Gordito: Chapter 8

It had been a few weeks since Lee returned to work with his impressive bulk. The energy between him and Juan Pablo was still tense. Juan Pablo kept his distance. No more shoulder touches or soft looks, but Lee could still feel the hunger in Juan Pablo’s gaze. The way his eyes lingered on Lee’s belly or on how his thighs shifted beneath his shorts. That gaze followed him daily across the yard. Lee didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t flirt back, but he knew.

In recent days, Lee had dialed things back on the gaining front. The bulk had pushed his limits in ways he had never experienced or expected. His joints throbbed after long days. By night, his knees cracked when he bent to undress, struggling to get tug his clothes off his swollen form. Crouching and kneeling left him breathless as his belly pressed tight against his thighs, limiting his range of motion. Chafing had become a daily nuisance too, under his arms, between his legs, under his belly.

At the gym, his lifts were stronger than ever, but a simple walk down the block left him panting. He wasn’t used to the mass yet. His body was overloaded, bumping into tables and chairs, like he hadn’t caught up to his own size. So he eased up. He still ate big, still trained, but the pace was steadier now. He wasn’t pushing himself to the same degree in an effort to stabilize before going even larger.

Nevertheless, Lee was feeling good. The scale hadn’t moved much, but his presence had. He was constantly reminded of his own heaping corpulence and consequently carried himself with a brazen confidence. He caught his reflection in windows and saw pure mass. It was powerful. When people called him big guy or offered him leftovers, he felt like he had earned it. And Juan Pablo watched him day in and day out with a hunger he couldn’t hide. 

At the peak of summer, when the heat was unbearable, the inevitable happened. Lee had been lifting pavers into place for hours. Each movement left him soaked, his shirt clinging to the swell of his back and chest. When he crouched down, it was with effort. His belly pressed firm against his thighs, skin sticking to skin, sweat trickling down the crease where gut met groin. His breath caught as he shifted, trying to wedge himself into position. The soft mass of his middle folded in on itself, heavy and unrelenting. Then came a sudden, sharp rip. The seat of his shorts tore clean open. The burst of fabric echoed loudly across the yard. The crew burst out laughing.

“Damn, man,” Marco said, laughing. “Lay off the carnitas maybe.”

Lee stood up slowly, flushed but grinning. The torn seat of his shorts gaped open behind him, exposing a damp stretch of his underwear. The gray cotton was soaked with sweat and clinging to the curve of his ass. The fabric hugged every contour and slightly transparent where it was wettest. Juan Pablo said nothing. Just stared. His mouth opened like he meant to speak, but no words came.

By the end of the day, the heat still pressed down like a weight and the smell of cut grass and sweat clung to everything. Everyone gathered near the trucks, muscles glistening and shirts stained. Laughter emanated from Marco as he nudged one of the younger guys and pointed at Lee’s ass. Lee stood apart from everyone else with his arms crossed and his sweat soaked shirt displaying every ripe curve. The rip in his shorts flared with every shift of his weight, underwear still exposed and clinging to his wet mass.

Juan Pablo’s eyes kept returning to that spot. His mouth moved once, then stopped. The tension was so palpable between them the other guys could undeniably pick up on it. Juan Pablo stepped forward and cleared his throat, but his gaze lingered just a second too long on Lee. He was barely holding himself together. Lee straightened, pretending not to notice, though his cock stirred and his chest felt hot. He scratched his neck, rolled his shoulders, did anything to look casual. It didn’t matter though, he knew Juan Pablo could sense it too.

“I have an announcement,” Juan Pablo said. “The company has been sold. As of next week, there’ll be a new owner. I’m retiring.”

Murmurs rippled through the crew. Lee’s mouth dropped open in shock. Juan Pablo smiled.

“And gordito,” he said, looking directly at Lee. “Stick around.”

Some of the crew laughed while others raised eyebrows. 

When everyone else had packed up, Juan Pablo walked over and stared amorously at the over-bulked Lee. The tension could’ve been cut with a knife. Neither man moved for a moment. Nervous, Lee shifted. He breathed quickly and pretended he didn’t notice Juan Pablo’s gaze locked on his lips. His cock was growing stiffer by the second in his soaked underwear. 

Finally, Juan Pablo reached out, grabbed Lee by the waist and pulled him close. Their eyes met for a single, searing moment. Their kiss felt like a bomb going off. Weeks of restraint melted to the floor and each man was instantly erect. Lee’s hands hovered, uncertain, before finally grabbing Juan Pablo’s collar and pulling him in harder. A few of the guys still hadn’t left. Marco stood by the truck in absolute shock. When they finally broke apart, Juan Pablo exhaled hard.

“I couldn’t do it before,” he said. “I would’ve lost my whole crew, half the clients, everything I built. But now I’m free. I’m all yours.”

Lee didn’t speak. He couldn’t.

“I’ve got enough money for both of us,” Juan Pablo said. “We can figure the rest out as we land on our feet.”

Lee kissed him this time. Juan Pablo growled hungrily and pushed him back against the truck. The rip in Lee’s shorts expanded with a wet, audible tear. Juan Pablo let out a low grunt and dropped to his knees, but instead of going for Lee’s belly, he grabbed the sides of the shredded fabric and yanked them wider. The seams audibly snapped under his strength. The sweat-drenched cotton gave way to the full round of Lee’s fat, ripened ass. The flesh was swollen and plush, jiggling from the force of Juan Pablo’s hands. 

Juan Pablo practically barked, an indescribably animalistic noise escaping his chest and then ripped the underwear clean open. Lee’s ass spilled free. It was thick and soft and heavy, the heat of it radiating like a furnace, the skin glistening in the sun. Juan Pablo buried his face between the cheeks, moaning as his cock leaked precum.

“You grew so fucking good,” he said. “So proud of you.”

Then he tugged Lee’s underwear down and wrapped his mouth around him. Right there by the truck. Right there in the sun. Lee gasped and shut his eyes while pleasure washed over him. With his hands in Juan Pablo’s hair he let out a whimper. When it was over, Juan Pablo stood up and wiped his mouth. A goofy smile spread across his face. 

“Come back to my place,” he said. “Let me feed you.”

Lee didn’t answer. He just followed.