*** This is a series of real gay experiences I've had with men and my fat moobs (man boobs). All people in the stories are over 18. ***
When I was 18, I developed a lot of new friends based on people I knew at work. I worked at a big hotel, a resort, and I had only been there a year but met all kinds of work friends. I may be a fat gay guy, and submissive by personality, but I always tend to make friends with straight guys. It's just how it all turns out.
Two of my co-workers/friends were my age as well, Josh and Aiden, I'd known them for almost 12 months. We often hung out after work, we played games or would chat late into the night...sometimes I'd crash at Josh's house, and he would give me a ride to work the next day. They both knew I was gay and were cool with it.
One night, after Aiden went home, I stayed with Josh, as I normally did. We would talk for hours, I'd lay on his bed, and he was next to me sitting at his computer desk, sometimes playing games. But the desk was big, and from my angle, I couldn't see his screen. I sat up rather quickly and saw that he was actually looking at porn pictures of naked women.
He was really embarrassed and clicked away. He explained that while he was playing, he got a pop-up ad that showed a rather busty woman, he couldn't resist clicking on it and found a site full of pictures. He apologized and was rather flustered.
"It's ok. You can keep looking at them," I said.
With a bit of surprise, he asked, "Really? It doesn't weird you out?"
I gave him some stupid excuse of approval, saying that it's his computer, his apartment, I'm just a guest and something along the lines of how it's not weird because gay men watch a lot more porn than straight men. For us, porn is not a taboo subject. I don't know if that last part is true, but it sounded true enough to me, so I figured he'd buy it, and he did.
"Oh ok, well that's cool," he said awkwardly. He pulled the site back up and continued casually scrolling. I laid back down to give him some space, and not make him feel like I was "hovering". And from that day on, anytime I stayed over late into the night, he would sometimes just watch porn videos while we talked, and sometimes the subject would even overlap into our sex lives and how that is going. And with each time we repeated this ritual, he would go into the bathroom to jack off before it was time for us to finally sleep. I always slept on the floor by the TV, he slept in his bed.
Then came an interesting night. We all worked a closing shift at the resort, and an older friend of ours picked us up some...beverages that we took back with us to Josh's apartment. So here we were, the three of us, Josh, Aiden, and me, playing video games and getting a bit rowdy. The beverages loosened us up.
It was a warm summer night, with no air conditioning, and in our haze and boisterous gaming their shirts started coming off. I often forget that it's perfectly normal for men to remove their shirts in warm weather...they haven't the slightest bit of shame about it. I, on the other hand, grew up very ashamed of my fat body. I have a smooth round and squishy belly, and two large, perky man boobs that appear very feminine. I've learned to hide them with thick, oversized shirts.
"God it's fuckin' hot in here," Aiden said. He was a tall guy, six feet, six inches tall, not muscular, but he had a runner's build with brown Latino skin.
"Yeah, it is. I can't stand it," I agreed.
Josh looked back from the game he was playing by himself, peering right at me he said, "Well for starters, if you took your shirt off, it wouldn't be so bad."
"Nah," I said, "You guys don't want to see that."
Aiden was lying back on the other side of the bed, one leg up, the other dangling over the side, he sniffed to clear his nostrils and replied, "We don't care."
"Yeah," Josh said, his eyes still glued to the screen.
"It's ok, I'll keep it on."
Josh smirked and snapped back, "You can't complain about the heat if you're gonna wear layers."
"Yeah, just take it off, no one cares," Aiden said, leaning over and lifting the side of my shirt.
I pulled it back down.
"We have a resister," Aiden announced playfully, this time yanking my shirt up with both hands.
Instinctively, my left arm went over my shirt, holding it down over my breasts to ensure they didn't see them. I recovered my shirt in time to see Josh standing up and walking over to us.
"What are you afraid of chub-chub?" Josh laughed.
Aiden was still jokingly trying to pry up my shirt.
I was giggling, I genuinely found the situation playful and funny.
"I'll fight you guys off; no one gets to see my goodies!" I joked, standing up and starting to walk away.
From behind, me Aiden quickly got to his feet, saying "Let's bet". He tried reaching around my belly and pulling my shirt up from the front. I held it down with my right hand and continued to protect my boobs with my left arm.
Aiden's attempts to grab my shirt tickled me and I kept on giggling.
Josh stood in front of me, "Sir, have you been shoplifting today? What are you hiding under there?" he teased.
Aiden's hands grabbed my wrists, and he pulled my hands up to my shoulders, "I got him, Josh!"
When I realized I couldn't break free from his powerful grip, I just stopped trying. I was laughing too much to resist anyway.
Josh took the opportunity to lift my shirt all the way up, holding it just below my neck. He paused when he saw my massive, round breasts. "Woah." With the warm weather, my nipples were quite soft and puffy. My areolas are large and round, pink, with a round teat at the center the size of a button on a game controller.
"What is it?" Aiden asked from behind me.
The surprised look, and daredevil smirk that Josh wore on his face were the last thing I saw before he lifted the shirt over my head, blocking my sight. I couldn't move my hands to pull the shirt off of my head. I could only stand there, helpless to cover up, at the mercy of my two friends.
"We got a situation here, Officer Aiden," Josh said, pretending like I was some kind of suspect needing a pat-down. "I think you should see this."
I could feel Aiden lean in, his chest against my back, his head resting on my shoulder as he peered down at my breasts.
