Catch ya later Alex waved to his buddy.
Steve gave a quick see ya and a wave and went back to his next customer.
Alex instinctively went back tot he back of the bar and headed up to a big dually pulled out his keys attached to a chain key chain. Unlocking the door and pulling on the bar next to the driver side door pulled himself up on the step and felt the big truck list to his side. He really was a big man. As he squeezed himself inside the door he found that the seat was pushed back all the way and he trust himself into his seat. Even at that his belly more than brushed the steering wheel. Alex took off and with the pressure of his belly against the wheel he steered himself easily as if he had done this for years.
Alex stopped at a fast food place and got himself a grocery back of burgers and fries to sop up all the alcohol he had been drinking.
As he wove his way through the streets and then off road paths he found he had more than half way finished the the bag of goodies. The floor littered with garbage.
As Alex pulled into camp he called off to a skinny lumber jack that was curiously dressed similar to him but why would that be surprising in a lumber jack camp. Bob the truck is a mess clean it up.
Bob popped over and started cleaning up Alex's truck. As Alex strutted over to the mess haul he finished his bag of goodies and said to no one in particular, just in time for dinner.
He found his seat and his ass spread wide on the bench and Bob came up with not a plate but a tray of grub piled high.
Good boy. Alex grumbled.
Bob headed back and got himself a plate and sat down next to Alex.
Alex looked around the room and saw all the big men around the camp had a similar trainee sitting next to them fetching whatever their mentor wanted. It seemed as though they all were dressed similarly as their mentors, making the trainees color coded to their mentors.
Ok it's going to be an early morning Alex said to Bob. Time for bed.
He lifted himself up as Bob grabbed the third tray he had gotten for Alex and whisked it off to the kitchen.
Bob made his way swiftly to the barracks faster than the slow moving Alex and was waiting for him when Alex entered the Room.
Bob was standing there naked except for a black jock strap. He stood there as if at attention waiting for Alex to come over. Standing in front of Bob, Alex spread the overly strained suspenders from his shoulders and Bob went to work unbuttoning Alex's shirt, unbuckling his belt and dropping Alex's pants to the floor. Digging under the mass of jean fabric he found Alex's boots and unlaced them and Alex stepped out of them and the pants. He stood there with a white t-shirt on and a jock strap, black similarly to Bob's but you wouldn't have seen the jock strap from the front his belly hung low to hid his fat pad. Bob took off Alex's t-shirt and that was the first time Alex had seen his hairy chest. Bob then removed Alex's jock strap and folded up all Alex's clothes and put them neatly next to a bed.
Alex could then feel a heavy weight drop from between his legs. Damn was he endowed. Bob came back and stood at attention and Alex grabbed him with his two huge meaty arms, pulled him close and spun him around pushing him to the bed and pressed his entire weight on the little boy and fucked him raw. Not having gone soft after a load was unloaded Alex rolled over on his side and put his arm around Bob and soon Alex was snoring away. Bob lay there exhausted feeling himself still filled with Alex's girth listening to the other beds squeaking with the weight of the other lumber jacks and their trainees in the near by beds.
In the morning Bob was awake ready to take care of Alex standing next to the bed as Alex woke.