Date: Tue, 8 May 2012 10:35:40 -0400
From: John Smith <sprsizeme@gmail.com>
Subject: If I had it all to do over again.

When I turned 50 I began to look back on my life. What had I done. Where
was I now. And where was I going. I wasn't terribly successful, however I
was able to pay my bills, enjoy some free time and everything was
fine. Just fine. But nothing terribly exciting. And this was how it was
going to be for me. I went to work. I came home. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

I got to thinking that if I had it all to do over again I would do it
differently. But I didn't even know how I would do it differently. I just
figured I would do it differently. But then everyone says that.

I was sitting at a bar looking to pick up someone and getting more and more
drunk as the evening went along. And as the story goes the drunker I got
the better looking the ladies got. It was about 3 in the morning and I was
barely able to stay on the stool and having not found a woman to hook up
with the lights went on and almost everyone except me and a few other die
hards had left for the evening.

I noticed a guy sitting fairly close to me. Time to go. He said. Looking at
me.

Yea. I know I said but it probably sounded less like that than I had
intended.

He came up next to me and picked me up by my shoulder and helped me out.

You going far?

Naw not too far.

Why don't we go get something to eat so we can sober up and head home.

It must have been the alcohol because I would have never said yes to
someone like this that I had just met. But I did have the munchies and it
sounded good.

We found a Denny's open and ordered. Several cups of coffee and quite a bit
of carbs to soak up the alcohol I was beginning to feel that pounding in my
head that was the sign of a vicious hangover to come. But I was less drunk
and finally able to drive home.

The guy put his hand on mine and asked if I was ok to drive and I said
yea. I think he was trying to figure out if I was still drunk and it seemed
as though this was a bit strange for one guy to do to another so as I
started to draw my hand from his he grabbed hold of it and asked. Are you
sure? I can follow you home or take you home.

No I am fine. That was just a little too friendly for a stranger.

Ok if your sure. As he let go of my hand I felt what seemed like a static
charge like someone had drug their feet on the carpet but there was no
carpet here.

When I left the bar I headed home and passed out. There was still ample
amounts of alcohol in my system that helped me sleep and I knew that I had
no reason to wake in the morning it was my day off.

That damn television was on and I think it was Sponge Bob. I got up and
went to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl and made myself some cereal. I sat
down on the floor in front of the tv and ate my cereal and watched cartoons
for the rest of the day.

I was having a good time and when it started to get dark I made me some
dinner and got my jammies on and got ready for bed.

When I woke the next morning and got ready for school I jumped up out of
bed and looked at myself in the mirror. Something about this didn't seem
right to me but I got ready for school and headed off. I was thinking about
graduating soon and heading off to college. My head was so filled with
possibilities.

As I walked toward school I took a different direction than I would have
normally would and ran into Mac. Mac and I talked as we walked and he
seemed to be quite a nice guy. Big and muscled like me. Maybe a bit
older. I would say in his mid twenties and as we stopped I realized I had
no idea where I was.

He I got to get to school. Aw don't worry I got an Xbox and some weed lets
have some fun. I really wasn't that excited to go to school today but I
knew that was what I should have done. That was what I was expected to
do. My life was all planned out and this just wasn't in my plan. So we
headed into his house and sat and played all day. Smoking his pot and
playing games.

I got so stoned that when night came I just crashed there. The next morning
I woke and went into Mac's bedroom and asked if I could take a shower. Mac
was fine with that and said he had to take one too. Now I had never taken a
shower with another guy before except in the gym but he explained that he
had to get to work and the water heater only got hot enough for one shower
so we hopped in there together. Why I let him soap me down though I will
never know but he did me and I did him and soon we were all clean.

I changed into some of his clothes and said I would bring them back the
next day.

Mac got some cereal and sat and ate it. I got myself a bowl and said thank
you to Mac.

As Mac headed off to work he tossed a bag at me and said don't get to
anxious to go here is something to play with today. And you know where the
Xbox is.

I looked over in the corner and smiled back at Mac.

As I got ready to head out to school I looked at the Xbox and the bag and
thought why the hell not.

It wasn't until about 6 when Mac got home carrying a couple pizzas and a
case of beer.

Damn that smells good I thought. But I can't drink beer it's illegal.

Mac looked at the half smoked bag of pot next to me and laughed.

I guess your right.

How it happened I don't know but in a month I had forgotten about school,
had forgotten about my house and had forgotten anything but Mac. He would
leave for work and come home and on the weekends we would play and smoke
all day long.  My hair got long but I kept it washed. I hated that greasy
look and so did Mac. The bit of stubble growing on my face was hiding that
double chin that was forming. And if it wasn't for Mac getting me some
bigger clothes I would have noticed the loss of my abs and the discovery of
a growing midsection. But for some reason Mac was not showing the same
results. Not that I was able to coherently realize that.

When I realized that I was living with Mac we hadn't done anything sexual
except mutual masturbation in the shower. And that got more and more
frequent. When I began sleeping in Mac's bed there would be a bit of
fondling and he would throw his arm around me, cradling my moobs and
twisting my nipples. I found that I really enjoyed it. And so did little
Simon.

I was so totally toasted one night when I was laying naked on the bed and
Mac came up between my legs. Spreading them wide and lifting them. I
noticed at that point that they were quite thick as they caressed my
cheeks. Mac exposed my asshole and rubbed something greasy between my
cheeks. With the ease of a bird in flight he stuck his dick in my asshole
for the first time. Now I would have expected there to be some pain or
discomfort but there was none. It must have been a combination of the lube
and the pot that made his entry so easy.

This became more frequent and I have to say I got good at it. When I was
able to lift my legs and hold them ready for Mac I realized I was a master
at being Mac's bottom. I thought about it several times but it never seemed
to be right but I wondered why I never fucked Mac. It was just not my place
to do. Besides the size of Mac's dick fit so much better into my ample
cheeks than my little stub would in his. I had thought that I was bigger
than that but this apron seemed to be engulfing my dick by the day.

Mac would come and go to work. And I would sit and play games, eat and
smoke pot. Damn that stuff gave me the munchies. And it was right. For the
first time in my life this seemed like it was what I was spose to do with
my life.

It was almost 3 years that I had lived with Mac and had not been out of the
house those 3 years when he tossed a set of bib overalls to me and said put
those on. I had gotten use to Mac's orders. I had given up all control over
my own life in favor of letting Mac make all my decisions. So I did as he
said and they seemed to be huge. But as I put them on they were definitely
a tight fit. The buttons at the side couldn't snap and exposed quite a mass
of flesh on the sides. Now may waist was well over 50 inches and the straps
were at their limit so the overalls looked like they were a bra holding up
my ample midsection. I put on some filp flops and we headed out the door.

Time to show you off babe. I don't know why but that seemed to be exciting
to me. We first went off to a buffet where I realized how much I was able
to eat. We sat and ate for hours. Well at least I did. And when we finished
we headed out to his job. I found out then why he never got fat. He worked
as a trainer at a gym and he never ate as much as I did. He introduced me
and all his muscle friends came and rubbed my belly like they were rubbing
the luck from the belly of the Buddha.

I loved this attention.

As the day wore on it began to get late and we headed to a bar. It wasn't
that same bar that I was at when this all started but it was close. As we
sat at the bar and I drank pitcher after pitcher of beer provided by Mac I
got drunker and drunker. Somewhat like I had the last time I was at the
bar. Come 3am and the bar was closing I looked around and there was Mac and
so many of the stragglers. But in the corner talking to some guy looked a
familiar form. They got up and the one helped the drunk guy out the door
and into the night. Now Mac and I headed home and I lifted my legs ready
for my hunk of burning love.