Spring Break Forever: Sophomore Year in Miami

Nick found his seat on the plane and observed as Austin asked for a seat belt extender. He couldn’t believe how much fatter his roommate had become in the past year. Buckling himself up, Nick realized he might need to reserve judgment as he too was running out of space. In fact, his shoulders were touching the two seats next to him and his belly was wedged between the arm rests. When his approaching seatmate realized who she was sitting next to, irritation flooded her face. Nick looked at his belly sheepishly as it began to growl for food.

When they finally touched down in Miami, Nick couldn’t wait to get off the cramped plane. He grabbed some McDonald’s in the airport before they checked into their oceanfront hotel and headed out for Cuban food. All the roommates had put on weight but they none really acknowledged it. They were unapologetic about their appetites and pigging out together had become a way for them to bond. At this point they were all gluttons and it was silently agreed upon that after a heavy dinner they would go back to the hotel for a siesta and then hit the bars. That was their routine back home anyway.

As they made their way to the hotel elevator, Nick noticed a gym on the first floor. He knew he should get a quick pump in before going out, but he was just so tired. He caught his reflection in the mirror and realized he probably needed the treadmill more than anything. A brief wave of guilt washed over him as he tried to remember the last time he had even gone to the gym. Winter break really derailed things and spring semester had been so busy… Had it been two whole months? He pushed the thought out of his head.

After his nap he squeezed into his favorite black pants, sucking in his gut to get the button closed. When he exhaled his belly toppled forward. He threw on his favorite henley that showed off his biceps and grabbed his phone to text the guys. As he sat on the bed he heard a loud tear. Both legs of his pants had split right down the thigh. He couldn’t believe it. He struggled out of the tattered denim and threw on a vintage pair of gym shorts.

After everyone had shotgunned a beer and chased it down with a shot of tequila, they headed out. With all four sweaty men in the muggy elevator it was apparent how chubby the group had gotten. Austin was a tub of lard, Colby’s belly was catching up with his ass, Mike looked softer than ever, and Nick… Nick realized that besides Austin he was the biggest of them all. He had a spare tire that put the rest of the guys to shame and his ass was giving Colby’s a run for its money. When did this happen?

It didn’t take long before Nick found drugs at the first club. None of the guys picked up any chicks but that was okay now that they had a plug. They tried their luck at a new spot. This one was especially packed and as they made their way across the dance floor each of them realized how out of place they were. The club was mostly black and latino and nearly every guy there had a six pack and biceps as big around as a cantaloupe.

They tried a few more clubs with similar results before calling it a night and hitting up a local taco stand. After a five block walk home everyone was exhausted and hungry once again so they grabbed some mediocre pizza that didn’t leave anyone satiated before passing out.

The next day they walked the tourist trap but the humidity was too much for their out of shape bodies and they ended up spending the majority of the day by the hotel pool eating shrimp cocktails. That night at the clubs Colby received some attention, but Nick and the others were left in the dust. Eventually, Colby called it quits and went to the gay bars. He was exploring that side of his sexuality more lately and seemed to have better luck with men than women. Nick, meanwhile, was getting frustrated as his luck didn’t improve even with his biggest competition out of the equation.

The girls would look right past him. Sometimes their eyes would flash alluringly against his strong jaw and arms, and then they’d notice the gut he was hauling around and keep moving. Occasionally, after a couple bumps and a shot, he’d muster the confidence to talk to someone only to be cock blocked by a guy who referred to him as “bubba” or “chubs.” The final straw was when he heard a girl comment to her friend: “His belly is hanging out of his shirt.”

“Fuck it,” Nick exclaimed and stormed out of the club leaving Austin and Mike to fend for themselves.

The night was still young and he headed straight for a Taco Bell, his favorite comfort food. On the way he grabbed a small bottle of tequila he shoved in his pocket. At the fast food restaurant, he ordered nearly $50 worth of slop and a Baja Blast which he cut with tequila. He stuffed his face rapturously, polishing off the food in under ten minutes. His belly once again became exposed as he plodded out of the restaurant and bought a street dog on the corner in a stupor of anger, gluttony, and drunkeness.

Feeling wasted and impulsive, he checked Colby’s location and followed him to a nearby gay bar. He got several looks from the guys as he entered: curious, confused, aroused, disgusted, welcoming, distrustful. He headed straight to the bar, where he pressed his exposed and bloated belly against the edge, and ordered two shots of tequila. He downed the liquor and headed to the bathroom to do a bump.

Inside, a young twink swooped in and leaned against Nick’s supple tank. Before he knew it they were in a stall and the twink was sucking him off while rubbing his belly.

“You’re so sexy,” the young guy said. “I love dad bods.”

He slapped and jiggled Nick’s overhang while massaging his cock and developing fat pad. Even though Nick was wasted and had never been with a man, he was so pent up that he didn’t have trouble finishing in the twink’s mouth. He stumbled out of the stall, pants still unzipped, and drunkenly hailed a cab back to the hotel.