crumbs off you when you’re done.”
“Hell yeah!” Raleigh bit his lip and stoked his goatee. This lawn gig, he thought, had turned out to be more exciting than he would have ever predicted.
