"Yo. don't think haven't noticed you staring at me, fat boy. You haven't taken your fuckin' eyes off me since I got here. The minute I took my shorts down I thought your eyes were gonna pop outta that chubby face of yours, porker. You into me, is that it? You like muscles? Big, chiseled, rock-hard muscles that flex every time I move? Or is it my face? My sheer perfection standing here in this tiny Speedo like a Greek fucking god? You seriously think I would be into someone who looks like you? Someone who looks to me like he's at least 300 lbs overweight? A giant, obese blob of lard who's never set foot in a gym in his life? You seriously think that's possible, fatso? Well . . . what if I were to say that I could be into you? Huh? What would you say then, fat boy? Boy, I've never seen anyone blush so much so fast; you've gone as red as my Speedos, man. Haha. But I ain't lyin', dude. Sure, it's great to have the body that everyone desires, to be gazed at, drooled over, worshipped like the alpha god that I obviously am, but it gets boring fuckin' around with guys who all look like me. You eat the same thing every day? No, of course you don't. You eat a fuck-load of food, that's for damn sure but I bet you make sure each gigantic meal has loads of different tastes and textures. I guess you could say that's what I'm like. I haven't been with too many obese guys, and certainly never with anyone your size, but there's something really sensual about your bodies. The way there's just so much of you. So much soft, heavy blubber. So many rolls and folds of flab to stroke and lick. I think being with you would take that to a whole new level. Imagine slapping all that belly fat down on these hard, hairy abs. Imagine me taking one of those fat titties into mouth and sucking on all that fat. Imagine me pushing my massive cock into all your juicy lard, while you lay there - just a quivering mountain of obesity being used by a hot, horny jock. I'm in Room 247, fatso. See you there in 10 minutes."
