Brothers or Boyfriends: Chapter 15

Kenneth and Jude’s collective heft weighed down the car as it puffed up the mountain. Their lard nearly filled the entirety of the backseat as the family headed to the local ski resort. The air was hot with testosterone and laden with an eager horniness that neither man could act on despite their thighs and love handles being smashed together for the entirety of the drive. Kenneth’s father was in the driver’s seat exasperatedly flooring it to no avail. His mother and sister avoided stating the obvious.

When they finally arrived at the resort the two overfed men grunted and groaned while hoisting themselves out of the low set sedan. Kenneth tried to stretch his upper back despite the fact his winter clothes were busting at the seams. He heard the tear of fabric but couldn’t place exactly which layer of clothing the sound came from. Jude watched from the corner of his eye amorously. Kenneth took a deep breath and looked over at Jude, smiling.

Jude looked jollier, plumper, the last few weeks. He was now keeping up with Kenneth’s appetite, and it showed. His cheeks were full and flushed pink and his belly seemed especially protuberant and cumbersome now. Santa was an obvious analogy given the time of year, and everyone was thinking it. Especially with Jude’s thick scruff looking more silver than ever.

“Let’s rent some skis!” Kenneth’s father exclaimed.

They headed inside and queued at the rental booth.

“I’m mighty hungry,” Jude said. “I’m also not the best on skis, so I think I may sit this one out.”

“You’re hungry?” Kenneth’s mother said incredulously. Indeed they had just eaten an hour ago.

“Yeah, I think I’ll find a perch at the cafe while you guys tear it up.”

“I’ll join you,” Kenneth interjected.

The family looked at him curiously. His mom looked down at his gut and slightly shook her head.

“I… have back pain. From lifting.” Kenneth grasped at an excuse. “I don’t think I should be skiing right now.”

Awkwardly, the two men excused themselves and lumbered towards the cafe. A nervous excitement bounced between them as they left the family behind. They were seated next to a window by a plump waitress who suggested two cinnamon rolls. They agreed, and also ordered two irish coffees.

“I’m glad to get some alone time,” Jude grinned. “It’s been too crowded back at the house.”

“Tell me about it.”

The cinnamon rolls arrived, as big around as their heads, steaming hot, with fluffy cream cheese icing.

“Can we have some butter as well?” Jude requested.

The men rehashed the family’s activities of the past week, cracking jokes, and blowing off steam. They smeared pads of butter all over the warm cinnamon rolls while laughing at the neuroticism of Kenneth’s parents and their reaction to Kenneth’s weight gain. Jude was fully aware of the judgment swirling around and had even experienced some petty comments made about his own physique.

“Truth be told,” Jude paused bashfully. “I’m totally inspired by watching your growth. You’re such a meatball now, it’s really… Well, it’s fucking hot.”

Kenneth blushed and sipped his irish coffee.

“I’m not holding back anymore, if you haven’t been able to tell.” Jude leaned back and lifted his gut a bit. “I’m gonna fucking enjoy myself, every single inch of it too.”

The cinnamon rolls were gone as they finished their second irish coffees and ordered a round of whiskey sours. Buzzed and horny, Kenneth excused himself for the bathroom. He scooted back in the uncomfortable wooden chair and tried to lift himself up to no avail. There weren’t arms on the chair which made things difficult, and half his love handle was stuck beneath one of the cutouts in back.

“This is the downside,” Kenneth grunted. He tried to squirm free.

“Here, use the table,” Jude suggested and held down his end with force.

Kenneth pushed himself up and to his feet, not without attracting a few wandering eyes. He laughed awkwardly and wiped sweat from his brow, then waddled off to the bathroom. Standing at the urinal, he reached under his overhang and fished his cock out from beneath his sweatpants and long johns. His thighs itched and he wondered if it was from the heat or more stretch marks coming in.

Washing his hands, he looked in the mirror. He was flushed red and breathing heavily. The man in the mirror was obese, and he liked it that way. He smiled, the fat bunching up on his cheeks. Jude gave him the confidence he so desperately needed after all the judgment coming from his parents. Now, if only he could take it one step further…

“Wait,” Jude said immediately upon Kenneth approaching the table. “Before you wedge yourself back into that chair.” He held up his hand and dangled a key labelled “241” in front of Kenneth. “I got us a room.”

Kenneth uncontrollably smiled from ear to ear. Jude stood with a bit more ease than his counterpart, though far from gracefully, and grabbed Kenneth’s ass. He leaned his body mass against Kenneth and said in a low tone: “Let’s hope they have an elevator.”

Indeed, they did have an elevator, but it was far from comfortable. The mid century contraption barely contained the jumbo sized men. The close quarters were only a benefit, however. Once the doors closed they locked eyes, Kenneth desperately aroused and Jude a predator moving in for the kill. Finally, they kissed. A sweet and sugary kiss of cinnamon, coffee, and bourbon. Kenneth could’ve melted like the butter atop the cinnamon roll. The heat in the elevator rose as it creaked up to the second floor. The men eagerly shuffled into the hallway and down to their room.

Jude swung the door open for Kenneth. The room was cozy with a view of the mountains and a small electric fireplace. Jude switched the fireplace on as they tumbled to the bed. The flimsy frame croaked beneath their collective weight. Jude held Kenneth’s rounded face in his hands and kissed him like they were in the climax of a romance movie. Kenneth’s heart soared.

Eventually their tongues locked and layers of clothing came off. Soon enough they were clad in only their undershirt and underwear. Jude’s actually fit, albeit snugly. The white tee was painted onto his curves and soaking up rounds of sweat which matched his white briefs absorbing precum from a throbbing erection. Kenneth, on the other hand, looked a mess. His gray long sleeve tee barely reached past his belly button and bowed across the expanse of his chest. His underwear was in even poorer shape with his fat pad and erection bursting out from under torn cotton.

“Fuck,” Jude said, genuinely surprised at the sight of Kenneth.

With one hand he ripped the fabric right open so Kenneth’s erection was free, despite drowning between his FUPA and stretch marked thighs. Kenneth tried to remove his own shirt but struggled, so Jude helped pull it off. Kenneth returned the favor and unclothed his lover. Now fully naked, both men were ravenous for one another.

Their fat smacked together as they gripped one another’s flesh and rolled around the bed. The fireplace was warming the room and the men began to sweat. Jude nibbled at the nape of Kenneth’s neck. Lapping up the salty sweat and then biting onto the roll at the base of his head. This drove Kenneth wild. The younger man was so aroused he couldn’t even touch his own cock out of fear of ejaculation. He was jell-o in Jude’s hands, a massive, heaping, wobbling, pile of gelatin for the taking.

Jude took full advantage. He left no crevice of Kenneth untouched. He was completely enamored by the sheer mass of the man’s every body part. His chest the size of melons, curvaceous and juicy as the fruit itself. His fat pad like a swollen and succulent fruit on the vine, hanging heavy, its own appendage. Kenneth’s cock was sizable and pretty, a majority of it buried in chub so that the head eagerly poked out. Jude slurped at it a bit, pushing back the thick sheets of cellulite encircling strong quads and glutes. Kenneth moaned in ecstasy. He was so close.

Realizing this, Jude pulled back. He reclined next to his lover and pulled, as much as he could, the man’s mass on top of him. Kenneth took the cue and began servicing the deepest folds of Jude’s body. The older man had a delectable crease between his furry chest and belly that tasted sweeter than the cinnamon rolls. Kenneth shoved his face in that crease while gripping a pillowy handful of lovehandle.

He then squirmed lower, pushing the plush mass of Jude’s overhang upward revealing the tender flesh beneath. It was warm and tangier than Jude’s chest, with incredibly supple skin. Once again, Kenneth pressed his whole face into the fold and let Jude’s belly cascade down atop him. He could have suffocated there was so much flesh. He pulled out and gripped Jude’s cock, looking the man in the eyes with a delirious expression.

Kenneth then looked down at what he was holding. He was surprised to realize that Jude’s fat pad was smaller than his own. He could hardly fathom it. Jude’s was the first pubic fat he’d ever seen, and in his imagination it reigned supreme as the plumpest piece of meat he’d ever encountered. It barely seemed possible that Kenneth had a few inches on him. Conversely, Jude had a few inches of cock on Kenneth. Kenneth took the whole thing in his mouth until his nose was lost in Jude’s bush.

“Woah… woah! Woah!” Jude exclaimed.

Kenneth was losing himself and didn’t clock Jude’s apprehension until it was too late. The older man pumped a hot load down his throat with violent thrusts. Once every last drop was swallowed, Kenneth sat up shakily on both knees. Sweat had wet his hair and his expression was that of a needy puppy dog. With an awkward little waddle he saddled up to Jude’s belly and then lifted his own so his man could get a look. Jude nodded. With a few gestures of his hand Kenneth finally let loose a years worth of longing and desire. His balls contracted as sperm jettisoned across Jude, splattering on the headboard and all over the pillows.

Jude’s jaw dropped when he saw the amount of semen flying towards him. Finished, Kenneth collapsed his entire weight onto the bed causing a loud wooden snap to emanate from somewhere beneath them. Nothing shifted or fell, but there was no denying that something was broken. The two men laughed in between trying to catch their breath.

They lay cuddled in silence for about fifteen minutes, until Jude reluctantly spoke up.

“I hate to say it, but how much time do you think we have?”

Kenneth whined loudly before struggling to his feet. It wasn’t easy but he bent down and fished his phone from his pants pocket.

“I have a text from my dad from ten minutes ago. He said two more hours.”

“Not bad. That means we have time for room service. Grab that menu on the nightstand.”

Kenneth handed Jude the menu with a sullen look in his eyes.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t want this to end.”

“Aw, take a seat, chubs. Tell you what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna order a shit ton of food, a bottle of champagne, and then I’m gonna tell you all about how your sister and I are already broken up and how you and I are gonna get married once the dust settles.”

“What-”

“You heard me.”