The Hungry Hustler: Chapter 3

The boys were excited for some fun in the sun as they hit the local gay nude beach. It had been a summer of record heat and Brad’s window A/C unit wasn’t cutting it any longer. They needed some crisp refreshing lake water. Brad packed a cooler with foot long subs and beers and carried a tote full of snacks. He was prepared for a long day of letting it all hang out. 

At this point, Brad and Ricky had been seeing each other for about five months and Ricky had unofficially moved in. The two had grown incredibly close but were not official boyfriends. They never discussed their relationship status and Brad was nervous about telling his friends and coworkers that Ricky was a sex worker, or at least a former sex worker. Even stil,l their bond, and waistlines, were growing larger everyday. 

It became an unacknowledged fact that Ricky was intentionally putting on weight to please Brad. He didn’t really mind either, as he was thankful to be in a position where food was abundant and he had a caring partner. Ricky’s once lithe frame had begun to bulge all over. His paunch was developing into an all-out pot belly that extended from his waist whether sitting or standing, though it was particularly noticeable when he sat. He had an undeniable pooch and, as a result, he had to trash the pair of jeans he owned when they met. They simply would no longer button.

Both men were particularly surprised with how fast Ricky’s ass and legs grew. He was now sporting a full on bubble butt that Brad loved to bury his face in. This was supported by two chunky thighs that were beginning to rub together when he walked. The friction was becoming so intense that Ricky no longer grew hair on his plush inner thighs. The young hustler would often intentionally sit on the edge of his seat wearing only underwear, as he knew that the sight of his buttery thigh meat hanging from his legs drove Brad wild. As a whole, Ricky looked positively well-fed, and he wasn’t the only one. 

In keeping food around the house and making sure Ricky was always stuffing his face, Brad had put on some weight too. Unlike Ricky, Brad’s weight went straight to his gut where he was beginning to develop a spare tire that sloped out from his flat chest. Brad had been thin his entire life and this development was entirely unexpected. Until now, he had assumed he simply couldn’t gain weight even if he tried, but there was no denying his burgeoning skinny-fat bod. 

Once they reached the trail to the beach both men stripped off their clothes down to their underwear. Ricky was wearing white briefs that barely contained his package and were completely see through and soaked with sweat. They also failed to contain his heavy ass cheeks that bounced out of the bottom of the briefs. Brad, on the other hand, wore boxer briefs, the elastic of which was mostly eclipsed by his muffin top. 

Once they got to the beach and began looking for a spot to plant themselves, Brad noticed something. Ricky was getting a lot of attention. Left and right men were smiling, nodding, and winking at Ricky, but completely ignoring Brad. Brad was beginning to grow insecure and irritated. After Ricky said hello to the fourth person he knew, Brad couldn’t contain himself. 

“How do you know everyone here? Did you use to work this beach?”

“Yeah, I thought I told you that? You can get lots of money on a warm day here.”

“Christ, everyone must think I’m just some pathetic John who’s paying you to keep me company.”

“A lot of really hot, rich, handsome men have paid for my time here, hun. I’m here with you because I want to be. And besides, who cares what people think?”

“It’s just, I don’t know.”

“You’re embarassed to be with a sex worker, huh?” Ricky replied aggressively. “It’s fine, it’s to be expected I guess. Let’s just find a spot.”

The two sat down and stripped off their underwear with a tense silence. Brad noticed that sitting down Ricky had developed a considerably fat pad for a guy his size. His jealousy faded into desire as he took in Ricky’s beautifully swollen and plump form. Ricky was still noticeably upset, but Brad steered the conversation towards something light hearted and they began to have a good time. Before long they polished off their sandwiches and each belched loudly, cracking their third or fourth beer. Tipsy and bloated they ran down to the water as the sun beat down on them. Their sweaty bodies bounced in the waves as they embraced and kissed. Back on their beach blankets Ricky broke into a bag of potato chips.

“You got my appetite outta control lately, babe,” Ricky flirtatiously murmured. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I never thought I could eat so much. It’s nice, I feel like a king.”

“You’re my king.”

“Hey, we should probably reapply sunscreen.”

Ricky sat up and tossed Brad the bottle of sunscreen. He turned around as Brad lathered up his sun kissed golden skin. As Brad moved from Ricky’s shoulders to lower back he luxuriated in the squishiness of the man’s love handles before reaching around and caressing his gooey belly from behind. Ricky let out a belch as Brad squeezed his tummy, causing Brad’s cock to stiffen. 

Ricky laid down as Brad began working his front side, starting with his soft and hairy thighs. He massaged Ricky’s thighs as though they were bread dough ready for the oven, causing Ricky began to sigh in pleasure. As Brad worked his way up, Ricky was beginning to get hard as well. Naturally, Brad gravitated towards Ricky’s cock and stroked it a few times before lathering up his gooey belly with sunscreen. As Brad moved closer to cover Ricky’s upper body he leaned in for a sensuous kiss and Ricky wrapped his legs around Brad’s body. 

They began to makeout and grind against one another as a few of the men nearby watched and stroked themselves. With a little spit in his hand, Brad pushed Ricky’s curvaceous legs over his shoulders and popped his dick inside of the hustler’s suntanned ass. Drunk and tired from the sun, they squirmed together lazily, slowly pumping in and out. Their sweaty swollen bellies pressed together as they each softly moaned. 

Ricky struggled to contain his grunts as he came closer to orgasm. About to burst, he sat up and pushed Brad onto his back so he could ride his cock. Ricky bounced on Brad’s lap ferociously, causing his fattened ass cheeks to reverberate with each collision, putting on a show for the beach goers. Brad’s belly wobbled back and forth as well and he gripped Ricky’s rippling thigh fat. Uncontrollably, Ricky began shooting spumes of come past Brad’s head and onto some nearby rocks. The sight of this caused Brad to grip Ricky’s soft waist and slam him down on his cock while he pumped a massive load inside of him. 

Ricky collapsed on top of Brad when they were finished with a wet smooch on the lips. The men around them clapped in appreciation.