The Houseboy: Chapter 6

Empty pizza boxes and beer cans littered the floor of the living room, illuminated by the soft glow of the television and the ambient city lights from the window. Darius was reclined on the sofa, completely nude, with his legs spread wide and his cock erect. It was a warm evening and all the stuffing left us perspiring. On my knees, I began to lick and suck his manhood. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back with a contented sigh. 

There had been drama at work the past few weeks for him, resulting in late nights and an abandoned gym routine. This, coupled with stress eating, meant a good bit of his muscle had turned to gooey fat and I certainly wasn’t complaining. Most noticeably, his chest had begun to soften up. Once hardened pecks now had a slight droop that jiggled with quick movements. 

In addition his belly became further distended and sagged below his waistline, causing sharp new stretch marks to come into relief around his belly button. I relished being able to push back his belly fat with both hands while I gave him head. I was still hovering around 200, but wasn’t upset by the lack of progress, especially because I had the joy of watching Darius expand. 

After several minutes sucking his delicious cock I took a step back for a sip of water while my hands kept going. At that moment I motioned for Ivan to come out of hiding in the kitchen. He tiptoed over to the couch, making sure Darius did not hear him. Slowly, Ivan lowered his mouth onto the head of Darius’ dick. Unbeknownst to Darius I let Ivan take over for a few minutes before sliding my hands up the man’s stomach and caressing the indentations of his fresh stretch marks.

“Fuuuuuuccckkk,” he moaned. “How are you doing tha-” 

I watched as his eyes lazily opened and he looked downward. The realization there were two people in the room spread across his face as he struggled against his weight to sit forward and observe who was pleasuring his cock. 

“What the… How?”

I grabbed a nearby slice of pizza and shoved it in his mouth to shush him. 

The next morning we all awoke glued to one another in bed and had another frisky round of fucking before getting breakfast. Darius decided on a nearby diner, the only problem was that Ivan’s shirt was drenched in cum and his size was somewhere in between Darius and myself. He ended up settling for a tank top of mine that was obviously too small. The young blonde’s swollen chest threatened to pop out from behind the tank but never did. It was all I could do to keep from tickling it. 

Once we arrived, Darius ordered an expansive breakfast with all the classic fixings for his two chubby boys. Boy did we dig in to the greasy spread. I was starving and downed my pancakes in between bites of Darius’ french toast. I began to notice that everytime I stole a bite, Ivan would as well. It was as though he was keeping pace with me. As this realization dawned on me I began to quicken my pace, noticing that Ivan followed suit. This subtle competition continued and when I requested another order of grits and Ivan ordered more french toast. By the time the table was cleared Ivan and I were in noticeable pain much to Darius’ delight. 

All three of us had our pants unbuttoned, but Darius’ fat pushed his zipper further open. My T-shirt was glued to me like a second skin as I was quickly becoming sweaty from overeating, which has happening too often as of late. I wondered if I would even be able to peel it off without it ripping. Ivan reached over and rubbed my gut in a circular motion comfortingly. He didn’t need to say anything for me to know that he was poking fun at how weak my appetite was in comparison to his. In protest, I guzzled what was left of the orange juice in front of me. Ivan leaned back with his hands behind his head as though he had silently won, his nipples finally exposing themselves.  

“I like this dynamic going on here,” Darius said. 

Ivan slapped a hand on my thigh and gave it a hearty squeeze, “I think Dylan here is a good influence on me.” 

My cock twitched as I looked down to see Ivan’s puffy belly spilling out of my tank top and I had to agree: “There is a chemistry…”

“What do you boys say we set a date for later in the week? Dinner and drinks. Let’s see where this goes.”

Ivan and I nodded in agreement.