From Lad to Lardass: Chapter 1

Alex belched so loudly that several people at the pub turned and stared. At this point, he was drunk enough that he barely noticed. He just kept on eating. Alex and Sam were at Sunday roast at a high end pub known to have some of the best grub in town. The two 21 year olds looked like an unusual pair, and they were.

Both hailed from the same small village in the English countryside but that was about the extent of their similarities. Alex was the taller of the pair and significantly bulkier as well. He weighed about 14 stone, most of which was muscle. A bit of extra padding clung to his waist but not so much as to eclipse the fact that he was a bona fide jock. In high school, Alex played almost every sport incredibly well. He was now attending university with a wrestling scholarship.

Sam was also attending school on scholarship, but for academics. Sam was an excellent student and incredibly intelligent. He looked bookish. Glasses framed his gaunt face and clothes hung loosely from his boney limbs. Sam was an undeniable twink and incredibly good looking, but he didn’t get out much and lacked confidence around men. He was even intimidated by Alex, even though the two had become very close since moving to London.

See, Sam and Alex barely spoke when they were in high school. They lived in two separate worlds despite their village being quite small. However, when the two boys found themselves attending the same elite university in London, that began to change. Alex reached out to Sam and after a couple of drunken nights out the boys became close.

Sunday roast was Alex’s favorite pastime and although Sam didn’t have the biggest appetite he agreed to join most weekends. Alex always ordered the full spread and pounded back numerous pints while chowing down. Of course, Sam didn’t have the same capacity but he tried. Alex was always encouraging him to keep pace and lead by example. Eating big seemed to come naturally to Alex, who made pigging out seem like one of life’s greatest pleasures. In this way, Alex was somewhat inspiring.

Sam often found himself giving in to gluttony around Alex, for no reason other than maximizing his enjoyment in life. He had never been a big foodie back home, but Alex demonstrated just how delicious and satisfying a good meal could be. He even boasted of the contented feeling that came along with a full belly. Of course, Sam’s focus remained on academics but he didn’t mind indulging and letting loose when Alex was around.

So when Alex ordered another round of beers for the table Sam did not protest.The only thing was that Sam had to pee before any additional beer went into his body. He excused himself and headed for the toilets. The pub bathroom was a long room full of urinals with no barricade in between and as soon as he entered he saw about five flaccid willies taking a piss. He couldn’t help but eye them as he headed for a stall. Sam was too pee shy to go in front of all these men but he didn’t mind stealing a glance.

Sam had known from a young age that he was gay. It was probably one of the reasons he was so quiet. There were no other gay people in his village and he didn’t want the attention, positive or negative, of being the only one. So he stole another lascivious glance as he exited and returned to the table, a bit buzzed and aroused.

When he sat down, Alex was scooted back a bit from the table. His belly appeared swollen and his legs were spread wide. Alex had clearly put on some weight since moving to London. His package was also hanging heavy in the crotch of his chinos. Sam couldn’t help but notice, especially after seeing all those pricks on display in the bathroom. He could tell that Alex’s was bigger than those other guys.

Meanwhile, in a bit of drunken reverie, Alex found himself admiring Sam. He appreciated his friend’s bony yet strong features and the width of his shoulders despite not working out in the slightest. Alex knew that if he missed too many days at the gym he would lose the hunky broadness he was known for. Sam seemed to possess it naturally.

Alex wasn’t gay, at least not entirely. He had only slept with women before but sometimes he found himself attracted to men. He enjoyed porn with two men and a woman and frankly was open to experimenting. He knew that Sam was gay. It was obvious. But he didn’t care or think about it that often. He just enjoyed the company of someone smarter and less gregarious than himself.

Alex belched for the millionth time. He patted his distended stomach a bit.

“I’m quite full, this next pint is gonna be difficult,” he said.

“Something tells me you’ll be fine,” Sam joked.