A SUMMER IN THE FARM PART II

TRYING TO GET DRESSED TO HEAD OUT TO THE CORRAL ROAD BAR

Kyle and his crew´s snack time stretched well into the afternoon as they hung out on the bench beneath the pecan tree’s green shade. It had been a hot, sunny August day, and after skipping the heat, it just felt right to be outside, lazily enjoying the extra golden hours the summer sun indulged before settling into the horizon.

Soon after, the boys headed back inside to shower and get ready to drive to the Corral Road bar. Mark—already dressed with Jeremy standing beside him—knocked on Kyle´s bedroom door, “Hey, man!” he shouted, trying to make himself heard over the electronic music blasting inside.

“Come in!” Kyle answered.

Mark and Jeremy walked in and sat on the bed while Kyle, with nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, grabbed his phone from the table to turn down the music, then went back to rummaging through his wardrobe. 'I'll get dressed and we’ll head out,' he said, stacking some folded clothes on his forearm. His hair still messy and damp from the shower.

Mark clapped his hands, “Cam’on, man! Don´t keep us waiting forever!”

Kyle stood in front of his friends, flashing Jeremy a teasing smile as he held a pair of briefs in his hands. “What’s your hurry, dude?” he asked, turning his back on Mark. With a smirk, he let the towel around his waist drop to the floor and bent down to slip his legs into the briefs, ‘accidentally’ planting his plump butt right in Mark’s face. “Aren’t you enjoying the view? Haha.”

Mark pulled away, raising one arm in protest with disbelieving laughter.  

“Stop playing the fool, you asshole! Haha!” he exclaimed, while Kyle glanced at Jeremy, and the three of them laughed together.

The torrent of guffaws resounded from Kyle´s bedroom window over Bertha and Alfred´s heads, who were sitting on the porch at the fresh air of the late afternoon. The woman stopped knitting to look up. “They´re having so much fun together!”

Alfred removed his earphones. “They’re really good friends. It’s been a while since they last hung out together, and now they’re happy and laughing!” He leaned toward his wife. “They’re good boys—you should let them try your apple pie.” Then he put his earphones back on, while Bertha kept her eyes on Kyle’s window.

After slipping his feet into the pants, Kyle straightened up and started pulling his jeans up, needing stronger tugs as he struggled to stuff his huge, thick thighs in them. “Oh shit! They’re tighter than last time! Hehe, Offf!” Some forceful tugs, and his jeans were still stuck halfway between his knees and waist. Kyle gave up for a moment to catch his breath and ran a hand through his tousled bangs to clear his forehead. “Fuck, guys! I’ve packed on some pounds! Hehe, Offf!”

Mark’s comments didn't make Kyle wait, “Dude, I don´t think that fat ass of yours is gonna fit into those jeans when it makes those briefs look like a thong, man, Haha!”

“Isn’t this funny, Mark?” Jeremy said, pointing at Kyle’s backside in the mirror. “Usually, to see someone’s butt cheeks, you first have to take off their briefs. But with Kyle, you’d have to take off his cheeks first just to see the briefs!”

With Mark and Jeremy´s guffaws in the background, Kyle twisted his torso to check his reflection; the mirror confirmed his briefs looking about to disappear, sinking into his crack; a muttered ‘Daaamed!’ of disbelief slipped from Kyle´s parted lips. Then, he slid his fingers between his briefs and his skin, feeling the fabric stretched tighter than ever on the puffed-out curves of his well-rounded ass, finishing it off with a sharp snap of the waistband against his chunky butt cheeks that bounced off every wall of the room.

Mark and Jeremy’s revived laughter made Kyle snap around to them again, finding his friends watching him, clearly waiting for his next move. With a playful smile, Kyle put his hands on his waist. “You guys are having a good time, aren’t you?"

“Yeah, bro! Haha,” Mark confirmed, “like that big guy we saw at the movies—the one who couldn’t even fasten his jeans and looked like his shirt buttons were about to pop off. But with you, it’s even funnier! Haha!”

Kyle then glanced at Jeremy, who was chuckling and staring at him with that glow in his eyes—like someone watching a long-awaited dream come true.

“Let’s do it!” Kyle growled, grabbing his jeans. He yanked them up, squeezing his thighs into the tight fabric, and his pecs bounced heavily at the clinks of the loose belt with every jump he accompanied his forceful pulls.

His friends’ laughter was still sounding in the background when Kyle finally managed to get his jeans up to his waist. He put off fastening them to pick up his going-out shirt. Sliding his arms through the short sleeves, he had to tug painstakingly to work them over his huge guns. Then, he looked down and huffed at the sight of his beefy pecs bulging huge past the shirt’s fronts, still to be buttoned up, and his thick belly grossly exposed, hovering above the loose jeans folds, still to be fastened.

Mark immediately said, “Time to suck in, strongman!” He reached out to slap Kyle’s stomach with a couple of rough smacks, like spurring an animal for a heavy task. Instinctively, Kyle drew his belly in, bracing himself. Mark concluded, “Those 300 pounds aren’t gonna fit into there on their own, dude! Haha.”

Kyle flashed Mark a knowing smile and stepped right up to Jeremy, who flinched at the sudden sight of Kyle’s golden happy trail just inches from his face. He looked up and locked eyes with Kyle’s electric blue gaze, sparkling with wild fun above his chest,"Jam, getting 300 pounds of muscle and belly into these jeans takes a lot of work!", He said, making his unzipped fly clink with cocky slaps on his belly. “Give me a hand with the jeans, Jam!” He grunted, sucking in his gut as a signal for Jeremy to get started.

But Jeremy’s eyes stayed fixed on Kyle’s huge pecs from above his head, now pushed up by his sucked-in belly, sticking out bigger than before. Jeremy froze, overwhelmed by an exciting feeling of admiration, fear, and vulnerability, as if Kyle’s pecs were two protruding boulders looming atop a mountain, about to crush him at any moment.

Kyle, eager to impress his little friend even more, asked, “What´s wrong, Jam?” His voice dropped deeper, cocky and laced with a teasing edge that sounded sensual alpha to Jeremy´s ears, “Am I too big for you to handle? Do I look even more like a strongman this way?” He took a deep breath, flaring his arms out, puffing himself up to look even more imposing for his little friend. Kyle’s eyes, peeking over his massive chest, sparkled intently, impatient for an answer.

Jeremy could do nothing but give quick nods in response and took the folds of the pants. He tried to fasten them, but his hands fumbled, and Kyle’s size—along with Mark’s chuckles—only made it worse.

Kyle’s cheeks puffed out in a last-second struggle to hold back his torrent of guffaws—then he burst out, setting off Mark’s laughter again. Still chuckling, he bent down and pulled his little friend into a goofy hug as an apology and said, “Oh my god, haha, Jeremy might just tell me to get lost someday, haha!” A goofy hug, but tight—with Jeremy wrapped in Kyle´s undone shirt and unfastened jeans—and affectionate—squeezed in the warmth of Kyle´s skin against him. 

“Haha, c´mon, man!”, Mark insisted, waving his hand, “stop playing around and get dressed!”

When Kyle finally let go, Jeremy's stunned expression from just moments ago had melted into a shy, captivated smile.

"I'm coming!" Kyle said. He grabbed the fronts of his shirt and folded them over his torso for a quick check; they didn’t quite meet. "Jam, pray these buttons don’t pop off—I think they’re gonna be tighter than submarine screws! Haha."

Jeremy chuckled as he followed with his eyes Kyle´s hands taking the first button and the gap; at his first forceful move, a brief rip was heard from one of the sleeves.
Mark joked, “Things are starting off great, man! Haha”

Kyle kept on fastening his shirt, brow furrowed in concentration among tugs and groans while holding his gut as his hands made their way down the row of buttons toward the shirt’s hem. When was done he looked at Jeremy, “Fuck, Jam! Haha.” and turned to give his friends a side view of the tight buttons stretched over the curve of his thick belly. “Check this out, guys!” He gave a few tugs at the lower hems of his shirt, unable to hide his golden happy trail slipping down between the loose folds of his jeans, “Can´t cover this!”

Mark laughed, “I don´t think those buttons survive after dinner when you eat for 4 people, man! Haha. C´mon, man! Now the jeans!”, He and Jeremy looked expectant at them, whose seams on the sides were visibly strained over his huge squads, and the stitching lines of the back pocket warped over the hefty curves of his bubble butt.

Kyle grabbed the folds of his jeans. “C’mon!” he grunted, encouraging himself as he arched his torso backward and sucked in his gut to try to bring the waistbands together on his lower belly—but the two pieces didn’t even touch. 

Mark slapped Kyle´s belly, “You´re gonna have to try harder, big boy! Haha”

Kyle went for a new round; the gaps between his shirt buttons widened dangerously with every pull and belly-suck. Just as the folds of his jeans touched the skin below his navel, he frowned and grunted, his hands fumbling in the rush—he couldn’t hold his gut in any longer. Refusing to give up, he made one last furious attempt: leaning back and sucking in so hard that his pecs bumped up and squeezed his jaw, the fabric stretching tight across his torso, with the buttons sinking into his skin—until finally, the they fired off one by one in a rapid burst of audible snaps down the line

“Damn, guys!”, Kyle exclaimed looking down, “I fucked up the only shirt that still kinda fit, hahaha!”

Mark and Jeremy burst out laughing at Kyle’s mix of disappointment and disbelief as he stared down at the ruined shirt. After one last glance into his wardrobe, Kyle went with his go-to country boy look—ripped jean shorts and a sleeveless plaid shirt.

Kyle, followed by Mark and Jeremy, went downstairs, still laughing and joking. As they hit the living room, Kyle grabbed his cap from the rack mid-stride and stepped out onto the porch.

After the boys said bye to the Garrisons, with their usual reminders to drive safe, Kyle led his friends to the family car. Jeremy was about to get in when he felt Kyle tugging on his right sleeve. He looked down and saw his sleeve was rolled up wrong, so Kyle quickly smoothed it back down and flashed him a lip smile—which Jeremy returned. Once in the car, Kyle started the engine and headed off toward the Corral Road Bar for dinner.

To be continued.