Meet the Big Guy - Part 1 (Patreon)

Kevin wandered around the living room with his phone in one hand and a smile on his face, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who was supposed to be responsibly watching over his parents’ house for the weekend. The place felt strangely quiet, peaceful even, especially because his younger twin brothers, Mike and Mitch, weren’t stomping around or yelling at each other over protein shakes and football highlights.

He couldn’t remember the last time the house had been this calm, but he liked it.

His feet dragged softly across the floor while he checked another message on his phone, and his smile grew without him even noticing. He leaned briefly against the back of the couch while reading it again. His blue eyes scanned the screen even though he had already memorized every word. Being alone meant he could openly stare at the profile photo of the person texting him. Nobody was there to judge him, especially his brothers.

Kevin was pretty athletic. At 5’10” and around 160 pounds, he had a lean, toned frame. His shoulders and chest were decent, and his torso stayed slim all the way down to his waist—accentuated by his oversized dark blue tank top that hung loosely over his torso. Jogging, hiking, and moving around had given him natural definition in his arms and abdomen without making him bulky.

He was a healthy, attractive young man, but some parts of him made people stare.

His hips were broader than most guys with his frame, giving his lower body smoother lines that stood out under everything he wore. His ass was naturally full and rounded—great genetics, most people said, making even loose athletic shorts strain a bit. The gray shorts he wore hugged tightly whenever he moved, stretching over the thick globes of meat that looked unfair on someone with such a lean upper body.

The fit at the front wasn’t much better. Kevin had grown used to absentmindedly adjusting his bulge throughout the day because it wasn’t easy to hide the shape of his cock and heavy balls, especially in softer athletic clothes like these. Even when soft, his shorts pressed visibly against his crotch, and whenever he moved the wrong way or leaned at certain angles, the outline became almost obscene. He had to casually tug the fabric back into place now and then, so things looked at least somewhat decent.

Apart from that, Kevin was ridiculously handsome.

His blond hair was messy on top in a way that somehow still looked styled, with soft strands falling over his forehead while the sides stayed cleaner. His blue eyes were bright and expressive beneath long lashes that most women would have envied. His lips always looked naturally pink, especially when he bit down on them while thinking. His face had a youthful softness to it that made him look younger than 23, his actual age, but it never crossed into feminine territory. He had one of those unfairly beautiful faces that immediately drew attention.

And that beautiful face was glowing while he stared at his phone like an idiot, reading a message from a contact he had saved as “Big guy❤️.”

“Almost there,” the big guy texted.

Kevin’s grin widened as he replied, “You’re late. I’ve been suffering alone for HOURS.”

The response came within seconds: “Your wait will be worth it. I promise.”

Kevin chuckled, typing the reply: “Hurry up! We’ve got the whole house all weekend.”

The second he sent it, he bit his lower lip and shook his head at himself, smiling harder. His stomach fluttered pleasantly as some memories came to mind.

He had been dating the “big guy” for almost a year, and somehow his family still had absolutely no idea. Part of that was because Kevin had always been private about relationships. Another part was because introducing the big guy to his family felt less like introducing a boyfriend and more like dropping a bomb into the middle of the house. His parents would ask endless questions. Mike and Mitch would become absolutely unbearable.

Kevin preferred keeping this part of his life to himself for a little while longer, so having the whole house to themselves was a dream come true.

He pushed himself away from the couch with a soft laugh and headed toward the kitchen, already mentally planning the rest of the evening. The counters were packed with groceries and trays of food. There were enough burger patties to feed a football team, bags of buns stacked near the toaster, bowls full of chopped vegetables, packages of cheese, bacon ready for the grill outside, giant bags of chips, marinated potatoes waiting to go into the oven, and enough soda to stock an entire mini mart.

Kevin loved feeding the big guy, and he had the whole week to do so. There was something deeply satisfying about watching him eat happily, especially because he ate like a human black hole. The man was big and somehow always hungry. Kevin had learned quickly that if he planned on feeding him, he needed to buy food in ridiculous amounts.

He moved through the kitchen while organizing everything. Now and then, he checked his phone again, even though barely any time had passed. He kept smiling for no reason, thinking about finally having an entire weekend alone together without interruptions, responsibilities, or family around to bother them. It sounded perfect.

Then, Kevin had just started seasoning another tray of burger patties when he heard tires crunching outside near the driveway. His face lit up instantly.

“Finally,” he said happily. He wiped his hands on a towel and headed for the front door, already smiling before he even reached it. But the moment he opened the door, the smile froze completely. “Oh, hell no.”

It wasn’t the big guy’s vehicle; it was the twins’ truck.

Before Kevin could even fully process what was happening, both doors swung open at the same time. Mike and Mitch slowly got out like two massive problems sent specifically to ruin his peaceful weekend.

“Damn it!” Kevin whispered, watching his younger brothers stretch after the ride.

The 20-year-old twins were impossible to ignore. At 6’6”, they towered over almost everybody they met, but their height wasn’t even the most intimidating thing about them—it was their immense mass. Both of them weighed almost 300 pounds, and none of it looked sloppy. Years of football, brutal workouts, constant eating, and aggressive bulking had built bodies that looked absurdly dense with muscle.

Their thick thighs strained against their pants, and their massive asses were as ridiculous as the rest of them. The twins had inherited the same genetics as Kevin, naturally carrying more fullness through their hips and lower bodies, but years of heavy lifting had exaggerated it even further. Their bubble butts looked absurdly round and thick, perfectly shaped and stretching the fabric tightly whenever they moved. Combined with their massive thighs and thick waists, it only made both of them look even bigger.

Their arms looked heavy enough to break furniture or punch holes through walls without effort, and their broad shoulders stretched their shirts tightly across broad pecs and thick backs. The slight layer of softness covering all that muscle somehow made them look even more imposing. They didn’t have the dry, sculpted look of bodybuilders. They looked powerful.

And because genetics apparently enjoyed showing off, they were both breathtakingly handsome. Their blond hair was slightly curlier and messier than Kevin’s, falling around their masculine faces that looked rougher than their brother’s softer beauty. They had the same blue eyes as Kevin and the same lips—only fuller. Their jaws were stronger, though; their brows heavier; and their overall presence was overwhelming in a way Kevin couldn’t even imagine.

Mike wore a sleeveless compression shirt that showed absolutely everything because, of course, he was showing off. Every movement pulled the fabric tightly across his massive chest and shoulders, outlining the thick muscle underneath. His athletic shorts fit him just as tightly, stretched across his thighs and absurdly rounded ass that strained the fabric when he moved.

Mitch wore a loose dark hoodie with the sleeves pushed up, though the oversized clothing barely hid how gigantic his arms and chest were. Even with the looser fit, his sweatpants still strained heavily around his lower body, outlining thick thighs and the heavy ass whenever he walked beside his brother.

The second they saw Kevin standing in the doorway, both twins grinned.

“KEVIN!” Both young men shouted at the same time.

“No, no, no,” Kevin sighed, taking a deep breath as the twins approached.

The two massive guys practically charged him. They wrapped their huge arms around him from both sides before he could escape, and suddenly his feet weren’t touching the ground.

Kevin burst into laughter while the twins lifted him between them. “Oh come on!”

“There’s our little brother,” Mike laughed loudly near his ear.

“You’re definitely lighter,” Mitch added while squeezing him tighter.

“I am NOT lighter!” Kevin replied.

“You totally are,” Mike added playfully.

The twins laughed while holding him several inches off the ground, swallowing him up between their enormous bodies. Kevin’s tank top rode up slightly as they squeezed him against their thick chests. Their size difference always felt ridiculous during moments like these. Kevin wasn’t tiny by normal standards, but next to the twins, he felt compact and easy to toss around.

Still, despite the annoyance, Kevin couldn’t help but laugh. The twins were exhausting in every possible way—loud, rough, and constantly invading his personal space—but they were still his younger brothers. Under all the flexing and teasing, there was something affectionate about how they treated him. They were ridiculously huge, both of them so much larger than him that lifting him around had become second nature, but sometimes, they still acted exactly like they had when they were all kids.

Eventually, Kevin shoved weakly at Mike’s shoulder while laughing breathlessly. “Okay, okay, put me down before one of you breaks something.”

The twins lowered him reluctantly, still grinning down at him while Kevin fixed his shirt and glared up at both of them. “What are you doing here?”

The twins exchanged identical looks and shrugged at the same time.

“We just wanted to come home,” Mitch said.

“Thought it’d be fun,” Mike added.

Kevin chuckled. “Well, Mom and Dad aren’t even here. So, bad luck.”

That clearly surprised both twins.

“They’re not?” Mike asked.

“No. They’re away for the weekend. I’m watching the house,” Kevin responded calmly.

The twins looked at each other again before identical grins spread across their faces.

“So we’ve got the whole house to ourselves,” Mike announced proudly.

“No,” Kevin corrected immediately. “I have the whole house to myself.”

Both twins burst out laughing.

“That’s adorable,” Mitch snorted. “You can’t stop us from coming in.”

Before Kevin could even react, Mike bent slightly, hooked Kevin over one shoulder as he weighed absolutely nothing, and started carrying him into the house, belly first.

“Mike!” Kevin shouted. “Put me down, you clown.”

“You can’t leave us homeless, bro,” Mitch said, walking inside behind his brother.

Kevin groaned, hanging over Mike’s shoulder, with one arm dangling uselessly toward the floor while Mike carried him with absurd ease, as if hauling around his older brother required no more effort than carrying a backpack.

“You two are actually the worst,” Kevin said, annoyed but smiling.

“You love us,” Mitch replied.

“Debatable,” Kevin added.

Mike finally lowered the older brother carefully onto the couch, and both twins started making themselves comfortable. Their bags hit the floor carelessly, and their shoes got kicked aside. Then, both of them pulled their shirts off as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Kevin sighed and rolled his eyes.

The twins’ bare torsos somehow looked even more ridiculous uncovered. Thick pecs shifted heavily with every movement, and their muscles flexed beneath lightly tanned skin. Their shoulders were enormous, broad enough to make doorways look smaller. Their abs stayed visible beneath layers of dense mass, and their arms looked almost stupidly thick while they stretched after the drive.

Mike shamelessly flexed as he walked toward the kitchen, making his chest and shoulders tighten, only because he knew it annoyed Kevin.

“Could you not do that constantly?” Kevin asked while following behind them.

“No,” both twins answered together without missing a beat.

Kevin rolled his eyes so hard it almost hurt, though the corners of his mouth still twitched slightly into a smile.

The kitchen started feeling too small once the twins crowded into it. Cabinet doors opened one after another, the fridge swung wide, and containers started disappearing into their hands before Kevin could even stop them. Watching the twins search for food was honestly like watching two massive bears rummage through a campsite.

Then, they noticed the ridiculous amount of groceries covering every available counter.

Mike blinked while staring around the kitchen. “What the hell?”

“Bro,” Mitch laughed while opening another cabinet, “you feeding an army?”

Kevin tried to sound casual while organizing trays near the sink. “It’s not that much.”

“There’s enough meat here to feed our entire football team,” Mike pointed out playfully, immediately narrowing his eyes suspiciously while chewing something he had already stolen from the fridge. “Who’s all this for?”

Kevin kept pretending to focus on the food for a few seconds longer before sighing. “I’ve got company coming over.”

The twins nodded casually at first. Neither of them reacted much to that, but Kevin blushed, and the twins froze immediately. Slowly, identically, their heads turned toward him.

“No way,” Mitch whispered.

“Bro,” Mike gasped, “are you hiding a girlfriend from us?”

“Or boyfriend,” Mitch added instantly.

Kevin’s blush deepened, and that was all the confirmation the twins needed.

The kitchen exploded. Both twins lunged toward him before he could escape, grabbing him easily and lifting him clean off the ground again. Kevin groaned as their thick arms trapped him tightly between two huge, bare torsos.

“Bro!” Mike yelled. “You HAVE a boyfriend!”

“You never told us!” Mitch shouted.

Their pecs pressed hard against him while they laughed loudly, completely trapping him between their massive bodies. Kevin had gotten weirdly used to this kind of treatment over the years, though that didn’t make it any less overwhelming.

“Guys, seriously—” Kevin tried to complain, but the twins started bombarding him with questions over each other without giving him a second to breathe.

“Who is he?”

“How long?”

“Is he hot?”

“What’s his name?”

Kevin buried his face in one hand while trapped tightly between their massive bodies, groaning in embarrassment while both of them continued laughing against him. Their thick pecs pressed hard into his shoulders and chest as they squeezed him tighter, practically crushing him between them while chanting insistently, talking only to take their older brother to the edge.

“Bro, bro, bro,” both twins said simultaneously, so many times that it was ridiculous.

“Fine!” Kevin laughed helplessly, blushing even more. “His name’s Johan!”

Both twins immediately lost their minds.

“No way!” Mitch gasped.

“Our brother is in LOVE!” Mike added, smiling.

Kevin groaned while Mike bounced his pecs only to shake him around more, making Kevin’s entire body jolt between their thick chests. “Would you stop MOVING?”

“What’s he like?” Mitch asked, grinning down at him.

Kevin hesitated just long enough for both twins to notice the reaction. “He’s big.”

Mike barked out a loud laugh. “Big?”

“Pretty big,” Kevin admitted while trying and failing not to smile.

The twins looked at each other before flexing at the same time—both hitting poses while still keeping Kevin trapped between them.

“Bigger than this?” Mike asked proudly, hitting a double-bicep pose.

“Impossible,” Mitch added while flexing as well.

Even trapped between them, Kevin started laughing harder. “You idiots have no idea.”

“Oh come on,” Mike scoffed proudly. “We’re literally almost 300 pounds each.”

Mitch bounced his pecs, making Kevin shake between them again. “Peak masculinity.”

Kevin snorted loudly. “Johan’s bigger than both of you put together.”

The twins stared at him for a second before bursting into loud laughter.

“That’s physically impossible,” Mike said.

“There is no human bigger than us,” Mitch added with a cocky tone.

Right then, another vehicle pulled into the driveway outside, and the entire mood shifted instantly. Everything paused, and Kevin’s expression changed so fast that both twins noticed immediately. He slipped free from between them and smoothed his tank top, with a smug grin spreading across his face.

“That,” Kevin said calmly while heading toward the front door, “would be my big guy.”

The twins followed him more slowly this time, still looking cocky at first, but that confidence started fading the closer they got to the entrance. Then, they saw a massive shadow pass one of the front windows, and they stopped walking.

The silhouette outside looked enormous, unbelievably broad, large enough that it blocked out a shocking amount of sunlight while moving past the glass. For the first time in a very long time, Mike and Mitch looked uncertain. The twins slowly looked at each other, then back toward the front door, while Kevin smiled wider and reached for the handle.

“It’s time for you idiots to meet a really big guy,” he said proudly before opening the door.

The twins turned pale and their eyes widened, struggling to process the scene.

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