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A Growing Star - Part 1
So against the wishes of my parents who thought I should be saving my money in case of a rainy day, I headed to L.A. Hollywood was everything I had dreamed it would be and more. This is what I would have loved to have said but in reality Hollywood was very much like every other place I had visited. Get beyond the tourist spots and the awe of something new and exciting and you start to see the homeless, the grime and the unreality of it all. How many more times would I hear guys saying they were the best actor to ever wait a table in a restaurant? There was something about Hollywood that just wasn't me and in truth after about ten days I was beginning to become homesick. I should have come here with a friend then at least I would have had someone to laugh and bitch with. I made a decision to cut my holiday short and go back home. Walking back to my hotel after another day of window shopping I decided to stop off at a little café bar I had seen many times but never visited. There were a few tables outside but only one had a spare seat. I wouldn't usually ask a perfect stranger if I could sit at their table but I was going home in the morning and so had nothing to lose. Sitting at the table was a guy who looked in his early 30’s wearing a baseball cap pulled down low; he was reading a magazine and biting one of his nails. ‘Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?’ I asked. ‘Nah, help yourself’ he replied kind of uninterested. ‘Cheers’. I sat down and started to look at the menu. The guy opposite was not really paying me any attention but I noticed that his arms were covered in tattoos. He was wearing a black vest with a dusting of hair peaking over the top. Across his breast bone was also a tattoo. He seemed to have a handsome face, although I couldn't see his eyes because of his large sunglasses. He looked a little worse for wear and slightly gone to seed. ‘Anything good in your magazine?’ I asked. ‘Not really’ he replied ‘Just using it to kill time to be honest.’ He smiled a sort of a cheeky impish smile. His face looked so much more handsome when he did and it looked familiar. ‘Oh cool, another Brit, I have been here for 10 days and you are the first British guy I have spoken too.’ I smiled back at him and put out my hand ‘The names Will’. ‘Alright Will, the names Don.’ shaking my hand. Then it occurred to me. Brit living in L.A. slightly gone to seed, tattoos, reading a football magazine? Oh shit, please don’t tell me this is Donnie Williams! Donnie Williams was one of my all time favourite singers, a guy who’s career I had followed since his days in the UK’s biggest boy band ‘Now This’. He had a hugely successful solo career in the UK but had moved to L.A. to get away from the fans and media attention. He hadn't really made it big in the States and so found the perfect place to hang out without the hassles of stardom. So what was I going to do? Pretend I don’t know who he is and just sit and have coffee across of a guy I had dreamed about having sex with for more years than I care to remember or just tell him I know who he is and that it’s cool and that I won’t bother him. I decided to play it cool and see what happened, after all even though there were many rumours that he was gay none of them were ever confirmed and so what was the point in making me look a fool, and even if he was gay, there was nothing to say that he would like me! ‘So, you here on holiday, like me or on business?’ like I didn't know the answer already! ‘I live here mate, not far from here; this is sort of my local.’ ‘Oh cool, wow, it must be great to be here all the time’ am I mad? Could I be any more boring and bland! ‘Its ok, at least its not raining all the time’ again with the cheeky smile. ‘ I'm sorry, I keep chatting on, I have just been a little starved of conversation since being here. Didn't really think that if I came out here on my own I would get so lonely.’ ‘Sorry to hear that bud, I quite like having quiet time but I know what you mean.’ He replied. ‘Listen, I am going to do a bit of window shopping at the mall, want to tag along?’ Tag along? Tag along? Donnie Williams asking me to go shopping with him! Bloody hell! ‘Yeah, would love to, I hadn't got anything planned for the rest of the afternoon.’ ‘Cool, come on then, we’ll take my car.’ He got up, threw some money onto the table and headed around the corner. We had a short drive to the mall and chatted away, I was quite guarded with any questions I answered in case I gave the game away that I knew who he was, so far so good though. I couldn't help but checked Donnie out as he sat in the driver’s seat. To be so close to someone that I had dreamed about for so long as a very weird thing. He was taller than I had thought and a little thicker. His pecs were quite large but seemed to be on the softer side than when he was in his videos topless. His tattoos fascinated me, there were so many. ‘One thing I miss about England though, is the smoking. You can’t do it here and I have had to quit. Been murder and I do love a good fag, excuse the pun!’ There was that smile again, his face just lit up when he smiled and the famous cheeky charm just made my heart beat faster. ‘Been hell on my waistline, I swear. Stop smoking, start eating!’ He took one hand off the wheel and patted his little paunch. Oh man! I so didn't need to see him do that! ‘You look good to me,’ oh shit, now he will know I am gay and he will think I am after him. Ok, he would be correct on both fronts but he didn't need to know that, well not yet! We pulled into the parking lot and found a space. He turned the engine off and looked at me ‘you know who I am, don’t you?’ ‘Yes, I do, I mean I didn't at first but after about 5 minutes I did. I am sorry, please don’t think I came looking for you, I honestly didn't. I was having a good time just chatting and once it clicked who you were I was afraid you would think I was some obsessed fan, not to say that I am not a fan, I mean I like your music but I don’t have posters of you up on my walls or anything’ Shut up! Shut up! Shut up, you babbling fool! He laughed ‘It’s ok, I have been in the game long enough to know when someone is genuine, and you are, I wouldn't have asked you to come with me if you weren't.’ The relief was immense. I rolled my eyes and looked sheepish. ‘Oh man, I thought you might think I was a stalker!’ ‘Nah, they tend to hide in bushes!’ he laughed. I knew we were ok with everything. Inside I was dancing for joy! ‘Come on stalker boy, let’s spend some money.’ We had a wonderful afternoon just walking around the shops, having a laugh and apart from the odd person giving Donnie a double take, it was like spending time with any other friend. We drove back to the café bar where we had met and parked up. ‘Thank you so much for a fun day, I have really enjoyed myself.’ Was he really saying this to me? ‘I had fun too, felt good to just be with someone on the same wavelength as me’ I started to feel myself blushing. ‘You make me laugh, you are just so nervous’ he grinned again. ‘Well, come on. How do you think I feel? I have admired you for years and now I am standing here chatting like we were friends. And a part of me doesn’t want to go back to my hotel room…Shit; I mean I don’t want to be alone there, crap, no! Shit, could I make this worse?’ Bury me now, dig a hole and bury me now! He looked at me and burst out laughing. ‘You are so funny, why don’t you just ask me up to your room?’ ‘Because you aren’t gay and what are we gonna do up there, sit on the bed and watch the television?’ ‘Oh, so you are gay? I would never have guessed, and there was me thinking that you kept checking out my arse to see who made my jeans?’ ‘Cheeky bugger!’ I replied. He put his arm around my neck and messed up my hair, laughing. ‘And whose to say I’m not gay?’ he winked. Ever seen those cartoons where the wolfs jaw hits the ground when he sees the foxy lady? Well if I were a wolf, my jaw would be hitting side walk right now!! We went back to my hotel room and once inside I could barely contain my excitement. ‘You have no idea how freaked out I am right now.’ I said. Donnie just laughed and dived onto my bed. ‘Right, do you want to stand there and stare at me or do you want to jump on the bed and see what happens?’ He patted the bed with one hand and gave me a come here gesture with the other. Needless to say I jumped on the bed and lay next to him. Lying inches away from him was staggering. I could smell him, there was a slight aroma of aftershave, he really smelt amazing. He smiled and said ‘it’s been a while since I have been on the bed with another guy. I’ve missed it. You know, just having someone there to lie with and chat.’ ‘I hope you don’t mind but I would love to see your tattoos up close and personal’ I said, maybe I was being a little forward. ‘Course’ he sat up and pulled off his vest. My heart was pounding. His chest was covered in dark thick hair, in-between his pecs the hair got denser. His pecs weren’t solid; they are quite large but had a layer of fat on them making them slightly soft. Looking down his torso I was pleased to see a little podgy belly. I smiled. ‘What you are smiling at?’ he asked. A look of panic darted across my face. ‘Sorry, I was just looking at your little belly’ had I just blown any chance I had? ‘Yeah, that’s called quitting smoking and enjoying life too much’ he placed his hands on his mound and gave it a little shake. ‘Ought to get rid of it really, not good for the image.’ ‘Shame, I like it’ I gave him a wry smile ‘I remember reading in an interview once that you wouldn’t mind letting yourself go and becoming a fat has been.’ ‘The thought had crossed my mind’ ‘Really?’ I replied, trying desperately not to get aroused. ‘Yeah, just to see what it’s like, I have battled with my weight since I was a teen and now I am in my 30’s I wouldn’t mind adding a few lbs and seeing how it feels. What do you think?’ What do I think? He is asking me, a man who has prayed that Donnie would let himself go and pork up. ‘I’ll show you what I think!’ I pushed him onto his back and placed my tongue onto his soft baby gut. He took a deep intake of breath as my tongue played on his belly, his hair getting matted with my saliva. My tongue danced around his navel and up to wards his meaty pecs. I could hear his breath deepen and little grunts of pleasure kept hitting the air. Whilst my tongue found his nipples my hand was reaching down towards his jeans. There was a sizeable bulge that my hand traced the outline of. Donnie’s breathing quickened as he became more and more aroused by my caresses. I looked up at his face and grinned a sly grin. ‘Can you tell I like your added weight?’ I asked ‘Hell yeah,’ he replied and looked a little sheepish. ‘You are the first guy to ever play with my fat and I have to say I’m not hating it.’ ‘Yeah, there’s a bulge down here that sort of tells me that!’ I gave his packet a little squeeze and he took a sharp breath in. I pulled myself up so we were laying level in the bed again and whispered in his ear ‘What say we make you a bigger star?’ ‘You mean?’ ‘Yeah, let’s have a go at adding a few lbs onto this gorgeous body of yours and giving the tabloids something to write about.’ Donnie just smiled, leaned over and gave me a deep, long passionate kiss. Donnie invited me to stay in his home, as his guest. I jumped at the chance. He told me that he had commitments for the next 3 weeks and so paid for me to stay on at the hotel whilst he worked. The days seemed to go by so slowly waiting for him to be free. Every now and then I would just grin to myself and then laugh out loud, many a time getting an odd look from a stranger in the street. I didn’t care, I was so happy. Finally Donnie left a message at the front desk to say that he was now free and that I was to come straight away to his home as he had a surprise for me. I left behind my lonely hotel room and headed for his mansion. Mansion, ha, listen to me! I was still finding it hard to take in that one of my deepest darkest desires was actually becoming a reality. It was hard not to stop grinning as I walked up to the gates. I pressed the buzzer and waited. After a minute his voice answered and told me to come on up. The large metal gates slowly opened. This was all too much like a film. It was surreal but so wonderful. ‘Hello? Donnie?’ The front door was ajar so I walked into the reception hall. The place was beautiful, so grand and modern. ‘Hello?’ I yelled. There was a slight echo, boy this place was vast! ‘Up here!’ he replied. ‘Where?’ I asked as I slowly walked up the huge staircase. ‘Follow my voice’ he said laughing. ‘Am I getting warmer?’ I asked as I passed doorway after doorway. ‘Oh, yes, trust me you are getting hot!’ ‘You are such a tease.’ I said laughing. Finally I found the door to his bedroom and what lay behind that door would be etched into my mind for the rest of my life! Lying on the largest bed I had ever seen was Donnie. There was something different about him and it wasn’t the fact that he had had his hair cut. Once where there once was a baby pudge was a larger rounder firmer gut! ‘You have got to be kidding?’ I said totally in awe of what my eyes were seeing. ‘I told you, I had some commitments,’ Donnie replied, his shitting eating grin was back and he looked so sexy, my heart was melting. ‘I wanted to see if I could add some serious weight before we met up again. For two reasons, one, to see if I could actually do it and two I wanted to see your face when you walked in and babe, it was a picture!’ he started to laugh. ‘How much weight have you put on, you look so, so chunky.’ Every fibre of my being wanted to jump his bones. I had never wanted anyone more in my life. Donnie was fat and furry perfection! ‘About 20lb I think, it’s not as much as I would have liked but I was sort of flying blind. I just ate everything I could get my hands on. ‘Well, your hands found a lot of food, I’ll give you that! And 20lb in 3 weeks is amazing going. And I have to say, you have never, ever looked hotter!’ ‘Well don’t you think you should come over here and reward me for being such a good eater?’ there was that grin again. It took less than 20 seconds for me to get onto the bed and stripped to my underwear. Donnie laughed as I got my foot stuck in my pant leg and hopped across the room. ‘I have never wanted you more!’ he howled. Ok, it wasn’t the most glamorous of entrances but it sure was one of the fastest! Lying next to him was everything I had dreamed of those last 3 weeks. Being apart from him was torture but now I was with him and I never wanted to leave his side. ‘So, lets have a look at that belly then, my big hairy brute! Can I call you mine?’ I looked up at him ‘Of course you can.’ He replied with a sweet look in his face. He lay back on the bed and put his arms behind his head. His gut had now taken on a rounder shape. It looked solid but to the touch it was soft and also dough like. He let out a little grunt when I played with the soft warm flesh. His belly was quite hairy. I was starting to get hard playing with it and Donnie was also in a state of arousal. One hand massaged his belly whilst the stroked his dick from outside his underwear. ‘You make me want to be a bigger man’ he said softly, his breathe getting slow and heavy. ‘We will make you a huge star baby, I promise you that.’ We made love that afternoon for the first time. I think we both knew that there was something special between us. I had never felt so at ease with a man before and I could tell Donnie loved the fact that I loved him for him and not his star status. | |
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