The Hungry Hustler: Chapter 2

Brad had a pep in his step as he walked home from work. He had just received a promotion that included a 10k raise and he was feeling like perhaps he had a future with the company. On the way home he stopped to pick up a couple bottles of champagne and some candles. He had plans to hang out with Ricky and tonight they would be celebrating. 

They’d been seeing each other twice a week for about three months now. They were purely friends with no sex involved and Brad did not pay Ricky for his time. It was clear they had some kind of connection and Ricky appreciated having a stable place to sleep two nights out of the week. Plus, Brad was delighted to see that Ricky had begun to fill out a bit with regular meals in his life. It wasn’t by mistake that Brad began ordering far more food than was typical so that he could watch Ricky chow down. 

The doorbell rang and Brad let his guest inside. Ricky was glistening with sweat and his wife beater showed giant wet patches under the arms. It was the dead of summer and Ricky had come from playing basketball with his boys. Unphased, Brad gave him a big hug taking note of his squishier sides and softened arms. With a big grin on his face, Brad stepped back and announced his exciting news. 

“Fuck yeah!” Ricky exclaimed. “Congratulations! You deserve it.”

Brad placed an order for delivery from the pair’s favorite Italian place while Ricky took a shower. Ricky returned wearing only his jeans and sat down on a barstool. Brad admired how a baby paunch pooched over the waistband of Ricky’s jeans when he sat. It was barely noticeable standing, but bent in half it was clear that Ricky had put on some weight. A bit of a muffin top even puffed out at his sides. Most of the weight, however, went to Ricky’s rear which was looking more like a bubble butt every time they met up. 

“Let’s pop this champagne and get the party rolling,” Brad suggested. 

They were through the majority of one bottle and feeling buzzed when the food arrived much later than projected. Brad accepted the order and began unboxing it on the kitchen counter. He had ordered mozzarella sticks, three pasta dishes, and chocolate cake for dessert. While it was no accident he ordered this much, it looked like a ridiculous amount of food once it was all spread out. 

“Jesus, Brad, you really went all out here. Trying to fatten me up I see.”

“You know me,” Brad laughed. 

The two drunkenly dug into their food with fervor. Not only were they both starving, but it looked and smelled delicious. The men chowed down in silence for about ten minutes before continuing their conversation and pouring some more champagne. As they grew increasingly drunk, a flirtatious dynamic entered the room and they began to sit closer together. After a bit, they had eaten two and half plates of pasta, all the chocolate cake, and only had a half bottle of bubbly remaining. 

“You should just kill the rest of the pasta,” Brad said, “it won’t be as good leftover.”

“Only if you help,” Ricky countered with a sly grin. 

Brad sighed and conceded. If watching Ricky eat more meant he had to do the same, then so be it. By the time they were finished with both the champagne and the pasta both men were bloated beyond belief. Ricky’s tiny belly roll disappeared as his gut grew distended and swollen in front of him. He looked like he was pregnant.  

“I think I need to lay down,” Ricky murmured and headed to the bedroom. 

Brad plopped down on the bed next to him, their legs and arms touching. They laid like this for several minutes before Ricky rolled onto his side and placed his hand on Brad’s chest. 

“You’ve been so good to me these past couple months. It’s been great getting to know you.”

“I feel the same way,” Brad responded. 

“It’s hard for me to get to know people,” Ricky said. “No one ever looks at me the way you do. Like you really see me” 

The two gazed into each other's eyes and slowly leaned closer to lock lips. Afterwards, they looked into each other’s eyes once more. Seeing a mutual reassurance in one another, they began to make out softly. Slowly, Ricky climbed atop Brad’s lap causing both of their swollen stomachs to slosh with food and alcohol. 

Brad slid his hands up to Ricky’s butt and patted both cheeks through his jeans. He undid the hustler’s very tight pants button and Ricky peeled them off then jumped back atop Brad’s lap. Brad could now get two meaty handfuls of Ricky’s fuzzy bubble butt. He jiggled them in each hand which caused his belly to audibly churn with food. Both of their cock’s began to stiffen as they caressed each other’s bloated bodies. Ricky disrobed Brad and they continued to lazily makeout. Although each man wanted to have penetrative sex, they were too full to manage such a feat. Instead, they laid side by side, kissing and jerking each other off. They eventually orgasmed in unison and promptly drifted to sleep in each other’s arms.