Brothers or Boyfriends: Chapter 1

Kenneth was sweating from the confines of the airplane. He hoisted his luggage into the overhead bin and sat in his designated middle seat. His seatmates did not look pleased when the muscle stud squeezed his pumped body into the confined area. He could sense their displeasure and the social dynamic made him sweat more. He wished he had just booked first class.

Kenneth had been steadfast with his gym routine for several years now and slowly but surely he was outgrowing certain seating environments such as airplanes and old theaters. The other day he even found it difficult to squeeze into a bathroom stall inside of an old building. It didn’t help matters that he was six feet tall. It was awful being both physically uncomfortable and a social inconvenience in these scenarios. Sitting on the plane he almost wanted to apologize for the manner in which his shoulders invaded the other passengers’ personal space.

To top it all off, he was kicking off a winter bulk and the gargantuan protein shake he had downed before leaving the house left his stomach gurgling. Plus, the pouch of fat clinging to his abdomen made him feel even more bulky and overheated. As the plane took off his mass vibrated to the propulsive force of the vehicle and he fantasized about landing and getting another meal in.

Kenneth was on his way to Aspen where he was to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with his extended family. His sister’s wealthy fiance, Jude, had rented a luxe home for a month and a half to host everyone. Kenneth had yet to meet the man but was quite aware of him. Jude was a successful podcaster who made a few million on Patreon before landing a book deal and some TV appearances. His reputation as a hunky chunky bespeckled polisci nerd preceded him. Also in attendance would be his parents, aunt, and uncle who all lived in Vancouver, Canada and would be traveling to meet them. His sister, Valerie, while based in Denver, was currently in Vancouver with the rest of the family.

When Kenneth got off the plane he breathed a deep sigh of relief, spreading his legs wide and stretching his arms far above his head. His thighs had been pressed together the whole flight and his arms were sealed to his sides. It felt good to manspread. He trotted to the rideshare area and felt a vague anxiety bubble up. Something about seeing family always kept him on edge.

He arrived at the house and was impressed by how modern and chic it appeared from the curb. He rang the doorbell nervously. Two minutes passed and he rang it again. Finally, the door swung open. Kenneth was a bit taken aback.

He didn’t anticipate that Jude would have answered. Nor did he anticipate seeing the man dressed as he was. A worn-in pair of navy sweatpants hung from his waist and displayed the outline of his cock quite attractively under the soft entryway lighting. Up top, Jude wore a wife beater with an inch of belly fat hanging out of the bottom and chest hair curling out of the top. He looked frazzled as he misaligned the buttons on a crimson flannel in an attempt to cover up.

“Kenneth?” he bellowed.

“That’s me, good to meet you.”

They went in for a hug and Kenneth could smell the soap and moisture of a recent shower on Jude’s skin. He must have startled the man out of the bathroom. Kenneth was frustrated by his sexual attraction to Jude, an average white man who received an unwarranted amount of attention online.

“Sorry if I interrupted you… Am I the first one here?”

“You haven’t heard?” Jude looked surprised. “The fam is snowed in apparently. All flights leaving Vancouver are stalled for a few days and it also sounds like the roads are pretty wrecked by your dad’s place.”

“Whoa, holy shit…” was all Kenneth could muster.

“Sorry man, but it looks like it’s just you and me for a few days. How ‘bout I show you around.”

Kenneth’s head was spinning at the prospect of being trapped in a mansion with this micro celebrity for two days. He followed Jude’s round bubble butt up a flight of stairs and down the hall to his room. The man was a real piece of meat, Kenneth couldn’t deny it. He had that ex-jock physique that sat well on a man in his late thirties. People on the internet favorably characterized Jude as the white Hasan Piker, albeit a bit older. They weren’t wrong. Kenneth was only twenty five and wondered if Jude’s plump physique foretold his own future. He squeezed the bit of belly fat above his waistband.

“Here it is!” Jude showed Kenneth his room and then led him down to the kitchen.

An empty pizza box sat on the counter next to an iPad and a bottle of whiskey that was half empty. The pantry, cupboards, and fridge were stocked with everything Kenneth’s mom had requested to prepare dinner. Unfortunately, it looked like the majority of it might be going to waste now.

“Is there a gym?” Kenneth asked.

“Man, I remember when I was your age and that was the first question out of my mouth whenever I traveled. Now, it’s usually ‘Where’s the Taco Bell?’ or ‘Did I forget my glasses?’”

Kenneth laughed out of politeness.

“There’s unfortunately not a gym on property, but there is one in town. Maybe ten, fifteen minute drive.”

“Sounds good…” Kenneth awkwardly trailed off. He was hungry and unsure how to approach an evening alone with a straight man he had just met. “Speaking of Taco Bell… why don’t we put in an order and break into that whiskey while we wait?”

“You are speaking my language!” Jude clapped his hands and rubbed them together eagerly.