The Hungry Hustler: Chapter 1

Brad sent his final email of the day, finished his last sip of coffee, ordered food delivered to his home, used the restroom, packed up his belongings, and then left the office. Every day at 5pm this was his routine. The only thing that varied was where he ordered food from. 

Lately, Brad was beginning to realize he was stuck in a rut. He had just turned 30, he was not advancing at work, and he didn’t have a boyfriend. His life wasn’t bad, but it was boring. Brad greatly desired a boyfriend as he had yet to experience a long term relationship. However, this was easier said than done. He’d occasionally go on a date or hook up with someone from an app, but that was never as satisfying as it sounded in his head. Plus, Brad had a kink for making men fatter and that was something easier done in a relationship.

When he was younger, Brad had a steamy series of encounters with his married neighbor who loved to be stuffed full of food and fattened up just as much as Brad enjoyed making that happen. It was easily the hottest thing Brad had ever experienced, and he didn’t want to settle for anything less. At the very least, if he was going to date a civilian he wanted them to be chubby or open to the prospect of getting chubbier. 

He fantasized about what it would be like to be in a committed gainer relationship as he walked home from the office, taking the same route he did every single day. One block away from his house he heard a sensuous voice behind him. 

“Hey cutie, whatchu up to?”

Brad assumed some girl was getting catcalled and continued walking. 

“Hey,” said the voice, “I’m sorry but you are so attractive.”

Brad turned his head and made eye contact with a beautiful young latino man who smiled at him. 

“Oh, me? Thank you.”

“Yeah, you. My name is Ricky, it’s nice to meet you.”

Brad was taken aback by Ricky’s brazenness. Was a handsome stranger actually hitting on him?

“I’m Brad. How’s your night going?”

“It’s good you know, but it’s cold out here. What’re you up to later?”

“Ah, I’m just heading home from work…” Brad was beginning to get suspicious. 

“You want some company? You’re real cute.”

Then it hit him, this guy was a hustler, “Ohh, I see. No, I’m sorry, I can’t I’m… not on the market.”

“That’s too bad, you seem like someone who’d be nice to be around.”

“Hah, thanks, I gotta go now.”

“Hey wait,” Ricky faltered, “I just, I need some money for food is all. I hate asking.”

Brad stared at the young man. His chiseled features were worn from the elements and he looked truly hungry and dejected. Brad’s heart softened. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this, but he invited Ricky back to his place. 

“Wow, this is real nice,” Ricky said as he walked inside. 

“Thanks, I uh… I have food being delivered that you can have. I’ll have some leftovers.”

At that moment the doorbell rang and Brad accepted the order. He and Ricky sat on bar stools and chatted while Ricky inhaled his food. The sight of the young and skinny Ricky so desperate for food filled Brad with guilt over his own privilege. The two made small talk while they ate and Brad poured some wine. 

As time wore on the two found themselves in a deep conversation, discussing their pasts and life goals. Brad felt endeared to the young hustler and hated the thought of kicking him back out on the streets, so he let him spend the night. Ricky took a long shower while Brad washed his clothes.The accountant was in disbelief that a sex worker was in his house, but it felt like the right thing to do. 

When Ricky emerged from the shower he was completely nude. At first, Brad was taken aback, but when he saw the confidence with which Ricky held himself it all made sense. Brad couldn’t help but check out his body, even though Ricky was far too thin for his taste. The young man had a perfectly flat belly and sinewy arms with a bit of muscle. His dick was of average size and uncut, though his balls were on the larger side. A light smattering of hair crossed his chest and his pubes were surprisingly well kept. 

“You like what you see?” Ricky grinned.

“No offense, but I’m into thicker guys,” Brad laughed. He normally felt uncomfortable admitting this, but he felt at ease around Ricky. 

“Alright alright, you some sorta chubby chaser?”

“Something like that. I guess. Hey, why don’t we head to bed. I have work in the morning.”

They both proceeded to Brad’s bed. With some prodding, Brad stripped nude and the two cuddled up under the sheets. It felt nice to have someone in his bed, even if it was a hustler he barely knew.