Welcome to BatDonald's

The topography of a guy's body gets a lot more enticing as he gets older and heavier. The stiff cock, the curve of his belly, the suckable mantits, and finally a handsome face: gray beard, weathered yet handsome. I'd work my way from one end to the other, before flipping him over to have fun with what is no doubt a wonderfully round ass.

"Buddy, at least come back and put on some clothes on!” Brendan felt his cock stir as he watched Nate trudge through the mud, his asscheeks quivering with each step. ”Fuck you!” Nate shouted, not even bothering to look over his shoulder.  Poor, dumb, Nate. He’d been fasting for at least a day in an effort to jumpstart his weight loss, so it wasn’t doing much to improve his mental state. On the off chance Nate had the willpower to escape, Brendan was gonna miss the big guy. Just then, Nate lost his balance and fell forward into the mud. He was able to catch himself by thrusting his palms forward, treating Brendan and his friends to the sight of his spread ass. Ian, Nate’s closest friend, laughed. “That new center of gravity gets ‘em, doesn’t it, Zach?” He touseled the hair of his fat husband, a former Navy SEAL who once challenged Ian and Brendan to a race a few years back. Zach’s face reddened as he briefly recalled his own attempt to escape domestication, ending in his becoming stuck in a drainage pipe. “Heh, sure does....I give him, what about an hour before he comes back with his tail between his legs.” “Why don’t you give him some motivation and start cooking something, Zach? You’ve gotten real good at it lately...just try not to snack on too much this time, ok?” Brendan gestured to the kitchen that connected to the outdoor patio.