Chub tops chaser

Photo by Justin Baeder, via Flickr

Occasionally, I repose with this one really skinny dude and after we do it, I get these bruises on my inner thighs from where his bony hips slammed into me. I kind of love mild sex injuries. I race my fingers gently over the purple contusions flanking my groin, and it reminds me of being a teenager and wearing hickeys and carpet burns like badges of honor—proof that I was a real grown-up. Even though I am fond of my thigh bruises, sleeping with skinny guys isn&#;t my favorite.

I don’t want to body shame anyone here. Rather than detracting from the wonders of the scrawny, angular male physique, I need to celebrate its antithesis: the tubby guy. Because you know, as it turns out, I’m a bit of a chubby chaser. I also occur to be a feeder by default, but I blame that on my Greek heritage.

I’m interested in a very specific kind of tubby: a thick roundness rather than an actual fatness. Love a dude who looks like he might sit on a bike because his legs are huge, but who looks like he likes beer a lot. I want a man who’s built like a noun trunk,