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Wow, Maria's family is sure a different experience for me. Like, I'm an only
child so it's usually pretty quiet around our house unless I've got some
friends over. And quite often there's no one in the house except me when Mom
and Dad are working. But Maria's folks have eleven kids - 6 boys and five
girls. They're all spaced just a year or two apart and all but the oldest
daughter live at home. So even when they don't have friends visiting, it's like
a zoo, or a political convention, or whatever at her house. People running all
over, and arguments, and noise and everything. I think they all like each other
it's just such a big difference from my house. Of course you'd never guess that
they're Italian - her brothers are named Vito, and Guido, and Antonio, and
Umberto and Dino and I forget who the other brother is. Of course I'd never
have gotten to meet Maria's family if she hadn't been one of the prettiest
girls at school. With her long black hair, and olive complexion and big eyes,
she's a real knockout. The fact that she's really stacked doesn't hurt at all.
I can't believe that she likes me when most of the guys at school would give up
parts of their bodies (well, not the important parts) just for a date with her.
It took me months and months just to get up the courage to ask her out on a
date because I was sure that she'd turn me down. When she said "Sure Danny" I
couldn't believe that I'd heard her right. But we've been going out a month now
and it's really great.
But anyway, when you date Maria, it's almost like you're dating her whole
family. Of course her mother wouldn't let her go out with me till I'd been
invited over to the house to see if I "passed inspection." And most of our
dates usually start or end at her house so I'm there sometimes for hours,
talking with her parents, or just watching TV, or shooting the breeze with her
brothers and sisters. I've even got a standing invitation to come for supper
any time I feel like it - date or no date. Her mother doesn't work like mine
does so she's got more time to stay home and take care of the house and cook.
And boy does she cook! Like, supper at my house is usually something like
hamburgs, or macaroni and cheese, and maybe cookies for dessert. But at Maria's
house it's like every meal is Thanksgiving. They've got this huge table in the
dining room (as you'd guess with 10 kids and two parents at most meals) and
it's loaded with food. Spaghetti is served at every dinner as a side dish, and
there's at least one other pasta dish, and breads and salads and stuff that I
don't even recognize. One time I was there for supper and they were having
something called calimari and I tried some and it was kind of chewy so I said
something about the beef being a little tough and they started laughing and
told me that calimari is really "squid." I almost puked. But other than the
occasional "strange" dish, the food is really great. And of course everybody
really digs in and stuffs them selves, especially Maria's brothers. Its not
like they're fat or anything but they all have pretty hefty builds. And of
course Maria's mom keeps saying things like "Danny, you should eat more. You're
so skinny. It can't be healthy to be so skinny."
They're really a great bunch of people and it's so easy for me to fit into
their family that I've been spending more time over at Maria's house than I
have at mine. I've gotten to be pretty close friends with Antonio, except that
everybody calls him "Tony", because he's the same age as I am. Often when Maria
and I don't have anything special planned, or when she's got to study for one
of her classes, Tony and I will go shoot baskets or try to talk her other
brothers into a scrimmage or something like that. It's a really great family.
Jeez. Three months of dating Maria has had a little effect on me. I used to be
able to comfortably fit into a pair of jeans with a 30-inch waist. I've noticed
for the last couple of weeks that my jeans have been feeling kinds tight on me.
It finally got to the point where I had to suck in my stomach before I could
snap the waits together and close the zipper. And then I'd walk around with
this uncomfortable squished feeling all day. So Sears was having a sale today
and Maria was going out to look at some clothes and I went with her. While she
was checking out the lady's stuff I was getting bored so I figured I'd hike
over to the men's department and maybe get a couple of pairs of jeans with a 32
inch waist. When I tried the 32's on, they felt better but were still kinda
tight. I found that I had to go all the way up to a 34-inch waist before I
could be really comfortable. It's not like I look fat or anything, and my
stomach is still flat, I'm just a little more solid at the waist than I was
before.
Jesus is Maria a tease. She'll only go so far with me but she sure likes to
tease me. We were sitting at the supper table last night and of course she was
sitting next to me. I felt something brush against my left thigh and I looked
down and she had placed her right hand on my thigh. She's talking away and
acting like nothing's happening. I'm eating and trying to pretend that Maria's
hand isn't massaging my thigh. Tony's sitting across the table from me and
winking at me because he's got a pretty good idea of what his sister's doing.
Maria's Mom looks at me and says "Danny, are you OK? Your face is so red."
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said; "it's just a little warm in here." And all the time
Maria's pretending that nothing at all is out of the ordinary.
"Twins" That's what Maria's calling Tony and me. Not like we're identical twins
or anything - we don't even look alike that much. I've got a fair complexion
and straight blond hair, while Tony has a darker complexion and dark brown hair
that really curly. He has a lot more body hair than I do. We were playing
basketball in gym the other day and he was on the "skins" team and I was
noticing how much body hair he has. There's a lot of curly black hair on his
upper chest and on his back by his shoulder blades. And there's a thick line of
dark hair that runs from his crotch up past his navel. Even his stomach has
some black curly hair on it even though it's not as heavy as on his upper
chest. But that aside, the "twins" part is because Tony and I spend a lot of
time together. We've just hit it off pretty well and we like a lot of the same
things so it seems like he's almost a "twin" brother to me.
A lot of the time Tony and Maria and I are a threesome. Last night after supper
the three of us shot baskets for awhile. Tony and I took it easy on Maria
because she's not nearly as good as we are but it was still fun - just a
relaxing way to spend some time together. About 8 o'clock when we were tired of
shooting baskets, we figured that a snack was in order so we hiked the three
blocks to a Dunkin Donuts store and got a couple of dozen assorted donuts. We
took that back to their house and just sat on the front porch and talked and
kidded around and ate the donuts. Finally around 9:30 I figured that I had
better get on home and do a little studying before going to bed. I said
goodnight to them and got up and started walking the 6 blocks to my house. I
was feeling really full. I hadn't kept count or anything, but thinking back it
seemed like I always had a donut in my hand and was munching on it while I
don't remember Tony or Maria eating more than one or two apiece. I figure that
I mast have eaten over a dozen donuts that night and most of them were the
cream filled variety. At one point I almost felt like I was going to get an
upset stomach but since it was pretty dark and nobody could see me, I
unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my fly partway to relieve the pressure on my
stomach and I felt better after that. When I got home I skipped the studying
and just went right to my room, shucked off my clothes, got in bed, lying on my
back so as to put as little pressure on my stomach as possible and went right
to sleep.
A bunch of the guys were having a neighborhood football game the other day, and
of course my "twin" and I were playing. As you'd guess we had a lot of fun.
Cheating and bending the rules a little. And neither side was above roughing up
the players on the other team a little. Of course we did get pretty dirty in
the process but that's part of the fun. So Tony and I went back to his house
and his mother invited me to stay for supper. Like that was a big surprise. But
she looked at us and insisted that we clean up before supper. I was going to
hike on home and shower and change my clothes but she said not to worry that I
could borrow a pair of Tony's clothes for the evening. So Tony went upstairs
and took a shower. When he was done I went into the bathroom and took a quick
shower. When I got out I couldn't find any towels to dry off with. I guess in
their house they take their towels back to their bedrooms with them to keep
them from getting mixed up. I wasn't about to go downstairs wet and naked and
ask for a towel but then I saw where Tony had tossed his towel on the floor
after he used it. What the heck I figured, guess he's not as neat as the rest
of the family, so I picked up his damp towel and dried myself off as best as I
could. As I rubbed myself dry, I could smell the faint fragrance his body had
left on the towel - a light musky/sweaty scent. I don't know why but I was
getting an erection from this. After I dried off, I put on the set of his
clothes that he had tossed on the bathroom floor for me. They fit pretty well,
but for some reason the idea of wearing his clothes gave me an even bigger
erection. Luckily his pants were baggy enough to hide what was going on inside
them as I went downstairs and had supper with his family.
Whoofff! All these big Italian meals and the snacks and everything are
beginning to take their toll on me. It seems that the national pastime at Tony
and Maria's house is encouraging people to stuff themselves with food all the
time. They must have something in their genes that keeps them from gaining
weight because neither of them is skinny, but they're not fat either. Tony just
has a stock build, and Maria just carries the weight where a girl should carry
it - in her butt and breasts. I guess that in the 6 months that I've been
dating Maria that I've packed on maybe 20 pounds. I think my weight used to be
about 130 and I tipped the scales at 152 this morning. I can still button the
32-inch waist on my jeans, but it's a struggle for me now, and my waist is
noticeably thicker. I don't have a big belly or anything but my stomach has
become just a little rounded instead of being flat as it used to be.
Maria gave me a gift-wrapped box for a "Six Month present" last night. I asked
her what a six-month present was and she said that it was just to celebrate
that we had been dating for six months now. Well, I knew that it had been about
six months but I hadn't kept track of it to the day the way she did. Girls sure
are funny about things like that. Anyway, when I unwrapped the box and opened
it, I found that it was two gold chains. Not thin ones like the girls wear but
big heavy ones. One was the right size for my wrist and the other was big
enough to go around my neck. She made a big deal about putting them on me. I
think she pretended to have trouble getting the clasp on the one around my neck
closed properly, just so she could stand there in front of me for a couple of
minutes with her arms around my neck and her breasts pushing up against my
chest. I told you she was a tease, didn't I? After she got them on, she said
that I had to leave the top three buttons of my shorts unbuttoned so that
everyone in her family and at school could admire the present she had given me.
Don't get me wrong, I liked the present she had given me even though it's not
necessarily something that I would have picked out for myself. All the men in
her family are into wearing heavy gold jewelry and this makes me look more like
part of the family. In fact, Tony has a set that looks exactly like mine -
twins again.
Well, I put it off as long as I could, but I finally had to got out and get a
couple of new pairs of pants. I just couldn't squeeze myself into a 34-inch
waist any longer. This time I didn't try to pick a size that was just big
enough for me to squeeze into as I had done last time. I went up a full 4
inches in waist size and got a pair that are really comfortable - a 38-inch
waist. Had to get a new belt too. I wanted to get an inconspicuous thin brown
one like I had last time but Maria really liked one that's black leather and
about two inches high, and has a big gold buckle on it. It's comfortable and
everything, but it kind of draws people's attention to my stomach area when
they look at me. With the larger waist and belt, my jeans aren't as tight at
the waist - thank goodness. I notice that my jeans sag down a little in the
front from the weight of the slight swelling of my stomach. My belt line used
to be horizontal, now it dips a little in the front. It doesn't bother me or
anything, and it feels so good not to have my jeans so super tight at the waist
as they used to be. Tony looked like he was checking me out at supper that
night. He didn't say anything but I could see that he noticed the larger waist.
Talk about having eyes that are bigger than your stomach! Tony and I and Maria
went to a movie at the mall last Saturday. It was pretty rainy that day and
there wasn't much else to do. The movie was dumb - a rip-off on "Scream" but at
least it was better than the warmed-over TV shows that play on Saturday
afternoon. Anyway, when we got out of the movie it was close to suppertime so
we decided to eat at the food court in the mall. The place was pretty crowded
so Maria and I looked for a table while Tony went to get the food. We found a
table and pretty soon Tony showed up with a tray piled high with food. He'd
gone to Burger King and had gotten 6 bacon double cheeseburgers, 6 large fries,
and 6 large chocolate shakes. "Come on" I said; "you going to eat all that?"
"We're all hungry" he replied, "we'll finish it with no problem." Yeah, Sure. I
managed to eat my two double cheeseburgers and two large fries even though I
was going pretty slowly towards the end. Both Tony and Maria only made it
through one double cheeseburger and part of their fries. "Guess your twin was
wrong," Maria said; "come-on Danny, don't let this food go to waste. You like
to eat." I had to admit that after I'd rested for a few minutes, that the bacon
cheeseburgers were beginning to look kinda good. So anyway, we sat there for
almost an hour, just shooting the breeze, and I was snacking on the food they
hadn't eaten. When it was time to go I was amazed to see that I had consumed a
total of four bacon double cheeseburgers, almost five large orders of fries,
and three large chocolate shakes. When we got up to leave, I could see that my
stomach was a little swollen from all the food, pushing out over my belt just a
little. Oh well, that'll go away after I digest the food I figured. If that had
been an isolated case, it wouldn't have been so bad, but Tony's so dumb - he's
always ordering more food than he can eat. And I usually end up eating what he
doesn't finish.
At supper the other night, Maria's mom commented that "… you look so much
better now Danny, now that you're not so skinny and sick-looking." Yeah, I
guess nobody can accuse me of being skinny. The last time I weighed myself
which was about a week or so ago, I tipped the scales at 169 and the jeans that
I just bought about 4 weeks ago and beginning to feel a little tight on me. I
can make myself more comfortable by letting my belt out a notch or so but then
my jeans sag down more and the swelling of my stomach is more apparent. Tony
was kidding me that I was beginning to look like a "real man" these days and he
patted my stomach. Thanks a lot Tony. I'm not uncomfortable with the way I look
and Maria actually likes it. She keeps tickling my stomach and kidding me about
how sexy I look. I think I'm just about sexy enough though, and had better
start watching how much I eat from here on out.
The last two weeks haven't been great ones for me. Two weeks ago I broke up
with Maria, or rather, she broke up with me. I thought that things between us
were going great until that night when she said that she thought it would be
good if both of us felt free to see other people. I asked her if that mean that
she just wanted to go out with somebody else occasionally, or whether she was
trying to say that she wanted to stop seeing me. After a few minutes she said
that it was the latter. I guess there's this other guy that she's gotten to
know at school and she's decided that he's the guy for her. And he's just some
skinny shit that plays the clarinet in the marching band. The clarinet for
god's sake! So it's been pretty tough getting used to the fact that I won't be
doing things with her any more. What makes it worse is that I was almost like
an adopted member of their family and now I'm back to my family just being my
Mom and Dad. Now don't get me wrong, I like my parents about as much as any
teenage boy does, but Maria's big family with all the noise and activities and
things happening was kinda neat.
Things are getting better. Last night my Mom answered the phone and then yelled
upstairs that the call was for me. I picked up the phone and said "hello" and
heard "Hey Twin, I haven't seen you for awhile, and the rest of the family
misses you too. How about coming over and have supper with us tonight?" That
was nice of Tony but I wasn't sure about going over to his house, seeing that
his sister had just broken up with me, and all that stuff. But he kept after me
so I went over and everything worked out OK. Maria was even OK - talked to me
and everything. But now we're more like a brother and sister than dating
friends. So after two weeks of doom and gloom, things were back to normal, less
Maria. It was really great to see Tony again, I guess I hadn't realized how
close the three of us had become, except that now it's just the two of us. When
Tony and I were watching TV after supper, he was kidding me about some weight
I've put on. Well, its not like he was really kidding me or anything but he
leaned over and took his hands and grabbed me just above my waist and said that
he really liked the "love handles" that I had developed. It's not like I've
gotten fat or anything, but I do have this little roll of fat that bulges out
an inch or so over the top of my jeans. I said something like "Yeah, I've got
to cut down on my snacks and drop a few pounds." "No" he said, "you really look
great. In fact you could even stand to gain a few more pounds." And then he
playfully took his hands and massaged my slightly rounded stomach for a minute.
The funny thing was that having him touch me that way was giving me this
erection that I didn't want anybody to see. "So what do you want me to be" I
asked him, "the fat twin?" "There are worse things" he answered.
Mom's been on my case lately about the amount of money that I've been spending
on clothes. I'm not sure what she wants me to do. When you gain weight and your
old clothes don't fit you, what are you supposed to do, go naked? That would
sure impress her friends. To keep her happy I'm going to be a little more
careful about how much I spend, though. Like the last time I had to move up to
a larger pair of jeans, I bought four pairs in the new size. I figure that in
the future, I'll only buy a pair or two.
Went to the Pizza Hut with Tony for supper last night. He did his usual dumb
thing of ordering too much. As a result I ended up eating about one-and-a-half
large double cheese pizzas. Was I stuffed. When we got up to leave I found that
all the food had distended my stomach enough that there was a gap of an inch or
so between the top of my jeans and the bottom of the T-shirt that I was
wearing. I pulled the T-shirt down to my jeans but after I took a few steps the
gap opened right back up. Caught Tony staring at the sight of my stomach
bulging out between my jeans and T-shirt with a funny look on his face but
didn't say anything to him.
It's funny but it's hard to believe that it's only been about a year since I
started dating Maria and met Tony. I really like him. I can't believe that I
did what I did last week. Tony and I were up in his bedroom. Now that Umberto
has gone to college, Tony has the room all to himself - it's really "his." I
guess he figures that he doesn't have to clean it up or anything, as it's
always pretty messy. It's not that it bothers me or anything, we kid about the
mess a little and call the room his "bear cave." Anyway, we were there last
week and when Tony wasn't watching, I picked up a pair of his dirty underwear
that he had thrown on the floor and stuck it in my jeans' pocket. Later that
night when I was home, I pulled it out and looked at it. It was a pair of
Jockey briefs with a 34-inch waist. They weren't really dirty or anything but
they had this slight musk odor to them so I knew that Tony had worn them at
least once. I pulled off my shorts and pulled on Tony's Jockey's. His waist was
so much smaller than mine that I couldn't pull them all the way up, but I got
their waistband up to the top of my crotch, just below the bulge of my stomach.
I looked in the mirror and I could see my dick and balls in this white sack of
material, snuggled down below my protruding stomach. That sight and thinking
about how that pair of underwear had also cupped Tony's private parts got me so
turned on that I had to go into the bathroom and jerk off. I hid his shorts
away in the bottom of one of my clothes drawers and take them out and put them
on every day or so. One day that we didn't have gym I even wore them to school.
I like the way that wearing his Jockey's makes me feel closer to Tony.
I can't seem to get my belt and pants to do what I want them to do. If I keep
my belt loose enough so that it's comfortable, then the top of my jeans sag way
down in front now and there's a gap of about four inches between the bottom of
my shirt and the top of my jeans. On the other hand, if I keep my belt tight
enough so that it holds my jeans up then it's really tight and uncomfortable,
and it compresses my stomach so much that it swells out both above and below
the belt. Mom got me a pair of suspenders to wear the other day and they worked
pretty well. I could have my jeans loose and comfortable at the waist and the
suspenders would hold them up. But I know how much kidding I'd take if I wore
the suspenders to school so I just wear them around the house and put up with
the bulges at school. Sure feels good when I get home from school in the
afternoon and I can loosen everything up and not worry about how tight my belt
feels, or whether there's a bulge of fat showing.
I had a really bad experience at school today. I was in one of the stalls of
the third floor Boy's Room when I heard someone mention my name. A group of
three or four guys had some in and I guess they didn't notice me because I was
in the farthest stall. I listened to their conversation "… he's got that
thing you see on so many fat guys, the bare belly, butt cheek exposure. No
matter what he's wearing, he sticks out. If he's coming toward you that huge
belly drapes over his jeans, blubbery navel staring at you above his belt. That
huge belly wobbles before diving under his shirt." Yeah, one of the other boys
said, "From the rear, Danny looks even worse. His pants are always strained to
the extreme; when he clinches them up under that drooping belly, they slide
over his hips and, 'surprise', the top three inches of his butt crack pops out
at you." "You know what?" a third boy broke in, "I was following him down the
hall last week, you remember that really hot day, and sweat was running down
the crack and disappearing into his jeans." They all laughed at that one. Then
they finished taking a leak and wandered out into the hall, on their way to
their next class. I sat there in silence - shocked. I thought of myself as just
a guy with a heavy build. Was that what other thought of me? No wonder Tony
kept looking at me funny-like.
At home that night, I decided that I'd do an "inventory." I started by weighing
myself, something that I hadn't really worried about for a long time. Holy
Shit, my weight was up to 217, I had gained about 87 pounds in the last year.
Stripping and looking at myself in the mirror, I could see that my cheeks were
fuller, my whole face looked more rounded. And of course I had developed a
double chin - it pretty much covers up the gold chain Maria gave me to wear
around my neck. Moving on down to my chest, my pecs had developed into large
white swellings. They look like boy's tits, not girl's tits. You know, the kind
of boy's tits where the nipples are off to the side, not in the center, and
there's some hair on them, and then kind of blend into a roll of fat that runs
around the side of your chest and ends up under your arms. I lifted them up
with my hands and felt their weight, and watched them wobble and jiggle when I
released them. Then my stomach. Well, I don't think the word "stomach" really
describes what I've got there now. Maybe "belly" is better. The kids were
right. I've got this huge belly that sticks out in front of me about a foot or
so. There are two rolls of fat on my sides over my hips - a large pair of "love
handles." My navel is a large indentation in the huge sack of fat that makes up
my belly. At the base of my belly, I could see the crease in my skin where my
belly has started to roll downward in a sack of fat that's beginning to cover
up my crotch. I reached down with both hands, grabbing my belly at its bottom
and lifting it up, feeling it's warmth and softness. Releasing it, it settled
back down, just barely resting its bottom on the top of my thighs. Because of
the size of my belly, I hadn't seen my feet for months, let alone my thighs.
But looking at them in the mirror I could see how they had developed into heavy
"tree trunks", whose layers of fat rubbed together as I walked. Turning around
I could see that my butt cheeks had also increased in size, becoming larger and
beginning to sag down slightly. As I walked back and forth, I could see the
bulges and rolls of my body shaking and wobbling with every step I took.
"Christ" I thought, "how could I have let myself get this fat?"
After realizing how heavy I had become, I didn't call up Tony for a couple of
days - he probably didn't want to have anything to do with me the way I looked
now. Then one Friday evening when I was home alone, watching TV and snacking on
celery sticks. I heard the doorbell ring. I went to the door and it was Tony.
"Haven't seen you for awhile twin" he said, "what's up?" To say I was surprised
to see him was an understatement, but I had really missed him and was glad to
see him so I invited him in. We went in to the family room where I had been
watching TV and he saw the celery. "What's with the rabbit food?" he asked. I
started to explain to him how I had just realized how ugly and gross my body
had gotten and how I knew that he must be ashamed to be seen with me. He
stopped me in mid-sentence by saying "Danny, you have no idea about how I feel
about you. Here, let me show you." He turned the lights off and then had me
stand up. He came over to me and slowly took off my clothes and then moved
around behind me. When he brought his body up against mine I realized that he
had taken off his clothes and I could feel his hairy chest pressed against my
back. I guess he must have been getting pretty turned on because his cock had
gotten hard and was trying to poke between my fat thighs. He took his hands and
massaged my shoulders for several minutes, and then reached his arms around me
and cupped my tits, playing with them and squeezing the nipples. His hands then
moved downward, caressing my love handles and squeezing them gently. Then his
hands reached my belly. He stroked it and gently ran his fingertips over it. By
this time both of us were pretty excited and breathing hard. His hands
continued to play with my belly, reaching down to hold it at its base and
lifting it up and kneading it a little. Finally he reached below my belly and
took my now-hard cock into his hands, gently playing with it and then grasping
it and gently stroking back and forth. He stroked harder and harder till I
came, spurting large jets of cum onto the bottom of my belly. "I'm not
disgusted with you," he said "I love you. The sight and feel of your body
really gets me turned on." I turned around and faced him and gently brushed his
lips with mine. We embraced each other and kissed, harder this time, our
tongues probing each other's mouth. After what seemed like hours, I slowly
moved downward, licking and kissing both his erect nipples and then licking his
navel. I moved lower, gently nibbling the skin on his belly as I lowered myself
to my knees. Spreading my legs so that my sack of a belly could rest on the
floor between them, I leaned forward and gently kissed the hot, throbbing tip
of his cock. After licking it and kissing it more, I took it in my mouth and
gently traced around the tip with my tongue, before I gently began to suck on
it. I took it deeper and deeper into my mouth as I began to suck harder and
harder. Finally Tony came in my mouth, sending hot spurts of his cum down my
throat. "Oh my God" he moaned "I've never had anything feel like that before."
We didn't talk a lot more than night, just got back on the couch and snuggled
up against each other in front of the flickering blue light of the TV set.
After awhile Tony called a pizza delivery service and ordered two large double
cheese pizzas. As Tony gently sucked on and licked my tits while his hands
caressed and played with the folds of fat on my belly