Resident Encourager: Chapter 2

October

Will awoke to a loud metallic sound and looked at his phone. It was 3am. Knowing exactly what he’d find, he stumbled out of bed and looked out the peephole of his door and down the hallway. Sure enough, there was Rourke, wearing nothing but briefs and rummaging through the snack closet.

The snack closet had become a big hit with all the boys, but especially Rourke. Nearly every time Rourke passed by he grabbed something to munch on. Most evenings, in the midst of playing video games or coming home from drinking, he’d get a snack. And sometimes, deep in the middle of the night, he’d wake up craving something delicious. If it wasn’t for the fact that Rourke had noticeably gained weight, Will would have become annoyed that he was not leaving anything left for the rest of the boys.

As Rourke stood in the hallway half awake, Will admired the young cub. Rourke’s belly was on the brink of an overhang. If it wasn’t for his muscular frame and how compacted his belly fat was, Rourke’s gut would be hanging and wobbling all over the place. Will gleefully watched as Rourke shoved a handful of peanut M&Ms in his mouth, scratched the stretch marks around his belly button, and picked the wedgie between his bulbous butt cheeks. The boy definitely needed to buy some new underwear because these were in a losing game when it came to covering him up. The lower half of his fuzzy ass cheeks hung out at all times. Rourke grabbed one more handful of M&Ms plus a bag of chips and returned to his room. Will went back to bed with a raging hard-on.

The next afternoon he was examining the damage Rourke and the other boys had done to the snack closet. He was impressed. He had to restock nearly every week since installing it, which was hard on his bank account but worth it. Encouraged by how his first scheme was paying off, Will began to plan for a group outing to Applebee’s later in the week. As he worked on the budget and scheduling in his room he got an email from the administration. A new boy named Chris would be joining the floor.

Curious, Will began searching social media for this person. He discovered that Chris had gained some notoriety as the first openly gay player on the football team. There were even some articles from small queer publications on him. Will was stunned by the boy’s beauty in the polished photographs they included with interviews. Chris had a clean fade that turned to a tousled dark mop on top. Large eyes and a cherry red lips lent him a boyish quality that was offset by his dense scruff and impressive musculature. From what he could tell, Chris was already a bit beefy but not quite fat. Unfortunately, all of Chris’ social media were set to private so Will would have to wait and see him in person.

After a few hours, Will had the Applebee’s date set and was heading to the lobby to greet Chris. He was nervous and excited about interacting with another gay guy and hoped Chris would like him. When Will made it downstairs and first laid eyes on Chris his heart skipped a beat. Chris was even more attractive in person. His shoulders were impossibly wide and his biceps incredibly big. Plus, even more delightful, Chris was significantly pudgier than Will anticipated. He had an even layer of firm fat encasing his entire body with a but of a curve at his midsection. Will flashed him a big smile and shook his hand.

“Are you Chris?” he said, knowing full well he was.

“Oh hi, Will?” Chris said.

“Yessir, I’m your RA. Why don’t you follow me upstairs and I’ll show you around.”

“Certainly,” Chris said and flashed a big smile that Will was unsure how to interpret.

Will led Chris upstairs, regretful he wasn’t getting to watch the former football player from behind. He showed Chris his room, the bathrooms, the game room, and, of course, the snack closet. Chris had a delightful demeanor and was very gracious. Even if he hadn’t been gorgeous and gay, he was shaping up to be one of Will’s favorites.

“Oh and one last thing,” Will said before heading back to his room, “this Friday I’m taking the whole floor to Applebee’s for some group bonding. If you’re available it would be great if you could join.”

“I’d love to. I love Applebee’s,” Chris laughed. “That volcano cake is a guilty pleasure.”

“There’s no guilt in pleasure,” Will replied flirtatiously. “Anyway, if you need anything you know where I am and you have my number. Don’t hesitate to reach out.”

By the time Friday rolled around the whole floor was buzzing about a free meal. Will was quickly learning that there was no better way to reward college students than free food. The wait staff had combined multiple tables in preparation for the reservation of ten young football players. Much to Will’s delight he was seated next to Chris and Rourke. Unfortunately, Jake was nearby too, but he would just have to ignore that.

The table ordered four appetizers and drinks to start which all disappeared quickly. All of the boys were greedy when it came to appetizers and food in general, but Rourke was noticeably piggish. He would lavish everything in sauces and creams while shoving more than was appropriate in his mouth at once. Impressively, none of the boys slowed down by the time the main course was served. Will was pleased to see that Chris had just as big an appetite as anyone, scarfing down his food like it was going to run away if he didn’t.

Rourke finished early and was clearly still ravenous. He began asking those around him for bites of their food, to which most people begrudgingly agreed while Jake watched with disgust. After inhaling the remainder of Will’s plate, Rourke let out a reverberating belch.

“Jesus Christ man, contain your gluttony will you? We’re in public,” Jake exclaimed.

Rourke laughed and rubbed his belly, “Don’t be jealous.”

“Honestly, you’re all acting like pigs,” Jake replied.

“Shut the fuck up,” someone at the end of the table retorted. “You’re not so skinny anymore either, Jake.”

“Yeah,” someone else agreed, “you’ve been looking a little paunchy lately. And it doesn’t look like you’re slowing down on the beer.”

Jake removed his hand from the empty beer glass he was nervously playing with.

“Honestly,” Rourke said, “I think your shirt’s riding up a bit in the back there. Is that a love handle I see?”

Jake’s face began turning red. “Fuck you guys,” he said sheepishly.

“Now now,” Will cut in. “Be nice, we’re a family here. It’s totally normal to put on some weight after quitting a sport. There’s no shame in that. Now… let’s order dessert.” Will turned to Chris and grinned, “I know what you’ll be having.”