Chapter 2

It was the middle of November when I was due to get my shoulder checked out again. I made sure to get a fresh haircut and took a shower earlier that day. Hey, you never know. I even tried to take a page out of his book and bought some perfume, but it didn't feel like me, so I didn't end up using it.

He was obviously into fit guys since he had complimented my arms before, so I made sure to wear a tight T-Shirt that would give him a good view of my biceps and muscular torso. If he could show off, why couldn't I.

„Dr Ali will see you now!“, I heard the receptionist say. As I got up to walk to the doctor's office, my heartbeat got faster. What was going to happen here today?

This time, Omar was already sitting in his office.

„What's up, doc?“, I smiled at him.

He grinned at me, raising a bushy eyebrow.

„Yes, I've never gotten that one before. How are you doing today, Mr Allen?“.

„Pretty good. Honestly, I haven't really had any pain at all. I think I'm fully recovered“.

The doctor nodded. „I'm glad to hear it. I'd still like to give you a proper checkout, just to be sure. If you could lie down over there, please“.

He motioned towards the examination table in the room.

I did as I was told. Omar was looking through some papers at his desk, giving me a good opportunity to get a good look at him. There was something different today. He looked a bit... tired.

Whereas last time he was clean shaven, he had some stubble now, and somehow his forehead was a bit wrinkled, like he had been stressed out a lot. Something going on at home maybe? He gave out a quiet sigh, took off his jacket and put it over the backrest of his chair.

There it was again, that tight, white T-Shirt. He stood up in his slow, lazy manner, and turned around to face me. The sight was almost too much for me. The fat man's shirt had ridden up, exposing his hairy underbelly to me.

His belly was shaped like a beach ball, just as I had remembered it. I could make part of the deep, gaping hole that would be his belly button. That shirt really was ridiculously small.

He had big sweat stains under his armpits, and one on the upper side of his big gut, right where his belly met his meaty man tits. Was he really this hot in here? It actually seemed rather cold to me. I figured it had to be the result of the physical exhaustion of heaving that mountainous body around the office all day.

He still smelled great though. That damn irresistible aftershave.

„Alright Mark, let's have a look, shall we?“

The portly doctor walked up behind me, and started feeling my shoulders.

„Tell me if this hurts“

Then I had an idea. A dumb, impulsive one at that, but before I could stop myself I had already opened my mouth.

„Hey, Doc... would it help if I took my shirt off?“

He stopped and was stunned for a second. Presumably, whether my shirt was on or off was completely irrelevant for this sort of minor inspection.

„Alright, well... that would be good, yes. It would be easier for me too... find the right...“

„Not a problem at all, Doc“

I smiled and had my shirt off before he could even finish. Omar looked pretty dumbfounded. He stared at my toned upper body for a good 5 seconds. I wonder if this is how he looks at food, I thought.

„Right“, he said and continued to lightly press against different points of my shoulder with his chubby fingers.

I could tell I'd freaked him out a bit. The big man's hands were shaky and his breathing was getting louder. So I thought I'd steer the conversation back into his comfort zone.

„So, I'm not really feeling anything out of the ordinary. That's good, right? Can I tell my gym partner I'll be back under the shoulder press next time I go?“

Omar cleared his throat.

„Yes, you should be good. If you're not feeling any pain at all“.

Then after a pause he added:

„That gym partner is your girlfriend I'm guessing? Must be a nice activity for you guys to do together after work“.

I was stunned for a second, caught off guard by the directness of his question.

„No, just a friend. Before, I used to go with my ex-boyfriend acually, but I've been single for a bit now“.

He sighed and said with a sarcastic tone in his voice:

„Must be nice“.

Must be nice? What was that supposed to mean. I decided to test him a little.

„Couldn't that be something for you and your wife to do? Going to the gym together?“

„Hmm“, said the doctor, furrowing a brow.

„I don't see that in our future“.

I had no idea what that meant. Could he be anymore cryptic? I stared at the ceiling for a bit and tried to think about what to ask him next. Then, suddenly he gave me a playful punch to the arm.

„So you like the rugged, muscular guys, huh? I mean, if you worked out with your boyfriend all the time, he must have been at least as fit as you“.

„Not neccessairly“, I answered carefully.

„I mean... I like to be in good shape, that's my preference. But for a partner, it... I actually like if they're a bit more... laid back about that sort of stuff“

The Doctor just nodded and didn't say anything else. I could have sworn there was a smirk on his face though.

We were both silent for a while. I've never been examined by a doctor for such a long time. At this point, he was basically just massaging my shoulders. I probably would've enjoyed it a lot, if I wasn't putting all my concentration into not getting a hard on right then and there.

Then he stopped.

„Right, it seems you're in tip-top shape, Mark. I'm going to let you go, but you're just going to have to sign this for me...“

He looked over to the little table to my right.

„Ah, let me just grab this for you“.

With that, he reached out his arm to grab the form for me to sign. Only, he couldn't quite reach the table. As he tried to extend his right arm further, his shirt was riding up over his gut again.

Only this time, it went all the way over his belly button, exposing his portruding pot belly almost all the way up to his man boobs. I couldn't believe this was happening.

And then, with one uncoordinated movement, he slammed his oversized, fully exposed beer gut right in my face.

He was straight up resting his fat on my face now. Fuck. For a few seconds, I was in heaven. I could feel a few small hairs and the taste of sweat on my lips. His belly on my face felt heavy but soft at the same time.

I couldn't control myself any longer. If this was this guys's way of coming on to me, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist.

After what felt like an eternity, Omar had the form and returned to his former position, pulling his shirt back over that fat gut of his like it was nothing.

„You can just sign here, please“.

I was perplexed. He didn't apologize, or address what had happened in any way. He didn't address the fact that I had a boner showing through my jeans either. We just went to the standard motions of a doctor's appointment like nothing had happened.

We had some light small talk after that, but again, it was just regular chit-chat. I mean, he was married. What was I expecting, I guess. Absent-mindedly I looked down at his hands to look at the wedding ring.

I couldn't believe it.

The ring was gone. My heart started beating again. Maybe I was overthinking this. Maybe this meant nothing at all. But if it was between possibly embarassing myself or never seing this gorgeous, charming man again, the choice seemed pretty obvious to me.

„Alright, and remember not to overstress your shoulders again“, said Omar.

„We're all getting older, you have to start being more careful with this kind of stuff“.

„Alright, Doc“, I nodded. „I'll be on my way, but hey, since you mentioned it...“

I paused quickly and looked him in the eyes.

„I'm working out this evening. How about I come by after you're finished up here and take you along? It might be more chill to go with a friend, you know. Just an idea.“

Omar looked surprised at first. Then started to give me a sheepish, almost intimidated look.

I was confused for a second, but started to laugh when I realized what he was getting at.

„Or I'll come by after I've worked out and we could go to a fast food place and blow off some steam, if that's more your speed“.

The fat doctor smiled.

„Yes that sounds like a lovely idea“.