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Kevin's Chubby Buddy By: AllanNKnox
High school sucks, and not in a good way. I am a senior in high school now and it still sucks. My senior year just began, and I thought by now I'd be a lettered Jock and have chicks fighting over me. But none of that has happened.
Don't get me wrong, I am good-looking enough and show an ample package in the front of my jeans, enough to get noticed by girls, and guys too if truth be told. But I thought things would be much easier in that department by now.
I went out for a few sports over the last few years, but while I was usually good enough to make the team, I haven't been good enough to do anything but sit on the bench.
I blame this drought of popularity that I am in on Meat (Demetri) who was a big man on campus last year, football star, and a graduating senior. He was not only "big" because he was a hot-shot football star that had college recruiters looking at him, but also because he was probably one of the few guys on campus that was heavier hung than me (and my cousin, Joe).
At the end of last year, Meat had signed to play football in college and was about to graduate at the height of his popularity in high school, when his girlfriend suddenly dumped him. It was a Friday at the end of the school day, I got there just after it happened, so I offered to buy some beer if he wanted to hang out. To my surprise, he agreed. I bought some beer, he bought more, and he drove us way out, away from civilization to a secluded spot on the lake.
We drank, him about twice as much as me, and skinny-dipped on that warm spring night. And it ended up with him telling me how horny he was and begging me to let him fuck my (still virgin) ass. I strongly resisted even though I was wondering what it would be like.
I had seen Meat in the showers at school, but I had never seen him hard. And quite frankly, that huge slab of man-Meat scared me. He noticed my conflict and sweetened the deal by promising to hang out with me more the remaining time in school and getting me on the varsity football team, I had tried out for the team the year before but didn't make it.
So, I said, "Okay." He fucked the hell out of me faced down, and then fell asleep on top of me. When I rolled him off me and got up, I saw the evidence that I had cum while he was fucking me. But my male pride minimized that, so most of what I remembered was the rape, consensual though it may have been. I was angry and almost glad that he avoided me after that and broke his promise to get me on the varsity team for next year. Another thing that depressed me was that I should have known this would happen, making big empty promises is exactly the kind of thing guys do when they want sex.
During that summer, trying to prove my manhood, I set out to fuck as many girls as I could. But for some reason, none of them wanted to fuck a second time. Girls can be such bitches sometimes.
Word must have gotten around because after school started almost none of the girls would have anything to do with me. Even now, the week of a big dance and a few weeks into the school year, every girl I have asked to go to the dance after the football game has turned me down. I thought my Senior year would be better than this. It really does suck!
Today at the end of gym class, the last period of the day, I was getting ready to shower when I noticed a guy in my year, Clyde, who I had never really paid any attention to before. Frankly, he was a dork, fat and ugly. He had dirty red hair and zits that competed with his freckles, and a nose that made him look like the lovechild of Miss Piggy. He wasn't athletic at all, but he got better grades than me.
I noticed for the first time as he headed for the showers how big, round and plump his ass was. And it was completely smooth with not a blemish on it. With his large ass and small dick & balls in front, he put me in mind of a clownish Drag Racing Car. But for some reason, I was drawn to that big, beautiful ass. I am attracted to big-assed girls, so I think this might be the result of my dry spell and my need to fuck.
As I started to shuck my underwear for my shower, I noticed that my dick was chubbing up, so I stopped and thought about something else for a few seconds. I got it under control enough to take my shower.
I walked into the shower room naked (it was rectangular with shower heads on both sides and no partitions). And I chose a spot right beside Clyde where I knew he could get a good look at my relaxed, heavy hanging dick and balls, and I could get a closer look at that plump ass. I glanced his way often enough to see if he was stealing glances at my dick, and he was.
So, after I finished dressing, I rushed out knowing that there was a good 10 minutes before our bus would leave (Clyde lives near me and rode my bus), so I decided to wait outside the gym to see if he would stop and try to chat me up. Just in case he didn't, I planned to casually join him on the walk toward the busses and to see what I could startup with him.
But as soon as he came out of the door, he saw me and made a beeline for me. As he approached and started to sit down, he said, "Hi, Kevin." and I responded with, "Hi, Clyde." After a few seconds, I said, "I saw you looking at my dick in the showers. Like what you saw?" Clyde answered, "Yes, it is nice and Big, but I also saw you checking out at my butt. Did you like what you saw?" "Yeah," I said. "Would you be up for having some fun?" "If you mean what I think you mean, yes. What did you have in mind?" "My parents won't be home for more than an hour after I get home. You can get off the bus at my stop, and I can show you my bedroom where you can get off." "Sounds good," I responded.
We sat apart on the bus, but I got up to get off the bus when it stopped near his house. In his room, he turned on the radio to play soft country music in the background as I sat down on the edge of his bed.
Clyde said, "we don't have much time" and stood in front of me and started removing his clothes, so I stood and did the same. I said, "I have never done this with a guy before." "No worries. I'll make suggestions as we go along." Leaving his t-shirt on he turned to put his clothes on his desk chair, so I got another look at his big, beautiful bubble-butt which made mini-me stand out.
When he saw my dick most of the way hard, he smiled and went down on his knees and started licking my dick and balls. When he got my dick as hard as it could get, he stood up, grabbed a tube of hand lotion, and squeezed some out on his fingers. He handed the tube to me and said, "put some of this on your dick and spread it around, especially the head so it will slide in smoothly." As I did what he said, as he reached around to put the lotion he had on his fingers on his asshole.
He turned toward the bed, spread his legs a bit, and bent over, laying his forearms on the bed. I looked at that big, beautiful ass just waiting for my dick and nearly lost my load right then. But I got control of myself and started pushing my hard dick into his asshole.
I was nervous as hell, this being my first time fucking a guy, but I was also excited... excited enough to be unsure of my control. Every nerve in my body was saying "hurry up, slam it in!" but I didn't want to hurt him as Meat had hurt me, so I went in slowly, being as considerate as Meat should have been with me.
His reaction was not what I expected. He said, "while your dick is the biggest one I've ever taken, you don't need to treat me like a virgin. Just push it all the way in smoothly and leave it there for a minute to let me get used to its size." So, I did.
Within seconds of bottoming out inside him, he said, "you can start thrusting now. Go as fast or as slow as you want and move me into any position you want."
That was all I needed to hear. I pulled almost all the way out and plunged all the way back in. OH, WOW! That felt good! And the cushion of his bubble butt felt luxurious against my lap. He was tighter than any pussy, even Sara Mott who said I was her first. So, I continued long-dicking him like that repeatedly and the thrusts got faster and faster. At first, Clyde made noises as if it was hurting him, but he said nothing and it subsided to grunts, and then to "Umms" with each thrust.
I grabbed Clyde's t-shirt and held it like holding the reins of a bucking bull, his big round butt provided a little bounce at the bottom of my thrusts. I was in heaven. I now understood why Meat liked fucking butt so much.
Clyde laid his head and left shoulder down on the bed while keeping his butt in the same position. He reached under himself with his right hand and started jerking himself off. He was really getting into it now, saying things like, "Oh, yeah!", "Fuck me Good!", and "OH, just like that!"
I found that more exciting than I would have imagined before this and felt the familiar pressure inside me building up toward cumming. I said, "I'm getting close." And Clyde responded, "Cum inside me. Give me your load, Big Stud!" His whole body started quivering, but I realized that he was just beating off very fast. And then, I started blasting my cum, bottoming out in him as each contraction came. I don't know how many blasts I shot. With my last thrust, I felt his ass start contracting as if trying to milk the last drop of cum out of my dick, but I realized he was cumming. I steadied myself by leaning on the top of his butt.
We both came down from our highs still joined at the hip. As I pulled my softening dick out of his hole, it made a squishing sound that sounded a bit gross. And suddenly, it hit me that I had just fucked a guy and he liked it. And worse, I liked it and had it in my mind to ask him if we could do this again. BUT I'M STRAIGHT!
I had to get out of there and think. So, I hurriedly put on my clothes, said that I had to go and rushed out. While walking home and then doing my farm chores, I thought about what happened. Why had I let him lure me into it? Was I just getting my rocks off or am I queer now? What if word of this got out, what would I say?
By the time I finished my chores and was heading back to the house, I had worked up a full-blown depression. I told my mom that I was stinky and needed a shower before supper. I was already past the kitchen when she yelled after me "Make it a quick one!"
Taking the shower helped as if I was washing away more than just dirt and stink. It helped enough for me to fake acting normal during supper. But afterward, I went into my room and locked myself in. Heck, it was my senior year. I wasn't playing football and I couldn't get a date for the dance or anything. If Cecil has been a girl I just fucked, I'd be celebrating now even if she didn't want to go to the dance with me. Something is terribly wrong with me, or the world. High school Sucks big time!
Over the next few weeks, I couldn't avoid Clyde as much as I wanted to, kept a cool attitude when he was around, and I kept conversation to a minimum without being rude. There was still a war raging in my mind over the gay thing.
Eventually, taking a rule from my Cousin Joe's handbook, I convinced myself that a hole was a hole regardless of who it belonged to. And that I did not need to worry about getting my rocks off in any hole that offered itself to me; especially since I was still in a long dry spell with girls. But in the meantime, there was one girl who paid attention to me. A girl I would not have given the time of day to before. She asked me out on a date, so I asked her frankly if sex was a part of this date, and she said, "of course."
Perhaps she had heard of my big dick and wanted to see if the rumors were true. Or perhaps I was just another notch in her belt. But the sex was not that good for me, so I just took her straight home after, and she avoided me later.
On the last Friday before Christmas Break, I was horny as hell and in need of a hole, any hole because again I did not have a date lined up. So, as we queued up to get onto our bus, I fell in behind Clyde and said in a very low voice, "Would it be alright with you if I 'get off' at your stop?" After a brief pause, he said, "Sure."
This time went about like last time except that as we built toward cumming, Clyde suddenly pulled off my dick and flipped himself over on the bed, raised his legs, and said, "now, put it back in", so I did, quickly burying my dick to its root. He asked, "do you mind giving me a hand-job while you fuck me?" Not wanting to admit that I selfishly did not want to reciprocate, I said, "I'm busy holding your legs up." He shrugged it off and went to work on his own dick.
When I got close, I said so, and he then said, "I'm there!" and he came all over his stomach. His contractions pushed me over the edge, and I filled his butt with my load.
As I was getting my clothes back on, unhurried this time. Clyde said, "You know, we can do this more often if you want. We can keep it on the QT (the down-low) just like we have so far." I said, "But, what if someone asks what we are doing?" "We can say... that I'm helping you with your English Lit homework and in return, you are helping me learn to exercise. My closest friends will not believe that last part, but they will not say anything, and it will work for everyone else." We said goodbye and I walked the rest of the way home to do my chores.
The first Friday after returning to school from the holidays, on a whim, I got off the bus at Clyde's stop. And as the bus drove on, I acted like I needed to stretch before walking home. Clyde turned to see me there, smiled, and said, "Come on." But he said it as if he meant, "Cum on."
This time happened again just like before, Clyde again flipped near the end and again asked me to beat him off as I fucked him. And again, I refused, and again he took it in stride and started doing it himself. But this time, I came first, thrusting deep in him with every squirt of my climax. With my last thrust into him, Clyde was still beating off so he asked me to stay inside him and keep on thrusting if I could. A couple of minutes later, he came. This time his first contraction squeezed my dick so hard, I thought he would squeeze it off. But then his whole rectum started spasming around my dick and it felt so good that it brought me up to full hard again, so I kept right on thrusting. I quickly realized that I could cum again, so I started thrusting like a wild man, rushing toward another climax. And then, I was adding more cum to what I had already put inside him.
Clyde said, "What a Stud! I have never had anyone enjoy fucking me so much that they came twice. Hell, I don't even know anyone who CAN cum a second time that fast. You should be proud."
I was. But I tried to act cool. And the compliment really did bolster my confidence. That next school week I asked three different girls to go out with me and again, all three turned me down. That brought me back down to the reality that school sucks. But this time I had a fallback or substitute, and started looking forward to Fridays even though that too was a source of depression for me.
When Friday came, I was walking toward the bus after my last class (Clyde and I did not have our last class together again this semester). Then Clyde came up and started walking with me. He said, "Just in case you were planning to get off at my stop today, my family and I will be going to visit my grandparents in Lewiston this weekend, and we are leaving right after I get home from school... Sorry." Acting like I didn't really care, I said, "That's okay, have a good time." and I walked on ahead of him and sat in the back of the bus sulking the whole way home.
My gray mood hung over me like a cloud through the weekend and into the next week. I again avoided Clyde, not because I was mad at him, but because I had struck out on all fronts AND because my desire to fuck Clyde was starting to worry me.
A few weeks later I was still in my gray mood and would not have asked Clyde or initiated any contact between us. But he told me on the way to our bus Thursday afternoon that the coast was clear for Friday, in case I wanted to "get off" at his stop again. Since he asked, I said "Okay."
This time when we started Clyde asked me if I wanted to try any new positions? I refused and told him that I was comfortable with what we usually did. While I was fucking him, he said, "You know that it is customary and expected that when you are fucking someone, that you give them kisses, caresses, and/or compliments to encourage their enjoyment of the sex?" I ignored his comment and a few moments later he continued, "so I guess beating me off while you fuck me is still a no?" I ignored that too and kept on fucking.
When we were putting our clothes back on, Clyde said, "What is up with you today? Why won't you try something new or different?" My response was, "Clyde, you know I am not queer. I like girls. I am glad you are letting me get off like this, but if I was getting sex from a girl, I wouldn't be here." Clyde just said, "Okay."
A couple of weeks later, we fucked again except this time Clyde made no attempt to change what we did or ask me to get him off. We fucked, we came, and I left. I loved it.
That next Friday morning, my mom told me to come straight home from school and get my chores done quickly. My brother, sister, and their new families were coming in for supper and the weekend. So, when Clyde asked if I was getting off at his stop, I told him no, and why.
After my brother and sister left on Sunday, on a whim, I called up a girl I had dated once before and enjoyed the sex with. I must have called at just the right time because she quickly said yes. I picked her up, we got a bite to eat at the local McDonalds and we ended up having sex on an old blanket in the back of my dad's pickup. She must have regretted it after because she again gave me the silent treatment in school after that.
My mother had me apply to Williamsville College in a town that was not too far away, but too far to commute daily from home. I barely got in, but I was still able to get a grant (one that almost anyone in my region of the state could get) to help pay for it, which made Dad happy.
The next time Clyde and I got together, it was about three weeks before the end of school and graduation. After the usual no-frills fucking, the usual graduation conversation came up about "after high school." I said that I was going to Williamsville College and Clyde looked surprised. "I'm going there too." And after a pause, he said, "Did you know that you can request a certain roommate if that person agrees?" I said, "I heard that and am not really looking forward to living with a stranger." "Then what if we room together? We will both need to request it. But if you need to get off, rooming together will make it easier to keep the getting off from nosy people."
So, I requested Clyde as a roommate and then forgot about the whole thing. We graduated and I started working full-time on the farm. I got a good tan and by the end of summer, I was more fit and trim than I had ever been before. Even after eating my mom's country cooking, I still looked good.
My dad wanted me to keep my hair short for all the hot summer work, and I agreed. But did not get it cut as short as he wanted. Because after the summer, I wanted to let my hair grow out a bit, more like other guys. So, I was due for another haircut about 3 weeks before the last week on the farm, and I purposely did not get my hair cut. What is the good of going away to college if you can't spread your wings a bit?
My hair is a mixture of brown and red, naturally curly/wavy, and I was looking good by the time my parents dropped me off at the college. The school had assigned me a room way up on the third floor and the dorm did not have an elevator. The room was a good size with three beds, so I asked about there being three and they told me I would only have one roommate.
Clyde arrived sometime later. I had already put away my things, so I got out of his way while he settled in. I got back to the room just as he was about to leave for supper in the cafeteria, so I joined him. We met up with a few other people from high school going there and explored the student center afterward. Later back in the room, Clyde said that we have orientation in the morning, that he was tired and turning in early. So, I did too.
He did the same thing the next two nights and I guessed that he had forgotten the reason we requested each other as roommates. So, since showing off my body had often enough gotten me what I want from girls, I decide to get my shower early the next evening and just stay naked afterward. Perhaps that would be enough of a hint for him. And it worked.
After that whenever I wanted to fuck, I would do my tease again to let him know. But after about 2 weeks, he stopped taking the hint and started acting upset with me, I did not understand why. I had to start beating off in the showers or in the middle of the night if I woke up.
Shortly after that, a Resident Assistant caught me as I was walking into the dorm after my last class of the day. He called me by name and said, "The Head Resident wants to speak with you." and he led me into the office. The Head Resident asked me to sit down and said, "Now, don't worry. You are not in trouble. I just want to inform you of a situation that has developed and what we have decided needs to be done about it. A couple of nights ago, a guy from your hometown who lives on the first floor and is a friend of your roommate got depressed and threatened to suicide. This really upset his roommate and when your roommate heard about it, he came into the office requesting to be put with his friend to watch out after him."
He continued, "After a lot of thought and talking with everyone else we decided to work a trade between your roommate and the other roommate. IF you are agreeable, we will proceed with the trade right now. This is our first choice, but if you are not agreeable, we have a backup plan. Both plans will result in a change of who is your roommate. If you agree, your new roommate, Allan, will be moving in shortly. He is a quiet guy, much like yourself, so I do not foresee any problems with the two of you getting along. So, what do you say?"
After a few moments to think about it, I said, "Well, if Clyde is moving out anyway, then yes." The Head Resident nodded to the RA who left the room. Then he said to me, "I cannot tell you more about the guy that wanted to suicide, but do you have any other questions?" I told him, "No." "Any other concerns?" I shook my head no. And he told me, "Well if you think of anything, you can come to talk to me or ask an RA about it. You can go up to your room now, your new roommate will be brought up shortly."
When I got to the room, Clyde's stuff was gone. A few minutes later, an RA helped the new roommate bring all his stuff on one trip. I was propped up on my bed acting like I was reading. He looked around the room and looked pleasantly surprised and set what he was carrying on the bed. The RA set the rest on the floor near one end of the bed and then said, "Allan... Kevin, Kevin... Allan. Good luck." He handed Allan the door key and left the room.
Allan said, "Nice to meet you, but I think I had better put these things away so I'm not late to supper."
I watched him by glancing above my book as he got settled in. He was almost my height and a lot less overweight than Clyde, but still had a rather large butt, which I found attractive. He seemed nice enough, and he seemed to be checking me out as well. Perhaps something is possible with him. I think that if he is in the room when I take my shower, I will come back into the room still wet and let him see me naked as I towel off. Then we will see what happens.
------------------------The End?
For the Rest of this Story read: Allan's New College Freedom (Allan tells about rooming with Kevin) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/allans-new-college-freedom/
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And check out the other stories in The Chronicles of Kevin (in story-line order):
Cousin Joe Loves Dick (the earliest story about Kevin) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/rural/cousin-joe-loves-dick
Porked By "Meat" (Kevin tells how his anal virginity was taken, referred to in the Cousin Joe story) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/porked-by-meat
Kevin's Chubby Buddy (around the same time as "joe's revenge")
Joe's Revenge on "Meat" (Cousin Joe tells about getting revenge on Kevin's virginity stealer) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/joes-revenge-on-meat
Allan's New College Freedom (Allan tells about rooming with Kevin) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/allans-new-college-freedom/
Letter To A College Roommate (Kevin tries to reconnect with Allan 20 years later) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/letter-to-a-college-roommate/
NOTE: If you read all these, they are about the length (in words) of a Novel.
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