Long Island Liberals
Dr Steve Stringer had spent his entire life on the island. Married with two kids, a registered Democrat, he had studied sociology as an undergrad at NYU before switching to the Global School of Public Health for his masters and PhD. His thesis was entitled; "Navigating the Obesogenic Environment: A Multi-faceted Analysis of Obesity Determinants in Young Males Across the United States" He had never had a real job. Instead he lectured in Behavioural Communication Strategies playing a fundamental role in the process of ‘preparing the next generation of public health pioneers to reinvent the public health paradigm,’ A long-term resident of Massapequa on the south shore he lived with his wife Martha and two kids, Shawn and Maggie. When his sixteen year old son had come out as gay he had been reassuringly supportive as you would expect a liberal academic to be. His empathy, however, wasn’t only based on his scientifically based views. He had long been holding a secret from his wife and children. This story isn’t about Steve though. It’s about Benji.
Benji was a friend of Shawn’s. An older gayboy who had helped him to cope after coming out. Now twenty three years old he hadn’t seen Shawn since his parents had disowned him. Benji was tall, broad, and well-endowed in the belly department. He spent his days working at the United Skates of America skating rink in Massapequa and his evenings cruising the toilets at Jones Beach State Park. It was there that he re-met Steve Stringer.
Shawn and Benji first met just after Shawn had come out. Shawn’s parents had taken him and his little sister skating and Benji was working in the hire and return booth. Benji had recognised it in Shawn, based on the younger boy holding his eye contact just that little bit too long. He was cute but he wasn’t Benji’s type. Benji had Daddy issues.
Shawn though had been surprisingly forthright and brave and had struck up a conversation with Benji. He was sweet and funny. Benji developed a soft spot for him and listened attentively to his coming out story and tales of locker room terrors from bullies at school. The two developed a tight friendship, much to Shaun’s frustration. Benji and Steve met again the summer that Shawn was sent to camp.
Jones Beach State Park consists of six miles of beaches along a sandbank that sticks out into the southern part of the north Atlantic. It is extremely busy in the summer but holds concerts on an outdoor stage that backs onto the wilds of the ocean. It was during one of these concerts, a sell out New Kids on the Block show, when the toilets were deserted, that Steve and Benji met.
Steve was not new to cruising in public toilets, but it was not a common occurrence for him. He was afterall married with kids, getting out of the house in the evening was not so easy. Benji on the other hand was at the park every night. He mostly sucked cocks but had been known to go further, with the right guy.
It had taken a while for them to recognise each other. To be fair to them, most men in this situation have a fairly single-track mind. It was something in Benji’s kind eyes as he looked up at Steve, as he blew his load into his mouth, that rekindled the memory.
“Do I know you? Do you work at the United Skates of America?”
“Oh… yeah. God… your Shawn’s Dad right?”
The mention of his begotten son caused Steve to shiver. He admitted that he was.
“So you’re the fat-phobic guy?”
“It’s… it’s not that simple.”
“But, you’ve sent him off to a fat camp against his wishes?”
“Shawn hasn’t only got fat. His attitude is terrible and I fear that he is turning into a …li,” Steve struggled to spit out the word, “He’s showing signs of being a li..liber…libertarian.”
Benji was glad to hear that Steve wasn’t completely anti-fat. Benji was afterall a chunky specimen and Steve had gladly let him blow him. They agreed to meet again the next night.
The bathroom blowjobs continued for a few weeks until Steve got up the guts to invite him home one night, when his wife and daughter were away visiting her parents. Benji was very unsure as to whether Steve would be into food play, but was prepared to take the risk. It was a central part of his sexuality and he couldn’t see how a middle class academic, fucking his son’s friend behind his wife’s back, would be able to criticise or kink shame him. He was correct. When he turned up with a cheesecake Steve didn’t question him.
Steve fed him the whole cheesecake, rubbing each spoonful around Benji’s lips so that the fat young boy could perceive every flavour of the cookie base, layers of caramel, and thick topping of cream cheese. It was so sensual. Steve fucked Benji in his wife’s bed for the first time that night.
As the summer progressed Benji’s already ample stomach grew bigger as he indulged in federal levels of food fun with Steve. At first Steve swallowed his moral doubts as deep as Benji swallowed his ice cream and weight gain powder. After a while, when the dilemma became too large to ignore, Steve convinced himself that it was all in the name of research.
In the name of research he fed Benji profuse portions of puddings, copious cartons of cakes, substantial and satisfying steaks with sides of sweetbreads, and lashings of lavish limoncellos. Benji loved sweet stuffs mingled with meat. Fatty greasy meat that slivered succulently down his throat aiding him in consuming more sugary sensations afterwards. His favourite snack to stuff on was Little Debbie’s Nutty Buddies. And that’s what Steve came to refer to Benji as, his nutty buddy, whom he nutted in his young fat ass at least once a week.
Benji loved how his belly felt as it filled out, chock-full of chocolates. His abounding adipose stretched out heavier and further everytime him and Steve fucked. In the weeks that Shawn was away at camp he gained fifty pounds thanks to his Daddy. His highly hypocritical Daddy. His belly bulked as his Daddy’s cock dug deep into his fat ass. It felt so fucking good. Steve loved fat young boys. Benji loved bulking bigger. He loved how his stomach stretched out full of filling fast food. Burgers, buns, and baps, grew his breasts and thighs. American cheese added to his chest, as did Daddy’s scrumptious creamy cum.
Benji was so happy with his bulk and Steve was having the time of his life. He couldn’t believe that he was fucking his son’s friend. His son’s friend couldn’t believe that he was fucking his Dad. When Shawn didn’t return from camp, instead sending his parents a text saying that he hated them and was never coming home, Steve turned to Benji for comfort. Benji became like his adopted son. A fat greedy gay son, not unlike his real one, only one that he could feed and fuck. Whatever would his colleagues in the Public Health Department at NYU think if they ever found out?
Their secret affair was almost busted open, like a pair of Benji’s old pants, the day that Shawn suddenly returned.
That morning didn’t go as planned. First Martha had come home from her parent’s much earlier than expected, leading to Benji having to hide his six foot two, two hundred and ninety five pound frame in the wardrobe, which was no mean feat. Then as soon as Martha had returned Shawn had turned up out of the blue. After months. Alongside two incredibly beautifully round Swedish looking boys.
Benji watched from behind the curtains of the master bedroom as the obese triplets waddled up the driveway. They were all so fat. Shawn was so fucking fat. His belly was like an overheated hot air balloon ready to burst. He looked like he had eaten a whole fucking family of really fucking fat elephants. Benji couldn’t believe that he had rejected this beautifully bountiful boy for his sad Dad. Benji felt like a skinny loser by comparison to his young friend. What on Earth had happened to Shawn at camp?
Steve and Martha were yelling and arguing with Shawn on their driveway. They both appeared to be furious. In that moment Benji hated Steve for being mean to his real son. His wonderfully fat son. How could a father be so mean?
Shawn wasn’t seen again after the argument that day so Benji was able to put him to the back of his mind and forget about the doubts that he had regarding Steve. He let his Dad continue to fuck him.. For the next three years Benji continued to gain and with Steve’s help he ballooned up to 360 lbs. He loved his Daddy’s cock. And he loved growing fat off it.
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