Plenty of Pork: Chapter 4

I was at a local bar with some friends, several drinks in and getting bored. I looked across the room as the door opened up and a man stepped in with prodigious wobble. It was Abe. My heart rose to a flutter inside my chest. My eyes surely widened as I took him in from afar. He was wearing the same outfit I had seen him in last week at the restaurant: his new jacket, unzipped, with the grey thermal underneath that still failed to cover the overflow of underbelly that jiggled free. I took a gulp of my beer and looked away. I needed to play it cool. 

Half heartedly, I tried to contribute to the banter of my group of friends while I kept an eye on Abe. He plodded slowly across the room to the bar. He looked nearly a hundred pounds heavier than when I first encountered him with his girlfriend. Yet he still had that same exuberance as before, the same wild good looks, albeit softened with sweet buttery chub. His blue eyes sparkled and his soft pink lips curled into a smile as he approached the bar. Suddenly, I realized I had to form a game plan, and quickly. We were sure to interact and I didn’t want to fumble this opportunity. 

Abe ordered a beer with a shot of what looked like whiskey or rum. It probably took a lot to get a man of his size tipsy. It made sense he’d have to start out strong. Interestingly, he was alone which meant I had the upper hand in some sense. After throwing back his shot he turned around and we immediately locked eyes. There was no more hiding, I had to go in for the kill. 

Thankfully, his face immediately lit up. He looked so gorgeous when he smiled that I wanted to melt. This man had no business being so fucking attractive. He lifted one arm to wave, causing his shirt to drag up to his belly button. I couldn’t help but glance down at his belly from across the room as I smiled and waved back. I hoped he didn’t notice. I excused myself from my friends and approached him. 

“Charlie!” He exclaimed as soon as I was within earshot. “Good to see you out in the real world.” 

I grinned and reciprocated the sentiment. Up close I was reminded of the stains on his shirt. It seemed like there were more of them now. I imagined gluttonous fast food runs during which he couldn’t contain himself. My cock was already chubbing up after a short greeting. 

“You come here often?” Abe asked. “I’ve never seen you before.” 

“No, actually. I’m not a big drinker.” I regretted those words as soon as I uttered them. 

“Good for you. Can’t say the same I’m afraid. Suppose they call it a beer belly for a reason.” 

Abe gave his stomach a nice thwack and I could feel myself blushing. Even the beer bottle in his hand looked comically small compared to his mass. I was overwhelmed. Abe seemed to sense something was up, and ushered us over to a corner table and asked about, well, my life. I was even further taken aback but his gentle demeanor put me at ease. Before I knew it I was sharing intimate details about my upbringing and current financial woes as my beer disappeared. Time passed with ease, my friends ditched me, and Abe and I settled into another round. 

I found myself really enjoying our conversation. It even seemed flirtatious at times but I refrained from making a move. Abe was straight, at the very least bi, and it felt too risky to make an advance. 

When my friend drunk dialed me from home I took it as my cue to exit. Abe and I had been talking for about two hours and I figured it was best to leave it at that than force a potentially ruinous come on. As I excused myself, Abe interjected. 

“Hey wait. What’s your number?” 

I surely blushed once more, betraying my own attraction, and eagerly shared my digits. 

“It was good talking with you,” he said with an earnestness that made me weak in the knees. 

“You too,” I said and departed. 

On the drive home, my phone lit up with a message from Abe. My heart skipped a beat. I pulled over to look at it with my full attention. The message read: “Hey, I hope this isn’t too forward, but I really wanted to ask you back to my place earlier. You’re great company and pretty easy on the eyes too ;)” 

I literally squealed like a little girl. “I’m thrilled you asked. I’m not too far away…” I replied. 

Minutes later I was turning around to pick Abe up from the bar. I was so excited that I was already getting a boner and starting to sweat in anticipation. When I arrived at the bar’s parking lot I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. I texted Abe and then watched with hunger in my eyes as he slowly lumbered out of the establishment. When he got to my car I realized my tiny sedan was going to be a struggle for him. It was low to the ground and the cabin was tight, even for me.

He lowered himself down cautiously before dropping the whole of his weight into the seat. With a grunt he had wedged himself in fully, the gravity of his body causing the car to bounce a bit. He smiled knowingly, aware that he was comically bulky for the tiny car. Our eyes locked in silence for a moment before he leaned across the console, his belly pressing against the controls, and we locked lips.