Office crush

Chapter 6

The day passed with us wanting each other. We decided to "work late." I really wanted him to hug me. I missed just being connected to another person. I walked into him and he put his arms around me. His belly pushed into my flat stomach making me get an erection. I hadn't felt him in a week. I pinched his love handles. I grabbed his ass and felt its extensiveness. I felt his wide back, then his ass again.

"Hey, Dave needs that presentation before you check out for today..." Henry. Work was OVER. Damn it! We really needed to remember to lock that door. "Oh. Wow. You two? I know your fat and everything, but I thought you could do better Adam. I mean, Jack? Really? He's so ugh, and what's with the weird contacts?" My eyes were naturally an ice blue, my best feature if I do say so myself.

I would like to say I walked over to him and kicked his ass. I really would. I just was holding back tears. Why did him saying that hurt me so much? Why didn't I feel good enough? I wasn’t ugly. I used to think I was alright looking. "You need to...to...uh" I mumbled, terrible at insults.

"To shut the fuck up" Adam! Bless him!

"What the fuck? You think because I kissed you I thought you were cute? You're better than him, but you’re not a ten with all that fat on you."

"He's a hundred" I said.

"Oh, really?" he said sardonically.

"He's better than you. You’re nothing more than trash." Adam to the rescue! I really loved him. He was getting angry, though. He always got angry, that was why I was shocked he didn’t kill me earlier. He was at least 115 pounds bigger than him and he was so strong. He even had about six inches too. He made two fists.

"What's wrong tubby, hungry? Please, as if you could catch me." He did. He beat the fuck out of him. I had to pull him off. Thank god work was over. He grabbed my hand and we went to my car.

"I'm starving." I smiled at that.

"You deserve some food." I was still holding his hand. "I can't believe you did that." I felt his hand tighten around mine,

"I hate when people make fun of people."

"I do too."

"I think I should tell you something...over dinner." We went and grabbed some pizza (my suggestion) and went back to his place. He ate and ate and ate until the two pizzas were gone. I saw his full belly and wondered how much he weighed. We were on his couch and I inched closer to him so I could rub his belly. It was nice and firm, as were his pecs.

"How much do you weigh now?"

"271," he said. God, I got hard with that number.

"That's so big." I kissed his belly and began to lick his navel. I undid his pants and he helped me by shaking out of them. Next he was on top of me leaning his belly onto my flat stomach. It felt good and warm. I loved his weight. He kissed me harder and harder.

He stood up. I turned around, laying on my stomach, and removed my pants and underwear. Ass in the air, he got back on top and I felt him enter, his gut resting on the small of my back. I felt it bouncing slightly. It felt so good. I moaned happily, as did he. It has been a week and I missed this pleasure. Next thing I knew we were naked on his couch. "That was great" I said.

"It was.” I heard his stomach grumble.

"You're hungry again?"

"Yeah…I guess I really like food now."

"Good."

"I 'll get something from the kitchen, you want something?" I told him I didn’t want anything. He got off the couch and I saw his titanic ass. I literally drooled. It was so round and huge. Like two heavily inflated soccer balls. He went and got some cookies and sat back on the couch. "Remember I had to tell you something."

"Uh...yeah." He wouldn’t have sex with me and then break up with me, would he?

He took a deep breath. "The reason I hate when people pick on people is because I used to be a bully. I picked mostly on gays and fat kids…all throughout high school, when I secretly was gay myself. I hate myself for that."

"You?" I asked, stunned.

"Yeah, that's why I get so mad at that type of thing. When I first got fat after college I thought it was because I picked on fat kids." He looked at me. "I had my first gay experience with a fat kid my junior year in high school."

"Yeah…” I said, taking in the information.

"I then teased him until he moved away. I called him a fat fag until he finally couldn't take it and tried to kill himself. His name was Pierre Cartwell. I want to find him so I can apologize."

"That is so sweet. Not the bullying, but the wanting to apologize. I'm glad you told me” I said. “But why now?"

"Henry reminds me of myself and it scared the hell out of me."

"You are NOTHING like Henry…nothing." I said. That scared the hell out of me, my Adam like Henry. No.

"I found he still lives in town. I was wondering if you would come with me, for like moral support. I don't want to chicken out. I need to do this."