This story is about how I (M) came to share the love of my life (F) with my best friend (M) and how it became something more for the three of us.
I met Miguel in middle school. His parents are from Honduras, but he was born here. Both of us had always been big guys and we bonded over the wrestling program at our school. Also over our shared obesity complexes. We weren’t really that obese, but sometimes teenagers exaggerate things.
I spent a lot of time at his place and his parents made me feel like part of the family. His dad made a gym for him in the basement and we would work out a lot. His uncle Carlos, who is a physical education teacher, taugh us many things and over the years we both turned into beefy muscle beasts. After all, it was in both of our families DNA. We all tended to have strong body complexions.
We grew up to be 5’11” (me) and 5’10” (him). I’m white with dirty blonde hair and he is dark skinned with very typical native features on his face. Both have big chests, big asses, big arms.