Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2008 09:22:22 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Fatties Anonymous" by Jay Roberts Gay Fantasy/Sci Fi ++Here's the drill: under 18 GO! Over 18: Welcome Here it is, noon July 4th, 95 degrees and 69% humidity. It doesn't bother my customers, no, they're in and out of the water, or lolling with their girl or boy friends, on blankets. I should enjoy Venice Beach shouldn't I? This place of the beautiful people. But here I am, carrying an ice chest with bottles of water. They're not for me; they are to sell to the creatures on the blankets. How did I get in this predicament? I am 19 years old, going to summer school nearby. I need the credit. But I also need money. I answered an ad in Craigs List. It read something like this: Young man needed to sell bottled water on Venice Beach. You buy them for one dollar, Sell them for four dollars. Keep the difference. Apply at booth near Sally's restaurant, 10AM, Wednesday, July 3rd. This seemed just the kind of mindless way of making money I needed. What I hadn't figured is that I am not suited for long hours on the beach. Me, Dave, thirty pounds over weight. Red headed Dave of the pink white skin that burns easily. Dave of the heat rash in my neck folds and other personal places, like under my ball sac. I decided it might be hot work, but with my rotundity, this was the only job I could do. Now don't get the idea that I am ugly. I do have nice hair, curly red and green eyes. But my tee shirt is always worn untucked, and my slight pot holds it out. My ass is a bit lardy and my legs a bit overly thick. But I do get sex, yeah, mostly in men's rooms and the tile is hard on my knees. There are supposed to be guys known as chubby chasers who long for boys like me, but I have never met one yet. I found the guy who advertised. He was out in front of Sally's. No booth. There were three other poor fools, but strangely as I arrived, he dismissed the other applicants and told me I was hired. Naturally I got the finger from the rejects. He had one ice chest packed with ice. It sure was heavy, but he told me as the ice melts, it gets lighter. Inside were the goods: Ten 16 oz. bottles of Arctic Water. "I never heard of this brand," I told him. The weird thing was that Joe, that was his name, was also a chubby red head, 'course he was about forty or more. "Don't worry about that, the boys will be so hot and dry, they will welcome it." "Why do you say "boys"? He leered at me. "Davy, I've been watching you. You have an inferiority complex. These bottles may change your life." I mumbled that it isn't a complex, I am inferior. But he was already putting away my money, plus $5 deposit on the box and ice and getting ready to leave. Just as he was about two yards away, he turned and spoke very clearly. "Only sell to boys you like, and if you sell all, I have a bonus for you. I figured he was a character. I crossed from the concrete walk unto the sand. "Is that water?" "Yes," I said to a teenage girl, just barely in a bathing suit. I took her money and she unscrewed the cap. She drank, and then spit it out and gagged. "This stuff is shit, give me my money back. You fat fuck." Unbelievable the way they raise girls these days. At least my suckees say thanks...well sometimes. That left me with nineteen bottles. I hoped that the one she hated was like the broken pretzel in the box. I hopped up and down as my plump (but nice shaped) feet hit the sand that had been heated up and was about to turn into silica glass. Close to the water, the sand was damp and I decided I would stick to the people along this stretch. In front of me was a beach type; you've seen him, over six three, hairy, bulging with muscles and aggressive in nature. I bet he was gorgeous at sixteen, but then his over production of testosterone produced these overly he man product. But he was really sexy to me. I bet he was hung. "Are you looking at my prick, you butterball?" He had a real deep voice. "Whatca got there, water? How much?" I told him. He grabbed a bottle, then pulled his scanty bathing suit waist aside and reached in for his money. This was a nasty guy; he kept scowling at me as he raised the bottle to his lips. He took a small sip. His face relaxed, and then he smiled at me. With a smile he looked pretty good, as least not like a murderer. "Hey," he crooned at me, "You're not half bad. How about flopping here with me on my blanket and make out a little." "Thanks," I told him, "But I have my profession, water seller. I must press on, but thanks for the invitation." As I made my way along the strand I wondered what the fuck came over that monster. It couldn't be the water...or could it. That guy who hired me was a bit strange. I hoped I wasn't dispensing some drug or something. Just in front of me were two college boys. I could tell from the UCLA letters on their tee shirts. They were beauties. One blond and one with tan skin and black hair. They were toasting their muscular young fronts, their arms crossed behind their backs, displaying their deep pits. Blondie was thick with hair, even though his chest was smooth. Blackie was also endowed with thick shiny pit hair. Oh, I bet it smelled delicious. I croaked out, "Water?" The blond hottie lifted his head. He fixed me with his electric blue eyes, "We ain't got no water. Fountain's in the crapper." He sure wasn't studying speech at school. "No, I am selling water. Are you boys thirsty?" He made a frowning face. Shit I have seen that look so many times. It say, 'You want my cock, you freak.' Then he turned to Blackie. Ooh, he was as handsome as a model. Could they lovers. No, I judged but the sports equipment tossed around the blanket, that they were straight. Too bad. "Hey Juan, you want water?" Juan sat up. He must have been sleeping. He mumbled asking the price. "You could share," I suggested. "We gotta cup here. We'll take one bottle. I hope it is cold gay boy." Uh oh. They always seem to know. I think it is my pulchritude that tips them off. Skinny guys can pass. Blondie put the bottle and took the cap off with his teeth. Ooh, it almost looked like he was sucking cock. He kept the bottle but poured some into a plastic cup, left over from an earlier drink, I guess. The two held their water (hey that sounds funny, doesn't it?) and Blackie husked at me. "Okay fattie, get going. You're blocking my sun." Then as if I was counting, they both began to drink. Blondie looked over the bottle, "Where yu going. Come on join us." He patted a spot between them. There was plenty of room, straight boys never sit too close. Blackie also patted the spot. I wasn't sure that they might murder me, but what the hell, I settled myself between their sweaty, lovely smelling bodies. "Hey Juan," Blondie said, "Put up the tent." Now at this beach, sex was always in the air, and sex was often accomplished under blankets or umbrellas. These bois were even more efficient. They were ready if they talked some girl into their web. It was a blue umbrella, but when opened, really a sort of igloo tent. Juan did as he was asked and in a minute, the three of us were in a private space. The two guys drank some more water. "No thanks," I said, who knows what effect it would have on me. "Close your eyes, cutie, Blondie, who was named Jeff, said. I did it and then something sublime happened. Something I had always dreamed about. Some teenage, jock hands were holding up my feet and a long hot tongue was licking my toes, then my other foot's big toe was in the mouth of another boy, and he was sucking hard, as if he could get cum out of it. I was moaning like a goat. Next the two faces were up near mine. They took turned kissing my face and lips. Let me die right now because nothing will match these events. I was wrong, strong, eager hands pulled down my faded tan shorts, then my stretched out jock. "Ooh," Blondie lisped. Look at that golden red hair all around his adorable prick. Now my endowment is not prodigious, but it is nice. It's very pale pink, except for my cherry colored head. I have a really heavy, hairless ball sac, that they were now lifting up out of the way and one, I think Juan, putting his lips and kissing that space between the balls and my ass hole. They must have read my mind. Blondie lifted my legs and began licking my ass hole. This was heaven. A sandy beach will always remind me of this moment. I think that they were slowly bringing me to orgasm, even through the real act hadn't happened. Suddenly their ministrations stopped abruptly. I lifted my head. The boys were looking at each other quizzically. Juan said wonderingly, "Do you think we have turned queer?" Blondie said, "I just don't know. There must have been a drug in that water." He turned to me. "Hey flag-fag, get outta here before we punch you out." As I got myself together, I heard Juan say to his friend, "He seemed good looking before, but now he's a fat slob, when I look close. What the hell happened? I didn't know anymore than they did. Was it that date-rape stuff. I didn't think so. It wouldn't have worked to change their orientation. Shaking my head I walked on, the freezer box was lighter now and icy water was dripping down my leg. Ahead of me were four frat jocks tossing a football, threatening the folks nearby every time they fumbled it. As I neared them, the kid nearest me called out. "What's in the box? Ice Cream? Water, huh? Okay, one bottle for each of us." Hey business was good. Lets see that will leave me with a easy few to sell. I handed out the bottles and that first guy handed me a ten dollar bill and told me to keep the change. They must have been rich kids. I handed out four bottles and started on my way. One of the kids called to me. "Hey, what's your name, come on back, I'd like to talk to you." I headed back. The others were upending their bottles, and so help me each one had a big bulge in their tiny bathing suits. The boy who had first ordered the water had his prick sticking out of the side. "You're some looker kid. Do you model?" "Hey, you want to hang with us?" "I'd love to see your stuff." This went on awhile. They were hot for me, but also each other. This water was a gay maker. Pretty soon one took my ice chest and put it down on their triple blanket area and pulled my arm to get me to join them. In a few moments the boys were wrestling and rubbing their bodies on each other and two were kissing. What must the other people on the beach think? Well nothing. I guess they were used to seeing gay activity. Two boys were deep into a 69, the sucking and moaning noises were pretty loud. I sat with me hands around my knees enjoying the show. They were so busy with each other that they forgot about me. I stayed until each of the boys got their nut. When they finished and were laying on their backs, panting. I knew, like the Lone Ranger, that my work here was done. I had two bottles left. I had to pee. I hopped on one foot and another to make my way up to the toilet and shower area. This was a large building. There must have been twelve urinals, six cubicles and a large shower room with about six spray heads. I put my ice chest on the floor and went to an empty urinal. There were two other urinals being used, far from mine. I heard a voice behind me. "Hey fella, you sellin' drinks? I'm really dry." I was still peeing. I called over my shoulder. "Yeah, $4, it's water." I was now at the stage that my heavy pee was diminishing to about five spurts and then to the shake it stage. I felt my shorts being pulled down. This was through the agency of the tanned kid who had asked about the drink. He shoved the money into my shorts pocket and began to lick my ass hole. "Oh that's a lovely ass," He breathed on it. "Come into the shower room." I began to feel the power of this stuff. When we were in the empty shower room I turned to him. "What's your name?" Bobby he said softly, like a little boy. "Well Bobby, how would you like your ass plowed?" Without a word he dropped his shorts and went over to the tiled wall and stuff out his cute tan ass like a good little boy. I was hard as a rock. I pushed the head into his ass, which seemed to suck me in. Now I had never fucked anyone. I myself had been fuck twice. It wasn't my thing to be fucked, but I dreamed of fucking someone. He was perfect. He loved it and loved my work. I fucked him slowly and then fast, deep and shallow. I reached around and shagged him in time to my strokes. He was mewling and crying. Hell, I was king of the fuckers. Pretty soon the poor boy couldn't take anymore of the double stimulation and his cock began to spew mightily, wetting my hands and decorating the wall. That did it. I bucked and fucked and shot at least six heavy doses of white syrup into his hot insides. He slipped to the floor and looked up gratefully at me. "I've never had sex with a man before. It was terrific. Can we see each other again." I was exhausted from the fuck, the heat, and the strangeness of the day. I decided to take my last bottle back, the hell with the bonus and turn in my ice chest. The ice was all melted. I found Joe easily. He was sitting on a bench near the place I had first met him. "Hey kid. How's business? I bet you had fun." "Yeah, it was really interesting. What're you, some kind of a magician or spook?" "You could say that. Now boy, I see you have one left and that'll be your bonus." "What, a bottle of water?" "Yes, but not an ordinary one. You see when your customers drank the water they saw you in a different way. A slim handsome, muscular boy with golden red curls and green eyes. A total babe." I shrugged. I downed the bottle, all 16 oz of it, burbed and stood there a minute. Something was happening. I looked down at my legs. They were no longer fat, but perfectly shaped and muscular. My tee shirt was flat against my tight abs. I felt my neck, no more fat there. "There's a mirror, over there, by the sunglasses. Take a look. Oh yes, this new look is permanent. I used to be just like you at your age." I looked in the mirror and then turned to look behind me, thinking it wasn't me in the mirror. I was the sex object of all sex objects. I loved me. I turned to go back to Joe to thanks him. There was no one there. The ice chest was also gone. End