Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2007 17:23:49 +0000
From: fat uk <fat_uk_18@hotmail.com>
Subject: Barmen

Usual stuff. Do not read if you are not old enough.

Contains strong adult language and scenes of a sexual nature between males.
If offended, please do not read any further.

Please, do not distribute in any way without my permission first.

Please give feedback and enjoy the story.

All my stories can be found on my website at www.chubstories.byethost7.com



Different Points of View!

I tell the story from the different points of view of the two main
characters. The subtitle tells you from which point of view it is. Hope you
enjoy.

Glen's point of view

The Brindell pub was on the edge of the Village Square in Hawthorne. I was
the steward there, and James had been working there for about 18 months and
I loved it. He had the Friday and Saturday night shifts to earn some extra
money while he was at University. It was a nice place to work. I knew all
the regulars by face and drink they ordered, if not by name; the work was
alright, better than other things I had done before this anyway; and James
was also a good perk of the job.

He was 20 to my 28, but we got on better than I did with friends my own age.
We had the same sense of humour and the same taste in films, books, music
and TV shows, especially the Simpsons and South Park. We were always quoting
it to each other, making ourselves laugh while everyone else just said we
were daft sods. It also helped that he was hot as hell. He was two inches
shorter than me, 300 lbs and had a big round face that was often flushed
when at work, from the heat and the work. I loved his big red, ruddy cheeks;
he looked cherub-ish with his complexion and large body. His laugh was more
of a giggle than anything else. With short brown hair which was often
cropped, and a big round arse, which large and soft, round and a little
droopy. I fancied him rotten, and it didn't help that he was always making
jokes about us shagging each other and then putting his arm round me. I
joined in as well, though I was often masking the genuine invitation for him
to let me shag him with a laugh and joke. Some had remarked that we could be
mistaken for going out together, some saying we were, and that joking around
didn't exactly deter them. Though I didn't care, I didn't want the hugs to
stop.

I would describe myself as a fat guy, with big cheeks. I often just wear
jeans and shirt; I never was one to bother too much. I have always preferred
young lads and probably always will. The cuter and fatter the better, which
is why James got me so horny. Every time he was working with me, I could
hardly concentrate as he always had to pull up his jeans as he never wore a
belt and they would often fall down his arse. It would reveal boxers that
were black, white, or my favourite, red. I would often catch myself going to
grab him somewhere, like his arse, belly or tits.

I was working Friday night, so was James. It was busy as hell and was
roasting in the pub. I was sweating, soaking my shirt, as well was James in
his, despite the rain and biting winds outside. I didn't like the idea of
him walking home in that so I would often give him a lift. Tonight was no
exception. After work, I said "James, fancy a lift?". He didn't need to be
asked twice. I felt a little protective of James; he was 20 but still seemed
very young to me so I suppose I became a big brother to him. He would often
ask me for advice and I would be happy to help. I just wished t could be
something more.

After closing time, he jumped in the car. "Actually, dya wanna come back to
mine? Have a drink and watch a film?" I asked, to which he agreed. I felt a
little giddy inside; it always meant I had the chance to see him with his
shirt off. I'll explain in a minute.

James had been to my place before. We could stay up late drinking without
worry as I lived with a mate, but he could sleep through anything. He didn't
know I was gay by the way. He just figured I liked being single. I knew I
met people for sex in hotels that I met online, but he thought they were
woman, not chubby young boys or occasionally the odd older guy, but they
were rare. I preferred guys around 18 to 25; they tended to want to be
topped more than the older blokes. I loved to fuck a tight, fat arse,
watching their tits jiggle as I stroked in and out of them.

I told James to pick out a film from the large cupboard full of them that I
had while I went and got a couple of cans of cider. He had chosen a comedy
and put it in the DVD player. I was hot and sweaty, and my shirt was soaked,
so when I was in the kitchen I had taken it off. I always did when I got
home, but this had an ulterior motive tonight too. I came back in to the
living room, my chest glistened with sweat. I immediately stirred in my
boxers at the thought of what I hoped was to come. "Not gonna jump me now I
am shirtless are you?" I chuckled, making light of it with yet another gay
joke. "Aww, I thought that was why you were stripping off?" he joked back

"Take yours off if your shirt off to if you want, it's soaked." I told
James. He took it off, revealing my own pert nipples and man breasts, and
the 300 lb frame underneath. . I had to concentrate to not stare at his
pointing brown nipples on his white tits. His belly button was deep, and his
chest hair was dark. I wanted to bury my face in it. I was pleased he felt
comfortable with his body when in front of me, or at least not embarrassed.
I knew he often got embarrassed about his size. I told him not to worry
about it, so he didn't in front of me, probably because I had a deep belly
button too! James hitched up his jeans again, but not enough so that his
apron would not hang over them.

I passed him a towel I had brought in from the kitchen so we could wipe
ourselves down. He did so, and then handed it back to me to do the same. He
carefully sat on the couch; he seemed to think it was too weak to take my
large weight and arse, never mind his too. It held though. We were soon
chuckling at the movie and on to our fourth can. I was a little drunk but
heard James clearly when he said "mind if I take my jeans off? I am sweating
in them." I told him to go ahead. He stood up and put his can on the coffee
table next to me, so he walked and stopped in front of me to do so. He was
now stood in front of me when he began to undo the botton on his jeans,
which were already falling down again and showing his red boxers. James then
started lowering the zipper. I had forgotten to pretend not to be staring
and just watched.

He seemed to be doing it slowly, or maybe I just wanted him to go faster. He
dropped his jeans, revealing the red boxers that hugged his thick thighs and
round bum. He was sideways on to me, so I could clearly see the small bulge
in his boxers. I saw a glimpse of flesh between the buttons of his boxers
when he turned back to pick his can up and walk back to his seat. I was now
hard as a rock in my jeans. "That's better. I can't stand being in my jeans
at night. I always strip off when I get home." He said casually, before
returning to the movie. All night, I could feel his wet, naked torso on mine
as the couch was small and we were touching. Each touch was electric. I
lowered my hand to my thigh, so it brushed his thigh each time one of us
adjusted. I wanted to slide my hand up his thigh and through the boxers' leg
hole. Normally, I would also have taken my jeans off, I did the same when I
got home, I hated the feeling of jeans at night, and I would often just wear
shorts if not just my boxers. However, I didn't that night, though I wanted
to so my thigh could touch his, as I was sporting a hard on and I was too
large to hide it. I was 8 inches when hard.

That night, he slept in the spare bedroom, and I had a wank to ease the ache
in my balls from seeing the boy I fancied so much in just his boxers for an
hour or more. I'd been stealing looks all night when I remembered to stop
out-right staring at him. I woke in the night, still feeling horny but
thirsty too. I went downstairs and got myself a drink. Back upstairs, I
noticed the spare bedroom open. I looked inside, and James was fast asleep.
My dick got hard again when I saw he was naked, his bum was sticking out
from under the covers a little. His boxers were on the floor next o the bed.
I watched him for a few minutes as I dreamed of all the things I wanted to
do to that ample bum and sexy boy. I picked the boxers up from next to the
bed quietly. I had a thing for boxers, and had once stolen a pair from my
Aunt's boyfriend. I smelled the crotch; they smelled of sweat, some piss and
cum. I took them back to the room, wanked while sniffing them and then took
them back to the spare room when I was done. I wanted to cum in to them,
near the seat of them, which is something I loved doing, but knew I
couldn't, so I took them back to the spare room and left them next to the
bed. By this time, James had moved around and was no completely covered by
the duvet. I left before I did something I would regret.

That night was Saturday, so James and I were working again. It was busy in
the second half of the evening but not in the first. That meant James and I
had time to talk. He again hitched up his jeans that were falling down a
little. I used to point it out all the time and joked about it, but soon
stopped when he said it was like I was watching for it. I didn't want to be
out-ed! We were discussing last night when he mentioned stripping off. I
shrugged and laughed a little, saying it was no big deal. "No big deal?
Thought your eyes were gonna pop out when I was in front of you." I looked
at him, wondering if he was joking or not. I couldn't tell; he had a strange
smile on his face. "I'll go all the way next time!" Did he mean it? I didn't
find out then, he went to serve customer who had just come to the bar. I put
it down to one of his jokes, and put it to the back of my mind for the rest
of the night.

After we got rid of the last of the customers, I let the staff stay back for
a drink. It was a good laugh, with some joke telling and talking about the
customers that annoy us the most. The jukebox was on, playing cool music.
Soon though, everyone wanted to go home and go to bed, so they all set off.
I was giving James a lift again, so he had to wait for me. I locked the door
behind the last of the staff, leaving me and him alone. "Fancy another
pint?" He asked. I declined. "Just gotta finish up here then we can go". I
sat on a stool at the bar next to him and began making a list of orders I
needed to make tomorrow from the brewery.

"So you wanna come back to mine tonight then? You can to see me with my
shirt off again" I laughed.

"I can't, got to go out with my family tomorrow. Early. Otherwise I would,
you know...Anyway, I thought the invite was coz you wanted see me in my
boxers!" There it was again. Was he serious? I figured he wasn't, he wasn't
gay after all.

"Ha, yeah, then we can make love huh huh" I decided making another joke
would hide the fact I was getting really nervous, but at the same time I was
getting horny at the thought of sliding my cock between his arse cheeks. I
noticed him hitch up his jeans as they were falling down again. They had
fallen past his arse crack at this point.

"Yeah, he he...." James trailed off and went quiet. He started playing with
his mobile while I finished my list. The silence was awkward, uncomfortable.
I was about to speak when James spoke first.

I saw this as a time to push the issue a little. I did have suspicions about
James. He did make a lot of gay jokes, and I sensed something behind them.
He also looked at me a little to long when I had my shirt off in front of
him, and would often hug me a lot, `pretending' to cop a feel. Perhaps he
was doing as I did, using the jokes as an excuse.

"So, still no girl then?" I asked

"No, unfortunately" and he sighed a little. His cheeks had gone a deeper
shade of red than usual, making him appear more cherub-like.

"Thought you would have found a way to lose your cherry by now!" I said. I
did not elaborate on how.

"Like a whore?! Nah, not interested"

"Or rent boy!" I laughed back.

"Oh, yeah" James looked a little shifty then, almost timid.

Fuck it, I thought. "James, are you gay?" I was shocked that I asked, but
James looked even more taken aback and surprised. He hesitated in replying.
I think he meant to say no, but l was a good friend and he trusted me
greatly. Any other time I would have said no I suppose, but instead he
slowly replied yes...

James breathed out deeply and began to smile. He seemed relieved by his
confession and probably also that I smiled back at him. I was relieved too
when I saw his smile. It seemed like a big weight had been lifted.

"Me too..." I then said. Now that shocked me! I couldn't believe I admitted
either. We began to talk about it to each other for perhaps half an hour. It
explained why he had not had a girlfriend for ages, despite many girls
actually fancying him for his boyish charm. Ok, they were not great looking,
but better than nothing at an age when he should be jumping in bed with
anything with a pulse.  They loved his sense of humour, like I did, but I
also loved his weight. We discussed our taste in men. I described James
perfectly when describing my guy, and I think he realised as he smirked. He
described liking chubby guys too. Older than him, though. He was describing
me.

"I have fancied you for ages you know!" He said to me.

"Same here. Fancy you something rotten" I said. He giggled and looked away
sheepishly.

"Well, er..." He trailed off.

"Well...?" I asked.

"Well, dya wanna...I don't know"

"Do something?" I finished for him.

"Yeah" he said.

My heart leapt! He wanted to fool around; I was almost gagging for it. There
was stirring in my pants already.

"I would love too" I told him, "How about now?" I was gagging for it, as I
said, I didn't want to wait.

"Can I kiss you" He asked. I agreed. Then, he leaned in slowly to kiss me.
It was tentative at first, unsure. We kissed slowly and got a rhythm going.
We then slowly began to caress each other and then to undress each other,
right their in the pub. I was soon down to my underwear, as was James. I saw
the bulge in his boxers; it was larger than yesterday as he was rock hard. I
was too, but I was much bigger than him. Both our nipples were pointed and
hard, though I doubt from the cold.

You're in charge OK?" I said to him, as he stood in his near-naked
splendour, "we go at your pace."

He rubbed my nipple with his finger, more out of my own curiosity than with
the intention to give me pleasure, though it did as my moan was evident.

James' point of view

Glen reached into his boxers and pulled his dick out. It wobbled in front of
me. It was 8 inches long, uncut and there was a clear liquid oozing from the
bulbous head. The foreskin was about a 2cm long and tight around his knob. I
could only just see the piss slit. "Will you suck it?" Glen asked. I got on
my knees and without hesitation I took the head of his prick into my mouth.
It tasted warm but the precum was cold in comparison. It tasted as his cock
smelled but stronger. His crotch was musky and sweaty. I would definitely
say it tasted nice, I loved it. I wanted his cum in my belly now. I licked
up the precum as best I could. What I enjoyed the most though was the fact
that I had a man's cock, a big cock, in my mouth for the first time. Well,
technically, the first time was a friend's while he was asleep. I just held
it in my mouth though; I didn't suck or lick it like I was now. So it didn't
count really.

I began to suck the head of Glen's cock like I had seen the guys on gay porn
on the Net do it. I went up and down on it and twisted my tongue around the
shaft.
"Are you sure you haven't done that before?" Glen asked while looking down
at me. I shook my head as I did not want to release his cock from my lips. I
took another inch and a half in to my mouth and could feel it pulsing and
throbbing. Glen was purring like a kitten.

"Get up" Glen instructed. I obeyed and soon found him kissing me again. He
was pushing his tongue far in to my mouth and moving it around more
confidently now. "Your turn" He then said to me. He fell to his knees and my
cock was pointing outwards, almost 90 degrees to my body. Glen looked at it
from sideways on before rubbing it through the material. It felt really
good, but I was nervous. I considered myself a little small, at least in
comparison to him. I was around 4 inches when hard with a tuft of brown hair
above my cock and across my pubic fat. It went all the way up to my
overhanging belly and apron, and down the inside of my thighs a little way.
The brown coarse hair also went between my legs and up my arse crack, but it
left my arse cheeks relatively smooth.

When Glen pulled my boxers down to my ankles and then completely off me, so
I was standing naked in front of him, I was scared he would be disappointed
with my size. However, he looked up and me and grinned. He stuck his tongue
out and licked the tip of my dick. The feeling was intense. I had never had
anything other than my hand on my dick before, and in one night it had had
Glen's hand and tongue.

"First time, ain't it?" he asked, though not needing to, he knew I was a
virgin. "You'll cum very quickly" he said, licking the tip again. My body
shuddered up from my crotch when he licked, like some one had sprayed cold
water on my balls. "I am gonna swallow your cum" he said, before completely
taking my cock in to his mouth and sucking on it quickly, only ever taking
an inch of it out with each suck up and down. He had sucked cock before! He
was doing this quickly, almost as fast as my cum came rushing from my balls.
"I'm gonna cum" I squeaked as I unloaded all the cum in my balls in to his
mouth.  Glen continued sucking and licking my cock clean until I could not
take the tickling feeling anymore. He let go and giggled. "Mmmm that was
nice. Tasted fresh" He grinned. I could not thank him enough for it. My legs
felt like jelly and I was feeling embarrassed for cumming so quickly. I
actually apologised between my thanks.

"Don't apologise! Everyone cums quickly their first time" he assured me.
Feeling less embarrassed now, I caught my breath before asking Glen if I
could suck him again. I had wanted for so long to have this heavy man lower
his cock in to my open mouth that I wanted to make the most of the
opportunity. Who knew if we would be doing anything like this again? I fell
to my knees as Glen stood up; I pulled down his boxers as they were still
resting just under his cock. Seeing his balls for the first time was great,
they were large and hairy and looked heavy like the rest of him. My balls
had gone small again, as had my cock, which rested on my fat thighs. I held
my mouth open and Glen grabbed hold of his cock and dropped it on to my
bottom lip, and still holding the root, pushed it in to my mouth. My dream
come true. I took about 3, maybe 4 inches this time. I sucked on it like a
baby does a bottle. I had gripped his thighs for support as I kneeled and
sucked my first dick.

More purring came from Glen. I had my back to the bar, so he leaned over,
placing his hand on top of it, and let me suck at my own pace. After several
minutes, he slowly moved it in and out of my mouth himself but it was not a
proper face fucking, after all, this was my first time. Soon, Glen was to
come. He pulled his cock out and sprayed on my face. It was warm cum but it
quickly became cold on my sGlenet cheeks. A little of it landed on my chin.
I hadn't wanted Glen to pull out as he came, I wanted his cum badly. I would
always eat my own cum when I wanked. I would cum on to my hand then lick it
clean. I liked the taste of my own, so I wondered if his tasted the same or
if it would be different, and if I would like it. I stuck my tongue out and
licked it up. It tasted thick and a little salty, I loved its taste and
texture and that it was someone else's sperm that was going into my round
belly. I used my fingers to collect the rest of it from my face to my lips.

Glen was looking down at me when I looked up. He had a smile curling on his
lips as he looked at me, his jizz-covered boy, kneeling on the floor between
his legs. I had taken his cock back in to my mouth and was suckling on it
like a teat. There was still a residue of cum under the foreskin as it was
little tight. He took one of his large hands and rubbed my hair. "Thanks big
lad" he told me, before handing me a kitchen towel we used behind the bar. I
liked him calling me that; I tingled a little when he did.

I wiped my face clean and threw it back on top of the bar. I reluctantly
gave Glen his cock back as he kneeled next to me and kissed me and stroked
me for another 10 minutes or so. He kept grabbing my arse cheeks a little
roughly and stroking my balls with his index finger. We were on our sides
but he was resting on an elbow, so he was a little above me and I felt the
weight of his belly on mine. I felt warm and wanted, as he kept kissing me
passionately and rubbing my body all over. I tentatively did the same.

We soon had to get dressed and leave, so we hurriedly dressed. Glen kept
saying how great I was, how he had wanted to do that for ages. Me too, I
replied. "Fancy doing a shift tomorrow night?" He grinned, "We'll work late
again." I jumped at the chance, so he gave me a bear hug, told me I was
special and kissed me again. We quickly inspected the area, making sure
nothing was left behind, though Glen seemed more able than me. He definitely
had been with men before. He dropped me off home, giving me a quick peck as
he was worried about someone seeing, and then squeezed my thigh before I got
out of the car. I assured him that I would see him tomorrow.

As I went up to my house, Glen didn't leave. He was making sure I got in Ok.
  He did look after me, I thought. I looked back and waved, grinning like a
school kid at him. I wanted to go home with him, but had to go out with my
family in the morning. I went inside and waited at the door for a few
minutes, recollecting what had just happened. I could still taste Glen in my
mouth and on my tongue. I could still feel the weight of his belly as it lay
on me when we kissed. I didn't have a shower like I usually would after
work; instead I went to bed with the smell of him still on me. My balls were
empty that night, so I didn't cum again, but I still wanked. I thought about
all the things we would do. More sucking I hoped. I wanted more now I had
tasted it. Maybe I could spend the night with him sometime too. Maybe.

Glen's point of view

After dropping James off, I drove home. I still couldn't believe it. I had
finally got together with James. He wanted to fool around again. I wanted to
fuck him so badly; I would next time.

I had watched his arse as he got out of the car and walked up to his house.
He had such a gorgeous arse, round, slack and soft. I wanted to be in there
desperately. I wanted to hear him moan as he took my 8 inches in to his
colon and begged me to keep going and cum inside him. I imagined it in my
head and got hard again. I thought back to when I came on his face. I must
have shot 7 or 8 lobs on to his cheeks and chin and he licked them up
hungrily like it was yoghurt around his mouth. He definitly enjoyed it, the
sounds of appreciation he made as it met his tongue told me that. I loved it
when boys loved cum, I had a thing about feeding them their own. I enjoyed
watching them taste it and want more. I don't know why. I went to bed with a
big smile on my face that night and anticipating tomorrow night. I would
invite him back to mine, it was a Bank Holiday Monday after all, so he
didn't have to get up for University, so maybe he would. Maybe.

The end