Thanksgiving Delight: Chapter 4

It was Thanksgiving Day and Graham hit the ground running. Since he was hosting his friend group’s annual Friendsgiving he was in charge of the turkey. Plus, he was taking it upon himself to bake three different types of pies. The event was a potluck but Graham found that year after year there was never enough desert to go around. Rather, there was never enough desert for him to have seconds and thirds. So he was taking matters into his own hands.

He leapt out of bed buck naked and headed to the kitchen. Living solo meant that he could wobble around freely without bothering with tight and restricting clothing. His belly swayed left and right as his dick bobbed up and down on his way to the kitchen, the cool air caressing his curves all the while. He had prepped the turkey the night before and popped the whole bird into the oven.

Next, he showered and threw on some clothes to head to the market. It was Thanksgiving, so Graham decided to let his freak flag fly and squeeze into some clothes he knew wouldn’t quite fit. Everyone was pigging out this time of year, right? At least that’s what he told himself.

The elastic waistband of his Adidas joggers from two years ago was stretched to max capacity around the thickness of his waist. Meanwhile, he wore no underwear so that his ass, cock, and fat pad bulged to their almighty capacity. Up top he wore an old college tee that just barely covered the bottom of his overhang. Over that he threw on an old flannel that he left unbuttoned, not that it would have buttoned around his gut anyway. He enjoyed this look as the sides of the flannel hanging down accentuated the belly bulging out before him.

As he headed out the door Graham was subtly aroused by the sensation of his cock and belly swaying in unison for the world to see. Jiggling down the sidewalk Graham popped into his local grocery store. It felt like the holidays. People were bustling to and fro and the smell of baked goods filled the air as store employees anxiously restocked the shelves. Graham enjoyed this. He was always a bit saddened by his mother’s discomfort on this day, but he was grateful to be celebrating with friends.

Heading down the baking aisle, a seriously porky guy caught Graham’s eye. He was a bit older and larger than Graham, wearing dirty blue jeans with a flannel that was bursting at the seams. Chest hair sprung from the opening of his shirt while the man silently rubbed his belly while looking at boxes of cookies. Graham took in the sight for a moment when the stranger turned around and locked eyes with Graham. Graham’s heart dropped. Both men were speechless, mouths agape.

“Uh- Graham, is that you?”

Graham slowly nodded. Was this? It couldn’t be… The man who gave him one of the purest sexual experiences of his life. The man who now almost seemed like a figment of his imagination, mere masturbation fodder.

“Mark?” Graham barely managed to get out.

“It’s great to see you, man. I’m shocked, I don’t know what to say. I guess I should, like, apologize or something. For what I did and all…”

“It’s uh, wow. Yeah, no worries, I’m just really stunned to see you is all. How have you been?”

“Good good, I uh moved here for work and it’s been a great city, I’ve been good. Should’ve known better than to go shopping today though. I forgot what day it is, I don’t really celebrate anymore.”

“Yeah, my mom really put an end to tradition after, you know…”

“Look, I’m so sorry man. I should’ve known better.”

“No, no, it was… It was great, actually,” Graham chuckled. “Hey, this has really thrown me off guard, but would you like to come to Friendsgiving this year? I’m hosting.”

Mark cracked a big smile that punctuated his full rosy cheeks and dense scruff. Graham stood enamored by the older man’s rugged beauty. They had barely interacted and Graham was already becoming aroused, which was a problem considering his lack of underwear.

“I’d love that,” Mark replied.

The two men exchanged numbers. Graham grew more nervous as he could feel his cock pitching a tent in his threadbare sweatpants. He wondered if Mark noticed. Maybe he wanted him to? Graham pressed himself against his shopping cart in an effort to conceal his arousal, but the cold sensation of his belly fat pressing against the bar only further aroused him. Mark handed Graham back his phone with a wry grin.

“You look good,” Mark winked. “Glad to see you’ve kept your appetite,” Mark plopped a heavy hand on Graham’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

Graham was now fully erect and struggling to maintain composure. “So do you,” his voice cracked.

“I look forward to seeing you later, big guy.”

“Likewise.”

Graham scurried off in a haze. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He didn’t even know Mark was living in the same city. And now he would be attending Thanksgiving just as they had met eight years ago to the day! His head was spinning.

Flustered, Graham plowed through the rest of his grocery list and also picked up a premade pumpkin pie, fried chicken wings, and some beer. Normally, Graham liked to fast for a few hours before the big meal in order to create maximum capacity for unbridled gluttony, but his interaction with Mark left him needing some comfort food.

On the walk home, Graham killed the chicken wings. He anxiously inhaled one after another paying no attention to grease and sauce dripping from his greedy lips and staining the crest of his belly. He needed food. Once home he began prepping the crust for his pies, all the while devouring spoonfuls of the storebought pumpkin pie and washing it down with beer.

Graham could barely compute that he’d be seeing the lover of his dreams in only a few hours. What a bizarre moment of serendipity. If his mother only knew! He wondered if they would have sex. He sure as hell hoped so. But what if it ruined the memory of their first time? What if the sex was bad? Something told Graham that wouldn’t be the case. Then he realized something. All of his friends knew the story of what had happened on Thanksgiving 2013. They had all heard about Mark. And now this man would be joining their tradition reminding everyone of Graham’s sexual kink. How embarrassing!

Graham’s mind calmed down a bit as he composed the pies. Pecan, apple, and mixed berry, all doused in sugar and butter and fat. As he popped them in the oven his nerves had finally settled a bit. He headed to the bathroom and caught himself in the mirror. He looked ridiculous.

The T-shirt was stained beyond belief, covered in grease and butter and powdered sugar. It didn’t help that he was bloated from beer, chicken, and pie which had stretched the tee to maximum capacity causing it to ride up and expose a sliver of overhang. He looked closely admirously at his own girth and noticed something strange.

He lifted his underbelly with both hands to get a closer look. What was that? There was something sticky in his happy trail. While fingering the substance he noticed something else: tiny red stretch marks were beginning to form around his belly button. A flush of arousal hit him as he picked at the stickiness, pulled a piece out, and tasted it. It was pecan pie filling. His gut must have gotten in the way once again whilst baking. He chuckled and slapped his girth.

Looking himself in the face, Graham saw a bloated, concerned, and horny man. His skin was flushed a bit red from the activity of baking. The kid that got fucked by his mother’s boyfriend on the kitchen table was still there, but buried under 100 pounds of opulent adipose. A hunger lingered in his eyes. A hunger not just for food, but for flesh. Particularly Mark’s plump stocky form. Graham thought back to Mark standing in the aisle. His broad shoulders and massive spare tire pushing at the threshold of a well-worn flannel, denim that looked uncomfortably stuffed full of muscle and chub… Graham’s cock sprung to attention once again.