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Abe & Cru
🕑 Added 2024-05-01 14:00:03 +0000 UTCAbe, 23, was often confused. He didn’t know why his roommate moved out nor did he care. What concerned him was filling the room. But how? He stubbed a joint out in the ashtray next to his bed. A friend recommended Craigslist so he downloaded the app. He scratched at his balls while it loaded. He smelled his hand. He needed to shower. It took an eternity for his stoned brain to post an ad, and once he did he breathed a sigh of relief and smoked the rest of his joint.
He washed his junk in the shower. He had a large cock and he knew it. Sometimes he got horny thinking about how well-endowed he was. Whenever he went surfing he got stares, regardless of whether he wore board shorts or a wetsuit. He washed his finely muscled pits and then his mid-length golden brown hair. Toweling off, he smiled in front of the mirror. He needed to whiten his teeth. Too much weed and junk food were making them yellow.
He threw on a loose tank top, some gym shorts, sandals, grabbed a slice of pizza from the fridge, and headed to class.
***
Abe couldn’t remember exactly when Cru moved in. The guy paid for rent upfront and seemed chill; that’s all that mattered. Cru was new in town from the midwest. He was stocky and pale, especially in comparison to Abe’s sunkissed limbs. He was always pushing back his dark greasy hair and had sad eyes that became evasive when they met Abe’s cool and distant gaze. Neither boy knew what to make of the other.
Their first moment of camaraderie occurred over their shared love of Hawaiian pizza. Cru’s face lit up when he discovered Abe liked the same. His underlying sadness seemed to briefly dissipate upon them ordering two pies delivered. Abe offered his roommate some weed. He emerged from his room with a glass bong and packed a bowl. Cru was a novice when it came to marijuana, but he coughed through a large toke in good spirits.
When the pizzas arrived both men had bloodshot eyes and struggled to speak. They splayed out on the couch with the pizzas steaming on the coffee table and a liter of Mountain Dew close by. Cru wore a white wife beater that showed off his pale flesh and dark chest hair. The doughy mound of fat on his belly was slightly accentuated by the blue denim cinching off his waist. Abe sat next to him shirtless. His chest was absolutely hairless with hard pectorals. A single row of abs were visible beneath his pecs, but the remaining six pack was hidden behind a slight puff of fat at his navel.
They dug into the pizza and put on a random Netflix show. Cru ate fast, much faster than his counterpart. By the time Abe was finished with one slice, Cru had demolished three. He also drank a startling amount of Mountain Dew in a very short time, belching and scratching at his tank throughout.
“Nice tits on that one,” Abe said with a mouth full of pizza. A blonde on screen wiped sweat from her brow during a spin class.
Cru looked at Abe with a devilish grin, “Fuck yeah. Not enough tits in shows these days.”
“Tell me about it.”
***
“Hey can I borrow some weed,” Cru asked.
Cru was smoking a lot of his weed lately, but Abe didn’t mind. His monthly allowance more than covered it.
“Thanks,” Cru mumbled as he grabbed the bud.
“What are you up to?”
“Gonna smoke, jerk off. My orgasms go a lot harder when I’m stoned. Now I understand why you’re so baked all the time.”
“Yeah, true.”
***
Abe was getting disgusted by Cru’s appetite. The dude was constantly eating and had probably gained about twenty pounds since he moved in. The trash was always full of take out containers and his belly was constantly hanging out. Cru also farted a lot and hogged the bathroom in the mornings. Abe tried to push these observations out of his mind and smoked some weed.
He headed to the beach in some board shorts and a tee. He had the munchies when he arrived so he bought a hot dog and some cheetos. He ate the food while sitting on a cement wall overlooking the sand. A few yards ahead was a group of fat chicks trudgingtowards him. A couple of them had big asses that wobbled wildly as they walked. His dick stirred to attention.
Abe wondered if those girls ate like Cru did. He could imagine them chowing down on fast food and pizza like his roommate. In fact, Cru’s ass was about the same size as one of the girls. His belly was bigger though. Abe imagined Cru fucking one of the girls, their fat bodies colliding against each other, slapping upon impact. His cock was starting to get really hard and he avoided the urge to stroke it in public. He looked at his phone until the boner went away.
Finished with his food, Abe headed to the bathroom. In the reflection of the car mirror he noticed something odd. He stopped and looked at himself. He was starting to get a belly too. Abe slipped a hand under his shirt and was surprised he had a whole handful of belly fat at his waist. He knew Cru was to blame for this development.
***
“Fuuuck, I’m so baked,” Cru said.
“Dude I told you. This strain slaps.”
Cru leaned back on Abe’s bed, the springs squeaking beneath his weight. He’d grown even larger since summer. The cold weather seemed to stimulate his appetite to the point that his hoodie was riding up revealing bright red stretch marks all across his gut. Abe took a hit and set the bong on his nightstand. He leaned back and was shoulder to shoulder with his roommate.
Abe turned on his TV and a porn video he was watching earlier began to play. In the video, a husky older man fucked a brunette with big tits and a fat ass dressed as a waitress. The boys watched in silence as she moaned in pleasure. Abe’s hand went down his pants and then Cru’s did as well. They stroked at their cocks until they were too hard to be contained. Abe pushed his sweats down and then so did Cru.
Abe glanced at Cru’s dick. It was girthy and decent in length, but Abe’s was still bigger. He felt satisfied. Cru was using his left hand and Abe his right, so their arms created some friction as they got into it. Abe enjoyed the warmth of the big man next to him, it felt different from jerking off alone. More real.
Abe kept getting distracted by his roommate. The man’s belly was getting so big that Cru kind of had to reach under it to get at his dick. And in the reflection of the TV screen Abe could see an extra roll of fat in Cru’s pubic region. He’d never seen something like that before. He supposed he’d never seen a fat person fully naked.
Their pace quickened and orgasm seemed near.
“Uh, gotta go,” Cru awkwardly declared and almost fell off the bed before scampering off.
Abe got a nice view of the man’s naked ass as he left. It was thick and meaty, dotted with cellulite and bouncing with each step. The cheeks were as big as a woman’s, yet dusted with hair, especially around the crack. It looked ripe and juicy. Abe shot his load across his chest.
***
“Dude where’s all the bacon and eggs?”
Cru’s entire belly rested on the kitchen island as he scooped the remains of a carton of ice cream into his mouth. His eyes were glassy as he mindlessly swallowed. He barely looked at Abe and shrugged.
“Fuck man, we just went to CostCo last week.”
***
Abe sucked in with all his might and still couldn’t get his pants to button. Cru’s influence on his waistline was undeniable. He now had love handles, a bubble butt, and thighs that rubbed together. His abs were long gone and even his pecs were looking soft.
“Fuck me,” he mumbled and headed to Cru’s room. “Hey man, can I borrow some of your old pants. Mine are too small.”
Cru looked at the massive bulge hanging inside Abe’s boxer briefs, then down to his thighs, and up to his bulging belly. He shuffled around his closet and pulled out a pair of pants. He was breathing heavily from bending over for so long as he held out the pants for his roommate. Abe grabbed them and headed for the door.
“Hey, Abe,” Cru called out. Abe turned around. “You look good with the extra weight.” A pause hung in the air. “Have fun on your date.”
***
Abe pulled into the beach parking lot with Cru in the passenger seat. It took a lot of persuading to get his roommate to come along. Cru claimed he hated the beach and that he no longer had the body for it. Abe didn’t know why, but he really wanted Cru to come along. Part of him perversely enjoyed pushing the fatty out of his comfort zone. He was also kind of intrigued to see all the new pounds of flesh that had been incubating beneath Cru’s winter clothes the past several months.
Abe got out of the car and popped the hatchback. He began to change into his wetsuit but quickly discovered his thighs had grown too thick to fit inside. He would have to settle on his board shorts, which were themselves tight and accentuated his muffin top. Abe grabbed his board and a blanket while Cru lugged a six pack and Doritos.
“Take your shirt off,” Abe said once they sat down.
Cru looked at his roommate with his sad puppy dog eyes.
“Come on man, it’s the fuckin’ beach. You look weird with a shirt on.”
Cru removed his XXL tee. Abe’s brows raised in surprise. Cru looked incredibly fat, obese even. His belly completely filled his lap with a dense ball hirsute lard. His stretch marks had faded and were less noticeable under all the body hair. Still a couple bright ones announced themselves on his love handles. His pecs had completely drooped into two fat tits that connected under his arms to a back roll. His clavicles and ribs and hips, even his neck, were submerged in thick dough.
“Fatty,” Abe laughed.
“What and you’re not?”
Abe shrugged and headed to the water with his board. Twenty minutes later he returned gasping for air and red in the face. He didn’t say a word as he collapsed next to Cru and cracked a beer. Somehow in the last twenty minutes Cru had procured a basket of french fries. Abe grabbed a fistful and shoved them in his mouth.
***
The couch shook as the two men stroked their cocks with increasing intensity. A gang bang unfolded on the TV across from them. Cru grunted. His mass jiggled wildly atop the couch. His belly pushed against his fist as he pumped. Abe also felt his excess weight wobbling, particularly in the belly but also somewhat in the thighs. He belched from the beer sloshing around in his stomach.
“Fuuuck,” Abe moaned.
Cru looked over at his roommate. His eyes lingered on Abe’s furrowed brow and pursed lips, then traveled lower to his behemoth cock. With all the extra weight Cru had put on in the past year, Abe’s cock looked especially grand in size next to his own. It was about the size of two of his own fists and when Abe removed his hand it tapped at his puffed out belly button.
Abe groaned again. Cru let out a grunt himself. Abe looked over at his roommate, an immense pile of flesh sweating atop the couch. Cru’s balls were sucked up inside the fat of his underside. Abe could smell Cru’s sweat and began to growl. He reached over and patted the man’s padded white thigh.
“Fuck yeah,” Abe moaned.
His hand gripped a wad of meat on Cru’s thigh as he felt an orgasm percolating. His arm remained tense. What remained of his bicep bulged as the blood pumped through his veins. Cru let out an unusual whimper as Abe’s grip tightened. Abe liked the noise and so he slapped Cru’s thigh again and this time gave it a jiggle. The chunk felt succulent beneath his grip as Cru let out a frantic “oh oh oh.”
“Fuck yeahh,” Abe said and jiggled Cru’s thigh some more. “Fuck yeah, I’m gonna come. Oh fuck.”
Cru beat Abe to the punch and began erupting jizz all over the place. Splatters landed all around the room.
“Jesus,” Abe said as some of the come splattered against his side. He then let loose his own torrent of sperm across his chest, his body slumping down into the couch. “Aww yeah,” his vision blurred and his eyes grew heavy.
***
“I’m so fuckin’ hungry lately,” Abe said and shook his head in disbelief. He was stirring waffle batter with bacon on the frying pan. Cru sat at the kitchen table in a white tee with pit stains. “You’re really rubbing off on me.”
Cru chuckled. “Food is great, man. Like what else is there to live for besides sex. And food is a lot easier to come by.”
“Amen, brother. Oh, fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” Abe jumped back from the stove.
“Burn your belly?”
Abe lifted up his shirt. A bright red mark spread along the roll of fat near his navel.
“Gotta watch out. Gets in the way when you aren’t used to it.”
***
Cru was softly snoring but no one could tell from the music thumping through the speakers. His head slumped forward and his chin was buried in the band of fat around his neck. He was the biggest guy in the room, completely filling the space age chair of the nightclub lounge. Abe and his friends ignored the tub of lard until it was time to leave.
“Cru. Cru, wake up man.”
Abe patted his roommate on the belly. Cru’s eyes lazily opened. He looked disoriented for a moment and then the familiar sadness sunk back into his expression. He wiped some drool from the side of his mouth.
“Time to leave.”
Cru took a deep breath and tried to stand but couldn’t. He lurched forward again, drunk and still a bit woozy, but there was no easy way out of the low rise chairs. His belly was too immense. The weight and angle kept him pinned down to the chair, unable to gracefully get on his feet. Some girl nearby started laughing.
“Aw fuck,” Abe extended a hand.
Cru accepted the gesture and nearly yanked Abe over extricating himself from the seat.
“There we go chubs,” Abe said and patted his roommate on the back.
“I’m hungry,” Cru drunkenly mumbled under his breath.
***
Abe was stoned and disoriented, his face nuzzled against Cru’s bicep as the bed softly shook. The motion roused him from slumber and the last thing he could remember was hitting the bong with Cru, whose body felt warm and soft atop the bed. It was jiggling too. Cru was jerking off. In fact, Abe could smell his cock. The fat guy always had some odor about him anymore, but this one was undeniable in the summer heat.
Abe silently surveyed the scene before him: Cru’s plush belly wobbling near his face, the man’s thighs spread wide, sweatpants crumpled at the foot of the bed. Abe slowly reached one arm down towards Cru’s steaming erection. The movement startled Cru, who momentarily slowed and glanced down at the man cuddled next to him. Abe continued. His hand slipped into the fold between Cru’s belly and thigh. The skin was hot and moist. He continued until he was cupping that dense roll of chub that stuck out above Cru’s prick. Abe had wondered what it felt like, and was surprised by the plushness beneath coarse pubic hair.
Abe was getting an erection now. His sweatpants pitched a noticeable tent. He grunted a bit and Cru continued to stroke himself. Abe pushed Cru’s hand away so he could stroke the chub’s erection. Cru moaned once Abe got to work. With his other hand Abe shimmied off his sweatpants so that his cock thwacked against his own paunch. He spit into his free hand and stroked himself in unison.
As Abe got into it he began thrusting his hips against the side of Cru’s belly. His love handles felt more dense than the softness of his overhang and fat pad. He pressed his face into Cru’s fat-encased bicep as he pleasured himself. Both men moaned in pleasure. Cru was pouring sweat and let out a small whimper as he came. Abe scooped out the load buried in Cru’s overhang and used it to stroke his cock until completion.
***
“I’m full,” Abe said and pushed the chocolate Birthday cake towards Cru. He had been eating straight off the cake with a spoon. “Eat the rest.”
“Like, all of it?” Cru took a big bite as he said this.
“Yeah. All of it.”
Abe sat at the table, stoned, and watched in silence as Cru consumed the remainder of the cake in under ten minutes. Cru belched and set down his spoon. His face stained with chocolate.
Abe stood up. His cock was noticeably hard, bobbing up and down as he approached Cru. He stood next to the chub, his erection softly grazing against Cru’s shoulder. Abe wiped the chocolate from Cru’s mouth and sucked it off his finger. Cru looked from Abe’s erection to his face. His eyes were sad but pleading.
“Still hungry, fat boy?”
Cru hesitantly pulled down Abe’s sweatpants. Abe’s cock looked as magnificent as ever, though the fat around his thighs and belly were closing in on its length. Cru wrapped one hand softly around the throbbing pipe. He took it in his mouth. The fat guy moaned as soon as his tongue made contact. He seemed to enjoy it. Abe softly pumped in and out of Cru’s mouth. Eventually the chub reached for his cock.
Abe led Cru to his bed. Cru sat on the edge of the mattress. He was so fat his belly covered his cock. His hand disappeared beneath the overhang to stroke himself. Abe dick slapped Cru a couple times, then pushed the chub onto his back. He looked helpless from that position. Like a beached whale. God knows he couldn’t get up without rolling to his side first.
Abe took this opportunity to explore every deep crevice with his mouth. He sucked on Cru’s fat hairy tits, then pushed them together to titty fuck him. He jiggled the man’s belly. He slapped his cock against it. He pushed it back and forth, enjoying the waves of motion. He sucked Cru’s cock a little bit, mostly because he was curious about the man’s fat pad. Abe was beginning to grow his own, but the magnitude of Cru’s was unreal. He jiggled the man’s thighs. He’d always been a thigh guy.
Abe pushed Cru to the side, signaling he wanted his ass. Cru obeyed and got on all fours. His cheeks were big and plush, hairy too. Circular, like two melons. Still, his love handles were nearly as big as his ass. Abe contemplated eating him out and then decided against it. He grabbed some lube and began to enter. Abe knew his cock was a lot to take, so he took it slowly.
It took ten minutes for Cru to fully relax. Once he did, Abe gripped those firm love handles and let his eyes roll back.
***
Abe held a melting pint of strawberry ice cream in his hand. He was shirtless, belly hanging out in the heat. He was getting pretty fat. He even had some stretch marks like Cru now, mostly on his legs though. Some ice cream dripped down his belly. He stepped onto the patio and noticed his surfboard in the corner.
It had been ages since he’d surfed. The board was dusty and covered in cobwebs. He’d probably gained forty, maybe even fifty pounds since the last time he stood up on it. He wondered if he still could. He leaned against the banister, his belly folding around the cold wrought iron. The pressure pushed a fart out. He looked at the pint with disappointment. It was empty.
Abe headed inside, hit the weed pen, and opened the fridge. He scanned the shelves lazily. Leftover noodles would do. He put cartoons on the TV and sat on the couch with the takeout carton atop his belly. He wondered what Cru was up to.
***
“Wait, you mean like move out move out?”
“Yeah dude. I’m moving out.”
“Why?”
“Because man, like all we do is fucking lay around and smoke weed. Eat food. I need to… do something. With my life?”
“I guess,” Abe replied. He felt dejected. “Why though?”
Cru’s sad eyes grew panicked. Tears seemed imminent. “Fuck man, I’m getting too fucking fat living with you. And I don’t know man, it’s like… food and sex are starting to cross over or something and…”
“You like it though.”
“That’s the problem!” The tears began to flow. “It feels so good but I’m just, I’m too big dude. Like I’m a huge fucking fatty. They had to upgrade me to first class when I flew back home because I couldn’t fit in coach. My whole family made fun of me. I’m so fucking wide I have to use the handicap stall just to take a shit.”
“Whatever, man. You like it. I know you do.”
“Stop saying that, Abe.”
“What, that you like being fat? Who cares. I’m fat too now.”
“I just can’t do this any more. I’m moving out. I’m sorry.”
“Whatever.”
Abe sparked a joint and thought about ordering a pizza for dinner.
