chapter 4

Dinner came and both men sat quietly. Johan was nervous because he had always known he liked Angelo, from the very beginning. Johan had never thought that Angelo could even have a sexuality. Johan could not bring himself to look up at Angelo. Johan had never even kissed anyone, let alone gone all the way before earlier in the day. He was a bit sore, but he was happy.

Angelo sat with a deep hatred for his actions. He wanted to be seen as a normal person, but how could that happen if he couldn't convey his feelings better than he had?

"How's your soup?" he asked Johan. Johan's face burned red at his voice. He recalled their sexual escapade from lunch and felt strange. The way it went...it was almost as if Angelo actually enjoyed his excess adipose. That was another reason Johan hadn't ventured out sexually.

Johan had never been thin, always being a bit larger than other boys. His mother even had to let out his husky pants all throughout middle school. No girls or boys had ever flirted with him. He did not attend prom or any dances. Everyone had considered him odd for one reason or another. He felt down about himself. Johan knew Angelo had never left the garden with any frequency. He realized Angelo would probably want to have sex with anyone, no matter how fat they were.

Angelo saw his reaction as fear and disgust. He firmly grabbed his thighs, as not to show his anguish.

"It's fine. How is your, uh, squash?" Johan asked, still blushing. Only making Angelo think talking to him had become painful.

"I'm sorry about earlier. It will never happen again, just please, don't leave," he pleaded. "I'm not as bad as you think. I do like hugs; it's just that, I don't like being touched. If you tell me I should be fine and I just..." He had just said it all, everything he had been thinking.

"I'm not leaving! I...I'm just nervous because...because I like you a lot," Johan replied, voice shaky. He ran his hands through his blond hair and rested them on his neck. "I was nervous because I...I really liked how you...how can I say this? How you handled my body." Angelo sat stunned for a moment.

"Because it is a beautiful body," he started. "When you eat, when you enjoy your sweets, it makes me happy. It reminds me of how you were so nice to me at your dinner party." Johan smiled and his eyes filled with tears. Angelo did remember him.

"You remember that? That's why I hugged you, because you were you and I remembered when I saw your eyes." Angelo smiled, he had been remembered. He had lived his live knowing that if he died, no one would mourn him.

"I have greatly enjoyed your company this past week," Angelo said with a half grin. "I hope you don't mind eating, because I'd hope for you to get a bit...larger."

Johan's eyebrows rose in surprise. He was to get larger? He was already bursting out of his pants; surely he was quite large at the moment.

"Would you like that?" he asked Angelo, willing to do it if he truly desired for him to gain weight. Angelo nodded seriously. "Can I hug you?" he asked.

They both stood up and he walked over to Angelo slowly. He approached cautiously, and Angelo pulled him in tightly. He leaned down and kissed him.

Johan's growing paunch pressed against him. Angelo could feel an erection growing in his pants. He released him gently. "We can have some more fun after dinner...and dessert."

They sat and Johan ate. He finished all of his meal and half of a cherry pie. He was uncomfortably full. "My stomach hurts," he said, afraid he was disappointing Angelo.

Angelo stood up and walked over to where he sat. He handed him the pie and told him to hold onto it carefully. He then picked up the 234 pound Johan and carried him off to his bedroom.