George Knopf
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Brothers or Boyfriends: Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2024-11-03 16:00:07 +0000 UTCThree months later,
Halloween night
Kenneth slurped down three jell-o shots in a row and still didn’t feel drunk enough. Whether he was trying to stretch his stomach out with food or get a solid buzz from alcohol, it took a lot more at his current size than it used to. He popped another vicodin, begrudgingly, and realized he was probably hitting a low point. He plodded slowly towards the bathrooms where knew a water fountain existed, his gate on the brink of a waddle. When he finally got there he sighed at how low set they were. He spread his legs wide and awkwardly bent over to one side for a sip. Some drops dribbled down his bare chest.
The music thumping throughout the venue was getting annoying, so he popped into the bathroom for a quick reprieve. There was one other person in there standing at a urinal. A fat guy, bearish, but still smaller than Kenneth. He had nice love handles and impressive shoulders but Kenneth couldn’t find the sexual stamina to approach him, despite the viagra he’d taken earlier in the night.
Kenneth stood two urinals away from the man and fished his prick out from his jock strap. He was sweaty around his fat pad which would normally turn him on, but it didn’t. He took a short piss and as he turned around the other bear said something complimentary he didn’t make out. Kenneth just smiled and headed for the sinks. He examined his physique as the other man left. He had the bathroom to himself.
Kenneth was looking certifiably obese. In moments such as these it almost felt as though the man in the mirror was someone else entirely. He gained forty pounds of pure fat in the past two months after an unexpected mental health spiral. Before coming to this party he ate an entire pizza and four Boost VHC and could’ve kept going. He hadn’t been to the gym since Cristoff broke up with him and the only thing he had energy to do was stuff his face. The results were hard to ignore.
He had gone from ex-jock to fat ass. Sure, there was still a base of muscle underneath all the padding. There was a sturdy frame that gave him a more robust form than other men his size. But the fat was absolutely all-encompassing now. His arms and chest sagged with plush dough, his thighs and ass were dimpled with cellulite, and, of course, his belly hung lower with each passing day. Everything rubbed together when he moved. Everything wobbled. His army green gym shorts were swallowed up by his thighs and the waistband eclipsed by his overhang.
At circuit parties such as this, he used to be a growing cub, large but far from the biggest guy on the scene. Now, he was close to becoming one of the top dogs. This was impressive given his age. Most guys his size or larger got there in their late thirties and forties after a decade or so packing it on. Kenneth was sprinting to the finish line. It was ironic, because only six months ago he fantasized about this, and now that it was arriving nothing felt right.
He opened his phone and refreshed his thread with Jude. Still no response. Jude hadn’t responded to Kenneth since their brunch several months ago and Kenneth didn’t know why. Last he heard Jude was going to break up with Kenneth’s sister, which would potentially open up a world of opportunity. Instead, Kenneth was sad and alone without Jude or Cristoff. He splashed some water on his face and headed back onto the floor.
At this hour the dark room was spilling out onto the dance floor. Twinks orbited Kenneth like flies. Lately he was attracting a lot of admirers and chubby chasers which was a new experience. It validated the reality that he was officially a big guy, but it also felt oddly fetishistic and alienating. He shooed the twinks away, and made an advance on a young chub he’d been eyeing all night. The man had a nice beginner’s belly and a fat ass that finally kicked Kenneth’s libido in gear. Unfortunately, his advances were shot down.
He decided to forge deeper into the play area. Men of all shapes and sizes sucked and fucked in the hazy corners of his periphery. The older men seemed to leave him alone now, another odd discovery now that he was fat. A couple bears pulled him into a circle jerk where he managed to get hard for a bit while rubbing the other men’s bellies and squeezing their juicy pecs. Boredom settled in and he moved on, eventually exiting the other side of the playroom onto another dance floor.
He bobbed around to the music for a bit. The bass reverberated in his fat rolls in a way that used to turn him and he’d since become accustomed to. He grabbed another jell-o shot from someone passing them out and after gulping it down a handsome twunk appeared in front of him. Kenneth hadn’t been interested in twunks for some time, but this man was so dashing that he leaned into it and danced closer.
The twunk’s strong arms wrapped around Kenneth, sliding over his sweat-slick curves, squeezing a roll here and there. The man was obviously a chubby chaser but Kenneth didn’t mind at that moment. He pulled Kenneth in close so that the twunk’s lean torso sunk into Kenneth’s flabbier one. The man moved to the music, his pecs bouncing up and down to the beat. He leaned in close to shout an introduction into Kenneth’s ear. Kenneth played along, introducing himself, trading compliments, as the twunk grinned from ear to ear. Eventually, they headed to the playroom.
They found a dark corner and began to make out, the twunk almost immediately dropping trow and letting his erection thwack against Kenneth’s mass. He was an enthusiastic guy, probably a couple years younger than Kenneth. He lapped up Kenneth’s armpit, nuzzling his face deep inside, and did the same to the crease between Kenneth’s chest and belly. The young man then dropped to his knees suddenly and dug his face into Kenneth’s tender under belly fat.
Kenneth had an erection thanks to the viagra which the twunk stroked occasionally. Kenneth was enjoying himself but he was getting fatigued. He wasn’t used to being on his feet for so long and needed to rest his weight on something. Thankfully, there was a bench nearby. Kenneth sat down and the wood creaked loudly beneath him. The young twunk rubbed his cock between his hand and Kenneth’s belly, working himself up into a tizzy. Seemingly close to orgasm, he abruptly stopped, saving himself, and dropped down to suck Kenneth off.
The guy was skilled and really enjoying getting his face mashed against Kenneth’s bulging pubic dough, but Kenneth knew he wasn’t going to come tonight. He just didn’t have it in him. So he tried to bend forward best he could, indicating he wanted the man’s cock. His twunky partner obliged and placed it in Kenneth’s hands. It was a nice dick. Thick and veiny with foreskin and surrounded by a modest bush. This boy was really quite gorgeous. Kenneth gave it a few pumps before the man jumped back again.
“I can’t come this early in the night, sorry. But I can get you off?”
“Same story,” Kenneth lied and hoisted himself back to his feet. “I’m gonna head back out.”
“Can I get your number?”
“Sure.”
Kenneth saw the guy’s name was June. Oh, the irony. They kissed and parted ways. Kenneth lumbered to the coat check, clothed himself, and headed outside to call a car. While he waited he ordered sixty dollars worth of Taco Bell delivered to his house. He sighed. Tired, heartbroken, exasperated. His phone buzzed and he looked at it. A message from June, go figure. A moment later he looked at the notification one more time and his heart skipped a beat. It was a message from Jude.
