Felix always knew he wanted a cornfed beefy American husband. Growing up in Iran he saw news reports of thick American soldiers serving in Iraq and Afghanistan. His family moved from Iran to America when he was 15 and found that America had all kind of thick men. From muscular beefy thick guys, to guys with big beer bellies to guys with soft overhangs and huge tits.
In his head he still longed for a big, thick, all American farm boy boyfriend. And sure enough he got that first month at college.
Felix went to a house party where a big, dumb, drunk, ox of a linebacker of the football team fell down and broke his arm. Felix having first aid made sure the hurt jock was alright. His name was Don and he was a towering 6'2", with short dirty blonde hair, he had big broad shoulders, thick beefy pecs and arms, a thick but not fat middle and powerful legs. Don was quite the contrast to Felix's 5'9" slim frame.
In his drunken stupor Don didn't want Felix to leave his side, even insisting that Felix join him in the ambulance and stay with him at the hospital. While they sat in the ER waiting for the X-ray technician to finish a few people ahead of Don in the que Don leaned over and whispered," You're cute. I didn't want you to leave because I didn't get your number yet."
Felix could barely believe what he was hearing. This big dumb ox had a crush on him and dragged him to the hospital, even threatening to not get in the ambulance without Felix because of the crush.
"Thanks handsome," Felix said making his olive tone face blush beet red.
"I mean it, you're hot," Don slurred a little, talking in cursive.
"I bet you say that to all the cute Persian boys," Felix dismissed playfully.
"No, I am serious," Don said," You could have walked away but you stayed and helped a big dumb idiot like me."
Felix and Don started dating after that night. Felix helped Don with his recovery but Don would never return to football due to his injury. Felix got his diploma in cooking and became a chef. Don became a truck driver since it didn't require much lifting.
With Don's long trips out on the open roads and mostly eating fast food while out on the road this ex jock slowly became a 5XL jock over the course of 16 years.
Don and Felix had made a life for themselves in the big city but the rising costs of living there meant less and less were going to their retirement funds. Felix knew they needed to do something our they would be eating spam as 70 year olds. He was sure the now 420 pound trucker Don had become with a huge dough ball belly, bushy blonde beard and frequently wore overalls while driving would be fine with that. Felix with his slim, 155lbs otter build with sleek short curly black body hair filling his chest, down to his pelvis, which was a sharp contrast to Don's minor tuff of chest hair and forearms.
Don knew that his little heart thief was the smartest of the two and completely trusted Felix's judgements. Felix knew that Don didn't understand things like mortgages, stocks and such, but he always explained things the best he could for his Midwestern husband.
Felix presented the idea that they should move to a small city for a few years and reenergize their nest egg. It was Don who suggested Corpus, Alabama. The small town was just a 20 minute drive away from a major shipping city meaning Don could easily get work there.
So it was decided, they packed up their big city condo and moved to the small city where Don got a job as a truck driver at the shipping center and Felix got a job at one of the higher end restaurants.
How do they encounter the The Fat Husband's Club?
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