Cliff always knew he was gay, growing up he was always the quiet child playing alone. He would make up elaborate stories about his toys meeting and falling in love with each other. His older brother's action figures were frequently used. The big buff bearded GI Joes would swoon over Batman or one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
As he got into his teens his creativity continued and he constructed a long running story about the various people he saw around Corpus.
Cliff was always the short, chubby kid with a terrible body image problem due to the jocks at school. He was always afraid of taking off his shirt around fit guys.
Cliff went to a nearby art college in the bigger city and learned film production. There he really came into his own as a director. Cliff's plan was to graduate and become a Hollywood director. Still being more of an introvert and spending long hours sitting and directing and editing had lead to Cliff putting on some weight and leading him to an unhealthy snacking habit and weighing in at 260 pounds at 5'9".
Cliff graduated and moved to California to make it as a director.
After years of trying Cliff found his narrative films never got the attention of many people. A few of his shorts played at various smaller film festivals and drew a small crowd after the screenings, but no Hollywood talent seekers were knocking on his door or sending him emails. By this time Cliff was up to 310 pounds and was prematurely losing his hair.
One days he was contacted by one of the actors he had worked with on one of his shorts and was asked to direct him in a porn.
At first Cliff was a bit put off but he needed the job so he did it... And won for best new director at the Dicky Awards, an award show for amateur porn.
Cliff saw it as a career, a hired gun to direct. He would often fluff up the scripts he got and it lead to the films being celebrated by the community.
When he was 29 Cliff's parents decided to downsize and move into senior living because the big farm was too much for them. Cliff saw an opportunity and jumped on to it and got the paid off farm house in Corpus and knew he could shoot whatever he wanted there.
About three years into having his own home studio, Cliff was up to 360 pounds now with a rapidly balding head that he kept buzzed down. One day Cliff came across a handsome young man who answered the online ad. His name was Chet, he was 23 and from California, $30 dollars to his name and had that classic California beach guy look down to a point! He was a tall 6'2", had slightly wavey blonde hair, and, pecs, the works(!), a killer bright white smile, came dressed in blue jeans and a white tank top and could perform. He was also a total himbo, dumb as a stick, a lot of heart and took direction perfectly. He could learn his lines in no time but couldn't tell you what temperature water boiled at.
After the shoot Chet asked Cliff is there was anywhere to stay for the night and seeing how Chet had only made a few bucks on the shoot decided to put him up in the spare room at the farm house.
That night Cliff awoke to Chet climbing over him, naked with lust in his eyes.
"Umm, hi..?" Cliff said nervous as the beautiful Adonis was over him. His perfect abs just grazing the sheet above Cliff's big gut.
"Hey," Chet said in his seductive voice and smiled, the smile that could melt any heart," Saw you checking me out while on set."
"Umm, yeah," Cliff said and blushed. He had slept with porn actors before, but he always felt like they were after something with him.
"I was checking you out too," Chet said and his strong hand grabbed Cliff's lovehandles through the sheet," I fucking love fat men! They make me so fucking horny!"
Cliff felt Chet's massive 10" dick press into his gut and gulped.
"Can I fuck you?" Chet asked, his eyes burning with desire.
"Oh god yes!" Cliff exclaimed and Chet launched himself into Cliff and viciously kissed and gripped Cliff's thick rolls and belly.
"Be gentle," Cliff moaned as he felt amazing pleasure as Chet was able to push, pressure and stretch erogenous zones he never knew he had.
Cliff swore he came five times in an hour that night. Chet really was the real deal.
The rest of the week was lost to lust and sex. Chet was designed for breeding and Cliff could barely keep up with his young lover.
After another wild session Cliff found out that Chet was disowned by his conservative family and really had no where to go and was a high school drop out. Chet said the only thing he was good at was sex. Cliff offered to be his manager, Cliff was already his own manager so he figured he could take this young stud under his wing and help his set himself up for whenever Chet got tired of him..
But that didn't happen. Four years later Chet and Cliff still fuck like rabbits. They incorporated food and roleplay into their sex life very early and would make their own porn films. Cliff would then translate them into their regular work and Chet would also travel and work with other directors. If Cliff needed Chet hard at work he would only need to lift his belly and probe his deep belly button within eye sight of Chet.
Hours of snacking while writing and editing were almost balanced by the physical activity of the sex they were having but Cliff has found himself up to 410 pounds. Chet was Cliff's muse and has Cliff writing and directing narrative short films again that have been making noise in the local film festival circuit. Cliff and Chet have an open relationship as long as they are honest and get tested frequently together.
How do Cliff and Chet come into contact with the Fat Husbands Club?
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