Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2024 15:55:05 +0200 From: GRAEME PATERSON Subject: Fatboy71 - 1 This story is total fantasy, regrettably, set in a parallel universe without STDs or homophobic violence. Please feel free to contact me if you have any ideas or suggestions as to how you would like me to continue the story! Fatboy71@gmx.com *** Fatboy71 - 1 I didn't used to be a fat slave pig. I was a rising star in the Scottish Office, based in Dover House in London. Then I downloaded recon x and grommr. That was the most foolhardy thing I ever did. It was the beginning of the end of my career. As Captain Mainwaring would have said, "stupid boy!" However, I've always had an eye for the chunkier boys on my nights out in Soho! It was on one of those nights out that I met the men around whom my world would soon revolve... One Saturday night, I was heading out to The Kings Arms on Poland Street in Soho. I dressed like the tart I am -- very, very short gold lamé shorts and matching polo shirt that didn't quite meet the waistband of my shorts, thus revealing a glimpse of my six-pack, and a pair of shiny gold tennis shoes. My gold rubber jacket completed the ensemble. On arrival at the KA, I put my jacket into the cloakroom, then headed to the bar and got myself a white wine spritzer -- I like to keep my wits about me -- and my weight down. How soon life changes...! I sashayed over to a wall where I could see the door and watch for the chubby bears coming in. I suppose I should tell you a little about me. I'm 24 years old, naturally platinum blond, 5' 9", and 125 lbs -- just above underweight for my height. Oh, and my name is Jonathan, but I prefer Jon. NEVER Jonny, I HATE IT! A few guys came in, but no one caught my eye. I was about to collect my jacket and head across town to Heaven when a gorgeous couple came in. Both were dressed in rubber, and both were taller than I (not difficult!). The fat one was wearing a pair of shorts in shiny black rubber and a white rubber t-shirt. He looked to be about 5 foot 11. The thin one was easily 6 foot 3 or 4, and he had a pair of motorcycle rubbers on. I thought that I recognised him, but I wasn't certain. He must have known me, though, because he pointed at me and pushed his friend in my direction. When they got closer, I realised that I DID know him. He is the Head of the Finance Group at Dover House. Shit!!! As they approached me, I could see an evil smirk on his face. Hello there, Jonny... To Be Continued Instead of stuffing your fat face with donuts, consider donating the cost to Nifty. This is a valuable resource! https://donate.nifty.org/