Brothers or Boyfriends: Chapter 2

The men were sweating their balls off. Even with the windows open there was little they could do to alleviate the heat they were generating in the kitchen. They wiped the sweat from their brows and rubbed their bloodshot eyes while chaotically spinning together a Thanksgiving dinner for an absentee family of seven. Despite their inexperience, things were coming together surprisingly well.

Earlier that morning, over a morning doobie and irish coffees, Jude and Kenneth decided they might as well cook the damn turkey even though their family wouldn’t be there to eat it. Once that was decided upon, they realized they might as well cook the rest of the menu as well. Why let the ingredients go bad? And so, with brains fogged by weed and alcohol they dug into Kenneth’s mother’s recipe book with gusto.

Throughout the day they sampled their wares and stayed properly topped off with food and booze. Kenneth wore one of his stringer tanks he typically wore to the gym, letting his pecs and pits air out comfortably. Jude wore a cotton T-shirt with a Patagonia fleece vest stretched over the curve of his constantly swelling belly. Kenneth was equally bloated but it was less obvious under the loose fabric of his tank. As evening set upon them and the turkey neared completion, they rushed to put together the last few dishes.

Finally, the timer dinged and they stumbled across the finish line. Jude hoisted the massive bird from the oven with pride and the two men cheered. Their drunken race to the finish line had bonded the pair who high fived and decided to take a breather on the couch. They breathed heavily in silence.

“You look pretty stacked for a guy your age, you know that?” Jude said.

Indeed, Kenneth’s biceps looked like soft balls and his tits sat with a heaviness that was hard to ignore. Veins pulsed down his arms. His shoulders could support a demon twink on the left and an angel on the right. Even his thighs spread out with a hearty musculature that could surely burst a watermelon if he tried.

“Thanks,” Kenneth replied, “I’ve put in the work.”

“And I haven’t,” Jude guffawed.

As he chuckled, his shirt rode up a bit to reveal a sliver of hirsute belly fat. Kenneth couldn’t help but notice, especially given the conversation. He could even spy what appeared to be soft red stretch marks. Still, despite the wad of fat hanging off his midsection and the gooey thighs resting below, Jude had a bulge that was constantly visible. Even sitting in loose denim on the couch Kenneth could make out the outline of Jude’s dick. It looked appetizing.

“Say, let’s smoke another joint, set the table, and dig in?”

“Down,” Kenneth affirmed.

After polishing off the joint and filling the table with their homemade feast, they sat down overwhelmed. The heady mix of marijuana, booze, and being on their feet all day had left them woozy and unsure where to begin. Jude took the lead by carving the turkey and soon after they went all in. The TV in the background was set to a nature show that happened to be featuring wild animals bulking in preparation for winter. The men were so focused on eating they didn’t even notice the parallel.

As the munchies kicked in they slowly worked their way through every dish on the table, stretching their stomachs to previously unknown capacities. They mostly ate in silence. Too stoned and with mouths too full to talk. Although, they did compliment one anothers culinary acumen on certain dishes. It was evident that Jude favored sweets and Kenneth savory. Jude tore through the pies like a fiend and Kenneth downed enough turkey and stuffing to feed a horse.

Kenneth tapped out first, groaning and expressing disbelief at his appetite. He placed his hands on his belly which felt tight as a drum and wondered how much protein he got in. Tomorrow he would have to hit the gym. Standing from the table lazily he put some of the leftovers in tupperware and headed to this room for a nap.

Meanwhile, Jude found himself entranced by the pecan pie. He had already consumed three quarters and knew he should stop. With one more scoop of ice cream from the fridge he polished off the entire pie and unbuttoned his pants. If the wooden dining room chair had not been so uncomfortable he probably would have fallen asleep sitting up. Instead, he lurched onto his feet and struggled up the stairs to his bedroom.

Kennth awoke at 3am and took a massive shit. Wide awake, he found himself surprisingly hungry. He threw on a hoodie and headed downstairs. As he descended the staircase it sounded like someone was in the kitchen. Was Jude awake? Nervous about an intruder, Kenneth tiptoed to the kitchen and was startled by what he saw.

Jude stood wearing only a jockstrap, his dimpled ass cheeks completely eclipsing the bottom strap, as he washed down a chocolate brownie with egg nog. Open leftover containers surrounded him. For the first time Kenneth got an unadulterated glimpse of the man’s form. His stout shoulders were as wide as his firm love handles, separated by a thick roll of fat curving down the middle of his back. A sound caught his attention and he turned around with shock and embarrassment to see Kenneth standing there.

“Ohmp, I’m,” he struggled with his mouth full, “sorry.” He gulped the brownie down. “I thought you were asleep.”

Kenneth was a bit shocked and couldn’t help but stare at the man’s solid overhang and soft pecs. A dribble of egg nog was caught in his chest hair. He looked like an absolute pig as his face flushed pink with embarrassment.

“No worries,” Kenneth finally got out. “I was hungry too, and… yeah.”

“Here, try this,” Jude said, beckoning Kenneth closer. “I just made a brilliant discovery. Brownies with the marshmallow whip from the sweet potatoes.”

Jude scooped a hunk of the marshmallow whip onto a brownie and held it up to Kenneth’s mouth. A bit hesitant, Kenneth opened up. Jude stepped closer so that his overhang was now barely grazing Kenneth’s shirt as he fed the younger man a large bite.

“And wash it down with egg nog of course,” Jude handed Kenneth his glass.

“It’s good,” Kenneth said as his cock began to rise to attention in his sweatpants. Panicking, he said, “that’s all I needed, I’m gonna head back up.”

“Here, take the rest,” Jude shoved the whole tray against Kenneth’s baby paunch.

“No, it’s okay.”

“C’mon take it to your room. You’ll want it later.”

“Sure,” Kenneth acquiesced and scurried off.

Locking his door he shoved a handful of brownie into his mouth and unlocked his phone. He opened an incognito window and frantically searched for shirtless photos of Jude while pulling at his cock. He found some from when Jude was younger and more fit. Then he found some comparison photos and even a video timeline of Jude’s weight gain. People on the internet were so strange, Kenneth thought. Although, this was actually kind of hot…