You leaned forward, gripping your toes, as you stretched out your legs on the cool gymnasium floor. You admired your new all black Nike’s, a Christmas present from Ethan last year that you hadn’t put to much use until now. You pushed down on the floor and propped yourself up to your feet, wiping any chalk and dust off your hands along the way. You looked around the empty room thankful that you had it all to yourself today. You let out a anxious sigh as your eyes scanned over all the machines, weights, exercise balls and other various equipment you didn’t know how to use. You could still remember Ethan’s eyes lighting up when you had told him you wanted to start working out and even more so when you suggested he train you.
“Getting to see my girlfriend in some sexy spandex shorts? How could I say no?”
My big brother Jimmy is 11 years older than me. We were born and raised in
southern California. When I was 2 years old, our real father was killed in a traffic
accident. Jimmy was 13 at that time, and for the next five years he was really
like a dad to me. He was involved in athletics in high school, played football,
baseball, and wrestled, and also had a part-time job, but he always found time
to play catch with me in the backyard, take me swimming, and let me
“wrestle” with him. My mother took me to watch every game he took
part in. He was my hero. All my friends envied me because I had such a cool big
When I was 6 and Jimmy was 17, my mom remarried. Her new husband was a fitness
trainer who insisted that Jimmy and I call him “Beau”. He was real
“southern California”—had a great year-round tan, was a nutrition
fanatic, and always bragged about which rich and famous people he had trained.
Even though I was still a little kid, I could tell that he and Jimmy just
didn’t get along. There was never any fighting or yelling, but I could just
sense it. A year later, when Jimmy graduated from high school, he headed east
to the Philadelphia area, where our real dad had family. I was real sad when
Jimmy left, but he promised he’d keep in touch with me.
For the next 11 years, I didn’t see Jimmy in person. He wrote me a couple of
times a month, called me often, and sent me cards and money, too—on holidays,
my birthday, and sometimes just for the heck of it, I guess. He wrote my mom,
too, and always sent her pictures. Over the years, we received pictures of
Jimmy as he started working as a construction worker, then got married (my mom
flew east for his wedding), had kids, and started his own contracting company.
So, I knew that Jimmy had a wife, who my mom said was “a very nice
girl”, and over the years had three kids, two girls and a boy.
Whenever a card or letter came from Jimmy and his wife Emily, my mom would
eagerly read the letter and look at the pictures, then show them to me. She
also showed them to Beau. It always seemed to me that Beau never had anything
good to say about Jimmy and his family. I couldn’t figure out exactly what Beau
didn’t like about Jimmy, because my mom always changed the subject when Beau
started his sarcastic comments. I remember hearing Beau say things like
“Oh, heard from the blimp again?” when my mom got a letter. She’d
shoot him a dirty look, and then change the subject.
By the time I graduated from high school, I looked like the typical tanned
southern California surfer boy type. I liked the beach. I also went out for
sports in high school. I remembered what sports Jimmy had gone out for, and I
went out for football, wrestling, and baseball too. Beau never had the time to
go to any of my games, and he didn’t like it when my mom did either, but she
still went, and she sent Jimmy newspaper clippings about every game I played
Beau never had much to say to me, which was OK with me. The only area where he
tried to control my life was in fitness and nutrition. He never bugged me about
fitness—my being involved in athletics, swimming, and surfing meant that at 6'1",
I weighed 170 with six-pac abs, broad shoulders, a 30" waist, and slim
hips. I guess Beau was pleased that I was in good shape.
Nutrition was another story. He insisted that my mom cook vegetarian, low fat,
low carb, all that stuff. Even on holidays like Thanksgiving, we’d have a
soy-based turkey substitute (talk about stuff that tasted like shit!). Of
course, when I was at school and when I was with my buddies, I ate what I
wanted, but at home Beau strictly counted the calories for the three of us.
Beau made my mom and me weigh in at the end of every month. I’d have to get on
the doctor’s scale he kept in the room he had turned into a home gym (Jimmy’s
old room), just wearing my jockeys. Beau checked my weight and gave me the
“once over” to make sure, I guess, that I wasn’t getting fat on the
vegetarian crap we ate at home.
At one of these weigh-ins, I remember him saying “I’m not going to be the
step-father of a fat boy” when the scale showed a 5 lb increase in a
month. Luckily, I had grown an inch taller since the previous weigh-in, and I
was so active that I never really found out what he’d do if I did put on a
little extra weight. I do remember thinking when Beau made the
“step-father of a fat boy” crack, “Hey, buddy, don’t ever
mention the word ‘father’ when you refer to yourself and me”. But I kept
my mouth shut, not wanting my mom to suffer any grief from the jerk.
I turned 18 in April and graduated from high school in the middle of June
without any plans for the future. I guessed I was going to enroll in a local
junior college, but my real goal was to get a job and save money so I could
move out of the house and get away from Beau. My mom was hopeless. I knew she
loved me, but she seemed to love Beau, too.
The day before my graduation, I received a graduation card from Jimmy and
Emily. In the card was a print-out confirming that an e-ticket in my name was
awaiting me at the check-in counter of a major airline at LAX, one-way from Los
Angeles to Philadelphia. Emily wrote that she and Jimmy wanted me to come east
and live with them for as long as I wanted. There were a number of colleges in
the area where they lived, and I could go to school part time or full time,
whatever. If I wanted, Jimmy would give me a job at his contracting company.
All I had to do was make a reservation and let Jimmy and Emily know the date
and time of my arrival.
Beau wasn’t home when I showed the card to my mom. She cried when she read it,
but she looked at me and said, “Chuckie, I think you should go. I know
you’re not very happy here. Stay with Jimmy and Emily for a while and see how
things go. If you feel like coming back to California, remember you’re always
welcome here…with me, anyway. Please just promise me you’ll call me on my
cell phone every week.” I promised my mom. I called the airline and made a
reservation to fly east the next week, then I called and spoke to my
sister-in-law. With the three hour time difference, Jimmy was already at work.
Emily sounded overjoyed when I told her I was coming and kept saying,
“Your brother will be SO happy. We’re ALL happy!”
That evening, my mom told Beau about my plans. He glanced over at me and said,
“Just make sure you don’t end up like your brother, kid”. What the
hell was that supposed to mean? My brother Jimmy was happily married with three
kids and owned his own contracting company, for gosh sakes! I just ignored
Beau, figuring that if I said anything my mom would be the one to take the
heat, not me.
Over the next week, I partied up with my high school buddies. All of them were
going to stay in southern California. There was lots of kidding about me
surfing in the Atlantic Ocean, stuff like that.
The day of my flight arrived and my mom took me to LAX. Beau wasn’t with us,
which made me happy. My mom cried a lot, but I promised her I’d come back to
see her again in a year at the most. (I don’t know why I said that. I guess I
felt so bad that my mom was crying so much that I just said whatever came to
mind.) I boarded the plane and settled into my seat.
During the flight, I thought about how I’d recognize Jimmy when I arrived in
Philadelphia. After all, I hadn’t seen him in eleven years. Everyone in
California who remembered him told me that I looked just like him when he was
in high school—blond hair, blue eyes, kind of tall, and an athletic build.
I arrived at the Philadelphia airport and headed to the baggage claim area. I
got my bags and started looking for Jimmy. There was a mob at the claim area when
I heard on the PA, “Chuck Keyser, please report to the customer service
desk at baggage claim area B-1”. That had to be Jimmy, paging for me!
As I walked to the customer service desk, I scanned the area looking for my big
brother, but I didn’t see him. All of a sudden, I was grabbed from behind and
locked in a hug which knocked the wind out of me. “Chuckie, I could tell
it was you! You look just like the graduation picture you sent us!”
Without pausing for breath, the voice continued, “Kids, this is your Uncle
Chuckie!” I took a step back and looked at the man the voice came from, It
had to be Jimmy, so I said, “Jimmy, gosh, it’s sure good to see you”
as I embraced him.
If you’re thinking I didn’t recognize my own big brother right off, you’re
right! He was BIG! I don’t know why I was so surprised—eleven years is a long
time. I guess the photographs I had seen over the years hadn’t really impressed
me with how big he had grown. After all, I was only a kid for most of those
years! Anyway, the Jimmy who greeted me was my height, but as wide as he was
tall. He had a round face with chubby cheeks and a big double chin. You could
tell he was a construction worker from his broad meaty chest and shoulders and
huge upper arms and forearms. He was wearing a tight blue t-shirt with
“Keyser Contractors” on the front, but the shirt was so tight it
emphasized his massive fleshy upper arms, huge man boobs, enormous round belly,
deeply sunken bellybutton, and wide bulging lovehandles In fact, the shirt was
so small a good three inches of the bottom of his big belly hung below the hem
of the t-shirt.
My attention was distracted though by Jimmy’s voice. He was introducing me to
my nieces and nephew. “This is our oldest, Joyce, she’s 9, and then
Jennifer, she’s 8, and here’s little Jimmy, we call him Junior, he’s 7.”
The three kids all rushed up to me and greeted me like I was a long-lost
relative, which I guess I was! Each one of the kids took a bag (I had a
carry-on and two checked bags) and tried to grab my hand as Jimmy took the lead
as we walked out of the baggage claim area and headed to the parking structure.
I was trying to pay attention to each of the kids—they were all talking at
once—and follow my brother at the same time.
Actually, Jimmy was easy to follow—all I had to do was keep his broad
encased in the too-tight t-shirt, in view. I noticed that he had two
thick rolls of flab on the back of his neck. Below his broad shoulders,
enormous wide lovehandles sat where his lats and obliques had been when I
saw him when he was 18. Below the lovehandles, the two huge buttcheeks
made up his massive wide behind shifted from side to side and wobbled
bounced as he waddled along. His t-shirt was so tight, it didn’t cover
lovehandles, and I couldn’t help but notice that he had some major
action going as his massive white painters pants sagged down over his
butt as he waddled toward his van.
My attention was drawn back to the kids. I attempted to respond to each of
their questions. At the same time, I noticed how each of them resembled their
dad. All had the same blond hair he and I did, and all three of them were fat.
Joyce, the oldest, was actually only chubby. Jennifer was fat, and Junior was
really fat, as wide as he was tall and a miniature version of his dad
We reached Jimmy’s van and got my bags placed and the kids settled. Each of the
kids wanted me to sit next to them, but Jimmy finally said, “Look kids,
Uncle Chuck is my kid brother, so he’s gonna sit in the front next to ME!”
We all laughed, and were soon on our way out of the airport.
Soon, we left the airport area and were headed toward Jimmy’s house. Of course,
I didn’t have a clue where we were. After about 10 minutes, little Junior’s
voice piped up from the back seat, “Remember, Daddy, you said that if we
were good we’d stop at McDonald’s.” The two girls chimed in, “Yeah,
Daddy!” Jimmy turned, gave me a big smile, and said, “Yeah, kids, I
did say that. Let’s have Uncle Chuck decide if you were good or not!”
Of course, I said, “Yeah, Jimmy, they’ve been great. I think we should
stop!” I was kind of hungry anyway—the airline didn’t serve anything but
peanuts on both legs of my flight and I only had time at O'Hare to grab a hot
dog as I changed planes. My brother gave me a big smile and said, “I was
hoping you’d say that. I’m kinda hungry myself!” as he patted his huge
belly, which was brushing up against the steering wheel. The kids all happily
called out to me, “Thanks, Uncle Chuck!”
We got to McDonald’s and Jimmy went to order while the kids and I went to get
seats. I sat in a booth, but Joyce said to me, “Uncle Chuck, we don’t sit
in booths here because my daddy can’t fit in them, so we have to find a
table.” So, we moved. Jimmy came to our table with five supersized
quarter pounder with cheese meals, and an extra quarter pounder with cheese for
We all dug in without saying much. I figured this was going to be dinner and it
had been a while since I had last eaten. My two nieces didn’t finish all their
fries and so Jimmy took their leftovers and gave Jennifer’s fries to me and ate
Joyce’s himself. The supersize meal had filled me up but I managed to force
down the leftover fries. As I was finishing, Jimmy said to Junior, “OK,
Junior, are you going to finish all that? If not, pass it over to me.”
Much to my surprise, my 7 year old nephew said, “No, Daddy, I’m going to
eat it all” with a big smile on his face. I was stuffed after the meal and
here was my nephew still shoving in the food. I noticed that Jimmy looked
proudly at Junior as his son finished the whole meal.
We all finished and headed out to the van. After we pulled back onto the
highway, Jimmy said to the kids, “Now kids, remember, when we get home and
have dinner, don’t forget that you’re all going to clean your plates, right?
Remember that your mom goes to a lot of trouble to cook great meals for us and
we don’t want to make her feel bad by not eating all that she fixes,
right?” “Yes, Daddy” chorused the three voices in the back
seats. I began to get an idea about the reason for the size of my brother,
nieces, and nephew. At the same time, I was relieved—Jimmy in person was the
same nice guy I remembered from when I was a little kid. He was so cool!
Soon, we arrived at my brother’s home in Paoli, a suburb of Philadelphia. As I
entered the house, my sister-in-law Emily came running to the front door and
smothered me in kisses. She said how happy she was to see me and to have me as
part of the family from now on. I could see why my mom had described Emily to
me as “a very nice person”; she sure was very sweet and welcoming to
me. As we stood in the entrance way and talked, I confess I checked Emily out.
She was about 5'9", blonde hair and blue eyes, real pretty, and—you
guessed it—very heavy. She was just big all over—huge breasts, which
stressed the fabric of the t-shirt she was wearing and wide hips and enormous
thighs which were encased in a pair of jeans which seemed to be painted on.
Emily then said, “Now, Jimmy, we’re going to have dinner in about an hour
and a half, so take Chuck and show him the house and give him a chance to
freshen up.” We were going to eat in 90 minutes? I was real full, but I
remembered what my brother had told the kids when we left McDonald’s, so of
course I didn’t say anything.
My new house was a large multi-level. There was a “granny apartment”
on the ground floor—a bedroom, bath, small living room, and a kitchenette.
This was where I was going to stay. Jimmy told me that he and Emily thought I
might want some privacy sometimes although I was welcome to spend as much time
with the family as I wanted. On the main level was a large living room, a
dining room, a large kitchen (delicious aromas of dinner cooking came from the
kitchen as we passed by), a family room, the master bedroom/bath, and then on
the upper level were four bedrooms, one for each of the kids and a guest
bedroom, and more bathrooms. Jimmy then showed me the property. There was a
large patio with a built-in barbeque next to a big swimming pool. Jimmy pointed
out how far the property went. The house sat on a couple acres of ground.
We heard Emily calling that dinner was ready and headed back to the house.
Jimmy said to me, “Chuck, I can’t tell you how glad I am to have you here.
It’s always been my dream to have you come and live with us. I feel like I have
11 years to make up to you. This is your home now. Over the weekend, we’ll talk
more about your plans for work or school or whatever. Right now, just make
yourself at home and get to know Emily and the kids.”
Dinner was a huge spread, like a Thanksgiving feast. Jimmy, Emily, and the kids
all had seconds and even thirds. I had to force myself to eat
“firsts”—the McDonald’s meal had filled me up, but I pushed myself.
As I cleaned my plate, Emily piled it high again. I must have grimaced or
something because Jimmy caught my eye and winked at me! I got the message. I
better clean my plate or else Emily’s feelings would be hurt! So, I forced
myself. Then, Emily brought out dessert–two pies. One was to be split between
Jimmy and me, the other was cut into quarters, one each for Emily and the kids.
I begged off, telling Emily I was jetlagged, and she said she’d save it for
later. Gosh, I was already so stuffed!
I offered to help with the cleaning up and that gave me a chance to talk more
with Emily. We talked about my mom and stuff like that. Then, I went into the
family room to watch TV with Jimmy and the kids and Emily soon joined us. It
didn’t take long for the snacking to start! Leftovers from dinner, bowls of ice
My two nieces got into a minor squabble because both said they wanted to
a sandwich. I was so stuffed, I was going to say no, but before I could
brother said, “Girls, why don’t you each fix Uncle Chuck a sandwich.
Joyce, you can make him peanut butter and jelly and Jennifer, you make
cheese and jelly. Junior, you can bring Uncle Chuck a nice big glass of
We’ll see which sandwich Uncle Chuck likes best.” Jimmy winked at me and
knew I’d better make room for the sandwiches and milk. I didn’t want to
the kids. The kids soon came with the food, and the girls waited for me
judgment. Of course I said that both were equally good! (They were, too.
never had cream cheese and jelly before—I guess cream cheese wasn’t on
list of healthy food. Cream cheese and jelly sandwiches immediately
of my favorites.) By the time I went to sleep that night, my stomach
was swollen like a tight round basketball. I had never eaten so much in
That first evening set the tone for eating at my new home. Emily always
prepared three huge, delicious meals every day. Breakfast was always hot cereal
with sugar and cream, plenty of buttered toast, pastries, eggs, some kind of
meat—bacon, sausage, ham, or what soon became my favorite–scrapple. (Scapple
is a Philadelphia area specialty—pork, cornmeal and spices cooked together
and made into a loaf, then cut into slices and fried in butter. Delicious!) On
Sunday mornings, pancakes were added, with Jimmy doing the cooking. Lunches
were always mouth-wateringly tasty, too. I soon discovered that the first dinner I had at the house wasn’t a
special welcoming feast, like I thought that evening—it was just a standard
The next day, Saturday, my first full day at my new home, my nieces and nephew
showed me where the snacks were kept—there was a whole kitchen closet filled
with family-sized packages of chips, pretzels, containers of nuts, cookies,
candy, and boxes of every snack cake you could think of, like twinkies, but
especially snack cakes, pies, and pastries made by Tastykake, another
Philadelphia area favorite. When I asked my niece Joyce if her mom or dad
limited the amounts of snacks the kids could eat, she looked at me surprised
and said, “Oh no, Uncle Chuck, just as long as we eat everything at
mealtimes and clean up the mess, we can snack on what we want.”
I soon got into the routine of snacking frequently just like everyone
the family did. In addition to the contents of the snack cabinet, there
always leftovers from dinner, freshly made pies and cakes, ice cream,
sandwiches to be made and enjoyed. And, there was always plenty of whole
white or chocolate, or orange juice in the refrigerator to wash down
was eating. (Emily didn’t like the kids to drink soda because it was bad
for their teeth). My nieces really got a kick out of making snacks for
me, too, just
like they did for their dad. I didn’t want to disappoint them, so I
everything they made for me, even if I wasn’t hungry. Just as my niece
neither Emily nor Jimmy minded how much I snacked since I ate heartily
meal. I couldn’t help it. Everything tasted so good, and it made me feel
part of the family when I ate like they did.
Later that afternoon, Jimmy and the kids were out at the pool, and Emily and I
were inside talking as she was making some more pies. She was just so friendly,
interested in me and my hopes, and happy to answer my questions about the
Philadelphia area, and especially, about the family.
After the pies were put in the oven, she took me out into the family room. One
whole wall was covered with pictures of the family. There were pictures of me
as I was growing up, which my mom had sent them, and pictures of my mom too.
There were plenty of pictures of Jimmy, Emily, and the kids, of course, and
Emily explained each one of them to me. The, she brought out the scrapbooks.
Emily had scrapbooks full of pictures, all nicely labeled, which really told
the story of the family over the years. I was so eager to catch up on lost time
that I found every picture real interesting.
As I turned the pages of the scrapbooks, one thing I noticed was the change in
Jimmy over the years. At the beginning, after he first came east and met Emily,
he was slim and trim, just like me. The
first picture showed Jimmy in a bathing suit. His six pack abs and toned pecs, just like
mine, were very obvious. He had one arm stretched around Emily’s big waist and
his hand rested on her plump lovehandle.
Emily was snuggled against Jimmy’s chest, her massive right breast pushing
against his left pec.. In her left hand, she was holding a fully loaded
foot-long hot dog against Jimmy’s open mouth. He had a big smile on his face!
Every picture from that beach party showed trim and muscular Jimmy eating: a
mound of potato salad which covered a whole plate, a huge slab of pie a la
mode, a triple hamburger layered with cheese and bacon.
When Emily showed me those pictures,
she started reminiscing. “The first time I met Jimmy, I fell for him right
away. He was such a nice guy, and so handsome too. And, Chuck, don’t tell Jimmy
I’m telling you this, but on our first date, he told me I was the most beautiful
girl he had ever met and he actually proposed to me. And I’m still surprised
that I actually said yes! Of course, I think he’s even better looking now than
he was when we got married…” She blushed, stopped suddenly, and resumed “…oh
Chuck, I’m sorry to go on and on, but I love Jimmy so much! Don’t mind me.”
The following pictures in the
album gave a complete record of Jimmy and Emily’s life together.
Emily and Jimmy got married (they were both 19 and he had been working
construction for a year), the pictures of the wedding showed that Emily
was already almost as heavy as she was now. You could see that Jimmy’s
face had rounded out during the year since they met and he had a small
and round rosy cheeks. His suit jacket
was unbuttoned (as if it were too small) and the front of Jimmy’s dress
strained to cover a pot belly which bulged over the waistband of his
pants. There were pictures of Jimmy and Emily dancing which showed that
had gotten real big and bulky and stuck out even more than his belly! I
was stunned to see how
much he had changed in that one year, but of course I didn’t say
anything to my
After the wedding pictures, I could see that
every picture of an anniversary, christening, birthday, or other family
over the years showed Jimmy getting steadily heavier. His face got
body got wider and wider, his belly got bigger and bigger and rounder
rounder and hung lower and lower, and you could see how from year to
year he was developing the enormous fat man boobs, truck tire size
lovehandles, and huge
thick thighs he had now.
Wow! I thought to myself that it was so cool to see how happy Jimmy was over
the years. In every picture, he had a huge smile on his face. You could just
see how much he loved his family and was enjoying life. After eleven years
spent with Beau and my mom, it was so nice to see what a loving family my
brother Jimmy had. I made up my mind to do all I could to fit in with my
The next day, Sunday, Jimmy took me to see his main base yard and office and we
brought little Junior with us. Keyser Contractors had been started 10 years
before by Jimmy, with some financial help from Emily’s family. Business was
booming. Jimmy specialized in building homes, commercial buildings, things like
that. At any one time, there were more than half a dozen jobs going on. Jimmy
and I talked about my plans. He offered to pay for me to go to college,
whatever. I told him that I did want to go to college, but I wasn’t really sure
what I wanted to major in, and I really had thought about taking a year off
from school to work, anyway.
Jimmy offered me a job as a laborer. He explained that I’d be just another
employee of Keyser Contractors, even if my name was Chuck Keyser! He said,
“Laborers do all the heavy work, but you’ll learn the business from the ground
up.” Jimmy laughed as he added, “Sometimes when I’m stuck behind my
desk in the main office, I wish I could go back to being just a laborer again!
But business is good so I put up with the desk stuff and get out to the
job sites as often as I can.” We agreed that I’d start as soon as possible.
I was to get the pay and benefits which any other new hire with a high school
diploma would get.
When I asked Jimmy how much room and board he wanted me to pay, he said,
“For the past eleven years, I’ve wanted you to live with us, Chuck. Emily and I
agreed that you should save your money for the future. Plus, I expect that once
you get settled you’re going to have a social life, and you’ll need money for
that too. And speaking of your life, that SUV in the garage at home is for you
to use. Tomorrow morning, we’ll go down so you can get your Pennsylvania
driver’s license, and we’ll get you some work clothes too.” I was so
overwhelmed at my brother’s kindness, I didn’t know what to say except,
“Thanks, Jimmy”. He gave me a big smile and I noticed that there were
tears in his eyes. He was so cool!
Before we said anything more, we were interrupted by Junior’s voice calling
from another corner of the baseyard. Jimmy and I walked over to find Junior
atop a pile of 2 by 4’s. He had climbed up to the top, but couldn’t get down! I
ran over and positioned myself to lift him off the pile. Jimmy called to me,
“Watch your back, he’s a big boy!” Jimmy was right, I hoisted Junior
up and off the pile, but gosh, he was even heavier than he looked. Once Junior
was on solid ground, Jimmy scolded him and Junior sheepishly went over to the
van while Jimmy and I went more slowly. Jimmy noticed me rubbing my back,
laughed and said, “See, Chuck, I told you he was heavy. I think Emily told
me he weighs 150.” I was surprised
but didn’t say anything. 7 years old and already 150 lbs! I didn’t weigh that
much until I was a sophomore in high school! (That was the only time I’ve ever
heard anybody mention the weight of anyone in the family.)
On the way back home from the Keyser Contractors baseyard, Jimmy said to me,
“How about getting some coffee?” Of course I agreed. That was how I
was introduced to that institution of the Delaware Valley—Wawa! Think of a
convenience store like 7-11 but with all the food, coffee, and drinks much
fresher, tastier, and better, including fresh made hoagies (sub sandwiches to
you non-Pennsylvania-South Jersey-Delaware people) and a huge selection of
snack foods. There must be a Wawa every quarter mile or so in the Philadelphia
area, very convenient for stopping for lunch, a snack, or whatever!
At the Wawa, Jimmy and I got coffee and Jimmy picked up half a dozen small
Tastykake fruit pies, three for him and three for me. As Jimmy was paying for
this, Junior came up carrying a family size bag of chips and a big container of
dip, and sheepishly said, “Daddy, I know I was wrong to climb on the pile
of wood. Can I have these anyway?” Jimmy smiled, said, “OK son, just
make sure you don’t do that again. It could be dangerous” and paid for
everything. As we headed to the van, we watched Junior open the bag of chips
even before we got into the van. Jimmy said softly to me, “He’s really a
good kid. I’m glad he’s learned his lesson. And besides, he likes his snacks so
much. I just can’t say no to him!” We got into the van and headed out on
to the street.
We drove around for a while so I could get oriented to the area. Jimmy
drove past the jobs Keyser Contractors was working on and talked about each
one, and then we headed for home and dinner. Damned if Junior hadn’t eaten all
the chips and dip before we got home, and of course, Jimmy and I finished our
coffee and pies, too.
My first job assignment was a new doctor’s office close to the King of Prussia
mall. I fit right in as a worker at Keyser Contractors. The job was actually
kind of interesting, seeing how the building took shape over time. We even put
in the landscaping. The crew I worked with was mostly young guys, some my age,
and I made some good friends. The workday started at 7:30 a.m. at the baseyard,
then we went to the job site, and we ended back at the baseyard at 4:30 p.m.
Our lunch break was an hour long and we usually headed to the nearest Wawa for
hoagies, some kind of dessert, and something to drink. I usually got a quart of
whole milk (it just tasted so good with those delicious hoagies) or hot coffee
with plenty of cream and sugar when the weather was cold. Sometimes, we’d hop
into one of the trucks and head off to buy other Philly-area specialties. Cheesesteaks,
any kind of Italian food, huge soft pretzels smeared with mustard—I loved
them all! We took breaks for 20 minutes mid-morning and mid-afternoon. Emily
always packed me a bag of cookies or some home made brownies or something like
that and a liter container of orange juice for the breaks.
I gradually got to know people and have a social life. Pizza and beer on the
weekends with some of the guys I worked with as we played cards or whatever. I
met some girls, too, and went out some, but didn’t really find anyone special.
I wasn’t ready to settle down anyway.
I quickly fit in as part of Jimmy and Emily’s close family. Lots of love and lots of good food, too, whatever I
wanted and whenever I wanted it. My appetite grew quickly along with my
capacity, and in a few weeks I was putting away thirds at every meal without a
second thought and I automatically headed for the snack cabinet or the
refrigerator if I hadn’t had anything to eat for a while. No matter how much I
ate the day before, I woke up starving every morning, mouth watering at the
thought of what Emily was going to cook that day.
Outside of my strenuous job as a construction laborer, my physical activity
slowed down. Weekdays, I came home from a hard day at the jobsite looking
forward to dinner and then a comfortable evening in front of the television
with the family. I mostly just sprawled on one couch in the family room while
Jimmy sprawled on the other watching TV. The only time I moved from the couch
was when I went to the kitchen to get a refill on the snacks. Even then, one of
the kids usually volunteered to bring me something tasty, so I guess I didn’t
move very much. On weekends, the most strenuous thing I did was toss around a
football with Junior and Jimmy (no running, just tossing the ball—if the ball
went wild, it was Junior’s job to hustle after it and return it to Jimmy or
I kept up my interest in sports, but I went from being an active participant in
California to being a spectator in Philadelphia. Jimmy was a fan of all the
Philadelphia pro teams, and I quickly became one too. Depending on the season,
Jimmy, Junior and I watched all the Eagles, Flyers, 76'ers, and Phillies games
that we could on cable, while Emily and the girls kept a steady stream of
delicious snacks coming to us from the kitchen. All the physical activity I had
been doing in California was forgotten as I happily adapted to the lifestyle of
Jimmy and his family. Besides, during the winter, it was just too cold outside
to do much.
I think I mentioned earlier that when I left California I had a surfer’s tan.
Up until the end of September, I managed to keep my tan, even though we only
went down the shore to Ocean City in
South Jersey a couple of weekends. (I hadn’t brought my surfboard from
California with me, and the water was somehow different from the Pacific Ocean,
so I didn’t do much swimming, much less surfing.)
Most of the guys I worked with took off their shirts in warm weather and of
course I did too. So, I kept my tan, from the waist up anyway, until
mid-September. To my embarrassment, the first couple days I started working I
got the nickname from my work mates of “Buff Boy” because of my
six-pack abs! After a couple of months, that nickname disappeared (looking back, that was around the
same time my six-pack disappeared too). Suddenly, though, in the middle of
September, it turned COLD! Well, not cold like it got later in the winter, but
to me, raised in southern California, temperatures in the low 60’s made me put away
all thoughts of working shirtless. Pretty soon, we were all wearing heavy
sweatshirts, heavy flannel shirts, and down vests when we worked outside.
Time went by pretty fast. Autumn came and went, we had some snow right before
Christmas, I enjoyed celebrating the holidays as a part of Jimmy and Emily’s
loving family, we had more snow and cold weather, and then finally it was early
April. There came the day in early April when I finally was able to take my
shirt off at work again and try to start a tan. This one day (in fact it was
the day of my 19th birthday the first week in April) the temperature suddenly
rose into the high 80’s and it was HOT!
So off came my shirt. I didn’t expect any reaction. All the other guys on the
crew, like me, were shirtless that day. During our morning break, I was sitting
eating my morning snack with my work mates when one of them suddenly said to
me, “Hey Chuck, look at you! You’re not ‘Buff Boy’ anymore. We’re gonna
have to call you 'Belly Boy’ now!”
I looked down at the white round fat pot belly which was ballooning over the
waistband of my low-slung jeans. On each side of it were bright red lines—stretch marks! I knew I had been putting on some
weight—since I bought my first work clothes the previous June, every couple
months I’d have to buy jeans, overalls, and even jockey shorts the next size
up. I had started with size 30, and at that point in early April, size 40
relaxed fit jeans were real tight on me. I must have blushed or something at
the “Belly Boy” crack because one of the other guys said, “Hey, don’t
worry about the belly, Chuck. Just look at the rest of us, man. Having a belly
goes with working construction!” We all laughed, and I went back to
finishing my bag of cookies. I confess, I didn’t give any more thought to my
weight. Life was going great, and who cared what size I had to buy?
Even though I spoke with my mom on the cell phone every week, I was surprised
when at the beginning of June she reminded me that I had promised to visit her
after spending a year in Pennsylvania. When I offered to send her the money so
that she could fly east to visit the whole family and see the kids, she
declined. She had to work overtime and couldn’t take a vacation since Beau’s
fitness training business wasn’t going so well and he had lost a lot of their
savings through bad investments. So, I reconciled myself to flying west for a
week to visit her.
When I told my plan to Jimmy and Emily and the kids that night at dinner, the
kids all said, “You’re coming back, aren’t you, Uncle Chuck?” I said
I definitely was. Jimmy and Emily looked relieved when I said that. I was due a
week’s vacation anyway, so I booked my round-trip flight for a week at the end
When it came time for the trip, Emily packed me some food to take on the plane,
a bakery box with eight pieces of cold fried chicken, a dozen buttered home made biscuits, and
a dozen 4” home made mini cherry pies. That provided me with lunch and some snacks for the trip.
The plane trip itself was OK, but it seemed to me that the seats had shrunk
since I last flew a year before.
My mom met me at LAX. Lots of hugs and tears. Then, we drove to my old home. I
asked her how my old friends were doing and she mentioned that she had run
across some of them at the mall and they were looking forward to seeing me. She
also mentioned that Beau wasn’t going to be there for most of the week—he was
in northern California with one of his rich clients. Frankly, I was happy I
wouldn’t have to see him for a while. Once back at my mom’s house—I thought
of Jimmy and Emily’s place in Pennsylvania as my real home now—I called some
of my old buddies, three guys named Frank, Bill, and Joe. We agreed to meet at
the mall the next day.
My mom went to work early the next day. When I got up, I put on one of my
“Keyser Contractors” t-shirts (I confess I wanted to show off to my
friends) and my newest pair of jeans shorts. I hadn’t worn them before. (None
of the shorts I had worn last summer fit me, and I had bought these just before
the trip. I was in a hurry at the store and just grabbed the next size up
without trying them on.) The new shorts were tight on me, but I got them
buttoned after a while and my thoughts quickly turned to breakfast.
All I could find for breakfast in the house was some skim milk, toast, and diet
jam, so I headed to Bob’s Big Boy for some real food. It wouldn’t be the huge
delicious home cooked breakfast I had come to look forward to over the past
year, but it definitely would be better than watery skim milk and that other
diet crap. (For the rest of my week in California, I ended up buying my own
food. I had brought plenty of spending money with me, and there’s all kinds of
fast food places in the L.A. area, so I didn’t go hungry. My mom was working
super long hours and she didn’t have time to cook for me anyway.)
After a satisfying breakfast at Bob’s Big Boy I headed to the mall and got to
where my buddies and I had agreed to meet, the food court. I was early so I grabbed a snack at
Cinnabon while waiting. Back home in Pennsylvania with the time difference, I’d
be having my lunch already at work and I was still kind of hungry. Suddenly I
heard my friends calling out, “Hey there he is”, all that kind
of stuff. The three of them. my closest buddies who I grew up with, all rushed
me and we exchanged hugs and wassup’s.
The next thing out of the mouths of all three of them was “What happened
to you, Chuckie?” “Yeah, what happened, dude?” “Man,
Chuckie, just look at you!” I didn’t know what they meant so I said,
“What are you guys talking about? It’s the same old me!”
“Oh no, it’s not the same old you! You got a pot belly now!” said
Frank. “And titties, too, dude!” said Joe as he grabbed a handful of
my left man boob and shook it. And then Bill, who was standing behind me, aid
“Hey guys, Chuckie’s wearing size 42 relaxed fit shorts. That’s what the
label says, and check the size of this muffin top and fat ass on him!” Frank added,
“Size 42?, and his pot belly’s hanging over his waistband too! Damn,
Chuckie, you’re a tub now!” They all laughed while I blushed. During the
past year, I guess I had put on some weight, but nobody ever said anything to me
except for that one time at work in April. Even my mom hadn’t said anything
when she met me yesterday.
But my next thought was, who gives a damn? My life was going good. I didn’t
even know what I weighed and didn’t care. At Jimmy and Emily’s the topic of
weight never came up. So, I just brushed off what my old buddies were saying.
finished my heavily-buttered cinnamon roll, and we got on with the business of
catching up with each other and planning on what we were going to do for the
next days while I was back visiting my mom.
One more thing my buddies gave me some static about—how I talked! I guess I
had picked up a Philadelphia accent over the previous year. (If you don’t know
what I mean, just ask somebody from the Philadelphia area to say
“boat” or “coke”.)
The five days I spent with my old buddies went by pretty fast. Going to
beach with them every day and hanging out with them was great, but they
continued to give me static about my size and about how much I ate! I
was just in the habit of eating more now and I needed to make food stops
often. Wherever we stopped,I always treated the guys to whatever they
wanted when I placed my order. On the day before I was to fly back to
Philly, when we stopped for a snack (at my request) on the way to
Malibu, Frank said, “Gee Chuckie, we’re gonna miss you when you leave,
but if you stayed any longer, we’d all get as fat as you, dude! Nah,
just kidding, man”.
The guys also kidded me about my surfing. I went out on my old board a
couple of times the first day, but I was just so out of practice. I was less
agile now and getting up on my board and catching the waves took a lot more
effort now than a year ago. So, I ended up relaxing on the beach watching Bill,
Frank, and Joe ride the waves while I checked out the girls, dozed, thought of
my family back in Pennsylvania, and snacked on whatever I could find.
There was this hot dog stand right across the road from our favorite beach, and
I found out the first day that they had great hot dogs and low prices. I had
been going to that beach since I was a kid, but this was the first time I ever
thought to get food there and for that week I became a steady customer, buying
three or four at a time while my friends were out on the waves. Man, those hot
dogs were great! You could get them boiled, steamed, or fried in butter (my
favorite) and you could ask for the buns to be toasted and buttered and have
cheese melted on top of the dog. Plus, they had great take-out Mexican food,
too. Hmmm, delicious!
Bill, Frank, and Joe kidded me about me about just relaxing on the beach and
snacking, calling me “Fat Chuckie”, but hey, my life had changed
over the past year and I deserved a week off just to kick back, relax, laze
around, and snack whenever I felt like it. It was my vacation, right?
The day before I was due to go back home to Philadelphia, my mom mentioned to
me that Beau was coming back the next morning. Oh great! I had been hoping to
avoid him, but I’d have to put up with him for a couple of hours before I
headed to the airport.
The next morning, I got up and packed. Knowing that I’d have to at least
hello to Beau, I put on my jeans shorts and one of my “Keyser
Contractors” t-shirts. (Just wanted to show off to him, I know.) When I
heard Beau arrive, I was watching TV and eating a bag of Chips Ahoy
cookies (almost as delicious as Emily’s home made cookies!) and drinking
quart of chocolate milk I had bought for myself. I didn’t say anything
mom and Beau came into the living room and my mom said, “Aren’t you
to say hello to Beau, Chuckie?”
I stood up and said hello. The first words out of Beau’s mouth were,
“Well, well, didn’t I tell you last year to watch it, kid? Just like I
thought, you’ve turned into a baby blimp. A few more years and you’ll be as
huge as that big blimp brother of yours.” I was all set to tell him where
to shove it when I caught my mom’s eye. She was silently shaking her head
“No” and I realized, she’s going to have to live with this creep
while I’m out of here for good in an hour. So I just said, “Yeah, Beau, I
guess I have filled out a little” and gave him a big smile.
He replied, “How much do you weigh, kid?” I told him I didn’t know,
which was true. I hadn’t weighed myself for the past year, since I left
California last June. Why should I? Who cared how much I weighed? Beau replied
seriously, “Well, kid, let’s get you on to the scale like we used to and
see what it says. Then, I can give you a diet and fitness plan so you can drop
the weight before any more damage is done.” I realized the guy was being
serious and not sarcastic, and I decided to play along with him, just to keep
the peace for an hour. I went inside the bedroom, took off my t-shirt and
shorts, and came out wearing my jockeys.
I met Beau in the room he had set up as a home gym, where he had the doctor’s
scale (I remembered it was Jimmy’s bedroom many years ago when I was a little
kid and before Jimmy went east). I could hear my mom bustling around in the
As I walked into the home gym room, Beau’s eyes opened wide. “My
God, baby blimp, the damage is worse than I thought. Look at that flab jiggle
as you walk. I can see you have muscles in your arms and chest and
quads…” (thanks, buddy, I thought, I’ve been working hard in
construction for a year—what did you expect?) “…but you’re just
covered with ugly fat. Kid, you used to have great pecs, and now look—they’ve
inflated up with fat into two big round tits. Looks like you need a DD cup. And
check out those lovehandles, too. Plus, it looks like your bellybutton is
drowning in the flab on your fat pot belly. And look at the way your fat ass
balloons out! And those stretchmarks! They look like a map of the Interstate Highway system! Jeezus, aren’t you embarrassed?”
Hell, no!, I thought, but again I didn’t say anything. I put on a serious
expression and said “Well….”
Beau actually thought I was serious. He was falling for my bullshit routine! I
got on the scale ad Beau fiddled around and the scale balanced out at 274! Beau
turned red and his eyes bulged and I thought he was going to have a stroke or
something. He went to his desk and checked a notebook. What was he doing? Then
he said, “According to my log, last time I weighed you a year ago, you were
My response was to try to look shocked. Actually, I was kind of impressed—104 lbs gained in a year. Pretty impressive!
Beau then continued, “We gotta do something about
this RIGHT NOW! I can’t let anybody see you looking like this. What are people
going to think of me as a fitness trainer if they see that you’re a baby blimp
fat boy! Right?”
“Right, Beau,” I said, realizing that it wasn’t about me at all, it
was about Beau’s image. That’s all he cared about. So, I continued to play
along with him.
Beau just kept on talking. “Great, kid! Someday soon, I just know I’m
going to have my own nationally syndicated exercise show. I’ll feature
you on the show as one of my success stories. If
only I could persuade your big blimp brother to get with the program,
not gonna be good for my image if some supermarket tabloid digs up the
my step-son in Pennsylvania is a big overfed fat slob with a big overfed
family. Maybe I can get to him through you….”
I was getting angry at this point. Who the hell was he to put down my
and his family like that? They were great, loving people. Beau and his
big talk! What a shithead! But I thought of my mom and looked at my
minutes more before I headed to LAX and then I’ll never see this bastard
ever. “Right, Beau. I’ll do all I can….” I purposely didn’t say
what it was I was going to do.
“Great, kid. Just keep one thing in mind when you’re following the plan
I’m going to make for you. Who do you want to look like? Me…?” and his
flexed his biceps and made his pecs jump at this point, “…or that
overfed blimp fat ass brother of yours?”
My reply? “You can count on me to make
the right choice, Beau.”
“OK, kid, I’ll work on the plan while you and your mom go to the
airport, and when I’m finished, she’ll mail it to you. Don’t worry, I’ll get
this blubber off you real quick and then I’ll put you on a maintenance
plan.” Boy, what a prick! Everything was centered on him and his image. No
wonder I could sense that Jimmy didn’t like him back when I was a little kid.
Beau was busy writing as I headed out the door. I quickly changed back into my
clothes, picked up my bag, and went to the living room. My mom looked at me and
said, “Everything OK between you and Beau?” “Sure, Mom,” I
replied with a smile on my face, “when you come back from taking me to
LAX, Beau will tell you all about it.” She smiled and looked relieved. I
felt sorry for her.
I went back into the home gym room
and said to Beau, “I’ll be on the lookout for your plan, Beau!” Yeah,
right! When I received it, it was gonna go straight into the trash.
My mom dropped me off at LAX and I went through security screening. Gosh, I was
hungry. I headed to McDonald’s on the main concourse and bought a supersize
quarter pounder with cheese meal, three fish sandwiches with extra tartar
sauce, and a strawberry shake. After I finished, I noticed that they were
selling quarter pounder meal box lunches meant for people to eat on the plane.
I bought three of them and a liter bottle of orange juice to hold me until I
arrived home in Paoli and I could get a real meal.
I arrived in Philly and Jimmy and the kids were there to meet me. After we
hugged, I asked, “How’s Emily?” “Mom is home cooking a special
welcome home dinner for you, but she said it’s a surprise!”, Junior said
seriously. Jimmy and I laughed while Joyce and Jennifer gave Junior dirty
It was good to be home!
We soon arrived back at the house. Emily met us at the door and I gave her a
big hug and kiss. It was so good to see her! I put my bag in my room downstairs
and headed to the kitchen, where Jimmy and Emily and the kids were talking.
Emily smiled and said to me, “I understand you know, Chuck, that I’m
making a special surprise welcome home meal for you…” My mouth started
to water and my stomach rumbled with anticipation as Emily looked at Junior at this
point (he had a sheepish look on his face) and continued, “…so why don’t
you men go outside while the girls and I finish preparing dinner. It should be
ready in a couple of hours.”
As we headed outside, little Junior leading the way with some cookies in his
hand, Jimmy said, “Hey, it sure is warm today! Let’s get more comfortable
here” and took off his t-shirt. Junior and I followed suit immediately. It
was a lot more comfortable to be shirtless in the late June heat and humidity.
Jimmy was wearing a pair of jeans shorts like the ones I had on. As we headed
to the wooden lounge chairs by the pool (Jimmy had an extra wide one, specially
made for him), I caught a glimpse of the label on Jimmy’s shorts. Size 62! As
he waddled along, Jimmy’s enormous man boobs bounced and jiggled and his huge
wobbling belly and lovehandles erupted over the waist of the shorts. The shorts
were stretched to the max and straining to cover Jimmy’s massive wide behind,
but they couldn’t do it. The tops of his fat buttcheeks ballooned over the top
of the shorts, showing three or four inches of his deep buttcrack.
Jimmy and I sat down. Jimmy said to Junior, “Son, go into the house and
bring us all some cold orange juice and some snacks. It’s going to be a while
until we eat dinner.” We sat and talked about my trip, about mom, and how
things were going at work. Neither one of us mentioned Beau at all. As we
talked, I thought how cool my big brother was—just a great guy!
We stopped talking for a minute and Jimmy closed his eyes. I guessed he was
dozing. From what he had told me, the last week had been real busy at work and
he was probably tired.
As we sat there, I looked over at Jimmy. For the first time, I wondered how
much he weighed. Of course, I’d never ask him, but I thought, gee, if I’m 274
and size 42 is tight on me, Jimmy has to weigh at least 425-430 to be
stretching his size 62’s. His wide lovehandles, huge butt and enormous thighs
completely filled the seat of the extra-big chair and hung over the sides. His
overinflated man boobs, two huge bulging balloons thatched with blond hair through
which two big stretched pink nipples peeked, contentedly sat on top of his
magnificent big fat belly. His huge round belly rested on his lap, almost
reaching to his knees, and hung down between his hefty thighs. His enormous
meaty shoulders and arms completed the picture—he not only was a cool guy, he
looked so cool, too!
After glancing over at Jimmy, I looked down at myself as I relaxed in the
wooden large chair. Of course, I was nowhere as big as Jimmy, but I was pleased
to see how my big pot belly ballooned over the top of my shorts, even though I
had opened the top button to make myself a little more comfortable. I grabbed a
handful of my bellyfat and jiggled it, making my man boobs and lovehandles
jiggle and bounce. It was great to see how my big round fat man boobs sat on top of
my belly, a smaller version of my brother’s awesome chest. I also looked down
at my plump thighs, smaller versions of Jimmy’s impressive tree-trunk upper
legs. On each side, left and right, my hefty hips completely filled the seat of
the lounge chair. I was really getting a spread on me! Cool!
Earlier that day, Beau had asked me to choose who I wanted to look like, Jimmy
or him. I knew then what my choice was, of course, but that moment by the pool
confirmed to me that I was going to do all I could to be as much like my cool
big brother as possible!
Junior came out and called, “Here’s the snacks!” Jimmy’s eyes opened
and he smiled at Junior and me. I took the family-size bag of chips and
extra-large container of creamy dip from Junior, balanced the container of dip
on top of my pot belly between my big man boobs, opened the bag and the
container, and dug in. Jimmy took a big bag of chips, too, and sent Junior back
into the house for the orange juice.
Jimmy looked at me and smiled and I smiled back. “Jimmy…” I looked
directly at him, “…it’s good to be back home with the family.”
Jimmy replied, “Chuck, we’re all happy you’re back. I missed you—we all
missed you! The week you were away reminded me that you’re the best brother I
could wish for.”
“Same here, Jimmy, you’re the coolest big brother anyone could have!”
I really meant it and he knew it.
Jimmy opened his bag of chips and dug in as I shoved chips with big gobs of dip
into my mouth. Damn, I was hungry!
As we both ate, I closed my eyes for a minute and thought to myself. Here I
was, just a happy member of the best family going! Life was great and was
going to get better.
This was the first story I wrote and a great deal of it was actually based on an experience I had.. hope u enjoy!!!
Richard was and Indian
tropical delight just about to turn 18 and attended an all boys school out in
the capital of the country Port of Spain. He had long black shoulder length
hair a slim toned body not too muscular but had just begun to show signs of
maturation. He had strong arms and the softest skin that you’d ever feel on any
one. He also had the cutest trail of hair leading from his navel straight into
his boxers that hung over his pants which would always show when they played
rugby. Richard had transferred to the school about one year now and he had
settled in quite nicely. He was more or less quite, very educated and someone
with whom you could have an educated conversation with or just hang out and
talk crap. Richard had always had suspicions about himself being gay but never
succumbed to it. That’s until now.
“Hey Richard wana com over and help me study
today.”Jamil blurted out to him one day in class while they were packing their
bags to go home. “No don’t go he’ll try to rape you. Jared jokingly added his
piece. “Shut up moron!” laughing “It would really mean a lot to me” Jamil replied.
Richard thought about it and gave him a yes as long as he promises to drop him
home after. So Richard got into Jamil’s car and they drove off to his house not
to far from the school. Jamil was a mixed boy from Port of Spain. He was a bit
more built than Richard, he had strong muscular arms and a perfect six pac, a
cross between Spanish and Indian, brown curly hair that would fall over his
face in the way a male model would look seductive and he also played foot ball
for the school. He was a down to earth person and he and Richard had a
connection from the day they met. They grew to become great friends.
After a short drive they pulled up the drive way
and parked the car in the garage. “Com on get out” he exclaimed and Richard
scrambled his bag and hopped out. They entered the house through the side and
upon entering the house he announced that he was home from school. “Mom I’m
home” he shouted as he flung the keys to the glass table. “No ones home dear” the maid declared on popping out of the kitchen. They both then headed up to
Jamil’s room. Upon entering the room it was a mess their was clothes every
where. Richard thought to him self typical boy. “wow and I thought my room was
bad” Richard said “hey give me a break I’m a busy person ok so stop being ah
bitch and help me clean up.” Jamil replied. They both grabbed every thing from
the floor and packed it up in to baskets. At the end of all of that Richard
carried himself to the bed and sat down on the edge and tossed his head back on
to the bed head. Jamil walked over to the windows and flung the large patio
style windows open that overlooked a panoramic view of the sea.
“It’s hot in here isn’t it” Richard didn’t reply
but instead stated that he (Jamil) was lucky to be living in such a location.
Yea yea I know he scinically replied as he begun to undress. He first took off
his shirt in a slow taunting manner in front of Richard as Richard jokingly
responded by saying yea baby take it all off. Coming from an all boy’s school
they always made fun of being gay and their sexuality on the whole. After
having fun with Richard he threw his shirt aside to reveal his wash board abs
that glistened in the light as tiny beads of sweat formed on his body. He was
practically hair less except for his arm pits and his region under his navel.
His smooth coco brown skin smelled sweet of
cologne. And clad only in his school pants he walked over to the bed and
plunged himself beside Richard. The mood was calm and quiet as the cool sea
breeze rushed into the room. “so what are we studying” Richard said breaking
the silence Jamil responded by saying “nothing today was tough enough” as he
slowly slumped his head closer to Richard in an attempt to get more
comfortable. “Take off your shoes put your feet up” Jamil ordered and Richard
did as was told. Both sat in silence for a while when Jamil reached over and
grabbed Richard’s hand. Richard was expected to pull away but he didn’t. “Why
is your hand so soft? I bet you’ve never done a single bit of hard work in your
life” Jamil commented. Richard replied “yes I.. “interrupted by Jamil “um
jerking your dick does not count as hard work” “you freakin idiot” Richard
retaliated as he slugged Jamil in his side. “Hey I’m only human and its called
ribs” “sorry it’s probably the ring.” Richard apologized.
Jamil grabbed back his hand “let’s see, isn’t
this your last school’s ring. What’s the writing say?” “I don’t know glory to
god or something like that” Richard responded. “No jerk face, it’s Latin and
it means in god so shall it be” Jamil showing off. “Take it off let me see it”.
Richard slid it off and handed it to him. He tried fitting it into his fingers
but the only finger it would fit in was the ring finger. “Well well look at
that” he looked at Richard and simply replied “in god so shall it be”. Richard
stared at him perplexed and Jamil paused a while before he leaned in forward
and gently brush his lips against Richard’s in a slow unsure manner. Jamil’s
warm honey brown eyes now held Richard’s deep brown eyes in a trance like gaze.
Both looked at each other with lust in their eyes, they inched closer and
closer until their foreheads clasped together and they could both feel the
others warm breath rush over their face and onto each others chest. As their
breathing rate increases and their hearts begin to beat faster and faster their
bodies begin to tremble with raw bursting passion. Richard moves his gentle
hands over Jamil’s chest and hard nipples and not a word being spoken was
broken by Jamil whispering “shh kiss me”. Richard pounced back and surprised to
himself exclaimed “wow what just happened here. What the hell got into us”?
Jamil held him back at the arms as he rolled to
the edge ready to get off. Jamil “I don’t know it just happened I didn’t plan
this it just felt right”. Richard “yea, but your freakin chick is going to kill
me and the other guys .. Wow”. Jamil in reply “yea, but are you going to live
your life the way other people want you to live it or are you going to live it
the way you want. I know you loved it. Now, I don’t know where this started but
I think I’ve been having these feelings for a while now. And I think I’ve found
something special and I need someone special to share it with. So let me, let
me share this experience with you, let me share my body, my life, my soul with
you. And with that Jamil let lose of his grip on Richard and gently took hold
of Richard’s hips. He positioned himself behind Richard as Richard sat at the
edge of the bed. With his legs on either side of Richard he whispered “ok, well
tell me then that it didn’t feel good. Tell me you didn’t like the way I looked
at you or the way our lips brushed against each other or the way my heart felt
beating out of control with fear and passion when you touched my chest. If you
tell me you didn’t like any of these things well then we’ll pretend this never
happened”. Richard responding “no I can’t I loved it. But come on you can’t
expect me to be ok with it it’s ‘its wrong”. Jamil laughing, lightly embraced
Richard as he gently began nibbling on Richard’s ear and said “wrong! wrong who
made it wrong. If two people feel this way about each other and are willing to
experience each other then what makes it wrong. Tell me if something is so
wrong then why does it feel so right so good, so unexplainable.
Jamil took his hands and led him back onto the
bed until they were kneeling facing each other. Jamil pulled Richard closer and
spread his legs to either side of Richard’s, their crotches almost touching.
Jamil “wana try again” he replied with a boyish mischievous grin on his face.
He moved into kiss Richard. He started on the neck with soft short sweet
touches of the lips then worked his way up his ears then to his mouth. By this
time Richard was overwhelmed and could not have moved from his position of him
propping on arms bent slightly. Richard moaned, and started to talk dirty as
Jamil had his way with him. Jamil slowly began to unbutton Richard’s shirt and
not before long Richard’s shirt was off. Richard became increasingly sexual and
started to thrust his pelvic area up and down. Jamil noticing Richard’s
increasing anxiousness placed his palm over Richard’s now hard erect cock and
started rubbing. Richard then placed his hand over Jamil’s and guided it
slowly. Jamil looked down on Richard’s face only to notice his eyes close and
his mouth open, his head tossed back and panting for air. Jamil moved his hand
and pressed down firmly on him and synchronized his motion with Richard’s. They
could feel each others hard pulsating cock through each others school pants and
Richard’s hand moved up to Jamil’s butt forcing it down even more firm on him.
“Ahh ahhhhh(moaning) take me now” Richard demanded. But
Jamil was not about done as yet he had his plans on prolonging his game. “Not
just yet, lie back and enjoy” Jamil taunted him. Jamil laid him back and sat
over his chest. He then took Richard’s school shirt and blind folded him. “Ya
like that don’t you? he chanted as he rubbed his crotch all over Richard’s
chest. He then took Richard’s hands and guided down his own chest to his
crotch.”Take it out it’s yours” he whispered as he let go of Richard”s hands.
Richard slowly unbuttoned the first button then zipped down his fly, and then
he reached up and pulled down his sweaty boxers. His cock stood out in mid air
his foreskin rolled back and the warm ocean breeze caressing it. It pulsated
vigorously as blood rushed to it making his head red. His hand ran through his
hair in ecstasy as Richard took firm grip of his cock. “Oh yes!” He moaned as
he placed his hands behind his head. Richard jerked it slowly savouring the
feeling of having a warm hard dick in his hand. “K stop” he stopped Richard and
guided his hand behind his head. Jamil ran the tip of his cock straight up
Richard’s chest and said to him “you ever suck cock”. Smiling Richard replied “what
do you think”. Gently Jamil eased his cock unto Richard’s lips. Richard
responded by licking his lips. Jamil eased it in to his mouth and fucked his
mouth. Jamil’s foreskin slid back and forth inside Richard’s warm mouth.
Richard sucked and wrapped his tong around Jamil’s sweet, salty cock and
explored every inch it.
“K your turn!” Jamil. As he removed the blind
fold from over Richard’s eyes. Richard’s jaw dropped when he saw the actual
size of Jamil’s cock, it was at least 9 niches. “So you liking it so far? “Jamil calmly inquired. “Yea”(smiling) Richard replied in a tone of relief. Jamil slid
down his chest and undid Richard’s pants he opened the front and got off on
smelling Richard’s boxer shorts. He caressed his face on his crotch while Richard
propping on his elbows watched. He pulled off the boxers and Richard’s prick
sprang out slapping him on the face. Jamil took full grip of it and sucked.
Richard’s cock was long and had a really big head. Jamil paused to take off the
rest of our clothes and then returned to what he started. He kissed it and
massaged it with his tong; he lifted the shaft and sucked the sack. Then he
raised one leg and began to lick Richard’s already moist asshole. Richard
lifted his both legs and gave way to Jamil. Jamil using one finger at first
slid it halfway up Richard’s ass. Richard moaned out in pain “ah fuck”. “Shh
the maid might hear us. Just try to relax” he whispered as he stroked Richard’s
cock in an effort to ease the pain. Jamil now using two fingers slid it all the
way up and used his penetrating tong to ease the pain; he worked on Richard’s
ass hole until it was ready. Jamil got up and laid down flat on him “you ready
for me”. “Yea I wanta feel you in me”. Jamil got up and rubbed in all the pre
cum that had already start oozing from his cock. He gently pulled Richard to
the edge and spread his legs far apart; he then positioned himself, one foot on
the ground and the other on the bed.
“Umm do you know you have the most perfect sweet
little ass that I’ve ever seen” Jamil slowly calmly said with a sweet smile on
his face. Richard began laughing “just fuck me” he replied. Jamil slowly
brushed his head against Richard’s hole. That triggered some sort of orgasmic
experience in Richard as his body started to quiver. Jamil started to penetrate
his tight virgin ass slowly. Richard groped the wet sheets and moaned on each
thrust. The noticeable expression of pain on Richard’s face turned him on more
and he began fucking harder. “Ah, ah, ah” Richard panted. “You ok?” Jamil. “Yea, just.. ahhhh.. fuck me”. Jamil getting the ok gave it his all; he pounded his thick cock
up inside of him. He forced it into him violently. Then Richard felt Jamil’s
cock swell and become even more hard then he looked up at Jamil, his eyes were
closed licking his lips and then he felt a powerful shot of cum flow inside of
him. It was Warm and slimy. Jamil pulled out and collapse on top of Richard
both drenched in sweat and wet and smelled of sex.
After some minutes of catching his breath, he
got up again and ran his hand down Richard’s chest to his semi hard cock lying
in a pool of pre cum on his stomach. Jamil jerked it until it was stiff again. “Still
hadn’t had enough?” Richard exhaustedly inquired. Jamil in reply “I could never
have enough of you” as he reached down and began sucking cock again. He sucked
this time slobbering all over Richard’s cock then he reached into Richard’s
asshole and collected some of his cum oozing out. He rubbed that together with
his spit and Richard’s pre cum all over Richard’s dick. He then sat over
Richard and forced Richard’s massive head and shaft all the way up his ass.
Jamil “ahhh, fuck, yesss, ahh” he yelled as he adjusted to having cock up his
ass. His eyes shut open and his jaw dropped as he rode Richard’s cock like a
mechanical bull. Richard pulled him down on to his body and engulfed him in his
arms. His finger nails scratched across Jamil’s back as Jamil whispered in his
ear “I love you, I fucking love you ah!. Fuck me deep open that ass ahhh, saahhh make
me yours, fuck. Ahhh fuck my cunt, I love you” This made Richard raging hot and
sat up with Jamil on his cock. He lifted and dropped Jamil on his dick making
sure that every inch of his cock penetrated Jamil’s tight asshole “I…l..l fuck love your cunt, ahhh you like that. Take my cock ohhhh, yes you feel it ahhh I
fuckin love you to. The dirty talk continued. They gazed at each other and
began passionately kissing and Richard shoot a massive spray of sperm into
Jamil that made him scream out in ecstasy “ahh fuck yea I love you!” They both
fell back on the bed Richard still inside Jamil, as cum flowed out of Jamil’s
ass and ran down their legs. Both lay in loving embrace as they kiss one
another to sleep.