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Dinner At My Place
I hadn’t seen Robert in a while. I ran into him at the gym a few months ago while he was training for the local middleweight bodybuilding competition. I remember him pretty well because after a short chat in the hot room, we spent a hot night at my place. But he was looking for a hot bed for the night and focused on getting himself ready for the competition. At 220#, solid ripped muscle, he was the definition of a hottie! After the sun came up, he dressed, and slipped back into gym lore. I’d heard he did pretty well in the competition but hadn’t seen him again. Until today. And I barely recognized him now.|
"Robert?” I asked putting my hand on his meaty shoulder.
"Yeah?” he said turning to face me. No hint of recognition crossed his face. "What?” He pushed the rest of a hamburger into his mouth.
"I thought I recognized you! Well, almost…” I said indicating his now sizable gut. He looked down then back up.
"What about it?” he said somewhat defensively still chewing. "Do I know you?”
"Yeah,” I began then faltered a bit. "Well sort of. We had a hot night once a few months ago.” Still no recognition. "Before the big competition…” I prompted.
"Look, if you’re a freakin’ stalker, you can just…” he was really defensive now.
"No, no, nothing like that! Look, I didn’t even recognize you from behind! I just saw an attractive bod…” I blurted out.
"What?” he asked, taken aback! "You must be thinking of someone else” he said dropping his hands over his gut. "I’m definitely not…”
"…Eating alone!” I finished for him. I put my hand on top of his. "And it feels like you’re still a hungry man!” He rubbed his belly a little more then looked up. We chatted a little longer then headed out to lunch at a local all-you-can-eat bar. He stuffed himself full under my eager encouragement then finally smacked his gut and belched quietly.
"Woo! That was good!” he said. "I really made a pig of myself!”
"Yes, you did! And now it’s time for dessert!” He looked over at me puzzled.
"I already had three slices of cake and pudding” he replied.
"If you can get one more down,” I started moving over to his side of the booth. He looked up at me and jumped a little when I put my hand on his leg.
"Man, I dunno,” he said looking around. The place wasn’t full and we were out of the way, but he was clearly worried. My hand slid over his thick thigh oto his critch. He caught his breath. "Man, there’s no way I can get another dessert now” He seemed somewhat relieved.
"No problem, I said. Wait here.” I got up and went to the dessert section. I spent a little time picking out several lovely desserts piling them onto the same plate. When I returned, the booth was empty. I looked around and set the desserts down. "Must be in the bathroom, I muttered.” I walked over to the restrooms and checked inside. No one was there. When I got back to the table, the waitress was there putting the check on the table.
"Hi, hon!” she said brightly. "You friend said he’d see you later, had to run or somethin’”
"Oh.” I said. "Well, how much do I owe you?” I said taking out my wallet.
"Nothin’, hon. Your friend already paid. Left a nice tip.” She winked at me.
I took the desserts to go in a box and went out to the car. His car wasn’t in the parking lot. Dejected, I set the deserts into the back of my car and pulled out of the lot. As I pulled into my garage, I became aware of a second set of headlights behind me. Looking in the rear view mirror, I smiled. Before getting out of the car, I wiped the smile off my face. Robert was getting out of his car.
"Well, look who it is,” I said sternly. "At least you paid the check.” He stopped in the drive and looked down at his feet.
"Look, I‘m sorry, but I was scared.”
"Scared of what?” I countered.
"This was a mistake.” He said turning back to his car.
"Look, we can talk about this inside.” I said. He turned back and walked into the garage. The door pulled down behind him and he looked at me. I pulled the Styrofoam box out of the car and went into the house, Robert in tow. He went over to the kitchen counter and leaned against it.
"I really am sorry about that,” he started. "I just wasn’t comfortable with what was going on.”
"You seemed pretty happy at the time,” I replied. I opened the Styrofoam box and started spooning the desserts, now all mixed together, onto another plate.
"Yeah, well, I don’t know what that was about. You just kept making me eat and then you started rubbing on my leg,” he paused. His sweats had developed a larger bulge. "It was like you wanted me to pork out or something.”
"I didn’t want you to pork out…” I started and turned to him with the plate. "I didn’t make you eat anything you didn’t want to eat.” I walked over to him.
"What’s that?” he asked looking at the plate sidelong.
"Dessert, big man. Your dessert,” I set the plate next to him.
"No, that’s all right,” he said. "I’m really full.” His eyes stayed fixed on the plate. Two fudge brownies, chocolate pudding, and a chunk of ice cream sat glistening on the platter.
"OK,” I said. "I won’t make you eat it.” I walked around behind him. His sweats were fully poked out now, his breathing shallower. "I won’t make you do ANYthing you don’t want to do.”
I put my hand on his gut for a second then moved down to his crotch. A stiff rod greeted my fingers causing his breath to jump. Then I took my hands away and walked over to the sink. "Besides, you still have to keep up your muscle-boy looks.” He lingered for a few seconds then the spell broke.
"Muscle-boy? Yeah, I’m all hard muscle all right!” he said laughing. He flexed his arms over his head. "Nothin but hunk!” he said smiling. I laughed loudly but warmly.
"Nothin but chunk, you mean,” I said smiling. He chuckled a little. I walked over to him and put my hands on his flexed arms. "All that hard muscle with just a little layer of chunk.” As I rubbed his arms, his crotch sprang back up almost immediately. I moved closer, my belly pressed to his, and kissed him, pressing my tongue into his mouth and feeling his respond. My own manhood was throbbing against him. I pushed him back against the counter, rubbing my hands over his gut. It was firm but I could feel the firmness beginning to soften around the edges. I pulled off his shirt letting his thich pecs and gut free. I grabbed a nipple in my mouth and began to suck. His hanging pecs had the tell-tale softness of building fat layers. Reaching down, I grabbed the sides of his sweats and underwear and pulled them down around his knees. "All that thick muscle…” I whispered loudly. Robert’s pecs twitched a little. "Go on,” I said, "Flex it!” His chest twitched again under his effort. "Flex it!” I said louder. He looked at me and his chest moved a bit.
"I am flexing!” he said desparately. I pulled back from him and sneered.
"That’s not fit to flex!” I said. "You’re not a muscleboy at all! All that rock solid covered in soft flab!” I left the kitchen into the living room leaving him there with his hard-on and his ankles around his knees.
"I know,” I heard him say from the other room.
"What?” I called out.
"I said ‘I know’,” he said from the doorway. He still had his pants down and had shuffled to the doorway. His cock was still the picture of hard.
"You know what?” I asked walking halfway back to him.
"I know I’m a fat slob now,” he replied looking down at his feet.
"No,” I said. "You don’t know what fat is.” I walked over and laid on the couch. He shuffled over and stood next to me, his cock throbbing inches from my face. A thick stream of pre-cum drizzled along the head and down the shaft. "What?” I asked looking up at him. His eyes told me the story of a man desparate to get relief. "What?” I repeated.
"Don’t you want to, you know?” He knelt down next to me and put his hand on my dick. "Yeah, I thought so!” he said smiling. I pushed his hand off.
"Like you deserve it!” said. He stood back up, his expression flatter. He stood there for a minute while his cock softened then turned and shuffled back to the kitchen. When he returned, he had the plate of desserts. He had one of the brownies hanging from his mouth. "Oh,” I said, "so you decided to finish your dinner after all!” His dick surged back up. I couldn’t stand it anymore and shoverd the thick meat into my mouth. The sweet pre-cum tasted awesome while I sucked, made better by the feel of his gut on my forehead. I looked up. He had finished the brownie.
"What the hell’s wrong with you?” I exclaimed looking up. "If I’ve got my mouth full, you better damn well, too!” he reached over to set the plate down and reached for my dick. "Uh-uh,” I said. "Eat!” He stopped, smiled, then picked up the other brownie. While I sucked, I could feel his nuts churning. He finished the brownie and cake then set the plate down.
"Wait, gotta get a spoon,” he said pulling his dick out.
"Get back here!” I demanded. He returned and stood there.
"For the ice cream,” he explained.
"Stay here.” I went into the kitchen and returned. I set the remainder of the leftover-box on the table in front of him. I did not bring a spoon. "Now, eat!”
"With what?” he asked.
"I don’t care,” I replied. "But if I look up one more time and your face isn’t being stuffed, you’re in your car and out of here. Now, eat! And don’t get your hands dirty ‘cause you’re gonna need ‘em later.” He looked at the box and plate and got down on his knees. Gingerly, he licked at the plate then looked over at me. I smiled and got down on the floor placing his throbbing meat back in my mouth. I sucked while he slurped and felt his nuts churning then start to tighten. I pulled off his shaft and waited. His breathing had shallowed and I knew he was close. He reached under to grab his cock. I grabbed his hand and pushed it away.
"I want to see you eat!” I stated and moved around the back of him. My own mean dribbled a thick stream. I reached into the table and pulled out a latex and some gel. After lubing his thick, meaty ass and hole, I slipped my cock in. The warmness, the smoothness set fireworks in my brain. He moaned and groaned. I looked down and saw the pure pleasure on his face.
"EAT!” I commanded. I dreamily looked back to the food, his face covered in chocolate and pudding. He stuck his face back in and began to feed. My cock was throbbing, filling his thick ass. I reached under and began to fondle those meaty pec-cum-tits. Our breathing becam shallower and I felt the need for release filling my balls! He was yelling now!
"Yes! Yes! Fuck my fat ass!” he cried, cake and crumbs spraying out of his fat cheeks! I rubbed his gut, feeling it swaying beneath him. Suddenly, I couldn’t hold it anymore! Hot cum seemed to explode from my cock! Beneath his gut, I felt a warm spray of sticky cum covering my hands and his gut. I stoked his cock drawing more moans from him as his hole tightened around my cock making me shudder and moan myself. After a minute of convulsions, I pulled my cock out and collapsed on top of his back. His soft gut still shuddered beneath me, both of us covered in hot sweat.
I turned him to face me and began to lick the residue from his feeding from his face ending in his mouth which I greedily thrust my tongue into. We kissed and licked and finally collapsed onto the couch.
"Careful,” he warned smiling, "too much of that and you’ll get fat!” I licked his face one more time.
"I think I can live with that”, I said and thrust my tongue back into the warmness of his mouth.
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