LTR: A Gaming Story
In March of 1996 just before George Strait was singing about a clear blue sky, I was a twenty year old virgin. In my defense, I had just turned twenty. My birthday is in January. Flint Hill, Alabama was not exactly a gay Mecca and the internet was just becoming a thing here. Other than a love life consisting of mucho masturbation, everything was pretty idyllic.
Mom had an affair, well a series of affairs really, just one of them happen to be with a married man twenty years older than she. I was the result. Mom was the consummate barfly and Dad was a well to do real estate broker. Shortly after high school Mom moved across state to be with her latest boyfriend and left me her single wide trailer. Dad gave me two acres of land out by the county line and paid to have my home on wheels moved out of the trailer park where I had been raised.
I was a Southern boy with a Southern drawl a country mile wide and I never met a shirt I couldn't take off. Between the Southern thing and the gay thing, being shirtless was a bit of an obsession of mine. I had the perfect lifestyle for it though. I mowed grass for Dad during the summer--- every Friday he would drop off the paychecks and the assignments at the trailer. The rest of the time and weekends I worked at a tattoo parlor called the Body Shop.
Luke was my Mom's third husband's cousin's ex-brother-in-law which by local standards made him family. He was four years older than me and an almost crush of mine. He had curly brown hair and blue eyes and a smile that haunted my thoughts. His sexuality was always a mystery and one I was too shy to explore. Regardless he had no problem with his employees being shirtless. He saw it as advertisement and I had already started collecting a few tatts, with a dragon on my back, a couple of nautical stars and a sleeve going up my right arm that never seemed finished.
Then Luke hosted a pasture party one early spring night. I had naturally taken off my shirt in the warmth of the afternoon as I helped Luke pile the brush for the bonfire. Luke then grabbed my shirt and used it to make a torch for lighting the bonfire.
“My shirt?” I protested.
“You know you look better without it,” Luke said with a smirk.
Several hours later the temperature was down in the low fifties. I was cold and frustrated not that I really minded the shirt incident.
People were listening to questionable music, drinking equally questionable drinks, dancing by the light of the fire and fucking like rabid mongeese in the dark. I didn't dance all that well, I didn't drink all that much but I really, really wanted to fuck like a rabid mongoose. Luke had his arms around some girl named Debbie and I watched them slip off into the dark.
“You must be Doug.”
I turned around to see a lanky figure standing in the shadows. He was a few inches taller than I was. He wore a baseball cap and I couldn't make out his features.
“Amanda said you would most likely be the shirtless one,” the stranger explained.
“Tonight it's under protest. I am freezing my butt off.”
“Here,” the stranger peeled off his outer shirt. I slipped it one without bothering to button it. It kind of swallowed me which I oddly liked. I could see that he was still wearing a T-shirt. His arms were thin, pale and long, his hands big with knotty knuckles. I tried to control my mind but I was just too damn horny.
“I'm Todd. Amanda also said you might be looking for help with mowing grass for a real estate...”
“You're hired,” I shook his hand... for a little too long. Fortunately I really was looking for someone to help me. Otherwise I would have gladly paid him to pretend to cut grass and I didn't have that kind of money.
Two weeks later and I had gotten to know Todd fairly well. He was a city boy from Atlanta whose Mom lived in Flint Hill. His Dad lived in Atlanta. Some unspecified trouble had sent him to stay with his Mom for the summer. He was one year older than me. His arms tanned up quickly working in the Sun. His eyes and hair were brown, a color he compared to bird shit. I would have traded my baby blues and dishwater blond for them any day.
He had no real connection to town so we hung out, and ate together. A couple of times he slept on my couch. I was as shy with him as I was with Luke. I just couldn't handle the rejection. However, he was never shirtless in my presence, I mean never and it drove me sex-crazy.
We were mowing a listing. It was vacant. The backyard was private. The heat was in the upper 80s. He was wearing his usual baggy T-shirt.
“You know you can take it off,” I had to go there.
“My shirt?” Doug gave me an adorable quizzical look, “Not all of us can rock the sexy redneck look like you.”
Did he let that slip? He thought I was sexy? Did I hear him right? Suddenly the wrong head was doing all my thinking for me.
“No one wants to see this,” Todd grabbed his love handles without lifting his shirt.
But I did want see that, I really, really did.
“Wait until you gain a few pounds and see if you are still keen on showing off,” Todd grinned. There was something about his tone which was playful. It was sucking me under and there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
“Take off your shirt and I will gain as much weight as you want me too,” I regretted the words as soon as I said them. He would think I was a freak or worse. He would leave and find a real job somewhere. He would avoid me in town. I had almost been here once before...
“You mean I have to run around half naked...” He was grinning.
“All summer, and I do too,” I replied.
“Grab your sun screen,” Doug said.
Moments later I was rubbing his back with the lotion. His skin was pale with a freckle here and there. He did have love handles but I found them oddly erotic. I had to remind myself that I was just rubbing sunscreen on a friend back, not greasing up the world's largest dildo. Just as I almost completed the thought, he turned unexpectedly.
Suddenly my hands were just above his waist and he leaned in and we kissed. Turned out that if there had been doubt as to my intentions, my hard on had long since given me away. Despite the love handles, he almost had a two pack while his nipples were large puffy cones I was convinced I could have bounced a quarter off of. The term skinny fat could have been coined just for him.
I remember him slipping my hands into my pants and grabbing my ass. Soon my pants, boots and socks were scattered in the grass. I didn't wear underwear. Todd's pants and boxers were down around one ankle, with one shoe and sock still on and one shoe and sock kicked across the yard. We explored every inch of each other in the bright sunlight. He struggled with his tangled pants and found a condom.
We were both beyond hard and I couldn't believe the size of his eight inch cock. It was literally twice the size of mine. I only thought the guys in the magazines had cocks that large. As he slipped the condom on me I suddenly realized I was the one expected to do the fucking. I was also dubious that sunscreen could be used as lube. I was thinking too much.
My back was pressed into the grass. I noticed how utterly white my legs were compared to the rest of my body as he sat down on me and began riding me. Something besides Todd was biting my ass. Chiggers? I was a virgin. He was not. My whole body tensed as the pleasure washed over me. It was the best two minutes of my entire life. Still my almost still a teenager cock refused to go down and Todd kept fucking me while he jacked off, finally shooting a load of white hot cum onto my rather underdeveloped chest.
I think we may have finished mowing the grass that day. I am not sure.
On the nights that followed he cooked. I gorged on lasagna and ice cream and chocolate milk. Despite the sunscreen Todd's back was a little red at first, then became tan. There were mac and cheese and cheese cakes and plates of quiche. Todd was embarrassed at first when I took him to the flea markets, or that one grocery store that never minded half naked clientele or we just hung out at the Body Shop. I gained twenty pounds that first month and sixteen the next.
That made Todd and I weigh the same. I thought it meant the gaining was over. We both weighed just over 180 pounds. I had went up a pants size. My nipples were now resting on little mounds of fat and sagging just a little. My belly had went from 32 inches to 40. Old friends would sometimes poke me in a roll of fat. Luke commented that he liked my commitment to growing more canvas for him.
“You said as much as I wanted,” Doug reminded me as we lay, tangled up in each other naked.
I patted my growing belly, “So this is just the start.”
And we kissed a long, slow, deep kiss as the smell of pizza wafted from the kitchen and my stomach growled. I also got better at fucking. It was just a matter of a lot of practice.
