Mr. Perfect: Chapter 8

Six months later

Ricardo rubbed the sleep from his eyes and struggled to roll his heft over in bed. Instead of Gavin he found an indentation in the mattress covered in crumbs. It was peculiar for Gavin to be the first one up. Ricardo slung his legs over the edge of the bed and took a big swig of water. He scratched at his belly. The stretch marks were so itchy since hitting 400 and it was driving him crazy. He reached for his phone to check the time but it tumbled to the ground.

Ricardo sighed. He breathed in and lunged to the side in an effort to retrieve it to no avail. He was just too fat to bother and hoisted himself out of bed and to the bathroom. The wood floor of the old beach house creaked beneath his weight. His body fat quivered with each heavy step. Squatting down on the toilet with a grunt he was reminded that he needed to hire someone to switch it out. The bowl was too small and low to the ground, making it uncomfortable for a man of his size.

There were lots of renovations they still needed to get done on the place. Since Gavin sold the weed shop last year they had moved into a quaint fixer-upper in Santa Cruz. The house was a pain at times, but had its charms. Besides, it was walking distance to the beach as well as the best burger joint in town and a dispensary.

After taking his first shit of the day, Ricardo was back on his feet lumbering out of the bedroom in the nude. He rarely wore clothes these days unless he had to. Besides, his belly was getting large enough that it was close to covering up any sight of his junk. In the last forty pounds the overhang really transformed from a rounded crease to a wobbling slab of fat that exposed itself at the most inopportune times. It felt as though every time Ricardo finally got a shirt that fit, his overhang grew an extra inch for some fresh air.

The house smelled delicious, but Gavin was nowhere to be found. Naturally, Ricardo found himself in the kitchen sniffing out the remains of whatever Gavin was up to. He scratched at his fat pad, a new site for burgeoning stretch marks, and realized he still had a bit of morning wood. Where was Gavin to relieve him?

Finally, it dawned on him and he swung open the back door to the porch. There stood Gavin looking like the Pillsbury Dough Boy in a pink Speedo and massive grin. Next to him was an entire pig on a spit and a lavish spread filling the table. He held two mimosas in his hands.

“Happy Anniversary!”

Ricardo rushed toward his love for a big bear hug, only their bellies collided first and Gavin stumbled backwards spilling the mimosas. They both burst out laughing before sharing an intimate kiss.

“Boy does this look and smell amazing,” Ricardo rubbed his stomach with both hands greedily.

The feast piled atop the table looked fit for royalty. There were fixings for burgers, fresh succulent fruit, delicate pastries, deviled eggs, mac salad, and a smorgasbord of other glistening delectable treats. Ricardo’s eyes dilated and his mouth began to water. He became useless when confronted with a good meal.

“Before we eat,” Gavin snapped his boyfriend back to reality, “I have a gift.”

Ricardo tore open the gift bag to find a fully loaded bong in the shape of a penis. They embraced once more before sparking up. They both had a hefty tolerance at this point and took several rips before saddling up to the table and digging in.

Ricardo had no qualms about disturbing the picturesque set up Gavin had crafted. He began shoveling food into his mouth at breakneck speed while Gavin butchered the pig and served a heaping pile of meat. Ricardo had become such a messy eater that half of his food ended up on his body or the ground. He didn’t have time to concern himself with tidiness, he needed to fill up his belly as far as it would stretch.

By the end of the meal the table was almost cleared and the men were making out. They sat sideways as the wooden bench creaked loudly trying to support both of them at once. It was a miracle it hadn’t collapsed yet. Ricardo’s stomach was noticeably full and swollen, having expanded several inches with just one meal, and took up space on the bench all on its own.

They navigated back inside to recline on their large sectional. The couch was new but there was already an indentation where Ricardo liked to sit. Ricardo splayed himself on his back with his belly pinning him down and Gavin climbing atop. Ricardo was always on his back during sex anymore, he just didn’t have the stamina to do much else.

Gavin sucked on the soft scruffy fat that encased Ricardo’s once chiseled jawline. In the last several dozen pounds Ricardo’s nipples had become incredibly sensitive. Gavin knew to always play with them and eventually worked his lips down there. Gavin’s tongue danced around soft succulent pecs as Ricardo’s massive tank expanded with heavy breaths. Reaching lower Gavin sought out his lover’s manhood.

Ricardo’s cock was becoming encased by a ballooning fat pad and enormous thighs. He had lost several visible inches of his once impressive manhood to unhinged gluttony and sloth. Gavin massaged Ricardo’s rod, his hand surrounded by plush chub. Ricardo moaned in pleasure. There was no better feeling than getting your cock serviced after a heavy meal.

Gavin couldn’t resist any longer and lifted Ricardo’s belly so that he could blow Ricardo. Memories of their first time came to him as his face bounced off ripe chub. Back then Gavin’s body was the soft one against Ricardo’s chiseled muscles. It was almost difficult to imagine that ripped jock was buried somewhere inside of this massive fat man he was sucking off.

Sensing that Ricardo was close to orgasm, Gavin pulled back. It was his turn for some fun. Gavin rolled Ricardo onto his side. From this angle it almost seemed possible that Ricardo was as wide as he was tall. Gavin saddled up to Ricardo’s bubble butt, his cock dripping in anticipation, and began readying Ricardo’s hole.

This was the only angle from which they could comfortably fuck any more. Gavin was not strong enough to hold up Ricardo’s legs during missionary, and Ricardo’s ass was almost too thick for Gavin’s sizable cock during doggy style. As Gavin slid inside, his own belly bulging out above his boyfriend’s fatty thigh, he let out a guttural moan. Nothing felt better than getting high and fucking Ricardo after a big meal.

He slowly pumped in and out of his boyfriend for about half an hour. His pace never quickened but their hearts were racing and they were both sweating buckets. This was probably the most they ever exerted themselves. After half an hour of slow and sensuous fucking their bodies erupted in massive THC-assisted orgasm, their vision going white and their bodies convulsing uncontrollably.

Gavin slumped back onto the couch and Ricardo remained on his side while they both caught their breath. The sweat dried upon their skin along with the food remains from earlier. Both men needed to shower but hadn’t in a day or two. Neither had even left the house in that amount of time.

Once they were fully recovered, Gavin leaned forward with a grunt and grabbed a nearby bong. He took a rip and handed it to Ricardo. Ricardo was too lazy to sit back up so Gavin cleared the chamber and handed his boyfriend a weed pen they kept around for moments like these.

“God, you’re perfect,” Ricardo sighed.

“You are,” Gavin replied and laid down on the couch using Ricardo’s cum-filled ass as a pillow.