The Phone Sex Bar

So I took a call from a familiar friend, we’ll call him “J”, I don’t think he would mind me using his name, but I didn’t ask so I won’t. Now I like a lot of things, which means I can and do take a lot of what might be considered off the wall calls, the more off the wall the better as far as I am concerned. I like to top, I like to bottom, I like men, I like women, I like fucking and sucking, and everything in between. But “J” and I have a special relationship, “J” like me is a huge fan of indulgence. Him and I agree on the old maxim “The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom…for we never know what is enough until we know what is more than enough.” William Blake.
Fuck yeah, no truer words ever spoken.

“J” loves men, he loves to touch them to watch them, a voyeur he is, he also loves to be watched quite the exhibitionist as well…sound familiar? Well where “J” and I diverge, is that “J” is 350lbs at about 5’10” , “J” is a big fat man. He is a big fat man, and I love it. He  loves stuffing,  and     food-play, and I love making him stuff. Food-play, is actually one of the many things I find super erotic, its sensual, its decadent, its gluttonous, and you can do it in public and no one can stop you.

“J” likes to call me up and have me tell him what to eat, I talked to “J” yesterday and described in delicious details how I would feed him, and lick the grease from his lips, how I couldn’t wait to let him dine off my body.

“J” of course becoming more aroused as the conversation continued(and at my broad culinary knowledge) then told me about the workmen he had redoing his bathroom, present in the home while he was peaking with me.

“J” like me, loves his body, he loves the look in the eyes of people when they see him gorge himself. I can’t tell you how hot I find his irreverent attitude towards what is acceptable and what is not, “J” is as much a pleasure for me as I am for him.

So I instructed my fat little butterball to take the lovely hard bodied men some tasty snacks, he purrred at the idea.

Collecting an assortment of decadent pastries from his kitchen he waddled in on the men working, and made his offers. Phone still to his ear.

He left the tasty assortment and once in his hallway I instructed him to remove his shirt, so they could look upon his rotund frame. My shameless eating machine had no qualms about doing as instructed.

I then had him go back into the bathroom to brush up against the workers with his bare belly, he was now getting very close to his breaking point, “J” loves to rub his belly up against people.

I order him to begin eating the pastries in front of the men, he did as instructed without complaint. I adore his love of decadence.

At this I will say “J” made it as far as the hall again and then finished quite vocally.

I know he and I enjoyed the call, I am however not sure he is going to get that bathroom finished.

So regardless of your particular poison, allow me to indulge you, I assure you I finished as vocally as “J” did.

The road to excess gentlemen, the road to excess. Let me make you a little more wise.

Anthony
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