The Houseboy: Chapter 13

Living in Miami was a wet dream. The food was delicious, the men were beautiful, and the only downside was the humidity. Darius and I went hog wild our first week there. We played on the beach, ate all the Cuban food and fucked like bunnies. This resulted in us both putting on ten pounds in only a week. By the end of our first month in town, I was already sitting at a hefty 280. 

I was really starting to feel the weight again. Most activities left me tired and out of breath, virtually none of my clothes fit, especially around my ass. And although Darius was obsessed with my plush cheeks, finding a pair of pants that fit was frustratingly impossible. The extra girth in my thighs also caused my chub rub to return in full force, and the humidity didn’t help either. Basically if I was outside and doing anything other than eating or sipping cocktails, I was covered in sweat. I was taking showers constantly after realizing how much smellier you get as a big guy. Not only do you sweat more but there’s so many crevices that ripen up. Regardless, Darius and I were loving the extra grime on each other’s bodies which left us both constantly horny.

Our new house was absolutely palatial, and despite all the beach fun and exploring new restaurants and bars, we still spent most of our time at home. The penthouse was in a historic art deco building and much of the tile work and fixtures were original. Darius and I decorated the interior to the nines; plush large couches and seating were in every room along with so many plants it felt like a tropical paradise. We had a chef that came three times a week to prepare us food and a weekly cleaning service. I had never lived so well in my life. 

The best part was the balcony that overlooked the sea. We spent nearly every evening here. We had an outdoor mattress furnished and with mojitos in hand we’d cuddle up and watch the sun set over the water. We were living in paradise. 

Since we’d moved, we had developed something of a fan. He was a young Cuban man named Angel. He came from money and frequented the same bars and beaches as Darius and I. He introduced himself one night over drinks and always chatted us up when we were in town. He clearly was infatuated with us and thirsty for a threesome. We were open to the idea as Angel was drop dead gorgeous. His mop of dark curls framed a chiseled, sun kissed face. His lips were always curled into a devilish smirk, sometimes revealing gleaming pearly whites. 

He had a rather slender frame that looked as though it had grown plumper in his late twenties. He wasn’t fat yet, for most of the weight settled in his rear. It didn’t matter what shorts Angel was wearing, you could always make out the distinct curvature of his rounded butt cheeks encased in tiny briefs or a thong. Angel was definitely aware of this asset and showed it off proudly, often shaking it on the dance floor after one too many cocktails. 

His booty was balanced out by a bit of paunch that rested softly over his waistband. In general, his body was somewhat softened and only ten or fifteen pounds away from turning into a dad bod. Without a doubt, both Darius and I had discussed the prospect of turning those fifteen extra pounds into a reality. However, we were hesitant to begin a relationship with someone especially after just moving to town. 

Over dinner one evening at home Darius relayed the sorry news that in a week he’d be leaving on a month-long work trip to Australia. We knew frequent traveling would be part of his new position, but were saddened nonetheless. When the time came we bid each other farewell and promised to both be thicker when we reunited. Memories of mine and Ivan’s gluttonous time spent at home while Darius was away came rushing back and I texted him once Darius left. 

Harvard was going well for him, although he had lost some weight due to stress. He wasn’t able to indulge to the same capacity due to lack of time and funds. I told him Darius would be happy to send him some money, but Ivan refused. He’d grown distant since moving out and I got the hint he wanted to develop a life away from us. That was probably why he left in the first place. Even still, he did promise to visit over spring break. 

My first night alone was somewhat eerie and I didn’t sleep well. I decided to spend the next evening at an upscale bar with a book to distract my mind. Of course, I wasn’t surprised when Angel showed up looking tipsy and mischievous. The second he saw me he beelined to the empty seat to my left. 

“Two mezcal shots for my friend and I, something top shelf,” he said to the bartender before turning to face me. “And where is your larger other half?” 

“Work trip. Australia,” I shrugged. 

“How tragic,” he purred and traced his finger over my forearm. “I must say, I find you two so very alluring.”

“You’ve caught our attention as well…”

“Oh have I? Two big boys interested in a little ‘ol twink like me?”

I laughed, “something tells me you’re not so little in just the right places,” and looked down at his rump which was pushed out on full display atop the barstool. “You know, I was skinnier than you when I met Darius.” 

“Oh?” Angel looked genuinely surprised which deeply gratified me. “You mean all this,” he said and patted my love handle, “is new?”

“Yessir. 115 pounds in a year and a half. All thanks to my daddy bear.”

Angel’s jaw dropped, “pics or it didn’t happen, honey.”

I showed him some before and after photos which left both of us a little shocked. I really had gained a lot of weight. I looked like an entirely new person from the twink that was fucking Andrew’s scrawny ass all those years ago. My mind began to drift back to that first night in the McDonald’s parking lot and how good it felt to just be free, to eat until I couldn’t. I owed so much of this to Darius. I had to thank him when he returned. 

“Well tell me something,” Angel’s voice snapped me back to reality, “and forgive me if I’m crossing the line, but what’s a little twink like me gotta do to win the favor of two big beautiful men like you and your boo?”

Angel was leaning against my arm, his face inches from mine. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and dreamed of getting my face between those fat ass cheeks of his. I kissed him on the mouth and leaned back to look him in the eyes. He looked surprised, but horny. He placed his other hand on my belly and began to rub it as we made out. I was getting incredibly horny. 

“Your place?” he asked. 

I sighed and declined. Not until Darius was back in town. I wanted this to be a shared experience. 

“Well how about I take you to the best pupusa spot in town. I know you like pupusa’s papi.” 

I obliged and we ordered an obscene amount of food at the tiny restaurant. The chef’s were clearly annoyed but I left a hefty tip as compensation. Angel and I stayed for about an hour, deep in conversation ranging from where we grew up to what it was like living with money. I was surprised to see how much he could pack away in that burgeoning belly of his. He definitely had a big future ahead of him. I could tell he loved watching me eat so I made a pig of myself, spilling on my shirt, burping, ordering seconds. It was all driving him wild. It was like I was Darius all that time ago at the tequila bar, stuffing down food while a young gainer/encourager looked on with eager eyes. I saw myself in Angel, and felt endeared to him. 

I went home alone, giving Angel a scrumptious kiss goodbye. I looked forward to telling Darius about the whole evening and wondered what he was up to at that moment. I stripped off my clothes and plopped into bed. I jerked off thinking about Angel’s juicy rear strapped to my face while Darius fucked me. I fell asleep covered in my own come. 

I awoke to an aggressive banging at the front door. Startled, I threw on a robe that left little to the imagination and swung open the door. Standing before me were two very official looking men. 

“Are you Dylan Drumpen?”

“Y-yes.”

“FBI. We have unfortunate news. Flight FA8279 from Miami to Australia has recently gone missing. We understand your partner, a Mr. Darius… Church was on that plane?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah he was,” my heart was racing. 

“At this time we have no further information about the nature of the disappearance or the status of the people on board. We are very sorry, and hope to have more information for you soon. Until then we advise that you do not speak to any reporters and to contact your local police if paparazzi become a nuisance. Thank you for your time.”

The men walked away while my head spun. What had I just heard? Since when do planes go missing? I closed the door and sat on the couch for several minutes in complete shock. My phone lit up with a text message from Angel. It read: “I just saw the news. Was your husband on that flight? Let me know if you need to talk.”

I burst into tears.