It was hot, to hot. The sun beat down on my neck as I bent over the picket fence and applied the white paint to its faded surface. Beads of sweat ran down my forehead and rested on my brow, I painstakingly brushed over one of the numerous planks I had to paint. I cursed my father under my breath as I felt heat radiating from my skin that was sticky with sweat under the white t-shirt that clung to my body. Trying to ignore the blazing heat and the imminent danger of sun burn, I thought bitterly of how Dad had so lovingly thrust the paint brush and bucket of paint into my hands, saying “a little manual labor ought a man you up”. No request issued, not even a please. I painted a few more boards and laughed bitterly to myself thinking about his choice of words, “Man you up”. Dad had been trying ever sense I hit puberty to “Man me up” It started with forcing me to play football which I eventually begged my mom to quit. Then he dragged me to the garage to work on his crappy old Chevy. I had no interest in any of these activities, I tried to tell him I liked art and poems and he just looked at me like I said a dirty word. He was perfectly oblivious to the fact that I was gay. In fact both of my parents were. The sweat became too much as I thought about his failed attempts to connect with me, the memories filled me with disgust. Damn it was so hot; I could feel my shirt stuck to me as continued working. Finally I gave into the heat and stopped, I squinted around down the neat suburban street to see if anyone was around. When the coast was clear I pulled off my shirt and stuck it in my back pocket, hoping that would cool me down a little. I looked around a bit, as I returned to my tedious task. I had never been very confidant with my body, even when I’m alone i can be self conscious. I was an awkward teenager and was just starting to grow out of it… my previously lanky frame gained a bit of muscle and my baby fat smoothed down as I shot up to 5’10. I wasn’t tall or ripped or had a heartbreakingly handsome face. I was normal in every way possible. Most of my friends were girls and the ones who weren’t were much more attractive than I was, toned abs, big arms and chest, handsome faces. At the thought of my friends my heart ached with hurt and the sweat collecting on my forehead burned my eyes. My friends had been planning a summer long tour of Europe and had left the day after graduation. I had wanted to go so badly but my family didn’t have the money to send me on some expensive life experience. Nope. I got to paint the fence instead. My bitterness was palpable as I wallowed in it, cursing and gritting my teeth. “Poor Sam feeling sorry for himself because all his friends ditched him” I thought, the voice in my head taking on the sound of my father. Why the hell was I painting this fence anyway? Dad usually never cared about keeping up the house; he would just work on his car all day. Then I remember Mom had asked him to paint the fence because someone was coming to stay with us or something. Then It hit me. Some close family friends of my mother we’re going on a safari with some friends for the summer and were dumping their kid at our house for the duration of my break. All I knew about him was that he was 18, my age. My mood steadily decreased until I was dunking the paintbrush into the bucket and splattering my cloths with white. “And of course they’ll expect me to show him around and entertain him all summer...” I thought, slapping the oversaturated brush to the fence. Just then I heard a car screech around the corner blaring country music. I watched as a big, baby blue truck sped up the street and turned into our driveway. “Speak of the devil” I mumbled, straightening up and wiping my hands on my pants. I put on my most unfriendly face ready to greet my summer buzz kill, when the truck door opened.
I froze and my mouth went dry, I forgot about being unfriendly as all I could do was gape. He jumped out of the truck beaming, and before I could register what had happened he gave me a big bear hug, my torso still naked. He hugged me pretty close and despite being well muscled in the chest and shoulders, I felt a soft belly press against me as we hugged it out. “ Hey I’m Danny! My parents are friends with your folks. It’s nice to meet ya’!” It took me a second to respond because I was still stunned by what just happened. He talked fast and was grinning from ear to ear, a slight southern twang detectable in his accent. “uhh….. hey” I said lamely, his strong build and handsome features made me nervous. I looked into his face and was lost in his eyes… they were bright and a dark blue, his hair blonde and curly. He wore blue jeans and a t-shirt. He had tucked the shirt into his jeans so his little belly poked out in front of his belt. I found him extremely handsome and something stirred in my crotch as I looked at his small belly. I forgot I wasn’t wearing a shirt until he said.. I see you’ve been working, looking good!” my heart gave a little flop and I said “what?” “The fence… it’s looking good!” he laughed and went to get his stuff from the bed of the truck. I pulled back on my shirt feeling embarrassed and led him into the house. “Danny! It’s great to see you, how was your trip?” my mom asked as we walked into the small kitchen. “it wasn’t so bad, no problems” when he smiled it was infectious and before I knew It I was smiling with him. “Well I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping; you’re probably tired after such a long drive.” I followed them upstairs wondering to myself, “Where is he sleeping? We don’t have a guest room.” She led him into my room where to my great surprise a second bed had been set up on the opposite side of the room. “You’ll have to share with Sam I’m afraid, we don’t have a guest room and the couch downstairs is god awful.” My mom said, showing him which drawers he could put his clothes in and how the shower worked. “I don’t mind sharing, we’ll be like roomies!” he laughed and smiled at me. I couldn’t help smiling back, he was so cute. Before if my mom had told me I had to share my room with our visitor I would’ve had a fit, but now…. My eyes trailed to his belly as he sat down on the bed, it poked out even further when he was sitting down. I had no problem with the arrangements what so ever.
After Danny dropped all his stuff he said “Man I’m starvin’ any chance we could fix some lunch?” “Oh yea, of course buddy, I’ll see if I can find us something, come on” and I led him down to the kitchen. I looked in the fridge for something suitable, not much to choose from, I pulled out a 2 ltr coke and put it on the table. I dug through the refrigerator’s drawers and came up with hamburger meat. While I cooked the hamburger Danny talked away. telling me about himself, asking questions about me, he asked about my friends and what they were like, if I had a girl friend, did I like sports, ect… I didn’t mind him chatting away, I liked the way his face lit up with enthusiasm and he talked animatedly with his hands. I caught myself grinning for no apparent reason, just caught up in his wide smile, deep blue eyes, golden blonde hair. “Earth to Sam, earth to Sam. Do you read me? Over. The burgers are burning. over” I shook myself a little and jumped, hurriedly flipped the burgers on a plate and said “oh… damn…sorry... Just… forgot…” my cheeks burned as I jumbled together an incoherent sentence. Danny didn’t notice though, he was leaning back in his chair laughing hard, his little belly shaking. “smooth move skinny” he said still shaking with giggles, I blushed again and set 4 burgers in front, “yeah well eat up big guy” I said with a smirk, and before I could even think about stopping myself I gave his little gut a quick pat. He just chuckled and grabbed a burger, taking a big bite and smiling at me, his mouth full of food. I grinned back and happily watched him devour all the burgers, talking and laughing the whole time. “Umph! Man those were some good burgers Sam..” Danny leaned back in his chair and sighed. He looked at his plate then down at his bloated gut, “oh sorry man! I didn’t save any for you” he look sorry and unconsciously rubbed his bloated belly, “they were just so good” He said, a innocent little smile playing across his lips. “ Don’t worry about it big guy, you’re a growing boy, you need to eat.” “Haha yeah, growing out!” Danny said rubbing his belly some more. Before I had time to drool over Danny’s bloated form Mom called, “Sam! Dad’s on the phone for you!” I grimaced and left the room. When I finally got off the phone I went back to the kitchen but Danny wasn’t there. I went upstairs and pushed open the door to my room, completely forgetting I now share a room with a cute guy, especially one who was wearing nothing but a towel. I stopped in my tracks and my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t help looking him up and down before I said, “Oh god I’m so sorry! I completely forgot… I’ll leave” I turned to go when he said, “no wait! It’s fine… I feel bad, this is your room. Stay.” I turned around and he was smiling apologetically, not looking embarrassed at all. I walked to my bed and sat down facing him. “I forgot… I mumbled lamely. Sorry about walking in on you” I drank in his appearance; I couldn’t get over how beautiful he was. His tanned arms were muscular and he had big shoulder with a prominent collarbone and a set of big muscled pecs. His belly still bloated from lunch stuck out in front of him as he stood shoulders back, jiggling slightly when he moved. “Seriously don’t worry about it. We’re both guys it’s not like….” He broke off looking down at my pants. My eyes followed his and we both stared at my huge boner, distinct against the fabric of my jeans. My face was bright red and he was still staring at my hard dick. I jumped up flustered and half ran out of the room saying… “sorry..gotta go.” And then I left before he could get out a word.
I was freaking out. I imagined all the things he’d call me, Fag, queer, flamer,homo. I got into the old green mini-van and drove, just drove. I was crying, I had never been this upset in my life. What would he say? Would he tell my parents? I cried even harder as I imagined my father saying “I knew it. I knew you were a fag, worthless piece of shit.” I parked in a deserted parking lot, it was getting dark and the haze from the road was dissipating. I just sat there, crying. I didn’t know what to do, It’s not like I could shut myself up in my room, this old, musty car was the only place I had. I’m not exactly sure how long I sat there, maybe an hour or two? I looked at the clock and it showed 12:44 p.m. I needed to get home. I drove fast, recklessly fast, flying through the dark, almost hoping I wouldn’t make it home. But I pulled into the driveway and unlocked the front door as quietly as I could manage, slipping into dark house like an unwelcomed burglar. I half expected it to be like the movies, my mother sitting in the dark waiting for me to come home, and dramatically flipping on the lights, catching me sneaking in. But it wasn’t like that, everyone was in bed and all was quiet. I fell onto the lumpy, off color sofa miserably and tried to make myself comfortable. “Sam... Honey wake up, breakfast is ready.” My mom was shaking me slightly and I looked at her through bleary eyes, yawning, the smell of pancakes and bacon wafting from the kitchen. I followed her into the kitchen and my heart sank again, Danny looked up as we walked in, meeting my eyes for a brief second, his smile still in place as if nothing had happened. “Maybe he didn’t notice after all?” I was cautious through breakfast and it was easy to stay out of the conversation. My mom asked Danny questions and told him all about the area, he smiled and nodded politely, making it seemed like he was interested in everything she had to say. “And you wouldn’t believe the number of maples in the….” Mom broke off when a loud “BANG” came from the garage door. Mom and I exchanged a nervous glance as Dad came storming into the room, grease smudged on his face as well as a sour expression he directed it me. “The transition I bought off that guy was shitty, now I gotta go into town and buy a new one, great.” He looked at me like it was my fault, and I knew he would somehow blame it on me. “Why don’t Sam and I go get it for you? He can show me around town and you can catch the Yankee’s game.” Danny said, rising from the table. Dad grunted some sort of agreement and plopped on the couch, flicking on the Yankee’s game. I grabbed the keys and we drove to the auto parts store in town. Danny was the man’s man my dad always wanted for a son. He talked all the car jargon with the salesman and we walked away with whatever it was we went there for. I was a bit wary that he would mention something about yesterday, but he found plenty else to talk about. As we were leaving the parts store a loud grumble came from Danny belly that was noticeable in a white t-shirt. We both looked down at it and he laughed, “looks like I need some feedin’ want to grab some lunch?” he patted his gut and we both laughed some more. I steered him towards an all you can eat buffet nearby and I had to fight away any thoughts that would make me to excited.
The food was great. Surprisingly good for a 10$ buffet. I watched as Danny filled his plate and stuffed himself with pizza and pasta and burgers and hotdogs, he went through 5 plates of food while I was still on my second. “Oh Damn… this food is good.” Danny sighed as he finished off his 5th plate. I laughed and teased “need me to get you your next plate? We want to get our monies worth.” He gave a playful grin and said “well those biscuits and gravy did look mighty tasty.” “Of course they did big guy” I laughed and filled up a plate with biscuits and gravy. The restaurant was relatively empty because it was 2 in the afternoon, and we had a secluded booth in the corner. When I came back with the plate of food I saw Danny had unbuttoned his jeans and was rubbing his swollen gut.
“Here you go big guy” I said, putting the food down in front of him, before I sat down that sudden urge came over me again and I patted his gut. He looked at me kinda surprised then gave a sly grin, “trying to fatten me up skinny? I’m about full to burst.” I felt myself blush and said, “well you asked for the food chubby” I reached over and poked his belly. He laughed and said “oomph ... don’t do that slim, I’m packed tight!” “Well you better make some room! You can’t leave a clean plate, not on my watch.” I smirked as he dug into his plate of food, making sure he ate it all. With a great sigh he leaned back in the booth and let out a moan, his t-shirt had rode up as his belly bloated out, he was breathing hard and rubbing his belly in slow, deep circles.
I went stiff again and had to distract myself for awhile, looking at an older couple across the room. The woman looked at me and put in her dentures, that’ll do the trick. I looked back and Danny was still doing his best to turn me on...After a few minutes we got up, (Danny a bit more difficulty than me) and left the restaurant. By the time we got home both of us were surprisingly tired, I dropped Dad’s package on the counter and followed Danny up to our room for a nap. When we got up there Danny’s sheets and pillows were gone, and I realized my Mom must’ve collected them for laundry. The poor guy still looked stuffed and about to pass out, I steeled myself for a moment and said, “You can share mine if you want big guy, you and I both could do with some sleep.” He looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes and nodded, the smallest of smiles playing at the corners of his lips. I drew the curtains so the room was dark then climbed into the right side of my bed, feeling Danny’s weight on the left, adjusting under the covers so we were lying next to each other. My bed was relatively small so my arm brushed against his side; I felt him move his arms and took his shirt off, throwing it into the hamper. “That thing was getting tight.” He said in the half darkness. I moved my had and tickled his belly, “no kidding.” I said playfully. He laughed and I felt his belly shake under my hand, so warm and soft. I rested my hand on his stomach then started rubbing it in slow circles, feeling his distended gut from all the food he had just eaten. He sighed contentedly and said “that feels amazing.” So I kept rubbing in slow circles, feeling his thick fat against my hand. We talked quietly, mostly about eating and his full belly, when suddenly had propped himself up on a shoulder. I could feel a small roll starting to form as his body shifted. I drew it back quickly wondering if I crossed a line. He looked at me and through the dark I could still make out his blue eyes, silvery in the dim light. “What happened yesterday… it’s ok.” He said this in a quite whisper, sweetly, almost lovingly. My heartbeat raced and I stammered, I’m I’m sorry Danny.. I..” he moved his big, warm, callused hand and rested it on my chest, over my heart which was still racing. “it’s ok.” He said again, and he shifted his body towards me and rested his head on my shoulder, his hand still over my heart, feeling as its beats slowed and he could feel me breathing. I stroked his hair as he fell asleep, hi chest pressed against my body and his head laying on my chest now. I drifted off, never feeling this comfortable in my life. Wondering if Danny was hiding a secret of his own.