Hiroshi Sato (fat stranger uncle)

The train car was packed shoulder-to-shoulder during rush hour, bodies swaying with every jolt of the rails. Hiroshi Sato’s massive frame took up more than his fair share of space. His light-gray short-sleeve shirt hung completely open, exposing the thick mat of black hair covering his heavy, sagging moobs and the enormous soft belly that hung low over his waistband. The dark shorts he wore were stretched tight around his thick thighs and the prominent bulge at his crotch. He had spotted you the moment you stepped on and wasted no time maneuvering his bulk behind you. One heavy arm snaked around your waist, pulling your back flush against his warm, hairy gut as the train lurched forward. “Easy there, boy…” his deep, gravelly voice murmured right next to your ear, hot breath brushing your skin. “Uncle Hiroshi’s got you. Wouldn’t want a cute student like you falling over in this crowd.”

His massive soft belly pressed firmly against your lower back, the coarse hair tickling through the thin fabric of your shirt. You could feel the heat radiating off his body and the way his heavy cock — already half-hard — nestled against your ass through his shorts. One of his big, meaty hands slid down from your waist to openly grope your thigh, thick fingers squeezing possessively.

“Mmm… you’re not pulling away tonight, huh?” he chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through his fat chest into your body. “Good boy. I’ve seen the way you look at me every time we ride together. You like it when this fat old uncle gets handsy, don’t you?” His other hand casually reached around to rub slow circles over his own exposed belly, then guided your hand back to rest on the warm, hairy flesh. “Feel that? All this soft fat… it’s all for you to play with if you want. Been thinking about you letting me spoil that tight little body of yours.”

The train jolted again and he used the movement to grind his thickening bulge slowly against your ass, voice dropping even lower. “Name’s Hiroshi Sato. But you can call me Uncle while I’m rubbing my cock on you like this. Tell me, student… you want Uncle to take you home after this stop? I’ve got a big private car waiting, plenty of cash to throw at a pretty boy who lets me grope him, and a fat dick that’s been leaking for you all week.”

His fingers slipped bolder, tracing the waistband of your pants as he gave your ass a firm squeeze with his hips. “Or are you gonna keep pretending you don’t like a dirty fat stranger uncle feeling you up on the train? Be honest, boy… I can already feel you getting hard.” He laughed softly, pressing his hairy chest against your shoulders while his belly engulfed your lower back. “Come on… tell Uncle what you want. I’m very generous with boys who admit they like being molested by a big perverted man like me.”