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Brothers or Boyfriends: Chapter 14
🕑 Added 2024-12-22 16:00:04 +0000 UTCChristmas day
“Did you see him struggle to get off the couch earlier? He’s absolutely massive, we have to say something. I can’t sit through another dinner watching him consume enough food for three men! It’s absurd.”
“Honey, he is an adult. Even if we say something, it’s out of our control at this point. And let’s be honest, we’re hosting Jude as well and he’s far from slim himself.”
Kenneth’s prick stirred upon hearing this admission. He was headed to the kitchen when he heard his parents arguing in the master bedroom over his weight. The discord was not ideal, but being compared to Jude definitely turned him on. He was already drenched in arousal just from sharing the same roof with the object of his desire. A whole week of close quarters with Jude was ahead and Kenneth could hardly contain himself.
“I don’t know what to say. Aren’t you concerned? He’s noticeably bigger since Thanksgiving, and that was barely a month ago! At this rate, I’m worried about his mobility in five years.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.”
Kenneth had enough eaves dropping and continued his slow plod to the kitchen. Much to his delight, he found Jude there, alone, and eating. The overweight podcaster turned to face him with egg nog in his moustache and a pendulous crescent of T-shirt clad belly fat hanging loose beneath his knit sweater. There was no holding back Kenneth’s erection now.
“Hey bub,” Jude grinned foolishly. “Glad we get a week together again. Eggnog?” Jude held out the jar.
Kenneth stepped forward and grabbed the jug from his hand and took a hearty swig, wiping the excess from his mouth. He glugged twice more then handed it back to Jude with a determined look, as though it were a challenge.
“You’ve really ballooned,” Jude said bluntly, “if you don’t mind my saying. I mean the last time I saw you-”
“Yeah, I’ve put on a lot of weight recently. Mostly fat.”
“You’re bigger than me now, that’s for sure. What’s the scale saying these days?”
“I’m over three hundred now. Gained twenty pounds just since Thanksgiving.”
Jude’s eyes widened. “I’m… impressed. Shocked, really. You still lifting?”
“Sometimes, but not really. It’s kinda difficult over the holidays but I’ll get back into it soon.”
“Well,” Jude slowly looked Kenneth up and down, “you look fantastic. I’m a fan.”
Just then Kenneth’s sister entered the room and disrupted their moment. She needed Jude’s help with her new iPad, leaving Kenneth in the kitchen alone. Kenneth shoved a cookie in his mouth while stuffing a gallon zip lock with sweets to take back to his room. He needed sustenance while avoiding his family and jerking off to fantasies of fat naked Jude. He scurried back upstairs concealing his bag of treats as best as possible, and promptly passed out atop his bed.
Kenneth awoke to a hand shoving his shoulder. He opened his eyes to see Jude staring down at him with a soft smile. He leaned forward and patted the side of Kenneth’s belly fat.
“Time for dinner, big guy.”
Kenneth was the last to join the dinner table and sat directly across from Jude. Kenneth wore an old knit sweater that his belly also hung out of by a good three inches. It was a playful gesture directed at both Jude and his parents. He was ready to eat and as soon as they finished saying grace he dug in. He ignored the concerned looks from his mom and kept his focus on Jude, who was holding his own when it came to overeating.
The two men were pacing themselves bite for bite, and eventually plate for plate. They kept going even after everyone else at the table was full, washing the food down with alcohol and jovially pretending they weren’t making pigs of themselves. Kenneth’s mom seemed horrified but there was little she could do while Jude and Kenneth swelled with gluttony right before her eyes. This only emboldened Kenneth, who was feeling confident from Jude’s tacit acknowledgement of their overeating. At one point Kenneth went so far as to mix eggnog and whiskey and then dip a cookie in the concoction. At that, his mother excused herself from the table.
A few minutes later she returned and ushered everyone into the living room, no doubt in an effort to stop the pig put. This didn’t stop Jude, however, who took the plate of brownies to the coffee table. The group continued to drink and chat, Kenneth mostly silent and horny. As the hours passed, one by one the family members went off to bed until only Kenneth and Jude remained. Silence befell them as Jude gazed across the coffee table at Kenneth.
“Why don’t you get a little closer?” Jude beckoned.
Kenneth pushed himself up from the armchair and wobbled closer. He plopped his ass on the couch right next to Jude’s with a drunken grunt. Jude turned to face Kenneth, propping his knee up on Kenneth’s thigh and allowing his gut to spill forward filling the space between them with its warm fleshy presence. Jude looked at Kenneth with drunken hearts in his eyes and a dopey grin.
“I wanna kiss you right now,” Jude said. “It’s bad, but I really wanna kiss you.”
“So why don’t you?”
Jude leaned further in and finally their lips met. The men held a long and slow kiss for several moments before opening their mouths wider, sugar and liquor on their tongues. Jude moved one hand under Kenneth’s sweater and sunk his fingers into the supple padding. Kenneth gasped softly, then reached his own hand out to cup Jude’s face. The moment felt special and intimate, yet risky. If anyone saw them it could be disastrous.
“Should we go up to your room?” Jude suggested.
Kenneth nodded and struggled up from the couch, his cock throbbing beneath his overstretched Dickie’s. He was eager to get to his bedroom but tried not to make too much noise getting there. Jude pinched at Kenneth’s asscheek as they climbed the stairs and Kenneth could hardly believe this moment was finally upon him. He shut the door behind Jude and the two collided in a triumphant embrace. They tongue wrestled for a moment before stripping their tops, their chubby tanks wobbling free in the moonlight.
Each man dug beneath his overhang to undo his pants, shimmying off the uncomfortable fabric. They both were hard as a rock and soaking through their underwear. Kenneth wasted no time in reaching directly in Jude’s tattered white briefs. The man’s fat pad was more bulbous than he anticipated. With pubic hair trimmed short, it was warm and swampy with desire. Jude looked at him flushed with arousal and then lifted Kenneth’s belly in both hands.
“I can’t believe you grew all this in only a year.” Jude wobbled the belly fat back and forth in both hands.
“You like it?”
“It’s intoxicating.”
The two tumbled onto the awkwardly small full-sized bed. It groaned beneath their collective weight.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Kenneth gasped. “You’re practically all I can think about. Every pound I gained, it was inspired by you.”
“I want you so bad, Kenneth.”
Desperately horny and overwhelmed by their long-won union, the two men pawed at each other frantically. The windows and mirrors in the room began to fog and their erections were ready to bust prematurely with only the slightest of touch. Kenneth maneuvered himself down to lift up Jude’s gelatinous overhang and take the man’s pulsing cock in his mouth. The sweat and musk lit his senses ablaze. Abruptly, a sound, the voice of Kenneth’s sister, startled the men into stunned silence. They lay frozen in a lazy sixty nine, Kenneth’s hand wrapped around Jude’s cock and Jude’s hand sunk into Kenneth’s underbelly and thigh blubber.
They heard it again. She was calling out Jude’s name, and… ascending the stairs. Jude hurriedly struggled to his feet. Fear distorted his face as shaky hands dressed his body and he demanded a frozen Kenneth to do the same. He straightened the wrinkles in his clothes and ran a hand through his hair as she whispered his name in the hallway. He took a deep breath, then opened the door.
“Babe, what’s up?”
“I was just looking for you. It’s late…”
“I was getting your brother to bed. He’s pretty drunk and couldn’t really walk straight.”
Kenneth kept his eyes closed and tried to pretend he was asleep, even though the windows were fogged and the room smelled like dick and fat rolls.
“He’ll sleep it off,” his sister said.
Jude turned around and smiled sadly at his overfed lover lying on the bed, then closed the door.
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Musclegut
I enjoyed this hot piece of manfat. It's well written and its author knows a thing or two about size. Bravo and x
