chapter 8

Break ended and I understood Mason a lot better. I didn't know he was so self-conscious. I knew I loved him and always would. I felt weird. Like I was selfish. I had always just expected Mason to go with what I wanted, or to tell me what I had done was okay, or my problem wasn't that bad. I was selfish. I didn't think I ever asked Mason about any of his problems anymore. When we were seniors in high school I felt so used by him, but over time our relationship had shifted, and I had begun to take more than I was giving.

School started back up and I was ready for the semester to be over. I needed to make sure Greyson understood the relationship between us. I hoped he was back. I walked in a bit earlier than usual and set down my stuff. I remembered our grades would be posted. I found my name.

Oliver Bailey and Greyson Sage A-

I was glad I got an A. Now where was Greyson? He came into class. I grabbed my stuff and pulled him back out into the hall. His arm was soft. He looked very--round. "Greyson, why are you doing this?"

"What?" he asked. I knew he knew what I was referring to.

"You must have gained twenty-five pounds," I said seriously, "You're fat, if you'd care for the more direct approach."

"I did it so you would like--," he said, losing his boldness.

"No, Greyson. I will never like you like that."

"But you like fatty. Why is it so different for me?"

"I love him. I don't just like him--Mason is his name by the way--because he's fat. I like him because he's sweet and funny and nice and he cares about me."

"I care about you."

"You don't really know me Greyson. I've known Mason for my entire life. Mason is the guy I love. Not you. I'm sorry."

"I got fat for you, and I'll get even fatter if you just give me a chance. I'm sorry for being mean before. I'm not a mean person. I'm sorry." He looked so sad. I had the feeling Greyson hadn't had many very good relationships. "Please, Oliver."

"No Greyson. Do you understand?"

"But I could--," he tried to protest.

"Do. You. Understand?"

"Yes, Oliver, I--I understand."

"Greyson, I really am sorry." I walked away. I planned to skip class today. After that I didn't think I would be able to focus at all. I wondered if he would do the same.

I rode home feeling the relief of not having to deal with him any longer. I pedaled hard, feeling the burn in my thighs. I thought about how this would stop hurting Mason. I walked into the apartment and saw that he was still asleep, his belly causing the covers to rise and fall. He was off of work today and didn't have any classes until the afternoon.

I decided I would make him breakfast; I scrambled some eggs, fried some bacon, and baked biscuits. Of course I made way too much, but I was sure Mason wouldn't mind. I went to wake him up.

"Mason," I said softly, my hands on his beefy arm. "Mason, wake up."

"What time is it?" he asked, still half-asleep.

"Ten," I said.

"School's over already?"

"No," I said. "I skipped, but, uh, I made breakfast." That got him to hop out of bed. He was naked; his huge gut stuck out in front of him and his ass stuck out behind him. His large thighs looked even larger and his arms had gotten incredibly muscular. He was so strong. He was now about 370 pounds.

His work shirt had been ruined a few days ago when his arms ripped the shirt sleeves. It kept riding up causing his belly to show its round glory to the world. I had a very firm member asking for him. He noticed me drooling over his body and began to rub his belly, which was really massive even when empty.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather do something else?" he asked.

I had to clear my throat. "If we're quick maybe--no. I mean, breakfast will get cold." He grinned at me and furrowed his eyebrows seriously.

"Fine," he said, determination in his voice. He dashed into the kitchen and finished the seven scrambled eggs, pound of bacon, and fourteen biscuits in fifteen minutes.

I had been getting naked while he ate. I saw him reenter the bedroom and took him in once more, now with a larger, bloated stomach. "You can't be real," I said in awe of his masculine form. I didn't think it was possible to be this in love with a person. I knew we'd grow old together and have a family and be husbands and I was ready for it all.

He sat on the bed and I went over and kissed him. "Let me ride it," he whispered in my ear. I grabbed a condom and the lube and prepped myself. He straddled me for a bit before I actually entered him. We kissed and he worked his way down to my chest, biting my nipples, as if he were still hungry. "***, Oli, you always make me so horny after I eat. It's like you're training me or something." Maybe I was unintentionally. At least it was working.

He positioned his ass so that I could enter his glorious behind. I slid in easily and he moved his ample hips. Damn, Mason had a lot of ass. The familiar tingle came and I felt as if, once again, this was better than the last time. I bucked my hips along with his consistent movement. I felt my cock going in deeper. He moaned and I gasped as we both finished.

"I love you so much," I said. "I want you to know I set Greyson straight."

"Thanks, Oli," he replied. "I love you too." We both were just lying there together for what seemed like the whole day. Around two o'clock he got ready for his class. I told him there'd be food waiting for him when he got home.

Mason and I had never been happier. I was glad Greyson nearly ruined my relationship. It had gotten Mason and I to communicate, strengthening our bond. Greyson even found someone--Bret. They met on a dating website for local gays. Mason and I found out when Greyson invited us out for a double date. We had been thoroughly surprised.

Bret was really sorry about high school. I guess internalized homophobia was pretty mentally draining. Both he and Greyson had been expanding, thanks to all of Greyson's cooking. It seemed like his opinion of big guys had changed.

Life had been good to me. Mason hit 400 pounds a few days ago and even planned to keep growing. He really was a big intimidating guy. I had never thought we'd be this happy together. Life was just funny that way, I guess.

The End!