After a full dinner Tim made his way back to his bedroom while his parents cleaned the dishes. They could tell Tim was feeling down and didn't need to hear it from Tim's mouth that another diet had failed to work. As Tim laid down on his bed he heard the familiar groan of the old metal frame as the bed took his weight. Lying there on his bed he looked down at his gut, which looked bigger than ever since it was full of dinner and dessert. As he rubbed his full gut he remembered his boy friend Jim and how he just wanted to hug on to Jim and make all this disappointment hug away.
Tim reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his cell phone and called up Jim. After a couple of rings, Jim finally picked up.
"Hey sweetie," Jim greeted," How are you?"
"Bad," Tim answered directly.
"Oh..." Jim said knowing what that meant. Jim had been there for the last couple of dozen diets, all resulting in short losses and sometimes gains. Always supportive, Jim always altered his eating habits around Tim to help him. If Jim was having a salad, he'd have one too, or something light. He'd also get Tim to go for a couple of walks while they were together and encourage Tim to keep at it. Being gay Tim was exposed to the ideal image of being a young gay guy. You have to have a 28" waist line, perfect hair, no body hair and had to have abs. Tim's thighs were closing in on being 28" inches by themselves. All the gay movies Tim and Jim watched (Shelter, Get Real, Beautiful Thing), all featured slim guys with abs.
"I know," Tim said frustrated, wanting to break out and just scream," I just can't seem to lose weight, no matter how hard I try. I'm just going to be a big fat guy for the rest of my god damn life."
"Oh Tim.." Jim said feeling so distant from his upset boy friend. Living on the opposite side of town and going to separate schools really didn't help. But the time the boys did get together they cherished," Don't worry. I'll make it up to you."
"I don't know how you're going to do that," Tim said wondering what magical trick his boy friend could pull.
"I'm sure I'll think of something," Jim assured," When's your last exam?"
"Tomorrow," answered Tim knowing he had a night of studying to do.
"Great, I'll think of something for tomorrow. Ok?" asked Jim with a bit of enthusiasm in his voice.
"Ok.." Tim said rolling his eyes.
"Com’on Tim, cheer up! You’re almost done high school and you’ll be away from those bozos soon,” Jim said trying to get Tim out of his moody rut.
“Yeah, I know,” Tim agreed still feeling down.
“Great, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Jim said and wished his boy friend a good night.
Tim hung up his phoned and picked up his notebook and begun to reread through his study notes. He was feeling a bit better about himself, but now he had something to look forward to.
Oh… before we go further.. what type of build does Jim have?
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