I had begun the process of interviewing potential roommates, and I hated it with a passion. My last roommate was picked by random, a bad idea from the start, and he was a total fucker. He was the type of guy who’d eat your food and lie about. He was the type of guy who would leave a bowl of cereal milk in the sink for a week. I didn’t even think he bought toilet paper for the apartment once. I was glad he decided to move back in with his parents.
So it was great that he moved out and everything, but my prospects for a new roommate weren’t looking so hot. There was an older gentleman who creeped me out a little. I told him I’d let him know about the apartment if I didn’t find a better match in a day or so. The other guy who was interested was named Snake, and the thing about it was, I wasn’t too sure that it wasn’t just a nickname. I was pretty sure his name was legally Snake. He had just made parole and in our conversation he joked about how he was likely going to end up back in prison with how he was going to pay the rent. I got Snake to understand I was still looking and if he didn’t hear from me by next week I likely found another, more compatible, match.
Alexander Wisely, age 21, was my last and only hope of finding somebody semi-normal, which was hilarious in and of itself. Normality was only a social-construct, and my judgments were based solely on my experiences. At half pass noon I heard a knock on my door. He was right on time. He had only called just this morning about the ad. He asked to arrange a meeting as soon as possible. We introduced ourselves and for the most part he seemed like the best choice for my new roommate. We sat in the living room, me semi-interviewing him as I had done for every other candidate.
"So where did you use to live?" I asked. I couldn’t help but note how hot he was. It hadn’t been in my ad that the guy had to be hot, but Alex was just going above and beyond. The dude was amazing to look at, and at 6'2” and about 200 pounds of muscle, he was on the same level as a male model. I thought he would have looked even better if he put on a couple of pounds, but I wasn’t complaining. Not everyone was into the dadbods—and beyond.
"I came to the city from my parent’s farm," he said with a bit of a twang.
"That’s so cool,” I said over-enthusiastically. I toned it down a bit. “Did you do farm work? With, like, cows?" He laughed. It was such a hearty laugh. I probably sounded like a doofus. I had been to a farm only once in my entire life, on a field trip in middle school.
"Yeah, but I hate farm life. That's why I want to move here.” He shook his head slowly. “They made me do all the work, and for nothing. My parents were always badgering me. They said I'd never leave."
"Well,” I began with a smile. “I’d love for you to be my new roommate."
"So I can move here?” he asked, standing, his fist clenched in front of him. I nodded. He was so damn innocent and wholesome. He probably had problems with homosexuality. I was getting the vibe that he probably came from a town without someone openly gay. “Really?" he asked, still in disbelief.
"Yeah, you can move in as soon as possible,” I said. “There is already a bed so you don't have to worry about that. We’ll just need to get you on the lease and everything should be A-OK.”
"Gosh, that's great, so I can come right now? I already have my stuff if you don't mind." He was blushing.
"No, I don’t mind, of course you can move in today." I had hoped he would be moving in soon, but I hadn’t expected him to be moving in this soon. He ran his hand through his hair, which was curly and golden blond. His eyes were an ice blue. They were such a striking color. He looked like a damn angel, all cute and shit.
He had broad shoulders and a huge chest. His legs were thick with muscle and his butt was perfect. It was large and round, most likely because of all the farm work. I could see him in overalls lifting bales of hay and doing other sexy farmer things. I could see him vividly, only in this scenario he had a nice big gut to go along with those rippling pectorals. I had never even considered the possibility that I’d start having farm fantasies.
He was just all around gorgeous, and to me at least, he did and said things in a really funny way. I helped him bring in his six bags from his truck, surprised he was just so sure he’d find a place to live on his first day in the city. He hadn’t found a place to live before just driving up here. I left him to unpack and made my way to the living room. I sat on the couch, which was my favorite piece of furniture in my entire apartment. It was kind of old, but I thought it had character.
"Excuse me, Mr. Haley?"
"Mr. Haley?” I responded with a laugh. “Call me Brian. I'm only 23, man.” I had never been called Mr. Haley by anyone except maybe a bank teller. I never thought I put out that vibe. “You don’t think I'm that much older than you, do you?" He was so weird and I loved every second of it. He could not have thought I was so much older than he was that he should call me Mr. Haley. It just wasn’t possible.
"No, of course not! I thought I was supposed to call you that because—you’re like a landlord, right?" He was blushing again. He was embarrassed by his lack of knowledge of city life. I didn't think someone could actually know so little. Did he ever even watch TV? He must’ve lived a really sheltered life. It made him even cuter though, in all honesty. I didn't want to laugh, but I did. “I'm sorry," he said, laughing with me.
"It's fine, honestly. You're pretty funny." I tried to smile in the kindest way I could.
"Anyway, uh, Brian, could you help me out with something?"
"Sure, what?" I asked, happy to help him any way I possibly could. Did he need a cold drink? A blow job? I’d rather he do it in the house with me than with some stranger.
"Well, uh, I might be good with tractors and cattle, that’s simple, but back home my momma made the beds,” he said endearingly. “So could you help me with my sheets? How the hell am I supposed to get these things on there?" He was so sweet. I could taste the sugar in the air. Infatuated to my fullest capacity, I began the sad realization that he probably would never even fall for me. He probably wasn't even gay.
"Okay." We were in his room and I was making his bed, like I had been in it with him beforehand, and I thought about how we could have some killer sex in here.
"Thank you so much for helping me out." I take it he was embarrassed about asking me to do this, but he seemed to enjoy interacting with me.
"It's okay, really,” I said, slipping his pillows into their cases. “I'm happy to help you out, roomie."
"Thanks again, for everything." I set down the pillows and made my way to the door.
"It's no problem. Come to me if you need anything." I made my way to my room and thought about how we were going to have an incredibly difficult relationship.
He'd come and go from his job as a waiter at McNally's. He always looked good in his uniform, a tightly stretched red shirt with a McNally's logo over the left breast pocket. It showed his huge pecs and strong arms. His pants gripped his thighs with their khaki fabric. I bet he got great tips. I had been tortured by the sight of him strutting around looking ridiculously hot for two months.
I had walked in from work early one Friday. I craved the weekend. I went to get a soda from the fridge and there he was in his briefs bent over rifling through some leftover pizza. "Alex?" I called, letting him know I was there.
"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't know you would be home so early," he said with a blush, like he was embarrassed of his body or something.
"I don't mind.” I realized that was kind of overtly gay. “Bro.” I was standing behind the counter, my lower half out of view. He was big as fuck, not as toned as when he first got here, but still big and strong looking. I was only 5'10” and 141 pounds, so he looked huge. I felt really stupid for even hoping he would be slightly interested in me. I was not going to kiss that cute little tummy he was sporting, or get my face in that bubble butt of his. Fuck, being gay was hard, and this wasn’t even one of the more serious issues I had to face.
"Have you gotten bigger since you've got here?" I asked.
"Is it that noticeable?" His hand rested on his beefier middle.
"You look good." I wondered if that showed that I liked him. “And I can tell your workouts are still happening. You’re looking jacked—uh, man.” I was so straight.
"Thanks." He smiled. He flexed his arms for me and I was going to cum in my pants any second now. His cock bulged in his briefs, and it was doing me in. I could only imagine what’d look like if he was hard, letting me play with it. "Let's have a guy’s night out. Know any good clubs?"
"Yeah,” I said, raking my brain for an idea of where we could go. I was going to take him to Sven's. It was a gay dance club. It was time for me to be honest with him. I couldn’t in good conscious look at his ass in his tight underwear if he thought I was his hetero roomie. "Be ready at nine."
He was in a nice pair of jeans and a tight black t-shirt. I was in basically the same thing, but my shirt was blue and kind of baggy. I felt frumpy next to him. I wasn’t ugly or anything, and I went to the gym four times a week, but I knew he was what most people wanted. We pulled up to Sven's at ten. It was packed; it always was. We walked in and saw the dance floor was full of guys, as was the bar.
“There’s a lot of dudes in here,” he said, speaking loud enough for me to hear over the music. "Is this, uh, is this a gay bar?" he asked, a look of awe on his face.
"Yeah,” I said, almost chickening out and telling him it was a joke. I could tell him I wanted to come make fun of some homos, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t stand being closeted around him. I had been in it long enough before I met him, and I wasn’t too keen on going back in just to cover my ass. “I'm gay. I didn't know how to tell you so I brought you here."
"They don't have these back home. I've always wanted to come to one."
"I’m sorry, what? Why?" I needed clarification. I was in disbelief. Major disbelief.
"I'm gay too." I could hear a choir of angels in the background. Maybe there was hope yet, and boy did I have hope. “I kind of figured you were too. I’m glad. I’ve never had any gay friends before.” Out of all of that, the one thing that stuck with me was the word friend. I was pathetic.
"So have you ever—," I began as the music picked up. Some guys similar in build to Alexander pulled him onto the dance floor. They were all over him. I kind of figured he would be snatched up by someone much hotter than I was. I stood for moment, waiting for him to come back over, but he kept on dancing. It looked like he was having a good time at least, and that was all that really mattered in the end. I got a huge drink and went over to a table. I had about six of those and I felt a whole lot better.
"Can we go? It’s a bit much in here, you know?” Were they talking to me? I think they were. I think I was being spoken to. He sounded so familiar. “Can we go out to, like, dinner tomorrow?" he asked.
"Are—are you good to—who are you? My friend is—I’m waiting for my friend Alex." I didn't drink very often.
"You're drunk?” he inquired, laughing at me. I didn’t like being laughed at.
"Am I drunk though? Is anyone really drunk? Think about it."
“I’ll get back to you on that,” he said, trying to get me to speak reasonably. “I'm Alex, your roommate. I’m the friend."
“I’m waiting for an Alex. Do you know all the Alex’s in the world? Is there an Alex club?” He looked at me for a moment and things began to register in my mind. Alex was who I was waiting for and he was sitting right next to me. "Oh, Alex! Alex, my man, you sir, have a great ass.” I felt myself pantomiming the shape of his butt. “I must dream about rimming that thing every night."
"Huh?" he asked, standing, and pulling me out of the booth.
"What? It’s pretty black and yellow—no, white. It’s pretty black and white. I want to have sex with my roommate Alex, but it's ‘posed to be a secret.” I felt myself stumble. "Drive?" I held out my keys.
"I can drive. Let's go." We were in the car and I didn't remember how we got there. I was just glad we were out of Sven’s. It was always 100 degrees in there and I was sweating like a sinner in church. “What—?”
"What?" He had asked a question, but I hadn’t caught majority of it. I never got this fucked up usually, so I wasn’t sure why I chose tonight of all nights to have a pity party for myself and get sloshed.
"So what do you dream about?"
"If you would get a little bigger. Like with a meaty belly and thighs. I bet your ass would get huge. That would be so hot, dude.” I felt myself start sobbing. “I love you so much." Why did I have to be such a sloppy drunk?
"What if I did get fat?"
"I would feed you and rub your tummy and love you forever."
"Would you?" he asked, laughing. He probably thought I was a freak. His background experiences and concept of normality probably was way different than my own. I needed to learn to keep my fantasies online.
"Of course! But I could never tell you all of this. You would—you would call me a freak and stop being my roommate. That would make me sad, hell, it’d be downright the most depressing thing ever," I said solemnly. “And whose ass would I get to stare at all the time?”
He took me up to the apartment and put me to bed, and then it was morning. Shit. It wasn't morning; it was nearly one in the afternoon. I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower. I wondered if Alex came home with me. He probably went home with one of those guys. Had I gotten a cab last night? I was going through the house when I saw him on the couch, asleep. His belly was full and bloated, and his shirt was riding up. He was also only wearing his briefs and he was sporting a pretty stiff erection. There he was. God he looked so full. What if he got even fatter?
I liked him as a person. I loved his body. I loved his smell, the little farm jokes he made, the way he laughed—his voice. It wasn’t just how hot he was. I honestly enjoyed hanging out with him as well.
I wanted to wake him up but I didn't have a reason to. I walked over to him. Walked away. Walked back. I leaned over him to shake him awake gently, and I could smell him. His strong scent was mixed with the smell of chocolate sauce. I was going to wing it. Nope, bad idea. I was going to walk away when he suddenly woke up. Now I looked like some crazy stalker who watched him sleep. "Brian?" he called. "What are you doing?" Brian the weirdo, yep that was me.
"What is anyone doing in life? You ever think about that?" I needed to get a grip. I should’ve just left things as they were and taken him to a normal bar last night. I could go back to pining over him from the shadows. It was better than this awkwardness.
“Huh? What’re you talking about?” he asked, sitting up.
“I’m sorry. I think I might still be a little drunk.” That kind of felt true. I prayed that I was. "I was, uh, I don’t feel that well." I turned abruptly and ran back to my room. I locked the door, jumped on my bed, and buried my face in a pillow. I sucked at lying. I didn't have a clue of what I should have said. There was a knock at my bedroom door. I could have died.
"Brian, can we talk?" I sat up in the bed. He kept knocking and knocking and knocking.
"No," I finally replied. I felt like such baby. I needed to get a grip.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because—,” I started, trying to gather my thoughts. “Fuck, dude, it’s too weird to talk to you. I really like you and I feel so stupid for even telling you. In all honesty, I was hoping to find out you were super straight and then I could move on with my life. I figured last night you left me at Sven’s. I saw all those guys. You could probably have anybody you wanted to."
"Not if I get fat," he said seriously.
"What? What does that even, uh, how do you—?" How did he know about my dirty desires? He knew about all the sexual, farmer fantasies. I kept that locked away where nobody would ever know about it. It was weird, wasn’t it? He was a mind reader, no doubt about it.
"You told me last night on our way home that you’re into me. You said you'd want me to be fat. You said you dream about me getting bigger." I could feel it coming, all the mean things he had to say to me. He’d call me a freak, a weirdo, a pervert. I might’ve actually just died. I was so mortified that words were lost to me. I didn’t say anything; I couldn’t. "I want to get big for you, because I like you too." He opened the door and walked in, which really pissed me off because I thought I locked it. But apparently I did and said a lot of things I didn’t remember. “I wouldn’t mind massing up, especially if you liked it.”
"Why?" I stood up and he came closer to me. “Why would you do that?”
"I've always wanted to be bigger, so why not now? When I know someone likes it?” He smiled and placed his large hand on my shoulder. “I was just so afraid of what people would think, but at this point of my life why not do what I want? If you'd be okay with it, I would be too.” I was dumbfounded. I had read stories like this online. He kissed me. It was our first kiss. His lips were soft and tasted like chocolate.
"Alexander," I uttered softly, still in disbelief. We were hugging now, my hands on his back. He gave a small grunt of acknowledgement. "Why do you like me? I think you could find someone else, like those guys at the club." I didn't think I should’ve been with Alex, even if I really fucking wanted him.
"I just like you."
“You don't even know me.” I think I was a fan of self-sabotage.
“Well I want to. That's what dating is, getting to know someone.” He kissed me again. It was the start of something weird and messy and it made me nervous. He was my roommate, and it could end badly, but I didn’t care. I just didn’t fucking care. He was hot and I was into him so I threw caution to the wind and let myself accept that something good actually happened to me. We were pretty compatible and our first month of dating was pretty legit.
In that first month of Alex trying to actively gain, he had gone from 210 pounds to 237 pounds. He could eat so much—just amazingly huge amounts of food. He ate whole cakes and pizzas, gallons of ice cream, subs, fried chicken, and burgers. I’d make him a fattening meal, and he loved to eat it. He told me he had always been a big eater but didn’t have farm work to burn off excess calories anymore.
"I have to go to work." I sat up in bed. I looked at the clock; it was ten in the morning.
"But it's your day off," I said, wanting to cuddle.
"I know, but they wanted me to come in today,” he replied. “They're short one person."
"Oh, all right." He gave me a kiss and began to get dressed. That made him going to work worth it. He put on his shirt, which was tight when he first started working there, but it was squeezing his chest and belly even more tightly now.
He kept pulling it down to hide a part of his gut that wouldn't stay covered. His pants were gripping his thighs and ass. I hoped he could make it through work without that button popping off. "I think I might need some new work clothes."
"I think you look great,” I said.
"Thanks,” he said with a laugh. “That doesn’t mean I don’t need some new clothes.” He pulled at the hem of his shirt again. “I will see you later."
"Bye babe." Alex was something else. He exceeded all my expectations. He was hot, nice, and into weight gain. I was the luckiest guy in the world.
Now that I was alone I realized that I was pretty bored. I had been spending my off days with Alex. I was so bored. I needed to get out of the apartment. Bored. Bored. Bored. I could go and visit Alex at work. That would be fun. I hadn’t seen where he worked yet, so it’d be cool to get a feel for the vibe of the restaurant. I got ready and was at McNally's by noon.
I went up to the hostess and asked to be seated in Alex's section. She said that he wasn't scheduled to work today. I told her he wouldn’t be on the schedule because he was covering for someone else. “I’m sorry, sir. Everyone who was on the schedule has already clocked in for the day.” I thanked her and went home.
I wondered why he would lie to me. I immediately thought the worse, and then I chastised myself for even considering it. He was too sweet to do that. He wasn't that kind of guy. I spent the whole day feeling like crap though. He walked into the bedroom. "Hey Brian," he greeted me with a smile. He looked very full.
"Hello, how was work?"
"Fine, it was crazy busy though,” he said. “There were just so many things to do."
"Like what?" I inquired. I shouldn’t look for problems. I had to accept things the way they were or risk ruining a good thing.
"Well, there was a party and—," he began before I cut him off.
"Don't lie, Alex," I said seriously.
"What are you talking about?"
"I wanted to surprise you at work and the hostess said you weren't scheduled to work today. I don’t know what you were doing, but don’t lie to me."
"I am not a liar."
"Yeah, well, I was there at noon and you were nowhere to be found."
"Shut up, Brian. You're such an idiot sometimes." He looked at me angrily. "I was at work a half hour after noon. I didn't need to clock in until then. I was getting something to eat before work. Amy, the hostess, is new and clueless.” He sat on the bed. “I can't believe you think I would lie to you."
"Fuck, I'm sorry." I felt stupid, which I should have. "I would just expect you to cheat on me. I mean I'd be hurt, but I would expect it and understand it."
"You shouldn't have to expect that from me. I’m not that kind of guy, trust me."
"I am really sorry."
"Forget about it. I'm really tired, so let's go to bed."
"Okay, sure." I knew I was being ridiculous, but my gut instinct still told me something was off. I chose to ignore it as Alex took off his shirt. That was a treat. His pecs were still big, but with a nice layer of flab. His belly and love handles were getting gigantic. Just like his perfect ass. He was getting flabby all over. I still felt bad for calling him out like a jealous idiot. I wondered what I could do to make it up to him, maybe a nice dinner. No, I had to do something different than just some food.
"Why don't we have sex yet?" I asked, thinking about all the things I could do for him in the bedroom.
"Well, I don't want to rush things."
"We already live together, and sleep in the same bed. We've been dating for almost three months. We skipped the honeymoon stage and have gone straight into the old married couple one."
"We will, one day." I hoped it was one day soon because with him getting bigger and bigger like this, I could surely die from celibacy.
"Okay, sure. Soon." Maybe he was right. Maybe it was too soon. I might have been ready, but I hadn't even thought about him. Once again I was being selfish. But damn if I didn’t want to let him fuck me.
"I'm going to hang out with some friends from work. I’ll be back soon." It was seven the next night. I had thought long and hard about our conversation the previous night. He said I didn’t have a reason to be jealous, but when I really thought about it, he seemed to always be sneaking around. I had just ignored it up until this point.
I didn't deserve him, sure, but I had hoped he would be honest enough with me that we could work through any problems. I did hope that I was wrong. I really did.
When he left out of the apartment I counted to twenty-five. I took the stairs to the street where I parked my car. Alex parked his pickup truck five cars in front of mine. He pulled off and I jumped in my car so I could trail him. I followed him stealthily, like a ninja. We drove for a while then he pulled into the lot of a store. I waited. He came out and I wondered what he needed so many groceries for. Were he and his coworkers having a party?
He drove a little bit longer and pulled up to a little house. He went up to the door and knocked. Some little guy came to the door, taller than me, but way skinnier. He kissed him. I wanted to understand, and I said that I would, but I felt crushed, angry even.
I went to the side of the house after they went inside. I saw them in the bedroom. They didn’t even have the decency to close the blinds. I felt like a peeping tom. Mr. Bones stood there commanding Alex to eat pastry after pastry. Alex had a look of euphoria on his face. Alex was drinking milk now, his gut looking the tautest I’d ever seen it. If it weren’t a scene of my boyfriend cheating on me I’d probably be horny. He was then having sex with Mr. Bones. It was clear why we weren’t having any fun in the bedroom. Wasn’t I worth anything? I had to be worth something, didn't I? If I just let this go on and said nothing, wouldn’t that prove to myself that I wasn't good enough to be loved?
They finished, and I could barely hear them through the closed window. “You’re getting kind of big, Alex,” Mr. Bones said, kind of peeved. “You know the gut is hot, but only when I’m stuffing you full, got it?”
“Yeah, I told you I’d start doing cardio again, so get off my case.”
“Well, you’ve been saying that for the last month, and you’re only getting fatter. You know what I’m into, you’ve known from the—.” I couldn’t take listening to this anymore. I found my way back to my car and drove home. This was a lot to take in for one night.
I went home and started to cook. I knew he’d be back soon. They were probably just having a quickie. After maybe twenty minutes I heard his keys hit the table as he sat down. "Hey Alex," I greeted him as cheerfully as I could.
"What are you making?” he asked. “It smells great."
"Just a little something. I figured you'd be hungry. You always are." I gave a fake chuckle.
"Yeah, I am." He rubbed his belly, laughing along with me. I thought I saw a slight amount of discomfort on his face. He was probably still really full from his stuffing session with Mr. Bones.
"It’ll be ready in about thirty minutes."
"Okay, good, I'll go take a shower."
"You do that." Washing away any traces of evidence. He sounded so sincere when he said he’d never lie to me. He was playing me, and I didn’t like it one bit. I had thought he was perfect. I felt stupid for not figuring it out sooner. That day at McNally's he was lying to me. I should have known. I shouldn’t have been so blinded by his country charm and killer body.
"Is it ready yet?" he asked, covered in a slight coat of water from his shower. I smiled, trying not to cry. Was I making a mistake? I’d rather have part of someone than no one at all.
"Yep, eat up," I said. He ate and ate until everything I made was gone. It was just some pasta and baked chicken, nothing spectacular. He smiled at me. It just all seemed so fake now.
"I'm so stuffed," he said, rubbing his distended gut. It was the biggest I’d ever seen it. Between me and Mr. Bones, Alexander could be massive.
"I'm glad you liked it.” It was now or never. “But, Alex, you should really be a more truthful person."
"I did like your food," he started with a laugh. He was just going to keep hurting me, making me feel inferior.
"About yourself, not the food," I said sternly. "I followed you to the store, and then to the skinny guy's house. I saw you having sex with him."
"I—I—," he stuttered, surprised by my sleuthing skills.
"Shut up, Alex." I was so angry. "You can still live here, I guess. Rent is due every third of the month. Please move your things back into your room. I'm going out." I decided to get a drink. Dealing with Alex was going to make me an alcoholic. I went down the street to a little bar. "Can I get something strong and fruity?" I asked.
"Here you go," the bartender said. It was a huge pinkish drink that was embodiment of exactly what I asked for.
“Not what I had in mind,” I said, more so to myself, laughing at my own humor. "Thank you—," I began as I read her name tag. "Cara.” She smiled at me as she made another drink. “You know, men suck, and you know what sucks about that? I’m a man, so I suck. I just broke up with my boyfriend because he cheated on me."
"That's too bad,” she said sympathetically. “I'm sure you can do better."
"I like you," I put a five in the tip jar. "But I doubt I’ll ever find anyone better than him. He was one hot piece of ass."
"I'm sure of it," she said, laughing at my joke before she went to take another drink order. I looked at the guy sitting next to me. He was bigger than Alex, like now, with all the extra blubber.
"How tall are you?" I asked with a sniffle.
"Me?" He looked up at me. His eyes were sweet and green. His lips were full and he had a masculine chin softened by a small layer of fat. He had Alex beat. I silently thanked the heavens for my good fortune.
"Uh, yeah." I hated how direct I had been. Alcohol really knew how to make me word-vomit.
"I’m a little taller than 6’3”,” he said, looking at me with a kind smile. “I'm also sorry to hear about your boyfriend."
"That's pretty tall." That's pretty tall? Oh come on. I saw why I didn’t have guys chasing after me. I was just a born conversationalist. "It's fine. He had been lying to me for months, surprisingly."
"I wouldn't lie to you." I had been burned by someone who had said something very similar in the past. He smiled and it was the most adorable smile I had ever seen. "A cute guy like you would never like a guy like me."
"I so would,” I said seriously. “I'm Brian."
"Max," he said. What a sexy name. I liked a boy in high school named Max. Of course he beat me up a lot and made fun of me for being gay, but he was still hot. Max and I made our way out of the bar and began to talk. I didn’t really know what I was doing with Max. That drink Cara made me was super strong and I really just thought Max was the coolest thing since sliced bread. I was being childish, that was for certain.
"So, Brian, what's your roommate slash ex like?" he asked.
"Honestly? I thought he was really nice and sweet. I really trusted him, you know? He said he would never cheat on me.” I sighed much louder than I had wanted to. “I feel so stupid for thinking someone like him could love me. I feel stupid for just chatting you up in a bar after my boyfriend and I ended things. You know what,” I started. “You probably think I’m so odd.”
"I don’t, and if we’re being honest you’re one of the cutest guys I’ve had to opportunity to be chatted up by. I can’t believe your boyfriend would do that to you. I’d never do something like that.” He laughed slightly. “I'm glad you’re interested in me though. Most guys I like never look my way. When I go to Sven’s they must all run from me. You’d think I had the plague. I got laughed just the other weekend when I tried to hit on a guy. It was so embarrassing.”
"That’s so shitty," I said. “Who could say no to a big cutie like you? You’re just my type.”
"What?" he asked.
"Well, uh, this is hard for me to say, but I’ll be honest, I really like bigger guys.” I was just putting it all out there. If I wasn’t honest, how did I expect someone else to be? “Like, fuck man, I wouldn’t mind if you got even bigger. I’m into all that weird sort of shit. You're so cute and tall too. You could probably be a hundred pounds bigger and I wouldn’t be able to get enough of you." I saw a blush on his face by the light of the street lamp we were under.
"Thank you.” He ran his fingers through his curly, reddish-brown hair.
"Do you want to spend the night?” I asked, soon realizing what it sounded like. “Not like sex or anything. Just sleeping over." I was wounded and I wanted someone to make me feel better. I was feeling shitty about how this must’ve made Max feel. I had to think about him as a person.
"Are you sure? Isn't he there?” I could see him frowning. "I feel like you don't really like me and I'm the rebound guy," he laughed, but I could tell he was a little hurt. I was worried he’d feel that way.
"I’d be lying if that wasn’t a possibility, but damn, you’ve got me feeling really good. I’m sure if we got to know one another I’d still be into you.” I laughed. “That’s what this sleepover can be the start of."
"Okay," he said. “Sounds like a good idea.” He smiled his gorgeous smile. We came to my building and we went on up to my apartment. We walked in to find a pacing Alex. He was in a pair of pajamas that were a bit too tight and were squeezing his ass in a way that—fuck him.
"Where have you been? I really need to talk to—," he paused for a moment, surprised to see Max. He had finally noticed who it was I was with. "Max? Does Mr. McNally need something? You could have just called."
"No, my dad doesn't need anything." Dad? Max McNally? Alex's boss was Max's dad. What luck I had, honestly. My life seemed to be filled with highs and lows, but wasn’t everyone’s?
"Max," I called quietly. I should have asked his last name. He looked over at me. "My room is this way." I gestured to the hallway leading to my bedroom. He nodded and moved a bit closer to me. "Goodnight, Alex," I called. He looked confused and angry. I was pretty sure he cheated on me. We walked into my bedroom and I was sure to lock the door this time. "You own the restaurant Alex works in?"
"No, my dad does." He smiled. “But one day I might.”
"Now it seems like I picked you up on purpose. Well, I did, because I thought you were really hot—no, no, things could not be worse." He gave me a confused look and I sighed. “You’re his boss's son."
"So?” He didn't get it. Maybe I didn’t get it. I had let Alexander cheat on me for—I wasn’t even sure for how long. “What? It doesn't matter.” I found myself agreeing, and it was likely out of convenience. Max was right. It was none of Alex’s business who I dated and it wasn’t like I was going to get him fired on purpose. We had rent to pay.
"Well, uh, I guess you're right."
"I really like you," he said.
"I really like you too."
"Then everything is fine.” He smiled again. "My dad is going to love to meet you."
"I have never brought a guy home before, they’re starting to wonder if I’ll ever find somebody.” He looked at me and I could tell he felt embarrassed. “I didn't mean to insinuate that you had to meet him right away,” he said nervously. “I just ruined everything, didn’t I?”
"You like me all that much? Really?" I smiled. I almost squealed like a school girl.
"Yeah, I do.” He was blushing. His face had gone incredibly pink. He was so cute. “I really like you. I just feel so great when I talk to you, and my dad is really understanding of me being gay. Not like my brother Joe. Mike is nice though. They work at the restaurant too."
"Wow,” I said, slightly overwhelmed. He grimaced, as if I had insulted him. "We’re really doing this, huh? Just jumping into each other’s lives." I really felt like I was some teenager. He was still blushing, a nervous half-smile on his lips. We fell asleep together, his large, hulking body providing intense comfort.
I got up the next morning and saw a note from Max with his cell number on it. He said to be at the restaurant at noon. It was around ten so I had a bit of time. Although Alex was working today, I had a good feeling about meeting Max’s family. I called him when I was outside and he met me at the door.
I was really glad to be there. He didn't seat me in Alex's section, thankfully. I thought that Max was just more mature than Alex, and hopefully more honest. Max was older than I was, at 27. He said I could get whatever I wanted, but I wasn’t a big eater like he was. I got a glass of water with lemon because I ate before I came, which was incredibly dumb. Who ate before going to a restaurant? Max walked over with a huge gray-haired man of about sixty. He was like an older version of Max—a fatter one too. He was about 6'4”, because he stood a bit taller than Max. I stood up to greet him.
"Hello, Mr. McNally." I was so nervous. I had never met a guy I was dating’s family before. This made our relationship seem like it was going to end up going somewhere. It was exciting in a really domestic sort of way.
"Call me Ron, Mr. McNally is my father." He smiled just like Max. I had heard that joke before, probably a million times, but it was better coming from Mr. McNally.
"Don't be so nervous. Maxy has been talking about you all morning." Max blushed.
"Maxy?" I smiled. Maxy was a sweet nickname. Max groaned.
"What? You are my little Maxy. When he was just four, he was such a big boy even then, he took his mother's pearls, bless her soul, and hid them in the—."
"Dad, please don't tell him that," Max said quickly. He was blushing like crazy.
"Fine, I'll tell him later.” I smiled and he chuckled. "To be honest I'm so glad he found a nice boy like you. He eats so much I don't know how you will be able to put up with him. I guess he gets it from his father." Mr. McNally placed his hand on his own substantial belly.
"Dad!" Max called, noticeably embarrassed. I didn’t know what this was like at all. My dad died a little after I was born and my mom followed when I was only in middle school, so seeing a real family was nice.
"Can't we talk, geez Maxy, are you embarrassed by your old man?"
"Yes," Max said with an exasperated sigh. Mr. McNally laughed.
"I can't imagine why," Mr. McNally said while shooting me a wink.
"I like your dad, Max,” I said seriously. “He's great. You’re both very handsome." Mr. McNally gave a raspy laugh and his face turned incredibly red, just like Max’s did.
"See Maxy! Your boyfriend likes me!” Boyfriend. Whoa there, boyfriend? We were only dating, and barely even that, but a large part of me really didn’t mind being called his boyfriend. I felt silly, sure, like we were fucking seventh graders, but that part of me that didn’t mind wouldn’t let me be put off by how quickly things were moving. “Well, I have to get back to work. I hope to see you again soon." He walked back towards the kitchen and two more big guys walked out.
"These are my two older brothers, Joe and Mike." Mike was the taller one and the oldest. He was the same height as Mr. McNally. Joe was the middle child and about 6'2”.
They were both slightly chubby, but Max was way bigger. It was like he was the big brother. I bet they always gave him extra food because he was the youngest. All three of them had the same reddish-brown hair.
"So you’re this Brian. It's great to meet the guy my brother won't shut up about," Mike said. He gave me a hug. What could he possibly tell them about me? I wasn’t amazing or anything, where he could go on and on about me. Especially considering we just met.
"It's nice to meet you." I felt really short surrounded by the three of them. “I’m excited to get to know you guys.”
"Hey," Joe said, shaking my hand.
"It's really nice to meet you," I replied, a little nervous about interacting with Max’s homophobic brother who was twice my size.
"So you’re the fag my brothers seeing." Okay, I was a little shocked. Max had said Joe was a bit, uh, intolerant, but we didn’t even lead up to the insult. At least he was straight forward. I knew where I stood, so that was good.
"Joe!" exclaimed both Mike and Max in unison. It was almost funny, actually. I hadn’t been called a fag since high school.
"Figures the only guy he could find would look like you. You're pathetic, Max. Fucking homos and shit, I swear."
"I'm sorry," Mike said pulling Joe towards the kitchen. Max was red in the face. “Max, he told me he’d behave. I’m sorry again, Brian.”
"Forget about it," I called as I put on a smile. I turned towards Max. "Well, Mike is really nice." Mr. McNally walked out of the kitchen. He looked pissed, but his face softened as he met Max and me.
"I'm sorry Brian. Please forgive Joey. He didn't mean that." He looked thoroughly embarrassed. "You should come to family dinner Sunday. Please. I insist."
"That would be nice." I turned to Max to see if it was okay. He nodded happily. We talked a bit longer and I decided to head on out. I said my goodbyes, but I didn’t leave immediately. It may have seemed petty, but I went and sat in Alex's section afterward. I told Max I wanted to end us for good. Alex didn't see my face before he walked up.
"Hello, I'm Alex and I will be your server—Brian?" I had cottonmouth. I was afraid I was going to pass out. "Are you forgiving me?"
"No," I finally could muster.
"Then why are you here?" he asked, folding his arms across his beefy chest.
"I was visiting this guy I’m dating."
"But you said we’re not—Max?" I nodded. "Max is your boyfriend?"
"Yeah, sure. Why not?" I had to get used to that at some point, why not start now.
"I need to tell you something," he said seriously. He still looked really good and it made me even sadder that we had to end things. It made me even sadder that I wasn’t enough for him
"What?" I asked, not too sure what he was going to tell me.
"I'm moving out.” He looked anxious, and I felt anxious. Things shouldn’t have ended this way. I shouldn’t have been snooping. I should’ve just let it go. “I’m going to live with Jeff."
"The guy you saw me with," he said.
"Oh, Jeff," I said with a nod. He was talking about Mr. Bones. I looked at him seriously. I meant what I was going to say. I truly meant it. I had to let go of all the mistrust and anger and self-doubt that being with Alex gave me. I had to do that so I could at least see where things with Max could go. "I hope you two are happy."
"Jeff loves me," he said. It sounded like he was reassuring himself.
"I love you too, Alex." It looked like I had just really hurt him. I was just trying to be nice. I was trying to be an adult, and fuck it was hard.
"Well, I’ll be out by tomorrow evening." I got up and walked out. I cried in my car and felt a whole lot better. I was done with Alex, for good. I could be happy. I went home and at around seven Max came by. We went in my room and sat on my bed. Alex was packing his things.
"Hi, Maxy," I said with a chuckle. He frowned. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist." He smiled and gave another deep laugh. Who could possibly resist him?
"You're coming over tomorrow, right?” I nodded. "Please don't hold that against Joey," he said pleadingly. “He’s just an asshole, and I’m not trying to excuse his behavior entirely, but I think he just needs some time to get used to things.”
"I understand." I really did understand. It must’ve been hard for him to accept his brother was gay, and he probably still really loved and cared about Max, so he had to project his displeasure onto someone else. For all the good Max brought me, I could handle some derogatory comments from his brother.
"He really is nice."
"I hope he likes me one day."
"He will,” he said reassuringly. "You should invite your parents." I didn't want to tell him about them. I rarely told anyone about my family. Alex and I dated for over three months and we hadn’t talked about my family.
"I, uh, I can't."
"They don't live here?" he asked. “Maybe around the holidays we could get them to fly into town. My dad was already asking about them. He’s a planner, you know, and he wants to set up some parent-to-parent bonding time. I told him that was weird, but he does what he wants anyway.”
"My dad died when I was like 4 and my mom died when I was in middle school. I’m an only child of only children, so, I—I don’t really have any family."
"I—I—,” he said trying to form his next sentence carefully, likely afraid he had hurt my feelings. “I’m sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."
"You'd have to find out eventually, right?" I felt the like I was going to cry, like I was just going to start sobbing and never stop. Max kind of understood, having lost his mom, but it was different for me. I was a straight up orphan.
"Brian," he said in his kind voice. “Come here.” I moved in closer to his massive wall of a body. He hugged me tight and I didn’t feel the need to cry. His warmth was enough to make me feel not so alone in the world. He smelled strong and I felt his belly pressing against me. I felt him kiss me and then he pulled back. I wanted more. I leaned forward and kissed him.
I felt his love handles. I got handfuls of him. I felt his ass as I worked my way away from his fleshy sides. It was great. He leaned on top of me pressing his gut into me as we kissed. That was new. Not like with Alex, who was substantially smaller. I got an erection. His weight put a pressure on my crotch that made me tingle all over. "Max," I whispered.
"Huh?” he grumbled, still kissing me.
"I am so fucking into you."
"Good, because I’m never letting you go."
"How—how much do you weigh?" I asked, so I could freakishly get off to the number. I felt even more turned on thinking about what he’d say. I wanted to pull my penis from my pants. I wanted to be with him even more physically.
"297 pounds," he said. I pushed him up and took off my clothes, wondering what was taking him so long. He looked at me as I stood naked in front of him. “You’re, so, uh, fit,” he said. He slowed considerably, looking ashamed.
"What?" I panted.
"I don't want to take my clothes off," he said, red faced. "You’re going to hate what you see. You look so good."
"No I'm not,” I said, less pant in my voice. “You look good too. You know you’re my type."
"I—I don't look good naked."
"I bet you do."
"I don’t think—," he started before I interrupted him. I took his sweatshirt and lifted it up over his head. The motion made his chest jiggle slightly and his belly shake. He had some stretchmarks on his gut, and it only was getting me going even more. He also had some around where his arms met his torso. His arms were larger than Alex’s. He saw my erection get even harder. I unbuttoned his pants and slide them down his muscular thighs. They were massive. He removed his underwear while I grabbed a condom. His ass was huge and I could feel myself getting the most turned on I had been a long time.
I climbed up behind him. I could cum almost just by looking at him. I entered him and placed my hands on his wide back. I pushed harder and harder. I found my hands grabbing onto his love handles, using them to steady myself. He was moaning softly, and I could see that his ears were bright red. We finished after probably fifteen minutes or so. He went to immediately put his clothes back on. "You, uh, have to go?" I asked, disappointed.
"No," he replied with a laugh.
"If you’re sleeping over, you can stay naked," I said.
"Brian I'm so big you probably don’t want me in there with you all night. I might roll over on you or something."
"That’s ridiculous,” I said, knowing it’d be a tight fit. “And if you did I wouldn't mind at all."
"I don't think I should," he said, still trying to convince me it’d be uncomfortable. I got up and pulled him into the bed.
"If you want a t-shirt, I have some."
"Okay," he said. I got out of bed and rummaged through my drawers. The biggest one I had was a size large and it didn't make it pass his belly button. His biceps were straining the seams. I grabbed hold of his muscular arm. I didn’t know he was this solid. I liked it. "I don't want to rip your shirt," he said, still embarrassed.
"You look so hot right now." He blushed. “I didn’t know you lifted.” He climbed into the bed and we snuggled up next to one another.
“Oh, yeah, I lift nearly every day with Joey and Mike.” He was so warm and it was really nice lying next to him. “We’ve worked out together since high school.” We continued our small talk and at one point he fell asleep. I laid there awake for a while, happy, falling asleep after some time.
I woke up and Max was still asleep. It was only 7 AM on a Sunday. I went to the bathroom in the hall so I wouldn't wake up Max. I felt so happy. I never imagined this after I broke up with Alex. I turned on the shower and hopped in it. I felt the water run over me. I also felt a hand run over my back and grab my ass. "Ah!" I yelped.
"It's just me," he said as he attempted to enter the shower with me. It was Alex. He was drunk and naked. He pulled me back in as I tried to exit.
"Don't touch me," I whisper-screamed, not wanting to alert Max. I turned off the water and got out.
"What's wrong baby?" I was wrapping a towel around myself. I thought I was the one who got drunk and made terrible decisions? He was stealing my shtick.
"We are not together anymore, Alex, and I have a boyfriend."
"That doesn't mean we can't fool around." I didn't know Alex at all. It was pretty terrifying. Is that why he felt it was okay to go around screwing Jeff even though we were dating? His country charm had worn off, and he was mainly just pissing me off. Sure, he was standing there, belly round and covered in blond-brown hair, and he was in nothing but a pair of too small briefs, but I was still pissed.
"Yes it does. You have a boyfriend. What about Jeff?" He was walking closer to me.
"Jeff never asked me to move in. Jeff is some guy I met online before I came to the city. He’s into stuffing hot jock types, but apparently I don’t—I don’t fit that criteria anymore. I got too fucking fat for him."
"Well, I'm sorry, Alex, but I'm in a relationship. I plan on it lasting for a long time, hell, maybe even forever."
"I don't care. You’re mine." He leaned in and tried to kiss me. I punched him in the gut and ran out of the bathroom. He grabbed me and I was yelling for him to stop. “You like how fucking fat I am, don’t you?” he asked, pulling me into his body.
"Alex, stop,” I tried to say calmly, hoping my demeanor would calm him down. “You're breaking my arm! Fuck! Help!" I was looking at the floor. Naked and getting my arm broken. It was such a demeaning experience.
"Why? You—you asked why we weren't having sex. We could still be happy. We could have sex all the time now." Alex let go and stumbled back against the wall.
Max had punched him in the face. I got up and put my towel on again. My hair was wet and water kept dripping in front of my eyes. I tried to focus on that instead of what just happened. Alex got up and went off towards his room. I walked back into my bedroom. Max followed. He ripped the shirt; his arms had ripped the sleeves. He may have been fat, but he had a lot of muscle.
"Brian, are you okay? Did he—did he hurt you?"
"No, I'm fine.” I took a deep breath. “I can't believe he did that. I thought I knew Alex. I thought he would never do something like that. I never even pictured that happening." I rambled on and on. I didn’t really know what was happening in my life anymore.
"Are you sure you’re okay?" he asked again.
"Yeah.” I smiled. “Thanks for saving me." He returned the smile.
"I’ll always be there to save you." I smiled even wider. Our relationship felt like a damn movie. I didn’t think people actually found partners who said things like that. He got dressed and said he'd be by at four to pick me up for dinner. He asked if I could forgive him about the shirt. I laughed and said it wasn't a problem.
He asked if I'd be okay with Alex here by myself. I reassured him everything would be fine. I went about my day, not seeing Alex at all. I wondered if he was even still in the apartment. I got dressed and was waiting in the living room until it was time to go. Alex walked in and sat down. "Listen, I'm sorry about what happened this morning."
"Okay," I said calmly, not sure what else I could say.
"I really am."
"I said that it’s okay, Alex.” I didn’t know what to do about him in all honesty. I wondered if what he said about Jeff was true. “So you’re going to be gone when I get back?"
"But—yeah, I'll be gone."
"But are you sure you don't want to—," he began.
"Yes, I'm sure, Alex. It’s over." The doorbell rang. I looked at him for the last time before I went down to meet Max. It was pretty warm for the start for November. All I had to wear was a sweater—my favorite sweater with cool stripes that were black and blue. I also wore a nice pair of black slacks. Max was in a stylish button-up black shirt and khakis. The shirt was nice and tight around his arms and chest. His belly could easily pop the buttons if he pushed himself at the dinner table. "Hey Maxy,” I said with a smile. “You look great."
"You do too,” he replied genuinely. “Ready?" We climbed into his car and drove to his dad's house. His two aunts, brothers, and his brother's wives and children were already there. The house was huge, like a mansion. I'd never been in such a nice house.
"This house is huge," I said in awe, and slight embarrassment. I didn’t realize the McNally’s were so wealthy. I guess the restaurant did better than I had expected.
"Yeah, Dad does pretty well with the restaurant.” I stood a bit longer, gazing at the house before me. He put his masculine hand on the small of my back. “Let's go," he said, guiding me forward. We walked up to the door and he let himself in. We walked into the dining room and everyone was chatting or getting food set out. There were kids running around everywhere. It was like the family I never had.
"Hello Mister," said a little girl of about three.
"Hello, little lady," I replied.
“Let's get married,” she said seriously, determination in her voice, her eyes serious. I chuckled. “You’re cute.”
"No, you don't want to marry me. I'm old."
"And a fucking faggot. You aren't going to marry my Sally." It was Joe. Geez, Joe, I knew I wasn’t going to marry a three-year-old, even if I was straight. I felt my face go hot, and exited the dining room, and finally the house. I wasn’t wanted. I was still feeling out of it because of the incident with Alex this morning, plus the conversation the two of us just had didn’t help.
Everyone had just stared at me before yelling at Joe. I was not having a good day. I didn't know how I was going to make it through dinner. I felt sick. It had been a rough day. I felt better when I got here but now I felt even worse. "Brian, listen, I'm sorry." It was Joe.
"Uh, Joe?" I had to wipe my face before I turned around. I had been tearing up.
"Yeah—aw no. I didn't want to make you cry. I didn't mean that. I’m a fucking asshole."
"Uh, okay." He looked apologetic enough, but the fact that he could beat me to a pulp didn’t make being alone with him any less nerve-racking.
"I'm not homophobic. I just get so mad to see Max with you."
"Can I ask why?" Incest? No way. No way in a million years. I had such a dirty mind.
"I don't know,” he started. “People have always been so shitty to Maxy. I've always had to be there for him. I love him. I don't want to see him get hurt.”
"I would never do that."
"I know—but don't. You hurt Max, and I might just kill you." Joe sighed deeply. “He’d kill me for telling you this, but in high school when he told us all he liked guys everyone in the family was so supportive. He was just a freshman, you know. It was a brave thing to do.”
“I know what it is like,” I said.
He laughed a little before continuing. “Yeah, I guess you’d know better than any of us.” He looked at me seriously. “He got the crap beat out of him one day because he told some prick of a guy he liked him. My little roly poly of a brother had the balls to tell some wrestler he had a crush on him.”
“That’s awful,” I said, remembering my own battles from high school.
“Mike and I took care of it of course, but after that we both got him to start lifting with us. He got big enough to handle himself, but I swore I’d never let some guy hurt my brother again. So you make him happy, got it?
“Yes, sir.” He smiled and held out his hand. I shook it and we went back inside. Mr. McNally greeted me and once again apologized for Joe. I told him we worked everything out. The look of relief on Mr. McNally’s face was almost comical.
Boy they sure could eat. I saw them devour chicken, mashed potatoes, rolls, macaroni and cheese. They must have made pounds of food. They made enough food for at least twenty people, maybe even more. We had our after dinner drinks and ate dessert after dessert. It was really fun. We finally said our goodbyes and went back to my apartment.
I saw that his belly was straining his shirt. I couldn't help but rub it. He moaned. I saw he was kind of excited. I placed my hand over his crotch and rubbed slightly. He moaned again. I jumped out of my clothes in record speed. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love having sex. "I can't," he said as I tried to undress him as I had before.
"Please, you know how into you I am. Your body is nothing to be ashamed of."
"I ate so much at dinner. I know I shouldn't have eaten that much, but I just—I'm going to look fat and disgusting.” It was too late. I was already unbuttoning his shirt. “Please no," he protested.
"You're so hot."
"No. I'm not." He was so embarrassed, but I just had to show him how serious I was.
"Yes." I kissed his chest, slightly biting one of his nipples. I could hear his breathing. I began to lick his gut, one hand playfully grabbing it. He pushed me off a bit forcefully. I think my ego was more hurt than I was.
"No." He got up and pulled his shirt back on. "I can't do this."
"But why?" I asked, upset. He looked at me, his face scrunched up and slightly angry. I didn’t even do anything. I couldn’t believe this. “You can top if you want,” I suggested.
"I know you secretly hate my body,” he spat. “I don't know what you want, but you’re just using me." He thought I was a gold digger. That was hilarious in and of itself. I was hurt more than anything.
"I hate you." I walked up to him, felling big until I was next to him. He was huge. As angry as I was, I still managed to get an erection. He knew it because I was naked. I went to grab my underwear. "You can just leave," I said as I got one leg through my underwear. He pulled me close to him.
"I guess you do like me," he said before he kissed me. I pushed him off of me.
"I do,” I said. “But for some reason you don’t get that and, honestly, as much as I really like you, I can’t take another shitty relationship right now.” He pulled off his shirt. “I was single two years before Alex, and I can be single again.” He unbuttoned his pants and I could fully see his gut and ass. Damn, that ass had me losing my train of thought. I loved all of his excess adipose.
“I’m sorry,” he said. I gave a half smirk and he pulled me over to the bed. We had sex for what seemed like hours. I loved it, and as premature as it probably was, I was starting to love him too. We finally finished. We rested on my bed, exhausted and sweaty. "God that was hot," he panted.
"Yeah, it was" I replied.
"I’m glad we met," he said seriously. He turned towards me and gave me a soft kiss on my forehead.
"I am too." I really was. Cara had done exactly what I asked her to. She gave me something strong and fruity. I had to go back and thank her one of these days.
Everything was perfect and I wouldn't have it any other way. Alex had gone. I felt a bit bad, but I couldn't do anything. He was probably going back home.
“So about what you told me the night we met,” Max started. “If I did put on a few more pounds, you’d really like that?” I was getting hard again. I couldn’t believe what my life had become. “Do you think you could fix me something to eat? All that exercise worked off dinner.”
I was in the kitchen before he could even say anything more.