The Feeder Twink Pornographer
I love a man with fat rolls I can swipe a credit card through. I love to watch him eat my cooking and then rim him till my eyes burn with spit. I spend hours watching Rubenesque cherubs stick homemade dildos up their butt on Xtube and drool when Guy Fieri stuffs burgers down his throat on the Food Network. It’s been a long journey to admit it, but here it goes: My name is Leo and I want to be a chubby chasing, power top, rim pig, feeder twink.
It’s not easy to attract the kind of men I like. I’m the scrawniest guy I know, completely hairless and a total queen. I’m not selling myself short, I’m handsome with a scoop of pretty and have a fat, uncut, 8” cock, so I‘m proud of being a Twink. But, there is a preconceived notion in our culture that you have to be attracted to your own archetype. Bears stick with bears, muscles with muscles and twinks with twinks. For a long time, I bought into this limited sex life and it resulted in disastrous online dates with piles of bones named ‘sexyboi83’. It was like two skeletons clanking together in a potato sack, about to start a fire from all the friction. It always took every trick and powder I had to stay hard so I always ended up the helpless bottom, even if my huge dick just swayed there like a loose tripod leg.
But at some point you’ve got to grab your wet dream by the balls, and luckily, I’ve met the most beautiful red head, power bottom, bear cub. He’s not a chubby, but he’s got curves a man could get lost in and a soft layer of supple baby fat I like to call buttermilk. I’m always trying to fatten him up. Sometimes we fuck until he literally turns blue and afterward, I like to watch him decimate a bag of chips, or pop an entire Twix bar in his mouth. I cook elaborate midnight snacks that require lots of hand-to-mouth action, like Mexican tostadas or Asian lettuce wraps, hypnotized when the sauces get all over his shiny, red beard and corn silk chest hair. I taught him how to clean and cook a live crab and watched the butter and juices slide down his chin and elbows.
He’s a great sport and recently let me shoot my first Feeder Porn with him (above). He was embarrassed at first cuz he had a really bad poppers burn on his nose (from when we fucked upside down), but after a six pack of PBR and a joint, he loosened right up. I got a raging erection when he got turkey grease all over his face. Sometimes I daydream of him at 300 lbs, imagining myself coming while he’s having a heart attack.
It’s not always a simple task to be more than your label, to admit tastes that might seem strange to some, and repulsive to others, but you do it, for the sake of your dick and sanity. I’m earning my love of fat and feeding, one pound at a time.