"If you're just getting settled in, we could just hang instead." Russ grunted and stood up; the bunk creaked, his fleshy gut rolled down over his legs, and the underside shook and loomed in front of Matt's face.
"Nah, I want that swim - it was a long drive here," you reply, though what you really want to see is Russ's huge body in action. You bet he floats like a seal, or a whale - if he can walk far enough to get to the lake!
"Sure thing then," Russ says and swings his mighty body into motion. He steps out of the cabin, and you follow, unabashedly watching Russ as every pounding footfall sends jiggles through his flesh. His butt is very broad - though his gut is broader - and the two hemispheres of his backside seem to fight with one another for which can stretch the spandex of his Speedo further. Meanwhile, the legs of his jammers rub gently together as Russ swings each mighty thigh gently past the other. Further up, the lovehandles jiggle and bounce, as does the fat on his back, while his massive arms (surprisingly big, even for a fat guy) pump back and forth steadily. Russ keeps up quite a respectable pace, especially for a fat guy, and you haven't detected any heavy breathing yet.
Down one path, along another, across a volleyball field, Russ leads you. You see a boathouse ahead, then...
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