The Home Depot Hookup: Chapter 2

Two weeks passed since my Home Depot boyfriend initially messaged me. We chatted occasionally, usually horny in bed before falling asleep. I even dropped some hints at meeting up but he must have not picked up on them. This was par for the course with any hookup app, but nevertheless this man stayed on my mind. He was just so fucking hot.

During those two weeks I gained five pounds which was pretty impressive for me. It’s difficult for me to gain even one pound in a week, let alone two and a half. Admittedly, my lustful fantasies of the Grindr guy certainly helped push things along. He really was an ass guy and I began focusing on developing that area of my body.

At the gym, I was tearing up my glutes multiple times a week. There were a couple days my ass was so sore I refused to walk the next day and spent the whole day in bed chugging gainer shakes and eating take out. I was also upping my intake of dairy products in as healthy a way as possible. Beyond the gainer shakes, I was putting heavy cream in everything I cooked, from oatmeal to sauces and glazes and even mixed drinks.

Obviously, I was happy with any gains but I was praying that the fresh chub landed on my ass. It was hard to tell, but I think I was successful. After those two weeks a favorite pair of jeans I had bought fairly recently became hard to close. Additionally, a pair of work out shorts that used to be comfortable now resulted in a near constant wedgie. Both of these findings spurred me to go even harder with my gains.

Some days I would eat five meals. This was not the norm for me and truthfully it was not sustainable at my current weight, but it certainly pushed things along. I discovered the trick was to do three “normal” or “healthy” meals, by which I mean not entirely processed or drenched in grease, with two mega fattening meals in between. Usually the latter consisted of fast food or something sugary.

I really perfected a protein pancake recipe with homemade chocolate maple syrup, nuts, bananas, and chocolate chips. Pancakes are filling but I learned that if you follow food like that with a hard strength workout shortly afterward, then you’re hungry again in no time. I mean, you’re never going to be hungry eating this much, but you can stuff more in without getting sick. That’s all that matters.

Naturally, I was taking photos of myself constantly and had to resist sending some primo ass shots to my Home Depot guy. Although, in doing so, I made an exciting discovery. At the top of my thighs both near my groin and beneath the crease of my ass cheek, I had developed very soft pink stretch marks. The growth was unmistakable!

One Saturday, after an incredible stuffing and insatiable horniness I made a brash decision. My cock had been hard all day and leaking immeasurable precum. I basically had no control over myself and ended up being a bit of a creep. I drove to the closest Home Depot, assuming Grindr guy worked at that location.

My intention was to see but not be seen. I didn’t want to catch him off guard and ruin any potential we had. So I wore all black, a loose tee and snug sweatpants because all my bottoms were snug now. I wore my glasses to add a layer of disguise and carried a nondescript tote.

I entered the sliding doors with a perverse nervousness. I was instantly aroused by the various dads and working men browsing the store and struggled to stave off an erection. I walked through the massive store as though I was looking for a product but couldn’t quite find it. I checked all the main hubs where employees were hanging out but didn’t see him, which I thought was probably for the best.

Finally, I went outside to the garden section. It was an unusually warm and sunny autumn day. I switched to sunglasses. I perused the plants, peeking down every aisle, when finally I saw him. My heart skipped a beat. I stepped behind a display of small trees that I pretended to be interested in so that I could watch him from afar.

This man lived up to my expectations. He appeared even bulkier in person. I wondered if 250 lbs was a conservative number. He didn’t seem like the type to be shy about his weight but you never know. He wore a collared black shirt and some extremely worn in Dickie’s, over which the classic orange apron was tied snug around his belly and love handles.

I glanced around to see if anyone was looking so that I could adjust my boner behind the waistband of my pants. I was so fucking horny. I wanted to pounce like a tiger in the jungle. Instead, I gazed on as he stacked bags of soil. One by one he hoisted them into a neat pile, his biceps bulging and glistening with sweat. He was close to finishing and paused to wipe his brow and catch his breath. A customer approached with a question and startled him. He turned around and I got a better view of his front. I was surprised I could see defined pecs all the way from where I was standing. This seemed unusual for a man with so much belly, but I supposed his job kept him in shape.

Returning to his task at hand, he took a deep breath. At this point I was fully lost in fantasy and not even bothering to pretend to shop. He squatted down low for the remaining bags of soil. His pants dipped revealing some ass crack and a tramp stamp. I was shocked that such a macho looking guy had tattooed his lower back. It lent him a fagginess that I found irresistible.

Hoisting the bag up, his shirt came untucked a bit and the tie of his apron moved up. He performed this motion three more times and by the end of it half a love handle was exposed. It looked firm and tight against his waist. I was drooling from my mouth and my cock. He was flushed red from the exertion and wiped his brow again. He then proceeded to pull down his shirt and apron, adjusting himself. I imagined that at his weight he was often having to adjust his clothes at work.

He turned directly toward me and began heading my direction. I nearly had a heart attack and swiftly exited the store. I began to sweat profusely while speed walking back to my car. The second I was inside the vehicle my hand involuntarily began stroking my cock. I looked around at the crowded parking lot and realized this was probably not the best idea.

I exited the lot and drove down an empty road sandwiched between a parking garage and an abandoned restaurant. No one was around so I put the car in park. Frantically, I yanked down my elastic waistband and it snapped. My pig brain was now completely electrified. I gripped my cock and after four pumps I was shooting come all over my car.