"So what's the surprise?" Tim asked lying on the bed.
"Oh you, always so impatient," Jim said setting down his bag and crawling up on the bed over Tim until they were face to face as Tim's belly pressed lightly on Jim's slim stomach.
"I'm just curious, that's all," Tim answered in a whisper looking into his boyfriend's deep brown eyes.
"Well, you're just going to have to wait," winked Jim and lowered himself on top of Tim slowly and planted his lips on Tim's.
"Tease," Tim muttered between kisses.
"You like it that way," Jim slyly said and gently bit Tim's ear.
"Wanna know what else I like?" Tim asked biting back gently.
"I already know what you like," Jim said and grabbed Tim's thick ass which prompted Tim to let out a loud moan of pleasure. Jim leaned in closer to his chubby boy friend, his long penis was hard and pressed against his shorts.
It didn't take long before both boys were shedding their clothes and dripping precum all over themselves and the bed sheets.
"Fuck you're hot," Tim moaned as his hands ventured over Jim's slim chest and down to his waist.
"So are you," Jim replied and leaned closer and kissed Tim again while his hands cupped Tim's love handles.
Tim didn't quite know how he felt. He liked how Jim, the hottest guy he had even know, was feeling up his love handles, belly, moobs and rolls more and more as he gained more weight. While Tim didn't mind all the cuddles and hugs he wondered just how much longer Jim would find him attractive if this weight gained continued. Would Jim still love him if another 20 pounds crept up on him? How about 30?? Or what if Tim got to 300 pounds, would Jim still love him?
It didn't take long before Jim had a condom on his 8" dick and was lubed up and gently inserting himself deep into Tim's wanting asshole. As Jim pumped and rocked against Tim's fat ass, Tim was left wondering what sex would be like if he weighed in at 300 pounds?
It didn't take long for Jim to blow his load and Tim followed. Both laid on the hotel bed and cuddled for a while, letting the orgasm fade slowly and calm down.
"So are you going to tell me what happens at 8?" asked Tim in the little spoon position with Jim's long arms wrapped around him while Jim's quiet breath brushed pass his ears and slight hard on pressed against his ass.
"Nope," snickered Jim and held Tim closer.
The two had a shower and got dressed and headed out into the big city and did a bit of shopping. They hit up a saucy boy’s underwear store, one of the city’s biggest comic book stores, a couple of clothing stores and went with a family owned Italian restaurant for dinner.
The two boys found themselves back at the hotel room at 7:45.
“Almost 8..” Tim said egger to know what Jim had planned.
“I guess we should get ready then,” Jim said and walked over to the suitcases and dug out the fancy clothes that the two had chosen. Tim had gone with a causal khaki shorts and a nice blue polo, Jim went with some nice pants and a button up t-shirt.
“So where we going?” asked Tim once they were dressed.
“Com’on, I’ll show you,” Jim said and led the way out of the hotel.
As the boys ventured further away from the hotel Tim noticed that they were getting closer to the gay district of the big city. Tim wondered what Jim could be up to? It looked like they were headed to the less PG side of the district and closer to the more raunchy sex toy stores and bars.
“Here we are,” Jim exclaimed as they arrived at a bar called Paws and Tails, an obliviously bear bar with posters advertising an XXL event, whatever that could be.
“A bar? How are we going to get in?” Tim asked knowing both of them were clearly underage and didn’t have any fake ID on them.
“Don’t worry, I talked to the manager and told him how you were feeling down about your failed diet and said that you shouldn’t be ashamed of your size and embrace it,” Jim explained,” Also, we’re not allowed to drink.”
Tim didn’t know what to say, but Jim dragged him over to the line behind a big hairy muscular guy wearing a black thong, assless chaps and a leather vest and in front of a guy with a big beer belly wearing some jeans and a white t-shirt.
As the line moved up the two boys came face to face with a big beefy hairy man and a big muscular guy.
“ID?” asked the muscular man.
“We’re on the list, Tim and Jim,” Jim said pointing at the clipboard.
“Tim and Jim..” said the door man looking over the list,” Ah yes. Here you are. Tag them with black Topher.”
The big hairy door man took out a few wrist straps and placed them on the boy’s wrists.
“Boys, no drinking. At All.” commanded Topher once the wrist straps were on,” If anyone starts hitting on you and you don’t like them. Come tell us. We’ll make sure you don’t become bear food.”
“Thanks,” Tim said feeling nervous of what Jim had got them into.
The two entered the dimly lit club with flashing lights and loud techno music and surveyed the club. It was full of big guys. Really big guys. Tim suddenly found himself feeling pretty slim looking at the dance floor which had half a dozen guys that were easily 350 pounds or higher, a couple of them shirtless.
“See why I wanted you to come and see?” Jim asked.
Tim nodded and relaxed his belly, an awful habit he had.
What happens in the club?
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