Mr. Perfect: Chapter 2

One month later

Gavin lay sprawled on the couch munching on leftover pizza from the night before. He wore only boxers and dirty white socks, letting his manhood and pudge air out comfortably. A cloud of weed smoke hung in the air as he watched cartoons and scratched at his junk. He wanted a beer from the fridge but was too lazy to get up and grab it.

Ricardo knocked at the front door and then let himself in. He was clearly fresh from the gym, wearing tiny shorts and a muscle tee. His perfect skin glistened with sweat and bulged with the hardness of a fresh pump. He eyed Gavin hungrily, his libido on full speed post-gym, and layed down on the couch with his head on Gavin’s pillowy stomach.

“I am so glad to be here. Between law school and keeping up with the gym I am starting to go crazy.”

“Poor baby,” Gavin responded and petted Ricardo’s head. “What do you say we order Chinese food and crack a beer while we wait?”

“Music to my ears.”

The two guys placed a hefty order and Ricardo brought out a six pack from the fridge. He threw off his shirt, leaned back, cracked a beer, and cheersed his new squeeze. They each took a gulp before Gavin leaned over and smooched Richardo on the cheek whilst patting the tiny roll of chub clinging to Ricardo’s abs.

For the past three months Gavin and Ricardo had been seeing each other regularly. They enjoyed the sex and spending time together, especially Ricardo. For Ricardo, their visits were a respite from a hectic schedule and overwhelming workload. Every aspect of his life he executed with precision and gusto. The external pressure from his family and school and society took its toll, but Ricardo was intelligent and hardworking, always rising to the occasion.

Nevertheless, he needed a break now and again and Gavin had become a breath of fresh air in his schedule. Or, perhaps, a lungful of fresh marijuana smoke. Ricardo had never paid much attention to getting high. Sure, he supported campaigns for its legalization as did all his peers, but he still associated the drug with burnouts. With Gavin at his side, Ricardo was becoming a proper stoner.

The second he got high his stressors seemed to fade into the distance. He found himself concerned only with creature comforts: cuddling, sex, Gavin, food… And boy did he get the munchies. Everything was better stoned, especially eating. Sometimes it felt like he was a bottomless pit and could simply stuff himself for hours. The only thing better than eating though, was fucking.

“Let’s hit the bong, babe,” Ricardo felt his heart leap upon iterating the word ‘babe.’ Neither of them had crossed that threshold yet.

“Hell yeah,” Gavin casually replied and squeezed Ricardo’s meaty thigh.

Gavin was a particularly handsy lover. He enjoyed sex. Period. But sex with Ricardo hit different. They had amazing chemistry even though Gavin didn’t usually go for the muscled type. Although, he was starting to notice that Ricardo had put on some weight since they first met. It was probably only about 10 or 15 pounds, which on Ricardo’s frame was nothing. But Gavin could tell.

The six pack abs that Ricardo spent so long in the gym perfecting had begun to fade beneath countless hours of take out and beer. In fact, right below his navel he had developed a little band of pudge that ever so subtly pooched out above the waistline of his pants. His strong thighs were also becoming less well-defined as they puffed up from overeating. Gavin couldn’t help but find delight in watching this sexy jock finally loosen up a bit and have a bit of fun. He was glad he could help out in the department.

After taking a hefty bong rip, Gavin leaned forward and shotgunned it into his lover’s mouth. Ricardo eagerly sucked the smoke in and held it in his lungs until it burned. He then took a rip of his own and freshened his mouth with a swig of beer. He was feeling good. Looking over, Ricardo eyed Gavin’s dad bod in casual repose. He looked too sexy to pass up.

“Fuck I’m so horny,” Ricardo sighed as he went in for a kiss.

As they made out, Ricardo rubbed and squeezed Gavin’s soft paunch. He adored the cozy cushion that encased his lover. Something about Gavin’s doughiness made their sex seem more intimate and wild. Perhaps it was that there was more to handle and jiggle. He wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t get enough.

Getting a bit more worked up, Ricardo hopped atop Gavin’s lap straddling him under freshly pumped quads. Wearing only tiny running shorts, Ricardo’s package sat dramatically atop Gavin’s belly. They grinded their bodies against one another as their erections came into full bloom.

Gavin’s was barely restrained by the loose fitting boxers and was now tapping against Ricardo’s taint. Gavin reached around and cupped the muscle hunk’s ass, realizing this area had also grown thicker in the last few months. Maybe Ricardo had gained more than anyone realized and everyone just assumed it was muscle. In this moment, Gavin could feel the truth as Ricardo’s lush cake filled the palms of his hands.

Precum was beginning to soak through Ricardo’s gym shorts as they kissed and sucked on each other’s necks and shoulders. Gavin softly tapped his cock against Ricardo’s hole, communicating his gameplan. Ricardo caught on and dismounted only briefly to remove his shorts and grab some lube. Moments later he was back atop his squishy lover and lowering his ass onto Gavin’s fat throbbing cock. As the head inched in Ricardo let out a soft moan and an abrasive knock at the door startled them both.

“Goddamn it,” Ricardo sighed.

“It’s the food,” Gavin stated.

“Yeah no shit, but how are we supposed to receive it when we both have boners.”

“Mine is going down, toss me your shorts.”

Gavin squeezed into Ricardo’s gym shorts which were comically tight around the waist and accentuated Gavin’s girthy half chubbed cock. He opened the door and the delivery boy’s eyes immediately looked down. He seemed at a loss for words as he struggled to look away from Gavin’s manhood. Gavin grabbed the food and slammed the door without a word.

Turning around, Gavin gazed into Ricardo’s bloodshot lovelorn eyes: “Let’s eat.”