chapter 5

I figured he would get me a swimsuit that was ridiculously small. That was why I got him one that was even smaller. My board shorts were filled to the max in the thigh region and I couldn't even keep them closed so they hung open.

Steve's ass could really fill out a speedo. I got him a medium, blue speedo that pushed his butt cheeks up over the rim. They looked plump, but his gut drew your attention the way it jutted out. It was full and meaty.

His 315 pound body was ready for the beach. Hopefully the other beach-goers would not think a whale had beached itself. We hopped into my car and got ready to head out when his stomach growled. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah. But we just ate," he said with a laugh.

"When we get there I'll buy you an ice cream." He chuckled.

"I think you're going to have to buy me more than one." He placed his meaty fingers on his belly, which was covered by a skin tight t-shirt.

"Of course I will. I wouldn't want you to waste away." We were off on a day of beach fun.

We got there at about ten and the beach was pretty empty for a sunny day like today. I went and bought him a few ice creams while he set up the blanket. I took him his ice creams and removed my shirt and shorts, which covered the incredibly small board shorts.

He had already removed his outer wear and was happily licking the banana flavored ice cream. I bent down to kiss him and felt the chill of the ice cream still on his lips. It tasted delicious.

We were enjoying the weather and some of the nasty looks we were getting when a jogger came to a halt in front of our blanket. "Steve!?" he exclaimed.

"Yeah?" He looked up from a book he brought along. "Oh." He blushed intensely. "How are you Mark?" He was blushing even harder as he reached for a towel. We both stood up.

"I'm fine, but what the hell happened to you? I mean you're as big as a house!" Steve wrapped a towel around himself.

"Yeah, I guess I have been eating well." He poked him in the belly.

"Eating well? I'd say you've been eating better than that." Steve gave a false chuckle and introduced me.

"This is Edwin, my boyfriend."

"I see. I take it HE'S the reason you're such a pig."

"No. I happen to think we both look pretty good." I was speechless. I mean I didn't know who the hell he was. So for him just to start telling us how...how...large we were was just rude.

"I'm Steve's boyfri...EX-boyfriend." He was speaking to me.

"Ni...Nice to meet you." He was the complete opposite of me. He was super fit, and had such a cut physique. I felt myself go red thinking about the downgrade Steve must have gone through.

He must have been around 5'9". He had long blond hair and small blue eyes, with slight, thin lips. He was smirking with enjoyment and looking me up and down.

"Yeah, sure. We should do dinner, the three of us. Maybe a buffet." He looked over at me and gave Steve a nice pat on the stomach. "I will call you." He jogged off grinning.

"I don't like him," I said.

"He is kind of a jerk. That's why we broke up." Steve smiled, even though I could tell how hurt he was. "He always used to poke my stomach a call me "his little porker." I wasn't even fat then, at least I didn't think I was."

"I sure didn't." I remarked, thinking back to the blind date in which we first met.

"It's because I've always had a pretty big butt." I laughed and took in the sight of his lower half. He had a lot more butt than when we first met, that was for sure.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked, sensing the melancholy he was emitting.

"Yeah, if you wouldn't mind." We packed up our stuff in silence. I hated Mark. He was a complete dick.