1. Jack and The Fat Man Pt. 02


    Date: 7/15/2024, Categories: Gay Male, Author: byStr4ng3rth4nf1ct1on

    ... of before. Mostly though, young Jack was captivated by the feeling that someone found him attractive enough to be turned on. That someone wanted him.
    
    He drifted through work on Monday as if it were a dream, constantly wondering what might happen later and how he would tell Arnold he wanted to go further. By the time he'd showered and started to get ready to go, he was nervous. But it was a nice nervous. A feeling he rarely had. It was another hot evening and whether he understood why or not, he chose a white loose fitting vest top and tight denim shorts to wear. It was a real struggle trying to squeeze himself into them. After tying his long red hair in a ponytail, he slipped on some trainers and took a look in his mirror.
    
    Last week he would never have worn those shorts. They were too tight and too short. They accentuated his oversized buttocks rather than disguised them, but somewhere in the back of his mind he recalled Arnold saying something nice about his arse. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. Maybe he wasn't a freak. Whatever the case, Jack kind of felt good......it was so big though and for a fleeting moment he considered changing.
    
    His mother noticed immediately when she saw him heading out, carefully suggesting he take another top and some jogging bottoms with him "in case it got chilly later" whilst avoiding stating the obvious.
    
    "I think I'll be ok, mum," he told her, noting the look in her eyes. Was it worry? Concern perhaps? Something else? Jack ...
    ... wasn't sure.
    
    As soon as he left the house and started the short journey to Arnold's cottage, Jack wished he'd chosen to wear something else. Instead of turning back, he forced himself to carry on and ignored the stares and whispered mutterings. Walking by the pub was even worse because some of his old tormentors were drinking outside. The name calling and wolf whistles were almost unbearable and Mason, their ringleader was particularly vicious, but somehow Jack managed to forge on without bursting into tears.
    
    "Just fucking ignore the twats," Arnold told him when Jack explained why he looked so unhappy. "Ain't no worse than what they say about me. Go get us a beer and we'll have a chat," he added, placing a paw like hand on his shoulder reassuringly before fixing his gaze on Jack's jiggling buttocks as he wandered towards the kitchen.
    
    "Mason Jackson?" Arnold snorted through his beer a few minutes later. "If you promise to keep your mouth shut," he added. "I'll show you something to take your mind off it when that little cunt starts gobbing off," he said, beckoning Jack over. He hadn't planned to, but feeling particularly upset at what he'd heard, Arnold took the opportunity he was presented with.
    
    Nodding eagerly, Jack stood up and moved over to sit on the arm of the big man's chair, watching him reach over to grab his phone. A thumb print later, the screen flickered to life and Arnold opened his photo album, found what he was looking for and turned the image towards ...
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