Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2017 17:57:29 -0500
From: Loaka Chunk <loakachunk@gmail.com>
Subject: Meeting Brian

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Life can be a bitch sometimes. A couple of weeks ago I got laid off when
the tech start-up I was working for didn't make it, and then the local job
market went south and I couldn't land anything else. With bills piling up,
I did what many of us have: retreated back to live with my parents and
recoup. My parents were very understanding and welcomed me with open arms,
and it was better than bankruptcy.


That said, I wasn't too happy about everything, and at times I'd say I was
downright depressed. Moving back to my old hometown meant I was leaving all
the friends I'd made at work, friends I'd made since university, and so on
top of the shame of moving back in with my parents I was pretty lonely.


On a lark one night, I decided to actually try something I'd been avoiding
for years: social media. I signed up for Facebook and searched my local
area for anyone I recognized, see if maybe anyone wanted to reconnect, hang
out. It turned out like me, most people I'd know from high school weren't
around anymore and had moved on to greener pastures, and I was more than a
little chagrined to think I was the only one to move back home. Just as I
was about to give up and finish drinking my sorrows to sleep, I finally
came across someone I recognized: Big Brian Johnson.


I'd worshipped Brian from afar in high school. As the name would suggest,
Brian was big. He'd been big in grade nine, big when he joined the high
school football team (defensive lineman, of course), and big when he got a
full scholarship to college. I had the hugest crush on him back then, and I
was surprised to see him back here when everything had seemed to be going
so well for him.


There weren't many pictures of him on Facebook, just a few updated head
shots that seemed to confirm what I remembered: big, round face, blue eyes,
blonde hair, clean shaven. If the rest of him had stayed the same from high
school, he'd also be huge, with a massive, round-yet-firm belly, tree trunk
legs, impressive chest, immense arms, big hands... he was a real
beefcake. It was no wonder I'd had a hard-on every time we'd sat next to
each other in calculus class.


I'd never actually told him I was gay, and super into him. In fact, besides
sitting beside each other and chatting in class, the only other time I'd
really interacted with Brian had been when he'd asked me to hit him in the
gut as hard as I could one day in the hallways...  OK, that might require
some explanation. The football team was always trying to one-up each other
in terms of machismo, and naturally taking a punch fit the bill. Members of
the team had been pairing off punching each other, and occasionally one
would double-over, winded - except for Brian. He was practically invincible
with his enormous gut protecting him. After the football team had all
exhausted themselves on the mountain of Brian's abdomen, he'd called me
over for a chance. At the time I had no idea why, since a life of avoiding
sports and generally being a book-worm didn't exactly lend itself to feats
of strength, and I of course failed miserably to accomplish anything more
than cause a slight ripple on the fat of his round tank. However, thinking
back, maybe there was something more to it. Maybe he was trying to get my
attention.


So I said to hell with it; I sent him a message asking how he'd been and if
he remembered me at all, and then when he didn't immediately respond I
decided drinking and sleeping was a good idea after all. Imagine my
surprise when the following morning, with only the slightest hangover to
blunt my astonishment, he'd responded. He did remember me, and asked if I'd
like to get together at a local watering hole. I said sure, I'd be happy
to, and we set a time later that week to get together for drinks.


Which is how I ended up here, sitting at a bar, nursing my first beer,
wondering if I was completely insane for trying to reconnect with a high
school crush. What if I was really looking too far into those faded
memories and seeing what I wanted to see, and he's not really into me? Then
again, this whole hairbrained scheme got me out of the house. Silver
linings and all that.


"Alex?" came a deep rumbling from behind me. I turned around, and there he
was, and... my eyes just kept going up and around. He was big. He was a few
inches taller than my 5'10'', and definitely heavier than I
remembered. That round face had gotten a jowly double chin, his meaty pecs
now formed a shelf that sagged over an even wider and rounder belly, and
instead of being firm and almost gravity defying it protruded and folded
over the front of his jeans obscuring the belt buckle. His arms and legs
still looked powerful though, with the added fat now making them strain
against the fabric of his clothes. In fact I noticed that most of his
clothing was very tight on him, and I could just see the barest sliver of
flesh from beneath the hem of his shirt. He looked like he was on the verge
of bursting from everything he wore, and the whole effect was really,
really hot.


I was a little stunned, but I managed a, "Hey! Brian! How're you?  Nice to
see you!" Brian returned the pleasantries, and after a slightly awkward hug
where I couldn't even reach halfway around him, he ordered a drink and we
made our way to a booth to catch up. Getting into the booth was a bit of a
challenge for him, and I helpfully pulled the table closer to myself to
allow room for his prodigious gut.


"So, what brought you back to this dump?" Brian asked,spreading his arms to
indicate the general area; his impressive wingspan nearly knocked over a
passing server.


"Well, I started at a tech company right after graduating, but then the
economy tanked and the company went under. I just recently moved back home
to sort of regroup."


Brian nodded, "Understandable. Lots of people doing it these days."


"Yeah, still doesn't make it any fun," I grumped, slumping over my drink
slightly. I looked up. "What about you? I thought you had a scholarship,
going to make it big in football."


"Yeah, about that," he rubbed the back of his neck. It was awfully cute to
see a big dude like this look even a little embarrassed. "After my
sophomore year I took a bad hit during a game, and it shattered my left
knee. The school insurance paid for the surgery and the year of physio I
had after that, but I never could play again." He finished with a sigh. "It
still hurts every now and again, especially when it rains," and I could
tell he was rubbing his knee under the table.


"Wow. I had no idea." We both fell silent as we morosely gulped beer,
almost simultaneously. I collected myself and pressed onward. "What'd you
do after you couldn't play any more?"


Brian was just wiping the foam away from his upper lip with a giant paw and
was a moment to answer. "Well, I finished my degree, but there isn't a
whole lot of demand for graduates in leisure studies," he chuckled. "So, I
moved back home, got a job at a moving company, moved out, got my own
place, and well, here we are."


"Yeah, here we are. Well, atleast you have your own place. Moving back in
with my parents at nearly 30 wasn't exactly my plan." Another gulp of beer
after a rueful chuckle.


Brian was dismissive. "You'll be fine. Engineers can always find work."


"Maybe. Know anybody who's hiring?"


Brian let out a deep, rumbling laugh before finishing his beer, and the
sound resonated with my soul. My god, he was adorable. I could feel my
highschool crush return in a big way, and I decided then and there I
couldn't let the evening end without him knowing it.


"Well, you look good. Real good."


"Uh, thanks?" Uh oh, he doesn't buy it. Time to think fast!


New plan: I'll just liquor him up first! Brilliant! "How about another
round?"

"Sure," he offered, and I got up to the bar to order another 2 pints, then
thought better of it and ordered a pitcher and 2 glasses. I returned to see
Brian raise an eyebrow, but he didn't complain when I filled two glasses
and offered him one.


"Cheers!" We tapped glasses, and after that the conversation flowed a bit
more easily. We talked about movies, sports, cars, video games, how our
university years went, the crazy things we did when we graduated, until
eventually I was getting pretty drunk, and let the question I'd been dying
to ask slip out.


"So, big guy, when was the last time you got laid?" I hope I hadn't slurred
too much.


This actually brought Brian up short. He was definitely not nearly as tipsy
as I was, being twice my size (and possibly more), but he still took a
moment to reply. "Um, a while ago now. Maybe a year?"


"God, that's way too long," I drained my beer as I shook my head in dismay,
and poured myself another.


"What about you, when was your last time?"


"Definitely before I moved out here," I muttered perhaps a little too
bitterly, then theatrically held my chin in a pensive look. "Maybe... month
ago? He was a nice guy, we hooked up maybe a half dozen times, but it was
purely a sex thing and we both knew it wasn't going anywhere." I hoped I
sounded cool and debonair.


Brian raised both eyebrows this time. "He?"


Oh, yeah, I wasn't out in high school. Curse you, booze! "Uh, hope that's
cool with you?"


"Yeah, that's totally fine with me. In fact, I was sort of hoping."


I nearly bounced out of the booth, and my voice went up several
octaves. "Really?! You too? Oh man, that's awesome! I had the biggest crush
on you in high school!"


"You did? But you never, I mean-"


"Never what, went up and asked you out? First of all, our school was full
of homophobes and I had no idea you wouldn't be one of them. Second, I was
a super nerd, still am, but you were on the football team, and our social
circles never really crossed. Third of all, it's not like you couldn't have
asked me out! I call a false assumption!"


"OK, but can you please stop yelling?" Brian looked around a bit nervously,
and I sat back down a little sheepishly. Time for another drink.


Now Brian looked back at me with a slight smirk. "So you had a crush on me,
huh?"


"Yeah. You're what I'd call a quadruple B: Big, Blonde, Blue-eyed
Behemoth." Brian snorted in amusement and finished his drink, and I
helpfully poured him another.


"So, what if I did ask you out, big guy. Would I have had a chance then?"


Now it was his turn to exaggerate considering the question, and he
eventually came back "Yeah, I think so."


"And what about now?"


Brian just smiled back genuinely.


I blinked, realizing what that smile meant, then finished the dregs of the
pitcher and asked for the cheque.




Brian lived in a nice building near what would laughably be called downtown
in our little city, but it was a relatively spacious bachelor
apartment. Ikea decorated, nice TV, clean, warm earth tones. Of course, at
this point I was more than a little drunk, so as soon as we stepped in
through the door I was all over him. As he threw his keys on the kitchen
counter I embraced him from behind, and slipped my hands under his shirt to
feel the soft skin of his tummy.


Brian chuckled warmly, and the vibration from that deep chest was felt all
the way to my groin, which was getting warmer by the second. "Not one to
waste time, are you?"


"I think I've waited long enough," I murmured, as I playfully nibbled the
dense meat of his shoulder, bringing my hands down to try and reach his
inner thighs, but my arms just weren't long enough. Instead I drunkenly
groped his quads, which were bigger around than my waist.


"God, you're built like a tank," I purred, voice muffled by the meat of his
shoulder.


He turned around, and I'm forced to take a step back or else be struck by
the boulder of his gut. Then this giant bull of a man took me into his arms
and leaned over slightly to kiss me, his drunkenly questing tongue already
searching for mine, and I returned it eagerly. This goes on for some
moments, him wrapping a paw-like hand around the back of my neck, me
grasping as much of his geography as I could reach, us making out in the
middle of his living room. Finally I lost patience, and begin to
frantically lift his tight t-shirt over the globe of his front to reveal
the behemoth it barely contained.


He really was built like a tank; no neck, just a round head attached to
impossibly wide shoulders, sloping smoothly into the tectonic plates of his
chest, each chubby pec sagging under its own weight, only to be propped up
by the most enormous, round belly I'd ever seen. Sparse blond hairs covered
his entire form, only slightly thicker on the arms and armpits. His
eraserhead nipples were both erect, and I playfully pinched one. He gave an
appreciative rumble, and proceeded to help me out of my own shirt as well,
chuckling only slightly as it got caught around my drunken head. He gazed
down at my slim, trim form and again made an appreciative sound, then
leaned over to continue our makeout session.


With our shirts off I could use my hands to explore my titanic lover, and I
traced my arms all over his impossibly broad back, wide and soft chest, and
the mountain of his middle. He was soft and round and smooth all over, the
excess fat like a suit of armour, each massive plate contoured to each
curve, his movements smooth as an oiled machine. And underneath it all I
could feel a powerful, dense musculature. so much stronger than my own
slight frame.


No sooner had I thought this than he brought both massive paws down to
grasp me firmly by each ass cheek, and he hauled me onto his jutting torso,
carrying me like I was no more than a bag of groceries. I gave a surprised
"Whoop!" around his lips as we continued to kiss, then with lumbering steps
he carried me to the bedroom while I clung to him tightly. Feeling this
power in motion was an incredible thrill, and I was already achingly hard,
which I'm sure he could feel pressed firmly into the upper curve of his
mound.


We reached the entrance to the bedroom, and he removed a hand from my ass
to flick on the lights, then carried me one-handed to the foot of the
bed. I could feel more than see his free hand reach below the equator of
his belly to undo his belt, then the thump of his jeans hitting the
hardwood floor. Before I could slide down his front to reach below and feel
this now naked titan, he dropped me gently to the bed, and I give another
surprised yelp as I bounced off the mattress. No sooner had I come to a
stop does he grasp each pant leg and yank them off of me, so quickly it
took my boxers with them.


I was given only a moment to appreciate the view of this meat mountain from
the mattress before he's on top of me, moving impossibly fast for a man his
size. Brian orally assaulted my face, cheek, and neck, completely
enveloping me, careful to not drop his full weight on me, but letting just
enough of his bulk down to pin me beneath him. I squirm, my hands
frantically grasping all over his elephantine backside, my aching hardon
squashed firmly into his soft underbelly, pre leaking and lubricating the
flesh between us.


If he had continued like this I'm sure I would have cum just from the
incredible stimulation, but at about that point I begin to feel something
pressing against my inner thigh. Being completely covered by this colossus
meant I couldn't bring a hand down to investigate, but it then crawled its
way up to my groin, right beside my own cock. Right then, it hit me: it was
a massive dick. It was like a third arm wedged between his enormous body
and mine, and it was starting to leak its own steady stream of pre,
dampening my entire crotch.


I desperately wanted to see this humongous cock, but he had other
plans. Still keeping me pinned beneath him, I could feel him reach into a
bedside drawer for a condom and lube. Had I been completely sober, I likely
would have demanded he stop and rethink this plan, or at least allow me to
perform some deep breathing and yoga exercises to try and accommodate an
organ I could only assume to be roughly kielbasa sized. Instead, I moaned
eagerly around his lips and giggled, which he took as my permission to
continue.


Continue he did, again using a somewhat magical ability to accomplish with
one hand nearly any task completely blind, as he shifted his colossal
frame, rolled on the condom and lubed both himself and me without ever
getting up or taking his eyes off mine. I gasped as I felt one of his
sausage fingers enter me, the thick digit gently coaxing me to relax, and
soon it was up to the knuckle, then followed by a second. This began to get
uncomfortable, and I grimaced as I was penetrated by fingers twice the size
of a normal man, just like the rest of him. Eventually my plaintive moans
died down, and he wiped his hand off on a bedsheet, then lifted both my
legs around the top of his impressive middle where they rested comfortably
in his padded armpits, and aligned his member with my loosened hole.


I had a few moments this time to appreciate the view; his round, beaming
face smiling down at me, his belly spilling into my lap over my own
throbbing erection, the light casting deep shadows over the edifice of his
colossal chest. Then, he leaned in, brought both hands down to grasp me by
the waist, and pushed inside.


He was slow, careful, even gentle, all the things that a first time top
should be with someone they've never been with. But none of that matters
when you're pushing in a dick the size of a building. My yelp in pain as he
pushed past my ring was just short of a scream, and he stopped after
pushing what felt like a fist-sized cock-head inside me. I gripped the
bedsheets, gulped a few times, caught my breath and willed myself to
relax. Once it seemed I had calmed down, Brian leaned forward, pressing in
further, a look of intense concentration on his face that only a very
drunk, very horny man trying desperately not to ram his entire length in
and start pounding away could manage.


Inch after inch kept pressing into me until I was convinced I would look
down and see him punching through my ribcage. Yet as each inch went the
next became easier and easier, and the pain receded slowly until I had the
most wonderful feeling of fullness. After what seemed an eternity he
bottomed out, and I could feel my aching erection pump out a dollop of pre
as the pleasure finally overcame my discomfort. Brian looked down over the
crest of his belly, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and I nodded my
approval for him to continue.


At first, he barely moved, more just wiggled inside me, letting me feel his
well padded groin resting against my cheeks. Then he would allow himself to
slide out an inch then press back slowly, ensuring I could still take his
size. I let out a gasp with his thrust, but he knew from the tone it was
only of pleasure, so he picked up speed. As he did the shelf of his mound
treated me to the soft, supple skin of his under-belly, already lubed with
my pre, rubbing my cock in time with each of his thrusts.


It wasn't long before he leant in further, belly pressing into me harder as
he lay each fist on the bed beside my head, rutting me like a gorilla. Each
thrust was slow, powerful, inexorable, sweat dripping off his forehead to
splash on to mine. The feeling of being claimed by this beast of a man, of
being filled more than I'd ever been, and the constant friction of soft
flesh on my turgid manhood was bringing me to peak much sooner than my
drunken mind had planned. I clenched down, hard, trying to delay, but
nothing could stop this behemoth, each thrust pushing all thought aside,
battering me senseless.


But with each clench I would receive a deep grunt, getting louder and
louder, and while the rhythm of his lovemaking never changed I knew he was
getting close when his grunts turned to moans, then turned to
growls. Finally I could feel his thrusts change to be short, insistent
jerks, and with a deep bellow he came, filling me with his seed.


For me it was sensory overload; his massive log hammering my prostate, his
quaking flesh rapidly caressing my own cock, I couldn't hold back any
longer. I came longer and harder than I ever have, completely coating our
respective bellies in my jizz.  The crashing waves of my orgasm caused me
to clench again, eliciting appreciative grunts and milking this bull for
all he was worth.


Eventually the pleasure subsided, and I opened my eyes to again see that
beaming face staring down at me, now flushed red and breathing heavily.


I giggled at him, feeling like I'd accomplished something monumental.


"This is probably the booze talking, but I don't think I'll be able to walk
right for a week after this."


With this Brian gave a hearty laugh that shook his belly thoroughly,
milking my own spent cock for its last dregs. Eventually he would soften
and exit my over-taxed hole (and I swear I heard a thump as it hit the
mattress), and we fell asleep in each other's arms. Maybe moving home
wasn't such a bad idea after all.