Seasonal Oversight (Part 1)
I looked up from my laptop as Jonathan came into the room dressed in nothing but a towel. My roommate had clearly just come back from the shower, and probably another soccer game I hadn’t attended. I hadn’t gone to any of his games since September, and I doubt he noticed. He never cared when I went earlier in the season, and I learned the hard way through high school not to chase straight boys. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help looking up at his strong, hairy body. It appeared slightly soft today though. Jonathan must’ve gained a little weight. His abs weren’t really there anymore, instead replaced with a thin layer of pudge. He definitely still had a killer body though, complete with a V-shape, flat stomach, and strong pecs. I didn’t realize I’d been staring, until his voice awakened me from my thirst:
“Thomas, why didn’t you come? We beat Michigan State.”
“I was just busy. You know chemistry major,” I lied. Honestly I already did all of my homework, and was just browsing Netflix and my personal tumblr- a tumblr blog filled with my secret fetish of chubby guys in various stages of undress.
“Yeah…ok” he said with a disbelieving look on his face. I thought for a second that it was mixed with pain, but immediately rid that thought from my mind. Straight guys don’t care if I go to their soccer games.
“I’ll be off to a party, you know the win and everything,” he said after awhile. Great, he’ll probably just bang some hot chick tonight, and I’ll be all alone here.
“Again? Didn’t you go to one last night?”
“Yeah, but that was because it was Halloween,” he answered defensively, before changing into a t-shirt and jeans and walked out. I noticed the jeans accentuated his round ass as he was leaving.
I was in the mood for pizza, so I called Dominos and walked off campus to get the pizza. It was a Thursday, so they had their mid-week carry out special. It was refreshing to walk across campus the half mile or so, but quite embarrassing carrying a large pizza all the way back. Absentmindedly, I opened the box and ate a piece every now and then while looking through hot belly vids. Before I knew it, it was 11 pm and all 8 slices were gone in my slightly bloated stomach. I wasn’t intentionally gaining, but seeing my belly look as it did, was getting me hard. I took off my shirt, and fell asleep in content, introverted bliss.
I woke up in the cold tile floor of some unknown bathroom. Searching around, I saw a few other people in here, asleep, one still crouched over the toilet bowl. I got off from the ground and decided to leave. Coming back to the dorm, I paused. I don’t know if I could deal with being around Thomas like this. This state of post-drunk hangover was embarrassing. As I opened the door, I saw Thomas laying on his bunk asleep with a textbook in front of him. I breathed a sigh of relief, until I saw his eyes open and his sense of realization that I came back. I could almost see a sliver of his stomach underneath the red sweater he was wearing, and it got me excited. I didn’t know why. I also saw an empty large pizza box on the floor and thought it unusual that Thomas hadn’t thrown the evidence away. I kinda wanted pizza too now.
The clock displayed 1:18, so it was still a reasonable time for lunch. Mindlessly, I strolled into the cafeteria and got myself 2 slices of pizza. I devoured them in 2 minutes flat, only momentarily satisfying the hunger. I swiped my card again and got 2 more. Before I was even aware, those pieces had disappeared as well. I was feeling quite warm, so I took off my sweatshirt, leaving me in just a t-shirt. Surprisingly it felt a bit tight. Nevertheless, I got up again for more pizza. I think this time the lady serving lunch recognized me and was a bit confused. I still ate, feeling only slightly full afterwards. I craved a sense of complete and utter gluttony though. So I went up once more. This time, after the 8th piece, my stomach could rest. However, it was only after the lunch lady said “Hungry much?” that I was truly aware that I had eaten a whole pizza. I still went up to the dessert bar and picked out a smorgasbord of sweet treats. Just for good measure, as I was already stuffed to the brim.
I walked over directly to my 2:00 class, psychology, immediately feeling like a stone. Following that, I made it to the field for more soccer practice. I still felt a bit in disarray after last night, but hoped that I’d perform just as usual. But my jog was slow, my dribbling was off, and my shots were way off goal. I felt heavy. And unfortunately it didn’t go unnoticed.
“What’s wrong with you, Jonathan? You didn’t get a scholarship to play like you’re a fat retired Irishman”
“Sorry, long night” I retorted, hoping coach would understand. It didn’t go over well. I ended up having to do 2 extra laps around the field, breathing heavily with each step.
I arrived at the dorm again, completely exhausted. I found Thomas dancing around in the room to some Avril Lavigne song. Forthwith, he stopped, suddenly feeling ashamed.
“What’s up man?” I asked to this clearly gay cutie
“Haha, not much” he said nervously. I hated how he seemed so scared around me.
“You know, it’s ok if you want to dance around in here” I said trying to make him feel better. He simply looked up at me again with a look unsure whether to trust me. I decided to take the initiative and turn the music back on. I lip-synced to the words ‘Hey hey, you you, I don’t like your girlfriend’ which he found very amusing. He jumped right back to join in, as I opened the mini fridge, and got out the 6 pack of beers I’d gotten with a fake ID. I handed one to him, as I opened another for myself.
“I don’t drink”
“Oh ok, I guess I’ll get drunk by myself” I replied
He quickly changed his mind- to impress me- and downed the bottle faster than me. I handed him another one, as I took one as well and danced with him wildly to all of his diva playlist. As Since U Been Gone was playing, he pulled me close and whispered in my ear, while touching my No-Shave-November stubble.
“I like this. I like you. I actually like guys. But especially you”
Was he coming out to me? No offense, but it was clear as day that he liked dudes. My cheeks were turning red, partly due to the alcohol, and partly to this newfound appreciation.
“I like you too man” He gave me his all-to-famous disbelieving look, so to prove it, I kissed him straight on the lips. Despite the fact that we were both drunk, that kiss was better than any I’d ever had with a girl. Feeling a little uncharacteristically bold, Thomas pulled up my shirt.
“Jonathan you’re getting a little chubby” he said pinching my flab
“Don’t tell anyone, but I like it. I like fat guys” at this he giggled at his own comment.
I pulled over his shirt, and replied with a “Well what is this then?”
Astonished, he peered at his own belly, bare except for his blond happy trail.
“I guess I’m getting a little chubby too.”
We both just laughed and hopped into our respectable beds. He snored soon on, drunk on just 2 beers. Somehow with 4 in my system, I wasn’t acting that imbalanced. Maybe just a little full, I supposed.