All characters are strictly fictional, and the fictional stories conveyed are for entertainment purposes only. All sexual activity depicted in this work involve characters that are 18 years of age or older.
The Chub, Ch 1: The Watch Party
Charlie looked in the mirror. He let out a long sigh and quickly pulled on his underwear. Maybe he had lost a few pounds, it was hard to tell on a 330 pound frame. Weeks of keto, working out, no ice cream, no sweets of any kind, rank pizza made from fart-storm-inducing cauliflower crust, all of it for maybe a five pounds of weight lost. His head dropped low on his chest, he was demoralized. He put the rest of his clothes on silently and walked out of his bathroom.
He lived alone but still dressed in the bathroom, as he had when he lived in a house full of women. There was wonderful light in his apartment, from multiple directions. He was on a third floor loft in a converted warehouse, but he still worried about being seen. There were neighbors on one side that could be looking out their window and he did not want to flash them big ass, small dick. That seemed a rude thing to do. On the other side, there was always the possibility of drones. His neighbor on the same floor had complained about a drone taking pictures of him napping naked on his couch.
By coincidence, the pictures and the story went viral just days after the neighbor had opened up a new OnlyFans. What were the chances? But his neighbor had a lot worth looking at, even Charlie had joined the account to take a closer look. His real name was Guilherme, he was a friendly, sexy, Brazilian ex-bodybuilder. He had a large number of tattoos, including a wild-looking wolf head on his throat, and while he did not have the biggest dick on the planet, it was much larger than average and among the prettiest he had ever seen on the internet or in real life. Admittedly, the latter number was in the low single digits. Charlie had tried to be friendly when he first moved in, baked him some cookies, invited him over to watch movies and even invited him to his own family’s New Year’s Eve party, not sure if Guilherme would be alone or not. He was not able to make it, but he said he hoped in the future it might be possible. Since then, they would sometimes hang out, watching TV together or chatting at events organized by the building’s co-op association.
However it was that the Brazilian stud had been caught on camera, Charlie did not want to take chances. He was already naturally timid and he continued to dress in his bathroom, coming out only to put on his socks and shoes and a 3XL sweater he bought at a specialty store for big and tall men. He dreamed of a day where he could buy clothes off the rack at someplace other than Walmart, though thank God for Walmart. He had been saved more than once by the fact that they did carry large sizes. On a few vacation or family trips, he had needed emergency apparel after nieces and nephews tore, bit, or pooped on his outfits.
He let out a long, sad breath and walked out the door, making sure to lock the door behind him. He reached the elevator and hit the call button just as Guilherme was leaving his apartment down the hall. There were a total of four apartments on each floor. In addition to Guilherme and Charlie who each lived in three bedroom lofts, the other smaller apartments were occupied by a rotating cast of college students and by Michaela, a gorgeous Estonian immigrant who worked as a flight attendant and part time model.
“Good morning, Charlie,” Guilherme said, his broad smile was infectious. His large brown eyes were accentuated by lashes that looked almost fake, they were so long, his jaw impossibly square and pronounced.
Charlie turned to Guilherme and noticed the young man was wearing a tank top with an open hoodie over it, the sleeves pulled up halfway on his forearms. Guilherme reached out as if to call the elevator, on his right arm he had a tattoo of a phoenix, bright reds, yellows, pinks and black were all expertly placed to create shadow, movement and a realism that Charlie had rarely seen. Guilherme had once said he got in early with a tattoo artist in Sao Paulo who was now a mega star that could charge whatever he wanted as he was the preferred artist for several musicians, actors and soccer stars.
Noticing that the elevator call button was already lit, Guilherme said, “You did the work for me, thank you!” He gently tapped Charlie on the back.
“No problem,” Charlie said, as the elevator doors began to open and the two stepped inside. In spite of their budding friendship, Charlie always felt awkward around his neighbor. Initially because he was so incredibly good looking, muscular and handsome, but then because he had seen him naked so many times and beat off on innumerable occasions to his OnlyFans content, he was worried he would say or do something stupid. He was not even sure if Guilherme knew how much he liked men.
“I am sorry about the noise last night, Charlie,” Guilherme said, still smiling is infectious, confident smile. His jawline was perfect, he could have been the new Aquaman, Charlie thought, he had the body and tanned skin tone for it. He would have filled out the package in true superhero fashion, let’s give the whales something to be jealous of, Charlie thought.
“No worries, Guilherme,” Charlie replied. Truth was, it had been a little bothersome. Whatever had been happening seemed to involve multiple people and lots of screaming. Eventually, Charlie had put on some earphones and managed to go to sleep, but he would never suggest to Guilherme that it had been an issue.
“No, I must make it up to you, it is just that the OnlyFans page is huge now, and people are asking for things, I am trying to make videos all the people will like,” he explained.
“You’re still doing well? Even after the drone thing died down?” Charlie asked.
Guilherme smiled meekly. “It was my drone, Charlie,” he said and slapped Charlie hard on the back, laughing. He was holding his finger up to his lips.
Charlie laughed, the thought had crossed his mind but he appreciated the trust Guilherme was placing in him. “All your secrets are safe with me,” Charlie said, smiling back.
“That is a nice smile,” Guilherme said, squeezing Charlie’s face between his large, muscular fingers. “You must do it more.”
The two stepped out of the elevator into the underground parking garage and headed in the same direction towards their assigned spaces.
“Hey,” Guilherme said, putting his hand on Charlie’s chest. “Do you think I could borrow your second parking space tonight? We are doing a group shoot again. Why don’t you come to my apartment and watch us film? I know you are a follower.”
Charlie froze, he had never had any indication that Guilherme knew about him following his account – how could he know? His handle was FriendlyChub_BOS, that could be practically any may in Boston, how did he figure it out? But there was also Guilherme’s hand on his chest. He knew his boobs were large and pudgy and did not like being touched, least of all by men built like Adonis himself. Charlie stopped and took a miniscule step back, Guilherme’s hand stayed on him, to Charlie’s deep internal dismay. Charlie could feel the color draining from his face, he took a larger step back, “I’m sorry, Guilherme. I am sorry, that was not good of me, I’m so sorry. I will stop. I promise I will stop, I will delete my profile.”
Guilherme let out a laugh and stepped close to the young chub. “No, you must not be sorry,” he said, holding Charlie’s doughy arm and not allowing him to back away further. “If you are sorry, I will have no more followers, no more money for the rent, no school for my sisters and brother in Brazil.”
He smiled. He meant it. “It’s just, I don’t know if you know, but I signed up to watch you,” Charlie said, laying it all out.
“Of course, I know,” Guilherme replied. The smile would not leave his face. He looked comfortingly at Charlie and pulled him close, wrapping his arms as far around his neighbor as far as they would go, barely reaching all the way around. “I know, it is ok. I do not mind. Come watch tonight, ok? In exchange for the parking, if that is ok too, if not come anyway.”
Charlie relaxed only slightly, he nodded but did not look at Guilherme’s expectant gaze. Guilherme muttered something in Portuguese, held Charlie’s chin in his hand and leaned in to give him a soft peck on the lips. “It is ok that you like me, Charlie. It’s nice.”
Charlie could have melted onto the floor then and there. By some miracle, he kept it together enough to say goodbye, agree to let Guilherme use his extra parking spot and stumble into his car. He drove the twenty miles to the call center he helped manage, where he and a team of fifty others helped process paperwork for banks, collecting documentation, signatures and compiling files for new and refinanced home loans. It was a job he was well suited to do as it required limited public engagement, depended heavily on his organizational skills, and gave him the chance to help people who were sometimes caught in lending processes they did not understand.
He was not as productive that day as he might have been if the events of that morning had not transpired. Guilherme knew he was into men, knew he was a follower on OnlyFans, had asked him to come watch a taping and, to top it all off, for some mysterious reason, had decided to kiss him. There was nothing in the OnlyFans content to suggest Guilherme was bisexual or straight for pay. There was nothing in his demeanor or in his dating history, well documented through the audible screams and groans, or the multiple morning walks of shame by dozens of women out of his apartment over the past three years, that might suggest he was somehow anything other than a straight man. A straight man that kisses chubby male neighbors?
Charlie’s confusion melted over the course of the day into anticipation and sexual energy as he accepted the idea that he would be going over to see Guilherme film a clip, or perhaps multiple clips. Again, none of this made him more productive at work, but it had been a special day from the time Charlie had opened his front door.
By the time he made it home, Charlie pulled into his customary parking space and noted both his extra spot and Guilherme’s were taken. A large Ford F-150 was parked next to Charlie’s car while Guilherme’s extra spot was hosting a vintage, restored, VW Beetle. Based on the cars alone, it was difficult to imagine what types of women Charlie might get to witness that day.
He quickly went to his apartment, took a two minute shower and headed to Guilherme’s place wearing a very tight pair of underwear to control his erection, if it happened, a pair of loose shorts, and a tank top under a long sleeve jersey. He glanced at the mirror. The curves, droops and bulges that filled out his large frame were quite visible through his clothing, even the loose jersey drooped off of his large meaty chest, then over his rotund belly. His large ass was also hardly concealable. It was full, round and jiggled excessively, no matter what he wore.
“Fuck it,” he thought as he slipped on a pair of flip-flops and headed out the door.
Guilherme answered the door within seconds, Charlie had been worried he might be interrupting filming.
“Charlie!” Guilherme yelled, pulling him in for a tight hug. “Come in, come in, you must meet my friends.”
Guilherme pushed him inside, putting his large hand behind him, low on his back. Charlie was not prepared for what he saw. On the living room couch were a gorgeous man and woman, both lightly tanned, she was blond, he had light brown hair he wore down past his ears. They both stood to greet him, they were both completely naked. In seconds, Guilherme was naked too, having tossed away the shorts he put on to open the front door.
Charlie did not know where to look. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, looking towards the dark hallway to his left. They all laughed.
“No Charlie,” Guilherme said, physically turning his neighbor’s head toward the two other models. “We invited you here to watch. They said it was ok, I said it was ok, you must now say it is ok.”
Guilherme searched for eye contact, Charlie eventually met his gaze. “You are too kind to be alone so much, Charlie. I see how many videos of mine you watched. You must live a little more and watch a little less.”
Charlie’s head immediately dropped, his gaze fixed on Guilherme’s feet. Even his feet were beautiful, they looked athletic, wide, a high arch and recently treated to some sort of pedicure.
“No,” Guilherme said, “you will not be shy. Come here,” he instructed, pulling him close to the tall man who looked like might have been a volleyball player. His face was quite handsome, he had limited facial hair and looked quite young, wide eyes framed by long eyebrows and a straight Roman nose. His skin tone was eternal surfer, much of the hair on his arms and legs was sun bleached, though his skin bore no marks of excess exposure. His body was long and lean, with strong shoulders and arms, defined abdominals, especially his obliques which were wider than on most men. They gave him a spectacular V-shape that ran right into a long, heavy cock, nestled in well-trimmed pubes, and below which, two low-hung lime-sized testicles swung freely, batting against the man’s cock and thighs.
“This is Thiago,” Guilherme said. “He is a good friend from Sao Paulo. He is a nice guy and he has a nice dick, bigger than me.”
As he said this, he grabbed Thiago’s package and gave it a soft squeeze. Charlie was so transfixed on the scene he did not notice Thiago was holding out his hand. “This is Thiago’s hand,” Guilherme added, chuckling and pulling Charlie’s hand over to his buddy. The two men shook hands, Charlie was now speechless and everyone seemed to find this charming.
“Thiago is same age as me, I knew him from when we were four years old. He studied to be an architect but his dick is too big for that so he is now an OnlyFans performer. He also has a big Instagram following where he does footvolley and calisthenics training,” Gui gushed.
“Nice to meet you, Charlie,” Thiago said. Still holding the American’s hand. His accent was quite light, barely there, it added charm to his speech but it was clear he had both studied English for a long time and probably also had lived in the U.S. or some other English-speaking country.
“This is Talia, like the Mexican Thalia but no “H,” Guilherme pointed towards the naked woman. Charlie immediately fixated on her breasts. They were full, round, looked naturally soft and plump, she was younger than the men, perhaps only in her early twenties. “We met her here in Boston, at a Brazilian bar, and she has been our friend ever since. She is a student at BC, studying something that is taking her ten years, something about dinosaurs or psychology.”
Talia walked up to Charlie and gave him a soft kiss on each cheek. “Hi, Charlie, it’s nice to meet you. Gui has said so many nice things about you, thank you for helping us tonight. I hope you enjoy the live show – and it is psychology, I am working on my thesis now.”
Charlie nodded and then realized something did not make sense. “Gui?”
They all laughed again. “You are very hypnotized by dick or by tits, one of the two, both maybe,” Guilherme replied. “I am Gui, your friend. Your neighbor of three years.”
“This is too much, Gui,” Charlie replied. “I am not used to this, I don’t know what to do with my face or my eyes, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I don’t want to stare.”
All three models laughed. “We work to be stared at,” Thiago replied. He sensed all the tension in Charlie’s shoulders, in his darting eyes, his posture curling into itself defensively. This would not do for the friendly, young Brazilian. He walked over to him, he was so at ease in his nudity, his cock and testicles swung freely, heavily, every tendon and muscle contraction popped and danced under his skin. He stopped directly in front of Charlie, “Come here, Charlie, what do you like about my body?”
