The Quarantine 15: Chapter 5

3 months of Quarantine

Alex wheeled the tiny camping barbecue he had bought onto their balcony, if you could call it a balcony. It was more like a strip of concrete with barely enough room for some plants. Still, Emilio had been craving barbecue and Alex was determined to make it a reality for a celebratory Friday night. He was making ribs and burgers with a side of fries and had also picked up a 30 pack of beer and some champagne that was sure to last… at least the weekend. 

In the last few days, summer had begun to heat up and there was electricity in the air. After the protests people seemed to let their guard down regarding COVID and the parks were flooded with group activities. The two roommates were hesitant to risk getting sick and had turned down a few invitations for such romps. To compensate, they were throwing a small barbecue for themselves. 

Lately, the ever-rising temperatures were becoming unbearable for the boys’ new swollen bodies. It didn’t help that their apartment had no air conditioning either. Earlier in the quarantine they had forgone clothes out of laziness and expanding waistlines, but now they were walking around nearly naked simply so they could cool down from the heat. 

Alex sat on his legs with his lower half indoors and his head and shoulders poking out onto the balcony to prep the barbecue. This position forced his rump to stick out, barely clad in a pair of overworn, stretched thin boxer briefs. From this position half of his ass crack was fully visible and his love handles drooped off his sides. Emilio silently admired the view as Alex became increasingly slick with sweat. 

Emilio, meanwhile, was doing everything he could to avoid breaking a sweat inside. He laid sprawled on the couch in nothing but a new pair of basketball shorts, sans underwear, that were already feeling tight around the waist. In one hand he held an icy cocktail, a paloma with extra sugar, and in the other was a handheld fan directed at his face. 

Emilio found the most frustrating aspect of his weight gain to be the pad of fat that clung underneath his chin. He didn’t love how it changed the shape of his face and he especially didn’t like the sweat it was currently collecting at the crease of his neck. Otherwise, he was quite enjoying his new body, especially his belly, which was coming in as round and soft as his already massive ass. With a stroke of genius he set his glass on his belly, allowing the perspiration from the drink to drip down the curvature of smooth pudge and cool him off. 

An hour and a half later and the house was decorated like a tiki bar, Emilio had baked fruit tarts, the food was almost grilled, and the boys were feeling a bit tipsy. 

“Let’s pop the champagne!” Emilio exclaimed. 

They shot the cork out the window and into the abyss and poured two glasses of bubbly. 

“Why don’t we link arms and sip?” Alex suggested. 

The boys stepped closer and locked their arms together. As they did so, to each of their surprise, their bellies touched. The plushness of their warm fat abdomens meeting sent shivers of arousal through both of them, though they each tried to hide their desire. They simultaneously sipped their cheap champagne with their stomachs pressed together and then awkwardly separated, still yearning for more. 

“Now, let’s eat!” whooped Alex. 

Emilio stacked his plate full of ribs and then built his burger and grabbed some fries from the kitchen. Alex excitedly knelt forward to grab his food off the grill and then recoiled with a sharp “ouch!”

“What happened?” Emilio queried. 

“I burnt my belly,” he said with an element of sorrow while rubbing the bright red burn. “I guess I forget how much space this thing takes up now.”

“Let me see,” Emilio replied and kneeled down to take a look. 

Up close, he noticed just how momentous Alex’s beer gut had become. It looked irresistibly round and supple with an undeniable overhang. He even spotted the beginnings of faint white stretch marks near the man’s belly button. Emilio was impressed and longed to grab it. 

“I’ll kiss it better,” the former twink grinned and placed his lips on the burn near Alex’s belly button. 

Alex tried not to shiver in ecstasy when Emilio’s soft lips made contact with his overhang. Fighting back an erection he awkwardly cleared his throat. Emilio then rose to his feet, still standing close enough to smell Alex’s breath, so that their bellies pushed against each other once more. The two held steamy eye contact for several seconds until Alex broke it off and returned to stacking his plate. 

The sexual tension in the room lowered, but did not dissipate, as the roommates dug in. As per usual, the boys ate and ate and ate. They stuffed their stretched out stomachs to max capacity and then some, pouring alcohol on top of the food that gurgled inside of them. After about forty minutes of rabidly stuffing their faces and chugging champagne and beer they had finally polished off all the food that had been prepared. 

“Oh gaawwwd,” Emilio moaned and clutched his pot belly. “I’m so fuullllll.”

“Same dude, same,” Alex said and grabbed another beer from the fridge. “It’s goddamn hot in here.”

As he drunkenly spun around to face Emilio his burnt overhang knocked two champagne glasses off the counter. They shattered on the floor. 

“Fuck man, bull in a China shop over here,” Alex sighed. 

Emilio was too stuffed to function and plopped down face first onto the couch. Meanwhile, Alex fumbled for the dustpan and bent over to clean up the mess with a hearty grunt. Bending over was becoming quite difficult, especially when inebriated. Sweeping up the glass caused him to lose his balance and his ass hit the ground with a heavy thud that shook the apartment. Now, the hard part was getting back. Alex had to shift his weight so his belly was tilted toward the ground and then hoist himself up with a nearby barstool. 

After dumping the debris Alex waddled to the living room where Emilio was still ass-up incapacitated on the couch. Alex marveled at the mountains of fat that composed Emilio’s buttocks. The young man’s basketball shorts were so ill fitting that they couldn’t even cover the top three inches of crack and the circular spaces between the mesh were stretched into ovals. Plus, Emilio was not wearing underwear, likely because there was no room, and Alex could glimpse the fuzzy skin pushing out from the distorted fabric. He wanted nothing more than to sink his face between those two swollen ass cushions.

“Dude, I hope you don’t mind my saying but your ass is looking THICK these days,” Alex was practically salivating and took another gulp of beer. 

“Yeah man, it’s getting pretty big- it just won’t stop growing. It’s so soft lately…”

“Really? I mean it looks firm still,” Alex said bashfully. “Like I only mean it’s still perky, it looks good is all…” 

“Would you wanna massage it? I tried working out this morning and it’s kinda sore… I mean, only if that’s not weird.” 

Alex needed no further prompting. He straddled Emilio’s beefy thighs and placed his palms on the mesh-clad cheeks before him. Pushing his hands down, Alex squeezed two overflowing handfuls of rubbery ass, causing the fat to dimple from the pressure. He had fantasized about this moment for so long that he instantly sprung and erection, but that only encouraged him to go further. He kneaded Emilio’s rump hard and sensuously, as though it were the most plush thing his fingers had ever come in contact with. Alex marvelled at the way the fat rolled beneath his hands as Emilio let out a soft moan, encouraging Alex to pull down the shorts. 

With Emilio’s bare ass in his face, Alex’s massage became a bit more vigorous and occasionally he would part the cheeks to get a peak at what they protected. Emilio was growing hard as well and was subtly pushing his ass out even further, waiting for Alex to take the next step. Impatient, Emilio twisted around that the two men were facing each other. 

They looked into each other's eyes, drunk and filled with desire, Alex’s belly pouring forward and and meeting the chub that pooled at Emilio’s abdomen. There was no hiding their throbbing erections, yet they were still hesitant to make the next move. Alex instinctively leaned closer and Emilio subtly nodded. With that, Alex moved in for a kiss, his buttery belly warmly embracing Emilio. Their lips finally met. Electricity seemed to course through their veins as their lips parted and they made eye contact once more. There was no denying what was to come next, and they began to make out.