From Lad to Lardass: Chapter 4

Alex was crying over his slice of pizza, a beer glass filled with whiskey and a bit of cola clutched in his left hand. Sam sucked down his own whiskey whilst trying to console his friend. They sat atop Sam’s bed, an extra large pepperoni pizza spread out between them. Sam wore a T-shirt that fit snug around his every curve. It was his first shirt to fit this way and he was proud of it. Alex was literally spilling out of a washed up old ribbed tank top and pair of gym shorts. His body appeared more like the Pillsbury Dough Boy every day.

Their first year of uni was almost finished and so was Alex’s relationship with Camilla. She dumped him. To make matters worse, she was already seeing someone else, a much leaner and more fit tennis player. This fact did not go unnoticed.

Alex burped loudly and hiccuped between his tears, followed by a big swig. He wiped a tear from his face and for the first time Sam noticed that Alex’s face had begun to round out like the rest of him. His once strong jaw now sank into a double chin that completely swallowed up his neck. From his shoulders to his neck to his head, Alex was just a series of rolls.

“Are you not gonna eat?” Sam said. “I’ve already had three slices to your one.”

“Eat more? She clearly left me because I’m too fat. Look at who she’s with now!”

“Who cares, you’re fucking hot. Take my word for it.”

Alex looked up at Sam with glassy eyes and a meek smile. He enjoyed the compliment but tried not to show it. Sam could sense what was going on in Alex’s head. This was his moment if he wanted it. But he didn’t. Sam didn’t want to take advantage of his friend. If they were going to hook up it had to be on more positive terms.

Sam finally got Alex to eat after tempting him with a joint. Once the munchies set in, all bets were off. Alex inhaled the pizza and guzzled glasses of whiskey like it was nothing. They even broke into a tub of ice cream Sam had stored away and made whisky cola floats. By the time they were finished the two lads were beached whales sprawled atop Sam’s bed, waxing poetic about life and relationships. As the weed and alcohol settled in they drifted off to sleep.

Sam awoke in the middle of the night to discover the pair had cuddled together for warmth in their sleep. Sam’s head was in the small of Alex’s scruffy neck, his arm resting atop Alex’s belly which spilled forward between them. Alex felt cozy and soft. His tank had ridden up significantly revealing the majority of his middle. Sam admired the plush belly fat nestled against him. Alex’s dark body hair contrasted with his pale skin. Bright red stretch marks trailed from his belly button to love handles. Sam was impressed. Alex had become a big dude.

He traced his hands over the red tiger stripes, fascinated by their appearance. This sensation stirred Alex a bit, who belched and drove his hips forward. Even in his sleep this man was burping. Sam grinned. With the hip thrust Sam realized that his leg was sandwiched between Alex’s, and was that…? It was. Alex had a boner. Sam flushed with desire upon this realization and began to grow hard as well.

Alex’s legs were big and stout, completely holding Sam in place even though Sam himself was no longer the twink he once was. Sam had gone up two sizes in pants and was significantly caked up these days, not to mention the fact that his belly was also sitting round these days. Still, Alex’s girth was at another level and even with all that padding between them, Sam could still feel the warm stiffness of Alex’s erection.

Alex hip thrusted again and Sam contemplated his next move. Should he make an advance? What if he just started stroking it? Although, the truth was that Sam didn’t even know if he could reach Alex’s cock from this angle, what with all that belly and thigh meat in the way. Another burp erupted from Alex’s lips, sending vibrations through his chub and Sam’s, and stirring him from his sleep.

Alex yawned and removed the sleep from his eyes. Sam feigned being asleep. The two laid like that for several minutes, both awake but trying not to disturb the other. Finally, Alex tried to subtly wriggle free. At least, as subtly as a man of his size could manage. Once Alex was on his feet he belched once more and patted his stomach. Sam felt cold and alone laying on the bed.

With one eye open, Sam spied Alex head for the bathroom, his boner bobbing beneath his shorts. Sam could see him stand before the bathtub, his foreskin pulled back and erection pointed forward. After a few moments a torrent of pee landed loudly in the tub. Alex shook his prick off and then… he started stroking himself.

Sam couldn’t believe it. Alex pumped forward and back sleepily at first. As the pace quickened, one hand reached for his nipple. He started to get into it and then sat on the toilet. He spread his legs wide and leaned back. Even in the shadows you could see his heft jiggle while he pleasured himself. He grunted a bit but not too loud and then he came. He shot a load atop his overhang and navel and sighed. He cleaned up with some toilet paper and then headed back to bed.

Sam was fully awake, hard as a rock, and oozing precum. Alex climbed back on the bed and embraced Sam to continue cuddling. Sam didn’t expect this and it warmed his heart. Alex had an inkling that Sam might be awake and liked the idea of putting on a sexy covert show for his friend. He also enjoyed the comfort of having Sam near and pulled him in close.

As he did so, he couldn’t help but feel the stiffness at Sam’s groin. Alex smiled to himself. Instinctually he placed a hand on Sam’s cock and then immediately panicked and moved it away. He didn’t know what he was thinking. His heart fluttered a bit and his cock rose to attention once more despite orgasming just a few moments ago. Both boys suppressed the desires swirling in their loins and shut their eyes. Eventually, they drifted off to sleep.