Gordito: Chapter 3

The weekend air was thick with heat and the smell of cut grass. Lee spent the morning trying on shirts, discarding each one. Everything clung too tightly across his chest, his shoulders, and the swell of abdominal fat that had grown undeniable. He finally settled on a sleeveless tee that his chest and arms bulged out of paired with the loosest pair of shorts he owned. Casual, like he wasn’t overthinking it.

Juan Pablo’s house was on the outskirts of town, tucked behind a thicket of mesquite trees. Lee pulled up to see a few cars already there, music playing low from a speaker set near the porch, and the savory smell of meat sizzling on the grill filling the air. Juan Pablo was tending the grill shirtless.

Lee froze in his car for half a second, heart doing a slow somersault. The older man’s chest and belly glistened with sweat. His chest looked softer when exposed, sagging slightly at each end as the fat wrapped under his armpits. His belly sagged heavily, the waistband of his shorts disappeared beneath the generous, round curve. It noticeably wobbled from a distance when he took a step back from the grill. Juan Pablo looked relaxed, in his element, with a beer in one hand and a long spatula in the other. He spotted Lee and waved him over.

"Chico! You made it."

Lee smiled, trying not to stare as he stepped out of the car. "Wouldn't miss it."

Juan Pablo clapped a meaty hand on Lee’s back. "Come. Eat. Drink. You’re too skinny."

Lee snorted, belly jiggling slightly beneath his tank. "I don’t think anyone’s called me that in months."

Juan Pablo’s eyes swept over him, slow and approving. "You wear it well," he said in a low tone.

Inside, a few of Juan Pablo’s friends, mostly other older guys from the crew or neighborhood, sat at a picnic table, laughing, drinking, telling stories in a mix of English and Spanish. They welcomed Lee with teasing smiles and generous pours. He ate grilled ribs, tortillas, thick cuts of steak. Every time his plate emptied, someone, usually Juan Pablo, refilled it.

“You’re feeding me like I’m starving,” Lee joked after his third helping.

Juan Pablo leaned in close, his voice low. “Maybe I like watching you fill out.”

Lee choked slightly on his beer.

Later, the sun dipped low, and the guests began to filter out. Hugs, back slaps, and goodbyes gave way to a quiet stillness and the chirping of crickets. Lee found himself helping Juan Pablo gather plates and trash, stacking red solo cups and brushing crumbs from the patio table.

When the last cooler was closed and the lights over the porch flicked on, Juan Pablo looked at him and said, “You want to come inside for a minute? Cool off?”

Lee nodded. He could feel his face flush red from alcohol and desire.

Inside, the house smelled faintly of soap and smoke. The A/C hummed low. Juan Pablo motioned toward the kitchen, where he opened another beer and handed it to Lee. Their fingers brushed. Lee took a swig and looked at the floor awkwardly, then up to Juan Pablo’s glittering gaze. 

Juan Pablo didn’t say much. He just watched Lee, leaned against the counter, arms crossed over the curve of his stomach, eyes sharp. Then, finally, softly: “You’ve been driving me crazy.”

Lee swallowed, "Yeah?"

Juan Pablo stepped forward, close enough that their chests almost touched. “Wearing those little shorts. Eating everything I put in front of you. Looking at me like you want something.”

Lee’s took a short breath, “What if I do?”

Juan Pablo’s hand came to rest at Lee’s waist, warm and sure. “Then you should take it.”

The kiss was slow. Careful at first, testing the waters, then hungrier. Juan Pablo’s lips were soft, but insistent, his tongue sliding over Lee’s with practiced ease. Lee pressed into him, feeling the give of Juan Pablo’s softness against his own distended belly, the heat radiating between their thick bodies. Juan Pablo’s stubble scraped across Lee’s cheek as their mouths worked in tandem, breaths growing ragged.

Their hands roamed across one another’s slightly sweaty bodies. Juan Pablo’s calloused palms cupped Lee’s ass, pulling him closer so their hips could grind together. Lee groaned into his mouth, his own hands exploring the dimpled flesh of Juan Pablo’s lower back back, the soft rolls bulging outward from his sides, the firm heft of his rear.

They stumbled down the hallway, bumping into walls and rattling the bones of the building. They yanked off their shirts and tossed them to the floor. Juan Pablo’s chest was broad and heavy, his belly full and soft, quivering under Lee’s grip. The man had the kind of body that welcomed you in and swallowed you whole. Lee couldn’t wait to dive in.

When they made it to the bedroom, Juan Pablo collapsed backward onto the mattress with a low grunt, grinning up at Lee as he climbed on top.

“You sure?” Juan Pablo asked, his voice husky and filled with desire.

“Oh, I’m sure.”

They kissed again, deeper this time, their skin glued to one another. Lee tumbled to Juan Pablo’s side and felt the man’s rough hands gravitate towards Lee’s middle. Juan Pablo took the newfound flab in his grip, kneading the soft swell of pale chub. Lee let out a whimper as he melted like ice cream in Juan Pablo’s hands, his erection throbbing in his pants. 

“You’re filling out so good,” Juan Pablo murmured, letting his hands roam across Lee’s torso, from his thicker chest down to the warm, tender love handles that were blossoming at his waist. “Strong, but soft in all the right places.”

Lee gasped and his cock oozed precum. He leaned forward to kiss Juan Pablo’s neck, lapping up the thick padding under his chin, then down the man’s corpulent chest, and finally to the great expanse of his belly. Lee’s tongue traced the faint stretch marks along Juan Pablo’s side as the older man exhaled, fingers threading into Lee’s hair.

Juan Pablo returned the favor. He was hungry, but unhurried. His mouth worked its way down Lee’s torso, kissing every inch of every new curve. He sucked on Lee’s nipples until they were hard and sensitive, licked down the slope of his belly until Lee was gasping for air. When he finally took him in his mouth, it was slow and wet and consuming. Lee gripped the sheets, hips rocking gently, overwhelmed by the heat and Juan Pablo’s skills.

They fucked slow. Juan Pablo rolled them over, settling his weight on top, belly pressing Lee into the mattress. He took his time, stretching him open, murmuring things in Spanish: praise, filth, affection. Lee soaked it all in, trembling with need.

When Juan Pablo finally slid inside, it was thick and steady, and Lee’s breath caught in his throat. They moved together, sweat-slick and trembling, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Fat plopping and colliding in ecstasy. Juan Pablo fucked like he worked: steady, focused, strong. He looked at Lee the whole time like the young guy was something to be savored.

Lee came first, moaning into Juan Pablo’s neck, his body shaking. Juan Pablo followed soon after, growling low in his chest as he emptied himself deep inside, grinding slow through the aftershocks.

Afterward, they lay tangled in sweat and sheets, Juan Pablo’s hand resting on Lee’s soft stomach.

“You’re staying the night,” he stated.

Lee smiled, eyes closed.

Juan Pablo pulled him closer, one arm slung possessively over Lee’s thickening waist.

Outside, the crickets chirped. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of satisfaction, butt sex, and the knowledge that their relationship was forever changed.