I locked up in collar and elbow with him, gently pushed his arm up and out of the way, then slid my hand down across his torso.
I had never touched a big guy like this before. I’d never felt the belly. Hugo was wearing a T-shirt, but I desperately wished he wasn’t. I wanted to see the round form, touch his soft skin, feel its heft when I lifted the overhang from his body.
And then I suddenly had to will my erection to wilt down before it got me in trouble.
Going down to grab his thigh didn’t help. Soft, but firm, his legs reminded me of how I felt when I saw Big Slamma for the first time. They were thick and sturdy just like Slamma’s, only Hugo’s were a lighter shade of brown, however still appealing. His shorts slid up a little so I was grabbing the soft skin of his inner thigh. I tried to keep my head in the game but it didn’t help that he shuddered a little when my hand went between his legs.
I focused. “One…two…three!” I lifted with Hugo jumping into my lift. Turning and bringing him down on his back, he took the landing well. I had just body slammed a 400-pound man, and my head spun with pride.
Hugo lay on his back smiling at me. “That really worked. You’re strong! I don’t think I’ve ever been picked up like that. I felt like I was flying.”