Chapter 1

Dan Perry was plodding down Ventura Boulevard when the black car stopped next to him. He barely glanced at it – in LA there are all sorts of blacked out SUV's with god knows who in them; you learned to ignore them pretty quickly. He returned his attention to the churro he'd just bought off a street vendor, munching on it with a fierce intensity. He honestly had no clue what to do next with his life. Everyone had ended last week and he was still recovering, and he was doing what he always did when he was stressed; eat. He was bewildered, angry, frustrated and deeply, deeply hurt. He knew that some of the blame had to lie with him; he could almost not blame his wife for what she'd done, but still, that didn't make it right. He was the aggrieved party here and the biggest issue was he simply had no idea what to do next, how to combat his feelings of worthlessness and humiliation.

Dan was large. He knew he was large. He knew that, if he really thought about it, he wasn't just large. He was fat. He was obese. He was two hundred and ninety seven pounds – he knew because he'd weighed himself that morning, and then cried in the mirror. He was a lard ass and finally, he was facing that fact. Everything that had been said to him was true and he hated it being true. His life had collapsed, the plan, in so far as he had a plan, had ended abruptly and while he wasn't strictly speaking to blame – she'd cheated on him – he wasn't entirely sure he could blame her.

In a way he'd been expecting it for years. June was just too hot for him. He couldn't quite believe that she'd married him in the first place. He was a world class nerd, large and not got enough ambition and yet, she had. Nine years of marriage, and then, well ... it had ended. Pretty un-nicely. About as un-nicely as it was possible to get, in fact.

He stopped for a moment to finish up the churro and throw away the waxy paper, and noticed that the black SUV was also next to him. Was it keeping pace with him? Nah. What would it do that?

He idly wondered who was in it. Some celebrity no doubt. He was squinting at the windows to see if he could make out a shape within when the doors opened and two very large guys, in skin tight T-shirts, showing off large pectorals and arms, jumped out.

They looked directly at him and said, "Dan Perry?" He just looked back at them, not quite comprehending what was going on.

His brain kicked into gear and he said, "Um ... what?"

The two guys looked at each other nodded and walked over to him. One put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Our employer would like a chat with you, Mr. Perry. Trust us, this is to your advantage, sir."

Now Dan was a large man and he had often felt that his weight could be a positive in situations like this. Two hundred and ninety seven pounds that did not want to go in a specific direction would be hard to resist, he often thought, but these guys just propelled him towards the car with barely any effort at all.

Dan wondered if he should make a scene? Do something to stop these guys? But then, this was straight out of Men in Black, one of his favorite older comics book series, and he was interested enough to see where it was going to go. Right now, he had nothing else to do and nothing really going on, and it was hard to see where the next week was going, let alone the rest of his life. It just simply wasn't much of a risk – the worst they could do was hurt him physically and right now, he just didn't care about his physical well being, so what the hell.

So he allowed himself to be pushed into the car, the doors shut and off they went.

Once they got in the car Dan attempted to start a conversation. "Whose your employer?" he asked the large man squeezed in next to him.

The man looked at him, ignored the question and offered Dan a bottled water. Dan accepted, and the man looked away. Dan got the distinct impression that the large man considered him to be unworthy of conversation – there was a distinct 'you maggot' look in the man's eyes and, as it was not something Dan was unfamiliar with, he just shrugged it off, took a drink of water and watched the world go by outside.

While the car drove, Dan went over his life. Wondering if he was on his way to the end of it, or some kind of incredibly bad situation. Had he made a huge mistake getting into a car with large guys who obviously looked down on him? Well, obviously he had. It was a stupid thing to do, but then he honestly didn't have anything to lose right now anyway. If it ended badly, who would care? June? She'd already indicated in her actions that she didn't. He had friends – he was staying with one now, - but he also knew he wasn't special to anyone. He had no family remaining, no one to miss him. His life, to date, wasn't anything to write home about – the best thing in it was June and now that was gone too.

He looked back on his early life, considering what he should have done different.

Dan was brought up in Madison, Wisconsin. He was a cheesehead, born and bred. His mother, Grace, was a teacher on the west side of Madison, on one of the new schools there. His Father, Bruce, worked for a company that supplied heavy farm equipment for the local farmers. Neither was exotic, but the two loved each other. They'd had one child before Grace had a problem with her tubes with an endoscopic pregnancy, and required surgery that had saved her life, at the expense of having more children.

Dan was, therefore, an only child. He grew up in a fantasy world of his own devising. Dungeons and Dragons, Lord of the Rings, comic books, stories, he was an unusually imaginative boy. He wrote, he read, he played games, video games and generally immersed himself in every creative outlet he could find.

Girls played second fiddle to this, although not consciously – he just didn't know how to even talk to them. He went red when a girl talked to him, stammered out the wrong words and fled. Given he, nor his group of friends could talk to girls and that most of them looked down on him anyway, he just gave up and went deeper into the fantasy realm, writing scripts and plays instead.

This lasted until Dan got to the University of Wisconsin. He went on a full scholarship, studying English. He had already made up his mind that he wanted to write scripts – he didn't aspire to the fancy 'playwright' term – he wanted to write scripts for TV shows, with lots of violence, sex and fantasy. While we was at University, he had his first sexual experience, and boy, did it suck.

He was on the DJ circuit while at University, since it paid well, the work was easy and he had a flair for it. He DJ'd at various functions, frat parties and so on, and enjoyed it. At one party, he met Amy. She hung around his DJ booth and when the party was done, took him home. It was his first time and he felt like it was a disaster. They had a good time, but he fumbled, couldn't get his cock into her hole from the correct angle, lent on her hair; all the things a first time virgin struggles with.

The following week he took her to a frat party he was DJing, and while he was peeing in the bathroom, he could hear a couple of the frat guys outside talking, while they waited to use the bathroom.

"Wow, did you see who Amy is with tonight?" said one.

"Yeah, the man mountain. Man that girl is such a whore. I had no idea she was a chubby chaser!"

Even then, Dan was large – not the size he was now, but still, he was packing the pounds.

"Man, I gotta tell you, seeing her with him makes me seriously revaluate whether I am going to continue to do her. I mean, she's fun and all, but who the hell wants to be seen hanging out with a chick that would do a guy like that?"

"For realz man," replied the other guy.

And that had basically taken care of that. He'd gone back to the party, put on a couple more records, and when Amy came over to talk, he'd just looked at her and said two words, "Chubby chaser?"

Dan was about as non confrontational as you could get. He couldn't handle conflict – he got clammy hands and sweated and didn't know what to say. His fight or fight reflex always chose flight – the only time it hadn't, when he was 12, he'd got a hiding off a 16 year old and he'd never forgotten it. And so now, he felt it again when she looked at him.

She'd bit her lip, spread her eyes wide and said, "So what?"

He'd turned to put on another record and when he turned back to her, she'd gone.

He looked around for her and 15 minutes later, he'd spied her walking up the stairs, hand in hand with some other guy. He'd managed to catch her eye as they went, and she smiled at him and shrugged, and that was the end of that. He'd see her around campus on occasion, but every time he did, he got up and walked the other way. Dan realized he was a large man, but he also realized he did have some pride, even if it wasn't as big as his body.

And then he met June. He'd been working in the admin building – more side jobs; the scholarship had paid for his tuition but not much more and if he wanted spending money, well, work was calling.

Dan was handy with computers – he'd done a preliminary course in python coding and was helping out with the admins process. The auto generation of new students accounts had bugs in it and emails addresses weren't being generated correctly, and he was determined to fix it.

He'd been working on it a few days and had noticed some of the other people working in the office. As a temp, he wasn't part of the normal office pool and he had to figure out who people were by himself. And then there was June. Everyone knew June. You couldn't not know June.

She was tall, 5'7" – she weight exactly 130, she had C cups breasts, with cleavage, and she had red hair that came straight to her shoulders. Her eyes were the deepest blue Dan had ever seen and when she smiled, she did it with her whole face. She drank red wine, she hummed to herself and she wore clothes that somehow looked classy and slutty at the same time. She was hit on by everyone imaginable and for some reason she turned them all down. The rumor was that she was a lesbian, but he'd seen her turn down a couple of the hot cheerleaders too, while working at the office, so he was pretty sure she wasn't.

Everyone knew June – she was studying business management and working in the admin office. He knew he stood no chance whatsoever – she was a 9 and he was barely a 4. He didn't even try – he just kept in the background and observed when he could and smiled at her if she passed by.

And then his break came. One of his plays was selected by the drama society. Dan was beside himself – it was a small play he'd written called "A solo for two". It was for two people only and detailed the rise and fall of a relationship. He'd been quite surprised when he'd wrote it; it came out of nowhere. He just started writing and out it came. By the time he was done, he had no idea how it had come out – it was like he was channeling someone else. Literally, as he typed, idea's occurred and just got put down. It had been the most effortless thing he'd ever written and it showed.

So now the casting began, and as the author, he was invited to sit at the back of the small theater and watch. He didn't get to cast votes, but it was a nice offer by the university amateur dramatics society towards the author. He'd always wondered what happened when a director got hold of your script and took it in directions that the author hadn't specified; now he was going to find out first hand.

The casting took a while; they saw many combinations of men and women for the parts and while they settled on the male lead pretty quickly – a guy named Jason Brand stood out head and shoulders better than anyone else they saw – they couldn't figure who the female lead would be.

And then June stepped out on the stage. Dan was taken aback – he had no idea she was an actress, and the idea of her being in one of his plays gave him almost perverse pride. He was just worried that she'd be terrible.

But she wasn't. She blew everyone away and got the part almost instantly. Dan didn't know how to feel, and then, as she left the stage, June looked right at him, eye to eye. He felt an almost electric jolt and didn't know what he should do.

So he just went back to work. He wasn't invited to the rehearsals, and he was strangely ok with that. Not being present meant he didn't see what the director was planning with his baby and that was better than sitting at the back and wincing when he did something that Dan didn't agree with. Just safer all round for him to be removed from the process.

While he was working one afternoon, he became aware of a presence by his cube. He looked up from the monitor to see June standing there. Dan didn't know what to say – his mouth went dry and he could feel the flush starting in his skin.

"Um. Hey?" he said, trying to get something out, anything, to avoid the silence.

June smiled at him. "Hey," she said, "you're Dan, right? You wrote this?"

June held up the script for his play. Dan just nodded dumbly, not trusting himself to speak.

"I was hoping we might go over some of the background for Amy in this?" she said. "Jon, the director – he's good on technical direction, but honestly, I think some background would really help? Can I buy you coffee?"

Again, Dan, nodded dumbly. This heavenly creature wanted to buy him coffee. That was a first.

"Free now?" she asked.

Dan looked at his monitor, then back at her. His train of thought was completely broken and as such, why not?

"Sure!" he said brightly, and then mentally kicked himself for sounding like a dork.

So they had coffee, and they went over the script. Dan explained what he thought the characters were thinking in each scene, and then also explained that the script had been written as a stream of consciousness, and as such, sometimes even he wasn't sure what they were thinking or intending. A twenty minute coffee break turned into two hours, while he explained some of the fantasy references he'd used in the script, made jokes and generally felt at ease.

When they got back to the admin building, June leaned in and said, "Thanks Dan. That really helps. You know, you're a funny guy. We need to do this again sometime!". And then she left and he couldn't help but watch her ass sway in that tight skirt.

As he walked back to his cube, he could feel the looks from everyone else. He could even write the dialog going on in their heads at that moment – 'All that effort and she goes for coffee with him?' or 'What the hell does he have he have that I don't?' and so on.

As it was, two days later, June was back. And they did it again. A two hour lunch break where they talked of the future, their plans, their pasts, their families. It was great and Dan was extremely surprised at how comfortable he was with June – how she made him move past his awkwardness and into something a little more grown up.

They did two weeks of this, until he finally mustered up the courage to ask her for dinner. She looked shocked he asked, but then he could see her considering. She answered, "Sure, why not?" in a way that didn't exactly thrill him, but then he figured he got dinner with her and no one else had and as such, he shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

They went to dinner and it was pleasant, but he could tell she was holding back. They talked wine, the wine country, places they wanted to see, but the moment they went somewhere personal she walled off the conversation and returned it to non committal subjects.

He asked after the play and how it was going and she gave him a face. "Did you really have to write that amount of kissing in there? Jason keeps trying to make out with me and I have to go wash my mouth out afterwards. It's gross."

That gave Dan a moments panic – he'd quite forgotten how much romance was in the script and the thought of his June – somehow he'd already got into the internal habit of thinking of her as 'his' – making out with this studly actor made him freeze up.

June must have saw it because she then said, "Oh don't worry. He's as gay as they come. I think it's just hormonal."

They'd relaxed after that, finished up dinner with cognac – all the while Dan was internally working out why she had said what she said, why she was reassuring him and what that meant - and then he'd ferried her back to her dorm.

They stood outside her room and she suddenly got shy. She looked left and right, and then just gave him a smooch and said, holding him, "Dan, you really need to give yourself a break. I know you are trying hard, but you are a decent funny smart guy. Sometimes they do finish first. You wait."

Then she'd turned and gone in and he'd gone home, walking on air and not understanding how he got home at all, since he couldn't remember the journey.

The opening night of the play arrived, and Dan stood in the wings, watching the performance. The director had taken a few liberties with the script and characterizations, but on the whole, Dan was very happy with the whole thing. Particularly at one point where she'd come off stage, found him on the side of the stage and said, "Good, I'm so glad you are here. I had to kiss Jason again and it sucks. Come here..."

And then she'd given him the largest French smacker of his life. He couldn't believe it, but damn, he kissed her right back! He was left shell shocked, when after she was done she said, "That's so much better. I needed to get that taste out. Kissing you makes a girl understand what kissing is." And she'd smiled and run off to her dressing room to change for the next scene.

Dan spent the rest of the show in a daze. He couldn't take his eyes off June. She glowed, and he got a few smiles directed to him off stage, which warmed him through and through.

At the after party, he was standing by himself – he'd had small talk with the director and a couple of other people which had just run down by itself – and watched June interact. She was a natural people person, able to talk, flirt, be silly or anything that was required, without giving any of herself into the process. It was amazing to watch, right up to the point where the lighting lead put his arm around her and attempted to kiss her neck.

June simply was not having any of it. She yelled, "Get your DAMN hands OFF me." And then stepped out of his embraced and slapped him so hard, his drink spilled. Dan immediately lurched forward, although what he'd do if he got here in time he had no idea. As it was, June did know.

She just reached out grabbed his hand and said, "Please, lets get out of here. I can't deal with all these lecherous bastards."

And off they went together, to her dorm room. When they got there, Dan decided it was time for him to have the initiative, and he pushed her against the door and went for broke. And June loved it and responded in kind. They made out for a couple of minutes and then June broke the kiss and looked at him and said, "My room mate, slut that she is, will be out all night. She barely ever comes home at night these days. You wanna... ?"

Dan couldn't believe it. "Yes, I Wanna!" he said firmly, and then they were tumbling inside and on each other.

This time, it was a rousing success. Dan had decided that if there was ever to be a repeat of the Amy fiasco, he was going to do his research and perform. He'd gotten every sex book he could lay his hands on, every instructional video he could find and learned all he could. He knew there was an assload of difference between theory and implementation, but he also figured that without the theory, there would be no chance of implementation, and certainly no chance of getting better.

Once he had June on the bed, it was time for the studies to begin and for him to lay out what he'd learned.

First, cunnilingus. She was naked on the bad, legs spread, smiling broadly at him. He looked at her perfect body, down at her sex, where she had a small landing strip and nothing else. Even her labia lips were inviting – just a hint of moisture, red and engorged and he just couldn't wait to get down there.

He dived in, licking up and down her thighs, from toes to inner thigh, slowly, making her tremble. He just breathed on her pussy lips, and he could hear her moan. From there he licked all around the lips, touching them once in a great while with the tip of his tongue, making it as fleeting as he could. Each time he did, June arched her back and moaned louder.

Eventually, making circles with his tongue, he touched her lips, and just drove his tongue in as deep as it would go, marveling at how wet she was.

She arched her back and cried out, "Oh fuck!" and he carried on his assault. He jumped between long licks from the top of her clit, all the way down to her asshole – he couldn't leave her asshole out of it, even that was perfect too! – tongue fucking her and twirling his tongue on her clit. June came at least twice and he was just a machine.

June bucked and was holding his head with both hands, pushing him into her. Eventually though, she just had to pull him off saying, "God you are amazing, but I really need to be fucked. Please, please fuck me." And then she kissed him full on the mouth, even though his face was glazed with her juices.

Dan was now a man on a mission – his cock was out and ready and about to burst it was so hard. As he moved to position himself, June grabbed his dick and looked up at him, wonder on her face. "Wow, you are a big boy! I had no idea... !"

Dan was pleased – he knew he had a seven inch cock and was slightly larger than the average, but he had no idea by how much. This boded well.

He lined up on her now very very wet pussy and without any warning, impaled himself to the hilt. According to his research, it was recommended that the first time, you gave no warning, no quarter and you just went for broke and fucked the shit out of the woman you are with. Then, on the second time, you took it slow and made love. That showed the woman that you are a man first and man with feelings second. That was the theory anyway.

When he thrust himself fully into June, she just lost it. She quivered and cried, "Oh my god, fuck me, fuck me Dan."

That was another good signal from the research – if a woman used your name, it meant she was into you, not just the experience.

And fuck her he did. They were at it for almost forty-five minutes, in all positions. They started with missionary, then onto cowgirl, then on all fours, then missionary with her legs on his shoulders, so he could drive into her particularly deeply.

After forty-five minutes, both were basically depleted in terms of strength, yet, miracles of miracles, Dan had yet to cum. He'd been so intent on ensuring that he performed, that she get what she needed, that he hadn't really thought about it. He was beat, the sweat was dripping into his eyes, the bed was soaked and both of them ached.

Dan climbed off June and she just lay there, staring at the ceiling, breathing heavily. "Holy fuck on a stick, I needed that." She said in a breathless voice.

Then she rolled over and looked at Dan, "but you haven't cum yet?" she asked, quizzically. "Don't get me wrong, any man who can last like you is a keeper, but I want you to cum too."

Dan just smiled at her and said, "I wanted you to be ok. That's ... important."

"Awwww," said June, "that's so sweet of you. God you are all of it, aren't you? Funny, smart, respectful, big cock, my god, I hit the jackpot with you. Can you cook, too?"

Dan honestly didn't know what to say to that. She seemed to be giving him too much credit. He couldn't believe he was here in the first place, now he'd fucked June and she was showering him with compliments. It didn't seem real somehow.

June then smiled wickedly and said, "I know how to get you off..." and she moved down to where his cock was still half hard. She looked him full in the eye, licked her lips and engulfed him. He hissed a large intake of breath – he would never have dreamed that she'd go down on him while he was still sticky with her juices, but apparently she did so with gusto.

She licked his dick up and down the shaft, licked his balls (although it has to be said, she did stop for a moment to pick some small hairs out of her mouth. She looked at him and said in all seriousness, "We need to invest in a shaver for this area" and then she carried on.) and then did something with his dick he'd never even heard of. She put the tip of his dick on the flat of her tongue, and used her hand to move it around, so the tip swirled around on her tongue, all the time keeping eye contact with him. When she did that, he gasped again and knew that he was going to blow soon. His breathing got shorter and shorter and June could see what was going to happen, and she was all for it. He erupted in her mouth, and stream after stream of his hot cum splashed either onto her outstretched tongue, or onto her face around her mouth. She loved it. She loved the fact that she could make him cum, that he was so into her and that she could do this for him. Plus, it made her feel a bit slutty and that was good too.

When he was done, she smiled up at Dan, showed him her tongue, covered in his cum, then swallowed and showed him her now empty mouth.

Dan couldn't take his eyes of her. And then she used a finger to scoop up some of the cum on her cheek and then licked that too. He honestly couldn't believe what he was seeing, but there it was.

She smiled at him and said, "Hey, you did it for me. I just want to make you happy."

Dan laughed and said, "Happy isn't quite the word for it. I feel like I died and went to heaven."

"Oh, that's so nice," said June, and then she snuggled her head onto his chest.

Dan really didn't want to break the spell, but he had to ask. "Doesn't it bother you?" he said.

June raised her head off his chest and said, "Does what bother me?"

"My size. I'm large guy June. I know what I am."

June just smiled at him and said, "Dan, your heart and your mind is what I love. The body is just a shell. You are a good and decent guy and this doesn't hurt either." She tweaked his softening cock. "As far as I'm concerned, there is just more to love and more weight to put behind this when you are banging me."

There was a silence as both sides digested what she'd said. Dan just didn't know how to respond. She had said she loved him. He was gauging responses when she said, "Yeah, I said it. If you don't say it back I'm going to kick you out of here."

Dan felt a tear on his cheek. He tried to say something, fumbled and then pulled himself together. He sat up and June slid off his chest. She sat up, looking at him and smiling, and then she saw the tear.

"Ohh, baby, I'm sorry..." she started to say and Dan put his finger on her lips.

"June, I don't even know where to begin. You are the beauty, I'm the beast – no, I know what I am, I know what people say. I can't even begin to fathom what you see in me, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Even if it was just tonight, I would be grateful to you forever. You are smart, you are clever, you are hot as fuck and I just can't believe you are as into me as you say. However I need to say this. I love you. I've loved you since the moment you stepped on that stage. All those coffee meetings – I could just never let myself deal with it because I knew you'd break my heart. You are, well, you. And I'm me. I'm so into you I cannot breath sometimes, but I also know we are two different levels and even though this is awesome and you said what you said, I can't quite get it."

June looked at him, then impulsively kissed him. He could taste himself on her, and while it wasn't something he would have done off his own back, he felt that the kiss was more important than anything.

When she broke the kiss, she looked at him, blue eyes glittering and said, "Dan Perry, you are an idiot. But you are my idiot. You don't understand at all. All I get are horny boys who want to fuck me. I have been holding out for a man. A man who respects me, who wants me, who is smart, who is clever, who makes me gasp. And you do it for me. You need some more self-respect, but it's also the fact that you aren't an arrogant SOB that is part of what does it for me. You are just you, and I respect that. I don't give myself to just anyone, so please, understand what it is that we are doing here. I love you and I want to be with you. Please, don't stop that happening."

Dan laughed and said, "June, there is zero chance of that. I want to be with you too. I just..."

"Hush, honey," said June, putting her finger on his lips, "shut up now and lets do it again."

And they did. Slowly this time, but with no less passion. They tried only the positions that allowed them to look at each other while they made love – missionary was his favorite, since then he could smother her in kisses while he thrust inside of her. He found she particularly loved him kissing and biting her neck as he pumped at her.

They were slower, and the tiredness of the former fuck session took its toll. However, after twenty minutes of slow love making, he felt himself hitting the peak again. He gasped to June, "I'm ... I'm..."