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Brock's Choice, Parts 5 and 6
🕑 Added 2021-02-02 19:44:34 +0000 UTCPart 5
“Brock, that was my plan all along,” said Luke as he continued to erotically rub the belly of his house guest. “I’ve wanted you for an extremely long time. I’ve wanted to know what it would be like to touch your unbelievable body.”
“What are you talking about?” Brock whispered. “We only just met six weeks ago.” In return for Luke’s massage of his stomach, Brock began caressing his idol’s carved-out-of-marble chest.
“Do you remember attending a football camp when you were 14?” asked Luke. He took one hand off Brock’s belly and began to massaging his admirer’s cock instead.
“When I was 14? Yeah. It was over in Sacramento.”
“Well, I was at that camp, too."
“You were?”
“Yeah. But I looked nothing like I do now. I was geeky, covered in zits, and painfully thin, so you probably didn’t notice me. But I took notice of you. I thought you were so studly, and I got so nervous anytime you were near.”
“You knew you were gay that long ago?”
“Sure. It was you that helped me realize it. I knew it every night as I lay in bed whacking off while dreaming of you.”
“But I was so fat back then. My parents only sent me to that camp to help me lose weight. I had never worked out before and had literally no muscle tone. I was hardly jack-off material.” Brock tried to put the image of himself as a little kid out of his mind, but he couldn’t help thinking of his once-flabby body and how cool it was that someone had considered him hot.
“You were to me. God, you were so handsome. I loved to watch you jogging when we had to do laps – the way the sweat would pour down your brow and soak your shirt. I loved the way your tits and gut would jiggle when you did jumping jacks. I loved to watch you stuff your face in the mess hall with all the food that the other kids didn’t want. I swear I had a constant hard-on all summer.”
The more Luke spoke, the harder he rubbed Brock’s groin. Little Brock was rock hard by this point and clearly enjoying the attention from the massive hand of the professional football player.
"You like fat guys?"
“Oh, yeah. Your flab drove me insane with desire. Even after camp ended, I always kept you in the back of my mind. When my brother told me about his new QB prodigy named Brock Hardt, I nearly shit my pants. I looked up your picture on the internet, and sure enough it was you. Still big and beefy, but man, you needed to gain back a few extra pounds.”
“So you asked me to come down here to see if I would gain weight?” asked Brock as he let out a small moan. He closed his eyes, tilted his head upward, and grabbed onto the window railing for support.
“Yep. Once I got drafted and got the money, I knew I could put a plan into action. To accomplish it, I instructed Alice to make sure every one of your meals was overloaded with weight gain powder, and Magda made sure that you never needed to do anything that might cause you burn off any calories.” Luke knelt down, and began rubbing Brock’s crotch with both hands.
“And what about Declan?”
“Ah, yes. I hired him strictly as a gardener, but as charming as he is, I figured you would probably end up spending time together. Since he’s not much into working out, I thought his presence might help cut back on your lifting time.”
“Well, your plan obviously worked. I'm a big fat fuck now.”
“Yes, and you are now a positively yummy fat fuck. And I know you like me – I saw that erection in your pants the day we met.” At the same time that Luke was saying the word “erection,” he began unbuckling Brock’s belt and unzipping his pants. “And it’s hard to miss the one you have now.”
“I can’t deny that you seem to have an effect on me. But I can’t stay this big. I won’t be able to play football if I’m out of shape.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll never have to work out again. You can stay here with me as long as you like. What I have will be yours.”
“You’d let me stay here? With you?”
“Yes, Brock. You could live a life of luxury. Everything you have ever wanted would be yours, including my body,” said Luke. He then pulled down Big Brock’s pants and underwear, and a fully engorged Little Brock emerged from its cotton cage. Luke leaned forward and gently kissed it, and then opened his mouth and took a few nibbles.
“I could be your…boyfriend?” asked Brock. His crotch was tingling very hard.
Luke said nothing. He just bobbed his head up and down on Little Brock. With each passing second he seemed to bob faster and faster, harder and harder.
“I could live here? In this perfect dream with you and your perfect body? Oh, God.” Brock’s body started to tremble, and without realizing it, he began to pump his body into Luke’s face. Faster and faster, harder and harder. “But I’ll get so fat, you naughty boy. I’ll turn into a bigger tub of goo.”
The thoughts of getting fatter somehow intrigued and excited him. “Is that what was missing in my life? Added weight?” thought Brock. “Was I always meant to be heavy?”
He began fantasizing about himself getting bigger. Brock could see his waistline expanding and growing flabbier, and then his arms and chest continuing to lose their definition. He dreamed that his legs grew jiggly and that his ass took on an almost inhuman size. Brock also pictured himself growing out of his football uniform, with his belly getting fatter and fatter and shredding his jersey as it expanded. Trying to flex his muscles, only to see a mound of flab instead of rock hard muscle. He just kept growing and growing and growing…
Suddenly, Little Brock exploded while in Luke’s mouth. Big Brock’s whole body convulsed and he spewed wave after wave of cum into his new lover, never having had such a tremendous orgasm before in his life. Soon afterward, he crumpled to the floor in ecstasy and nearly passed out.
Luke, however, wasn’t finished. After swallowing the load and licking his friend’s cock clean, he stood, grabbed one of Brock’s hand, and pulled him up. Then he hoisted the nearly-comatose giant onto his shoulder, walked over to the bed, and laid Brock down on his giant stomach. “God damn, big boy, you look even hotter from the behind.”
Luke reached down and pulled Brock’s pants and underwear all the way off his legs. Soon he removed his clothes as well and jumped on top of the newly-fattened quarterback so that he could squeeze Brock’s love handles. The two naked men just remained still for a moment, and all that could be heard was the sound of their heavy breathing.
After a few seconds, however, Luke’s libido took over control of his actions. He reached his powerful arms underneath those of Brock to brace his body and then forced his cock inside of him. Brock wanted to put up something of a fight, but there was no use. He was simply enjoying it too much. He loved the feel of Luke’s heavy muscular body on top of him, and he loved the contrast between their soft and hard physiques.
Luke’s cock was stiffening quickly, and he begun to pound Brock’s ass over and over. Up and down he went, generating a lot of friction and heat from the pumping. Little Brock became hard with this activity and instantly wanted to shoot again.
“Look at me, I’m whale riding!” shouted Luke. “I got you now, you fat tub of lard, and I’ll never let you go.” Luke pulled back his arms and began to shake the flab on the sides of Brock’s stomach. “Look at these love handles. You’ll never get them off,” he said as he pumped over and over.
Brock heard nothing. He was in heaven. Soon thereafter, both men's cocks erupted simultaneously, and they both fell asleep with big smiles on their faces.
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Brock awoke several hours later. The light was still on in the room, so he could clearly see Luke lying next to him. He gently felt some of the stud’s muscles and thought about how great it would feel to be held in his arms. “My own private Adonis who would love me and take care of me.”
Brock arose from the bed and crossed the room, not really caring that he was completely naked. He looked back one more time at the sleeping muscle-stud before turning off the light.
He then went across the hall and looked in on Heidi. She was still lying on his bed, fully dressed, but dead to the world. She hadn’t even moved since he had laid her down almost four hours ago. Brock thought of all the loving things she had said about him earlier, and how much he genuinely cared for her, and he couldn’t help but smile. “What a great gal,” he thought as he shut the door. "I bet she wouldn't care that I got fat after all. And I could lose the weight in a few weeks anyway."
Thinking of his added weight reminded Brock about Declan, so he walked down to his Coach’s bedroom and quietly opened that door. Deck was asleep on the bed, curled up like a fetus and snoring ever so gently. Brock giggled quietly, now knowing why Declan wouldn't agree to move his bed into Brock’s room during the last few weeks.
He stared at the Irishman for a few more seconds, and then left the room and closed the door while thinking about the mysterious and magical person he had come to know during the first half of the summer.
Brock walked down the hall and descended the stairs, his belly swaying from side to side with every step. “I have to make a decision,” he thought. “But how?”
The behemoth slowly padded through the foyer and kitchen, then opened the back door and stepped onto the veranda. The air was exceedingly warm that night, and the slight breeze felt good rustling against his body. Brock walked down past the patio and onto the lawn, and he then laid himself on the grass.
“Ahhhh,” he murmured as he hit the ground. He stared up at the stars and tried to shut off his brain, but somehow he couldn’t because he knew he had to choose. “But how?” he repeated as he began to finger his drooping pecs. “Who should I pick?”
Brock contemplated the situation for a few minutes, and his thoughts seemed to become clearer in the stillness. He thought about what he wanted out of life. He thought about what would make him the most happy. He thought about the expectations of his friends and family. And then, he made his choice.
Suddenly filled with excitement and energy, Brock hopped up and ran back inside the house. He went upstairs, entered one of the bedrooms, and stared at the person he knew he was meant to be with. Then he walked over and sat on the bed next to the sleeping individual.
“I love you,” Brock said. “I love you and I always want to be with you.”
Part 6
Brock contemplated the situation for a few minutes, and his thoughts seemed to become clearer in the stillness. He thought about what he wanted out of life. He thought about what would make him the most happy. He thought about the expectations of his friends and family. And then, he made his choice.
I bet if I try hard enough, everything will work out fine…I know this is how my life is supposed to be…this is that path I am supposed to take...
Suddenly filled with excitement and energy, Brock hopped up and ran back inside the house. He went upstairs, entered one of the bedrooms, and stared at the person he knew he was meant to be with. Then he walked over and sat on the bed next to the sleeping individual.
“I love you,” Brock said. “I love you and I always want to be with you.”
Heidi opened her eyes and smiled at her boyfriend. She whispered, “I love you, too, Brocky,” and then closed her eyes again. She didn’t seem to notice his weight gain, or the fact that he was sitting next to her wearing only his underwear.
Brock wanted to talk more, but she was already fast asleep, so he left the bedroom quietly and went to tell Luke his decision. He went down the hallway and was about to open the door when it swung open and Luke’s god-like physique and smiling face appeared.
“There you are, Mr. Rock Hard,” said Luke. “I was wondering where you and your hot bod went to.” Luke reached out with his muscular hands and started kneading the fat on Brock’s belly. Brock tried to resist but instantly got hard again, which began to melt his resolve.
“I...wanted…to…”
Luke looked down and saw Brock’s erection growing. “Shhh…your body is doing all your talking for you.” Luke leaned in closer and put his lips onto Brock’s lips and began to kiss him, and then moved his hands down to massage Brock’s flab-covered ass.
Between kisses, Brock continued to try to speak, but he could feel a fog was coming over him. He moved his hands to Luke’s side and felt the rock-hard muscles under his fingers.
I’ve got to tell him…it’s now or never…
Brock took a deep breath and then took a step back. “Listen, Luke, I appreciate your letting me stay here for the summer, and for the fun last night, but I really think I need to go back home and get in shape for football again. I love the game so much, and if I stayed here with you, I know that I would never get the chance to play professionally. And plus, I need to be with Heidi – she loves me and I really love her.”
Luke looked down at Brock’s underwear, which was fully tented from his raging hard-on. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes, definitely.”
Luke reached across, grabbed Little Brock in his hands, and gave a squeeze. As he tugged on the steel rod, he could feel the cum shooting out into Brock’s underwear. Brock’s eyes closed, his body bucked, and he reeled backward from the ecstasy. Luke quickly steadied his friend to keep him from stumbling.
“I gotcha, big fella.”
Brock mumbled a thank you, then closed his eyes and propped himself up against Luke. He needed a few seconds to recover from the ejaculation.
Luke, however, didn't give it to him. He began rubbing Little Brock almost instantly, and Little Brock began growing again.
"Are you really sure?" he asked. "You can have everything you ever wanted with me. All the food that this body wants and needs to get as big as possible. To grow into a real manly size."
Brock couldn't help himself, and his fantasies went into overdrive. Thinking about himself getting bigger and bigger was a definite turn on, and all the blood in his system started pouring into Little Brock, which soon erupted a second time in less than 2 minutes. Big Brock was now holding onto Luke for support, but he managed to mutter, "I'm sure," after his intense pleasure subsided.
Luke nodded, but was pretty confident that Brock would come around.
“Listen, stud, I respect your choice. Just know that the door is always open for your return. Now let’s go get you cleaned up.” Luke gave Brock another deep wet kiss, then led Brock into the bedroom and put him in the shower. Afterward, as both men got dressed. Brock asked if he could borrow the girdle for a few more days, and Luke let him know that his brother had quite a few and that one would not be missed.
Brock then went to find Declan. He quietly rapped on the door of the bedroom in which he had been sleeping.
“Come on in.”
Brock entered and saw Declan laying under the covers. His eyes were open, but it was hard to tell if he had been awake long, and his hair was sticking up a bit in places.
“Hey, boyo,” said Declan. “You look a little sad this mornin’.”
Brock tried to flash a smile to hide his true feelings. “Well, Deck, I’ve decided to go back home with Heidi. I need to focus on my fitness so that I can be ready for football next month. It’s the most important thing to me, and Heidi is the one I am supposed to be with. But I am going to miss you a lot – I feel like I’ve gotten really close to you this past month.”
Declan sat up a little in the bed and the blanket fell off of his fat torso, but as usual, he didn’t act ashamed about his lack of conditioning. “I understand, Brock. I’ll miss you very much as well. I hope to see you again very soon.”
“That’s a promise. You’ll have to come to my first game in September,” replied Brock. “I want you there as my good luck charm.”
“’Tis a deal, me friend.” Declan stuck out his hand for Brock to shake, but Brock leaned in and gave him a hug instead. It was the longest hug that either had ever given or received.
After almost two minutes, Brock finally let go. “I’ll see you soon, Deck.”
“Farewell, Brock,” said Declan quietly. He looked down at the covers rather than watch his friend leave.
Brock headed for the door, not wanting Declan to see the tear in his eye.
I should tell him how special he really is...I shouldn't leave things this way...
He was about to turn around and let his true feelings out, but Heidi was now fully awake and calling his name out in the hallway. Brock continued out of Declan's bedroom to greet her properly, and then went downstairs to see if Luke's travel agent could get him a seat on the same flight as Heidi.
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Upon his return home, Brock's parents and sisters could tell that he had gained weight during his time in Los Angeles, but thanks to the girdle and the outfit that Declan had given him, it was hard for any of them to tell how much he actually weighed. Brock ran to the Big and Tall shop that first day and bought a bunch of oversized shirts and shorts to help cover his bulk, which he figured would be gone soon enough.
I just need to buckle down and this flab will be gone in no time...if I can lose 10 pounds a week, I'll be back to my old self by the time football starts up again...
Luckily for Brock, Heidi had to leave for a cheerleading camp the next day, so she wouldn't be around for the first week to distract him from his goal. They kissed goodbye on Sunday night, and Brock was up early on Monday to drive to a new gym a couple of towns away where he wouldn't run into any of his friends. He used the name on his sophomore-year fake ID to join, hoping that none of the staff would recognize him there, and his luck seemed to hold - nobody seemed to notice that the famous Stanford quarterback with the once-chiseled physique was struggling to run a half-mile on their treadmill.
Brock got up early every morning that first week and spent the entire day at the new gym. He lifted and ran for hours and hours and hours, eating nothing but an occasional protein bar when his stomach would absolutely not stop growling. The routine was working, and after seven days of extreme dieting, Brock had lost 14 pounds.
14 down, only 50 to go…
But his success came to a crashing halt at the beginning of the second week. Heidi returned from cheerleading camp, and she and Brock went on a date to a favorite restaurant, where Brock knew he was in trouble from the moment he entered. The smell of the food was so good, and he was so hungry, that any ideas about moderation were instantly forgotten. Brock simply couldn’t resist ordering a giant burger loaded with mayonnaise, a side of French fries, a side of onion rings, a Coke, and two pieces of chocolate pie for dessert.
"Oh, Brock," said Heidi, taking a gander at all the food the waitress brought to their table. "You're so lucky to have that metabolism of yours. If I ate like that, it would go straight to my thighs no matter how much I worked out."
Brock wasn't really listening, however, because the food was triggering a few daydreams...
Luke, flexing his big muscles...
Luke, rubbing Brock's belly...
Luke, laying on top of him and massaging his ass...
Thinking of Luke quickly made Little Brock as hard as a rock. Big Brock tried to put the thoughts out of his head, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop eating and fantasizing, and during the meal, he came in his shorts three times. He drove Heidi home and gave her a quick peck goodbye, then sped to his house as fast as possible. He ran up to his bedroom to shower, all the while picturing Luke’s muscles in his head, and furiously jacked off again in the stall as the hot water sprayed down on him.
Damn, I've got to get control over this...I've got to get Luke out of my head...
Brock got out of the shower and wiped the steam from the mirror to see his reflection. He still sort of looked like himself from the neck up, but the fat on his torso was covering up a good deal of his musculature. Determined to get back into shape, Brock sucked in his stomach and tried to remember how he used to look his bulging muscles, his sturdy pecs, his ripped abs.
I'm going to do this...I'm going to be Rock Hard again!
He went to bed that night confident that he was back on track.
Brock woke up the next morning and intended to drive right to the gym, but he was absolutely starving and decided to take a quick trip through a nearby Jack In The Box drive-thru for one of their yummy breakfast sandwiches.
I need to have something substantial to help power me through my intense workout today...
Needless to say, Brock didn't make it to the gym that day. One sandwich quickly turned into two, then three, then four, and he shoveled them all in his mouth. As he swallowed, he could feel Little Brock begging for attention, so he turned around and went back home to take care of it. He entered his parent's house and ran upstairs, but not before grabbing his mother's newly-arrived copy of Us Weekly's "America's Hottest Bachelors" issue that featured a photo of Luke shirtless on the cover. He masturbated a few times to the picture, and then called Domino's to see when the earliest would be he could get a pizza.
I'll start my diet again tomorrow....i just need one day to relax...
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Brock tried to continue his weight-loss regimen the next day, but his carnal and culinary urges were too powerful to ignore. Thinking of Luke made him horny, getting horny made him hungry, and getting hungry made him think of Luke. He started by eating an entire box of cereal for breakfast, and then polished off a carton off ice cream right after that. After stuffing himself, Brock went upstairs to masturbate, and was back less than thirty minutes later looking for more food.
This cycle continued for the next week, and Brock soon gained back the 14 pounds he had lost, along with an additional 15 – and every time he ate, his cock ached for Luke’s touch.
For someone who had been in control of his life for so long, it was both scary and exhilarating for Brock to give in to these urges. He tried over and over again to convince himself that he wanted to get in shape, play football professionally, and marry the woman of his dreams, but every time he tried he ended up chowing down on something and whacking off over pictures of Luke. Nothing he did worked to keep him on the path he had chosen. His mind wanted one thing, but his heart wanted another.
So two weeks later and after a huge fight with his parents, breaking up with Heidi, and dropping out of college, Brock moved up to Seattle. None of his family could understand the choice he made, and they all felt angry about his sudden departure.
Luke had sent Brock another first class ticket, and he was there to greet him at the Seattle airport. No longer squeezing himself into the girdle, Brock’s weight gain was clearly evident as he waddled down the concourse. His belly and pecs were shaking underneath his white t-shirt, and his legs looked like giant sausages stuffed into his jeans. He was carrying something in his hand, but Luke couldn’t see what it was at first.
When Brock approached, Luke immediately put his hand on Brock’s gut and gave it a hearty shake. “Hello, stud,” he said. “You look delicious. Let’s get you home for some fun.”
Brock smiled and raised up his hand to reveal that it was the end of a sub sandwich that he had been holding, which he popped into his mouth and began chewing. He then put his hand over the one Luke had put on his belly and said, “Sounds good to me. But can we stop at a McDonald’s first? I’m starving.”
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Brock moved in to Luke’s luxurious penthouse condominium in downtown Seattle and immediately began living out his fantasies. He enjoyed wild-man sex with Luke every night, and did nothing but lounge around the rooftop pool and eat handfuls of food during the day while Luke was at practice. His boyfriend even hired a personal chef to create meals for Brock so he wouldn’t have to waste any energy cooking.
As a result, Brock began to grow and grow and grow. His weight quickly climbed, from 340 to 350 to 360, and his belly and ass grew fatter and fatter. His once chiseled abs became buried under rolls of flab, and his mighty pecs drooped downward as they grew weaker and weaker. It seemed like Luke's personal tailor had to come by every week just to get new measurements for Brock so that he would have clothes that would fit him.
Because of the weight gain, nobody recognized the former golden boy quarterback from Stanford – even Brock was surprised by how much he changed. He could walk around the city, eat out at restaurants, or go to Luke’s games and never be noticed. As long as Luke noticed him, though, then everything was okay.
And Luke did notice – he showered Brock with attention and couldn’t keep his hands off of him. Luke loved it when he got dressed up in one of his old "Rock Hard" t-shirts just so he could rip it off him and play with his ever-increasing flabbiness.
"Oh, my wide-load lover, look at how much you've grown this week," said Luke one night as he grabbed Brock's meaty love handles while they were in bed together. "Damn, you are just so hot!"
"Thanks, Luke. Jean-Claude has been cooking up a storm this week, and his food is just so good. I can't resist anything that he puts in front of me."
"I can tell," said Luke with a smile. He rolled over and sat atop Brock's bulging belly, then reached down and began vigorously massaging Brock's beefy man-tits. "How much are you up to?"
"375."
"Ooh, a little bigger and I won't be able to bench press you anymore, stud."
"I doubt that. I have seen you workout, Luke, and you are without a doubt the biggest, strongest quarterback the NFL has ever seen." Brock reached up and felt Luke's biceps. "Look at these guns. What are they now, 23 inches?"
Luke flexed his arms, and his bulging muscles sprung to life. They were full and round, looking like the arms of a professional bodybuilder. Brock loved to caress them and feel the sinewy cords of muscles under Luke's skin, and Luke's cock became hard from the attention."
"Flip over, big boy, I need to do a little plowing, if you don't mind."
"Gladly," said Brock. He rolled over onto his stomach to reveal his naked, quaking ass. Luke took one look and knew it was going to be a great night. As unstoppable as his body was on the football field, Luke's libido was even more unstoppable in the bedroom.
