Ted has this astonished look on his face as he says, 'You're gay? I hope this doesn't seem forward but, me too!'
"Wow," you reply. 'I was wondering why I was really liking you.'
'Yeah, well, I find you pretty hot - that's why I wanted you to take off your shirt. I really like big guys, but so far every big guy I've met has been straight."
"Big guys? You mean big muscle types, right?"
"No, Pete, I mean big fat guys like you, and Brad. I know, seems strange, huh? All gay guys in the magazines are into thin, muscular guys, but, well, I like looking at them, but they don't turn me on the way you do."
"I turn you on?"
"You sure do. I like all that bulk - I'd love to massage your tummy, or rub your back. Do you want a back rub?"
You roll over, and Ted moves beside you and his hands start pressing hard into your backfat. "Wow, you've got some muscle under here," Ted exclaims. "But I guess you need it, to keep moving around. Do you like to eat?"
'Yes," you reply, "I love to eat. Do you?"
'Yes," says Ted, "but none of it ever sticks to me. What's your favourite food?'
'Lasagna. Yours?'
'A big steak and baked potato.'
'I'm getting hungry, want to go do a midnight raid on the fridge?'
'Sure! Let's go!'
You both go quietly down the stairs to the kitchen. There you find:
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