LOVE HANDLES - a Yaoi harem.

CHAPTER I

All characters here definitely don't exist.
Tyreece I love you xx

As the brisk sun settled across the Saturn fields, my shoes untied and my legs given up under me as I sat down, my hands  prickled by the dead, mowed grass. For a the sun making my eyes squint, using my hand to shield me from the blinding light only for shade to be provided. Confusion stuck me as I looked up, my eyes once squinted now wide as dinner plates as I saw a very broad, and prominent figure. Looming over me like a proud tower, Ahmed. His Willy wacking my face as I quickly looked down, blushing as I rubbed my thighs together.

Thankfully his knob, third leg, was hidden by his baggy clothes. Apart of me wished they didn't exist. I've loved Ahmed since we were 3, our mothers meeting at a brothel where they had conceived us. We've been tight ever since, tight like a booty hole.

"You alright, Tyreece?" I woke up from my daze as I quickly rubbed my neck, moving my hair away from the sweaty puddle bound to form.
"Y-yes— Uhm, why are you stood up?" I asked meekly, Ahmed's always been better than me. Smarter than me, stronger than me, Handsomer than me.. god he was perfect. It made me jealous a boy could of taken my heart, a boy. Why not some hot girl? A girl in rival of Megan fox even?? But no. Ahmed.

Ahmed didn't respond as he merely used his sausage like fingers to point at the distant figures, taking their fine strides across the vacant field of mellow gold and dark green.

One shorter than the rest, 5'5 at best, a fringe loomed atop of his chiselled face. Down turned eyes yet fair skin, Sharp nose and kitted eyebrows. (Kayden)

Another was like two in one, one with a blue bag and the other with a green. Their faces the same as if doppelgängers were now normalised. Twins. I thought, their curled brunette hairs and round noses made them seem identical. (Rafe and Gabe)

One was a girl, very gorgeous but not my type. Light brown hair with blonde highlights, very long, chiselled features and very large eyed with round full lips. (Idk)

Another male, Taller however with fluffy blonde hair and pale skin. Red and blush in some areas as he had a prominent nose and blue eyes. The type Hitler would fancy. (Cole)

Another the type that looks like he belongs to a tech support group. His glasses and brown hair making him a special edition to the crew, A paki. (mughees)

As I watched these heroic figures walk over to me and my Ahmed. I felt a little 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂. As they walked over I was compelled to stand up, my small legs finding it hard to support my large, dangerous mass. As the one that keeps farting with the fringe walked over to me, I thought he was going to put a hand on me.. but no. He moved his hand past me and went for the bottle of vodka, that I never knew was set there. As I watched the shorter, 5'5 male down it as if nothing in the world mattered. I wondered how such a tiny body was able to consume such vast amounts of alkahal.
I watched as the girl picked up her phone and immediately screamed "YES MUM?!" before walking away from the group. Who the fuck was she?? Dickhead. Pick me bitch.

At least one of them walked over to me, with some broad intention of speaking to little ole me. My hair legs getting stuck to the blue shorts Ahmed lent me bc mine split in half after I attempted a to merely bend over. The twin, almost like a split kitkat waddled over to me with his cute little legs as he suddenly had a rose in his mouth wherever the fuck that came from. Only distinguishing him from the blue bag.
"You look troubled, need a drink, big boy?" I shuddered at the thought as I felt my knees almost give under me, im no woman but I felt my pants get wet. Maybe I pissed myself, whoops.

"I shouldn't take a drink from someone I don't know the name of" I giggled shyly as I turned my head around to watch as everyone was sharing bottle of glory.

"Names Gabe. Gabriel to be exact" he says in a husky, seductive tone that makes a fat tan boy fall to his knees. I must stay loyal to Ahmed.
I thought however the temptations where everywhere. The thought of being on a rollercoaster on his bouncy curls made my balls start playing the xylophone. "And you are?" He says romantically as he poured me in some liquor from his bumhole. Fuck knows where it came from everyone's drinking I swear Ahmed was a Muslim.

"You clearly.. don't know who I am, I'm Tyreece, Norman.. Robertson... buddy" I say with a matching alluring tone as he filled my drink. Handing it to me as I giggled cheerfully like a happy school girl. I'm a very light drinker, too light. I get drunk after a mere atom of alkahal. As I drank I felt my world spinning, I wobbled as I watched Gabe panic and try to help me. Only for me to topple over.. whoops.

Gabe? No.. it was his twin. The green bag, what's his name? I don't know. I watched as I pinned him down to the lavish grass, my belly rubbed against his very flat stomach. I watched in horror as I quickly got off him. "I-I'm so sorry! I-I-I didn't meant to crush you!" I whined however he put a finger on my lip as he went.

"Oh hush now, Mistakes happen" I felt my cheeks flare red. I watched as Ahmed didn't even look at me, busy talking to the one with the fringe, the alcoholic.

"Kayden are you StUPid?! Why did you wear to mams knickers instead of YOURS?!?" Ahmed yelled at Kayden? I watched as the two yelled and kayden slurred at his words.

"What u gonna do change them for me??" He says as he dropped his pants to intact reveal pink laced underwear with the words 'juicy' on the back of his flat bum.
I looked away out of being shy as I was stopped by rafe, who stood up and helped me up as well. My hairy legs growing in sweat.

"Thank you.." I mumbled as rafe just shrugged and looked away with a cold glare. How mysterious. I looked around the group and saw gabe speaking to an Indian and a gay man. Or well I think he is?? I walk over, my steps being able to break floor boards by how heavy I am. As Heidi would say! 'I'm heavy footed'.

"Are you daft? It's fanny. Not vagina, vagina sounds too.. posh" the gay one says, his voice high pitched and his attitude reeked of femininity. He says playing with his chin as he spoke to the Indian and gabe. I was too drunk for this. Before I knew it I walked over, the gay man stopped speaking as he was laughing as he saw me. The Indian stepped in.

"Hello Tyreece norman Robbertson" he says so casually as I looked surprised. So meek and shy before I say..
"H-how do you know my name?" I asked shyly as I immediately started slipping a hand in my pants to scratch my itchy balls.

"I told them about you, and might I say.. you're a fine piece of art" Gabe says as he slapped my bum which earned a jump and a finger bite, the same finger I used to scratch my balls.

"Very splendid to meet you, I'm Immigrant 065. But do refer to me as mughees" the specky cunt spoke as he brought his hand out to shake, I shook as well before pulling my hands riddled with pubes away. "This is Cole" mughees introduces me to the blonde male who was creasing.

"Where did you get your shorts from? A charity shop?" I felt embarrassed as Cole said that, pulling my shirt over my bum however it was so tight it was nearly ripping. I don't know what happened, I was so embarrassed that I ran at kayden in full force, and out of pure instinct I knocked him out and drank out of the vodka bottle. There was nothing, but a mere drop.

A drop

A singular drop of vodka.

My tongue out preparing for the string. Only for the moment it landed on my tongue I fell back, hairy legs in the air with my blue tongue out. Was I dead?? Did Cole kill me?? My head slammed against the grass as a massive crater formed because of my obesity. I laid there like a dead dog.

While I was unconscious the group spoke amongst themselves on what to do, but only one tried to help me.

Ahmed.

Ahmed lifted my fat rolls off the floor and carried me over his shoulder, the male equivalent of a bridal carry. My bum in the air as the rich smell of smegma caused noses around me to pinch and wince at the odour.
And before I knew it Ahmed carried me.. but where?

My balls itch <3