The Barista Who Fattened Me Up and Stole My Beta

Cory and I had been living together for several years now,

after relocating across the country

for a new adventure together.

My income continued to rise over the years,

but I was starting to feel the beginnings

of my youth declining as 30 approached.

Then our new adventures seemed more routine

with each passing week.

Cory was a year older than me,

hairy and lightly muscled from years of athletics

in his teens and early 20s,

now covered in fat that pushed his weight into the 270s.

A round belly and a fat ass, slightly taller than me,

everyone assumed he was the top.

I could hand my credit card directly to the waiter

and they'd still hand it back to Cory when they returned.

In reality, Cory was a pig-bottom slut.

He loved to be breeded,

thirsted after taking the biggest cocks,

fantasized about scenarios where strangers would come and go,

pumping his guts full of their loads all day long.

Cory worked part-time from home and seasonally at that,

but maintained the home

and cared for the dogs while I worked.

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