Chapter 8

“Are you hungry?” I asked as we left. He looked down at me and I could tell he was upset. “Oswald, what’s wrong?” We stopped walking. His hands wandered to his belly absent-mindedly.

“I think I should go on a diet.” He said sadly. His green eyes looked watery. “Did you see how much that said? That’s twenty MORE pounds than from when I first moved back here. I…I must look awful, you can tell me Nathan. I look bad, right?” He was really upset.

“No.” I said. He looked at me. “Oz, you’ve always been this size. Well, not THIS size, but I like the way you look.” He frowned and exhaled heavily.

“Nate, you’re being really nice, but I can understand if you…find me…un…unattractive.” I don’t think he’d ever be unattractive.

“I don’t find you unattractive at all.” Here we go. “I like how big you are because I find how big you are to be really…sexy.” I blushed. I just told Oswald I thought he was sexy. I don’t think I ever thought I’d say that, even if it was so, so true.

“You do?” He asked.

“Yeah…I do.” He kissed me. I just got my first kiss. It was really quite lovely. His lips were soft and his facial hair tickled slightly. After that, we went and got a really big lunch.

After a while Oswald told me he really enjoyed his size. I was glad, because I really enjoyed his size too. We’ve started going farther sexually. It was just touching at first, but then came licking, and sucking and…you know >///<

It’s funny, but I had never seen Oswald angry before. I mean, I’ve seen him mad and he’s been upset, but I’ve never seen rage. It happened about two days ago. Mike Flowers had hit me in the face with a dodgeball, then at lunch he tripped me and I fell on my face. Oswald stood up and punched Mike so hard in the face his nose bled. I think he broke it.

Mike tried to fight back, but Oswald punched him again. It was all a very frightening, yet exciting, experience. It reminded me of a scene in “Hills of Sorrow” when a village boy stood up to his abusive father. It went on for what seemed like hours.

I noticed Harry with his face scrunched up in disdain, which I gladly took for jealousy. Mike has a record so he got suspended, but Oswald only got a detention. Can you say “Bad Boy?” Ha-ha. Oswald isn’t that type of guy, but it was still pretty hot.

He was up to around 360 pounds. He didn’t feel so embarrassed about it either. I like touching his stomach. It’s weird, but I have gotten used to it…to enjoying the fact that he’s fat.

I haven’t checked out "Hills of Sorrow" in weeks. I made a new scrapbook “Commander Nate and Captain Oz Forever.” Well, the title is still a work in progress.

The End!