chapter 6

I took off my clothes and went into my bathroom. I turned on the shower and sat under the water. It had been one of the worst nights of my life. I had sat there until the water ran cold; even then I sat a bit longer. I got out and put on some pajamas.

When I went back downstairs everyone had gone home. The food was still out and my Gran was sleeping. I put the potato chips in a cupboard. Next I grabbed the tray of chicken wings. I had ordered a hundred of them.

Javi could eat 26 chicken wings in one sitting. We counted once. It appeared that only about 26 had been eaten tonight in total. My nostalgia was interrupted by a loud banging on our back door. I nearly dropped the tray. Zorro stood hunched over, leaning on the door.

I walked over to the door and pulled it open violently. "I'll call the cops if you don't get off of my property!" My voice squeaked as I said property. "Go away!" I went to close the door, but he shoved his foot in between the base and the frame.

He pushed the door open and I fell back against the counter. He walked up to me and I looked at his eyes beneath the mask. He looked crummy. He grabbed my arms, and kept them against my sides firmly. It kind of hurt.

He pulled me close into his body and grabbed me tightly. "I'm so sorry." He held on to me for a good five minutes and neither of us said anything.

His stomach was bloated and meaty. Had he been holding it in before? It surged forward a bit more and pressed against me.

He was so wide and warm and he smelled like cinnamon under all the booze. I was so wrapped up in the moment, I hadn't noticed Gran making her way over with a frying pan.

She hit him hard on the back. He let go and stumbled over to the back door. "Gran! Gran! It's Javier!" He pulled off his mask and Gran squinted, trying to see if it was so.

"Goodness, it is him, isn't it?" She laughed. "Oh, well, I'm sorry boys. Good night." She set her weapon of choice on the counter and sauntered off to her bedroom.

"Are you staying here tonight?" I asked, my breath short from all the excitement. He could really take a hit. Aside from the initial shock, he seemed perfectly okay.

"Can I?" he asked. I nodded. "Can I get something to eat?" I handed him the chicken wings and he started on them. We sat in near silence for twenty minutes, the only sound was him chewing. He beat his old record by two. "Can I borrow something to sleep in?" he asked.

"You know we can't do that anymore, you're too tall." At least when he was just fat he could kind of fit my pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.

"Can I sleep naked?" he asked. He was so drunk. It was less apparent now, but it was still noticeable. "These pants are so ***ing tight."

"Whatever...," I said nervously as I helped him up to my room. Managing the stairs was complex with most of his weight pulling us down. "You can take my bed," I said as he staggered over to my mattress. He wasted no time getting out of his costume. Black really was slimming, because he looked so much larger out of his costume.

He wore a pair of black briefs as well. I glanced down at his basket, the bulge quite evident, and then at his stuffed belly. He wobbled back and forth as he took off the underwear, his belly squishing into different shapes as he did so. He leaned too far forward and tripped.

He flew towards me. With all the bulk he was carrying around, he nearly knocked me out. We hit the ground awfully hard and with a loud thud.

"Hahahaha!" He laughed. He was getting an erection. Because he was getting an erection, I was getting an erection. It was just erections for everyone! My face burned red.

His brown skin was warm and he had a pretty pronounced happy trail. He rolled from on top of me and his penis was as hard as a steel rod. It pointed upwards toward the fleshy paunch he had acquired these past few months.

"I'm sorry Reese's Cup. I've been a huge dick l-l-lately, haven't I?" He turned on his side and looked at me. I hadn't noticed, but my erect penis was sticking out of the front opening of my PJ's. "So, are you gay?" That was so abrupt. My mouth was dry.

"Uh, yeah...I am." I said lowly, feeling both joy and sorrow. He knew now what I had wanted to keep from him, but he knew and that was what was really important. "I've liked you for a really long time Javi. I liked you before all of this."

"Claire complains when I eat. We didn't even sleep together. She tells me I'm getting fat." His hand wandered to his round gut and he rubbed it lightly. "You never complained about that..." His words trailed off and he nodded off into slumberland.