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Dear Mr. Fix-it: Getting Noticed by Blake

Dear Mr. Fix-it,

I know you usually give advice on how to repair radios or lawn mowers or loose gutters, but I’ve got a situation that’s a little more complicated. You see there’s this guy at work – his name’s Blake – and he’s really hot. He’s tall and built and has got a killer smile. And from what I can tell, he’s really smart, too. The problem is that he only seems to look at other big jocks, and, well, that’s not me. I’m 6’1” but only weigh 140 pounds – l...

Big Bulge

Burl Johnson waddled his 300-pound body up the steps in his apartment building carrying two just-delivered extra-large pizzas in his arms.  The smell coming from the boxes was intoxicating and his stomach was rumbling, even though he had already eaten his first dinner a few hours earlier.

He put the pizzas down on the kitchen counter as soon as he was inside his apartment and dug in to the pepperoni, cheese, and sauce.

Sometime around 2:00am, and not quite remembering when he...

Everybody Loves Buck: Jake Edition

Jake sat at a window table waiting for Steve, the mystery man he had been set up with by his sister. He didn’t know much about him other than his name and that he worked at an accounting firm.

But Emily, Jake’s sister, promised that Steve was a ‘really good guy’ and that Jake would like him.

So Jake patiently, and even a little excitedly, waited for his blind date to arrive. It was still a little early, 10 minutes before 5:00pm, and the dining room of the restaurant was em...

Pack on the Muscle

As he walked down the sidewalk, Dalton couldn’t help smiling at how well things were going. It was his 25th birthday, which was certainly going to be better than the previous 24. He had managed to convince Hans to come over that evening, and Dalton knew that they were going to have a good time together. And most importantly, his formula was almost ready.

“Just a few more minutes,” he thought, “and puny Dalton will be a thing of the past.”

The six-pack of beer in his hand...

From Bruiser to Loser, Part 6 (Conclusion)

Friday, April 2

Pete awoke and looked at his clock. 7:00am. He shoved his comforter out of the way and jumped out of bed.

He was naked except for his jockstrap, and quickly got dressed in the some of the new clothes he had bought yesterday while shopping with his boyfriend, Chad. Pete had outgrown Bruiser’s clothes, much to his surprise, so they had gone to the local Big & Tall shop to find him new threads. He picked up a black tank top and black sh...

From Bruiser to Loser, Part 5

Wednesday, March 31

Pete awoke and looked at the clock. 7:30am. He shoved his comforter off him and quickly got out of bed.

He took off his pinstriped pajamas, changed into a black t-shirt and black shorts, and raced downstairs. His first stop was the kitchen, where he drank two protein shakes, and then down to the basement to workout.

Pete followed the beginner’s routine that he had found the previous week, but he was lifting much heavier weights...

From Bruiser to Loser, Chapter 4

Monday, March 29

Bruiser awoke and looked at the clock. 2:58pm. It was the third or fourth time he had checked it, and he knew he needed to get up.

“I should go work out,” he thought. “But that probably isn’t in the cards today.”

He’d spent most of the weekend in bed, assuming he had caught the flu on Friday, and hoping that the rest would make him feel better. It didn’t. His whole body felt odd and out of sorts, like he wasn’t who h...

From Bruiser to Loser, Part 3

Friday, March 26

Bruiser awoke and looked at his clock. 2:12pm.

“Fuck, I slept way too long,” he thought.

He got up, shaved, brushed his teeth, got dressed in his usual t-shirt and shorts, and headed for the kitchen. Pete was at his cooking class, but he had made two protein shakes for Bruiser before leaving. Bruiser drank both down quickly, enjoying the chocolate taste.

Bruiser tossed the canisters into the sink and noticed a dirty one al...

From Bruiser to Loser, Part 2

Wednesday, March 24

Bruiser awoke and looked at his clock. 12:05pm. A little earlier than he normally got up, but he still felt very rested.

He got out of bed and greeted himself in the mirror in his usual manner by flexing his biceps, and smiling.

“Fuck, yeah. Big stud, big muscle.”

He shaved and brushed his teeth in the bathroom, went to his dresser and pulled out a white tank top and blue workout shorts, dressed, and then headed for the...

From Bruiser to Loser, Part 1

Monday, March 22

Bruiser Reeves awoke and looked at the small alarm clock. 12:45pm. He opened his big mouth to yawn, pushed the black comforter off his almost-naked body, and glided out of bed.

The sun streamed in between the blinds covering his window and provided just enough light for the big man to catch his reflection in the extra-large full-length mirror attached to his bedroom wall. Wearing only his jockstrap, he stood up to his full 6’4” height...