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.