The restroom door closed behind me, and I looked quickly around. There was no one at the urinals or sinks, so I bent over to look under the stall doors. Empty. Suddenly the door swung open, and in walked a chubby older man. "Mmm," I thought, "He's cute." I headed toward one of the sinks to wash my hands, never taking my eyes off of his reflection in the mirror. He looked at me, and gave me a very friendly head-nod. He went into one of the stalls and as he turned to close the door, he notic...

"Can we kiss first?" I asked."Sure," he said, sitting on the bed beside me. He leaned over, his chest and belly half on me, and he brought his mouth to mine. I watched as his face came closer to mine. He really was the most beautiful man. His mouth opened, and I saw his tongue coming out. I opened my mouth and his tongue entered. I smelled his breath, and tasted his mouth. It was heaven. His lips, pressed against mine, and he breathed into my mouth. I could not close my eyes. I look...

Sixty years old, and stuck in a sexless marriage. Then I discovered Grindr, which opened me up to a whole new world. That's how I met Federico. A young, smooth, chubby cub who showed me that it's never too late to fall in love.

Shamu: The Bear He owned a drag bar and had a lover. But he was hungry for sex and used me to get his fill. A top, who bottomed for me, and loved it.

Back when video chatting was new, there was an app called CU-SeeMe. My favorite chat room was Chub-Hub. A video chat room dedicated to Chubs, and those who love them. I practically lived in that chat room. Harry would come to my house and he and I would entertain everyone in the chat room. Harry was just as much of an exhibitionist as I.

I walked into the hot tub, and sat where I could watch Tom. He looked even better out here in the sunlight, than he did in the dark, dingy TV room. He was very handsome. Like I noticed inside, he had a sexy button nose, chubby cheeks, short, light brown, wavy hair, and cute little ears. And his body, was perfect size and shape. But not hairy. He looked amazingly good for a smooth chub. His man boobs, and his big, round, firm belly, nicely tanned.

Some of the things he wanted me to do, shocked me. I wanted to just leave. But he was so good looking, I was drawn to him. He new I was green, and never asked too much of me. And what he did ask for, he got. He got what he wanted, then I got what I wanted. He made sure that we were both happy. Very happy.

I soon figured out how to handle it. And he certainly knew how to handle mine. We were up ALL night, taking care of each other. It was WILD. I'd NEVER spent so much time working on one before. Or since.

I never thought that having sex with more than one person at a time, would be something I would ever do. But I did, and it was incredible. Doing one, and then the other. Then doing them both at the same time. Switching this, and switching that. The possibilities are endless.

This was totally different than making love with someone. Putting this much time and effort into someone's body. Examining every inch, so up close and personal. There was nothing like this. Seeing, exploring, and touching every part of a beautiful man, was unbelievably erotic.I massaged his right thigh, and accidentally bumped his ball sack again. I spent a long time massaging his inner thigh, and squeezing his thick meaty muscles. The I moved down to his right calf. His right foot...

Grizzly was my first experience with a well endowed chub. I'd never been into 'size'. But I soon found myself loving every inch of it. Grizzly was also my first 'smooth' chub. Which I also found myself really enjoying. Standing there in the hot spring, naked, he looked amazing. He was amazing. I was amazing with him. It was an explosive encounter.

Everything you're about to read, I've never told a soul. These are things that I thought I would take to my grave. Why? It's embarrassing. And illegal. Nonetheless, I've decided to write about it. Hey, it is was it is. Right? Besides, I'm sure that I'm not the only person who has peeped through a stranger's windows. In fact, it must be fairly common. After all they gave it a name; Peeping Tom. Or in my case, Peeping Ron. I wont say how many times I've peeped through windows. So don't ask. ...