Corn Fed: Chapter 3

Just as Liam had begun to lose hope on ever seeing Jeremy again, he ran into the cornfed hunk at the market. The first thing that Liam noticed was that Jeremy was noticeably chunkier. He was wearing the same outfit he had that day at the river, only his John Deere tee no longer fully covered his midsection. Hanging over the waist of his shorts was a decent roll of fat kissing the moist summer air. Thick love handles had also settled on his sides, creating an overall muffin top effect.

Normally, Liam would have been turned off by an overweight guy, but something about Jeremy was different. Liam was practically salivating sneaking glances at Jeremy from across the store. The pudge did not stop at Jeremy’s midsection. In fact, his ass had possibly grown at even a greater pace. He looked practically vacuum packed into those shorts as he gazed eagerly at the grocery shelves, looking to add more fuel to his growing tank. Taking a deep breath, Liam approached Jeremy.

Jeremy seemed taken aback when Liam said hello. He had that same twinkle when they locked eyes at the river, but something else was present as well. A melancholy had saturated Jeremy’s demeanor that was palpable. After making small talk, Liam went in for the kill and invited Jeremy for a beer in the barn. To his relief, Jeremy accepted.

Sitting on a bale of hay side by side, the boys cracked their beers. Sitting down, Jeremy looked even beefier. His belly pushed forward into his lap with a generous curve that ended beneath strong pecs. His thighs spread out beneath him, suntanned and glistening. He looked like an immovable slab of beef hunched over and cradling his beer.

The boys sat inches apart, not quite touching but close enough to feel each other’s body heat. Liam could even whiff Jeremy’s sweat, another strangely arousing characteristic that in the past Liam would have admonished. He had no clue as to why, but this beefy, sweaty, uncivilized boy absolutely mesmerized him.

They caught up and made small talk, eventually hitting on the topic of Jeremy’s grandmother. Jeremy’s disposition noticeably sank. She wasn’t doing well and Liam tried to awkwardly comfort the guy by wrapping his arm around Jeremy’s broad shoulders. Jeremy leaned into his counterpart for comfort and Liam almost toppled over trying to support Jeremy’s heft.

“You’re a good guy,” Jeremy muttered and looked up at Liam with glassy eyes.

Liam gazed back at Jeremy, willing the farm boy to kiss him. An eternity of silence seemed to hang in the air before Jeremy’s head slightly tilted and then finally leaned in for a kiss. He was tepid at first, and Liam was confident this was his first homosexual encounter. Their lips touched briefly for a peck on the mouth. Somehow Jeremy’s energy both relaxed and intensified. They kissed again, this time opening their mouths a bit more. And then again. And then their arms wrapped around each other as beer cans toppled to the ground.

Liam’s anxiety transformed into a libidinous hunger as he gripped the dense roll of fat on Jeremy’s side. The smell and taste of this man drove him wild. Liam’s hand slid down to Jeremy’s ham-like thighs as they made out. Despite the fact Jeremy’s bottom half had clearly swollen with several pounds of new chub, his thighs felt surprisingly firm. Liam’s hand continued to travel towards Jeremy’s groin until finally he was gripping the farm boy's hefty sausage through strained denim.

Jeremy was hard as a rock and clearly enjoying himself, but something about Liam’s hand on his rod caused the energy to shift. Jeremy pulled his head back and looked at Liam with wild eyes. He then looked down at his groin and blinked in disbelief. Jarringly, he stood up from the bale of hay and took a step back, staring at a flustered and confused Liam.

“I uh, I… I gotta go,” Jeremy sputtered and darted out of the barn in a panic.

Liam watched Jeremy leave in stunned silence. Just as quickly as his sexual fantasies had come to life, they had abruptly stormed out the door.