Growing Up - Chapter VI

With at least the first, big, emotional hurdle out of the way, I figured I'd try to have a lil fun with the boys. Even though I'm deviating from reality a bit, I'm realizing as I write how much this really is a composite of experiences I've had over the years (haha I write things like that and then wonder why people think I'm older than 22... but I digress). Either way, there's one big difference about this chapter that you guys should be able to easily pick up on if you've been reading. Figured I'd give myself a little challenge in writing this one.

Read the next chapter of Growing Up after the jump.

Growing Up

By Get A. Snack

Chapter VI

“You hungry?” Mark asked excitedly from the dining room.

“Can I come out of here now?” I replied.

Mark had made me stay in the bedroom while he prepared dinner for us both, but mainly for me I guess. For the past several hours, smells and sounds had drifted into the bedroom, distracting me from my writing. Mark appeared in the doorway to our bedroom wearing that shit-eating little boy grin that was a large part of why I had first been attracted to him.

“You better be hungry babe…” He said as he came up behind my chair and tousled my hair. “I’ve outdone myself.”

Mark wasn’t kidding. When I walked into our dining area, the table was positively groaning with beautiful, glorious smelling foods.

“Everything from scratch” Mark chuckled, “Crab, lobster, and vegetable gratin with pasta, breaded chicken cutlets with rosemary in a white wine sauce, scallops pan seared in a ginger-wasabi rub... And then there’s dessert.”

“You don’t expect me to eat all of this, do you?” I asked with a smile.

“Well, I don’t want you to eat anything you don’t want to… And I’m eating too.. But it’d be hot if you gave it the good old college try. The thought of you just, totally stuffed with my cooking is such a turn on.. I’m starting to get hard just thinking about it”

One look down to his jeans confirmed this.

“I’ll try for ya babe. The idea of eating whatever I want and not worrying about putting on a few is really fun… As is the idea of turning you on.”

“You always turn me on.”



Mark grabbed two beautiful mojitos off the counter, each with a little piece of sugar cane as a stirer.

“First, a toast. To there being more to love, of my beautiful boyfriend.”

Mark pulled me close and kissed me hard. His hands rested on my love handles and pressed in ever so slightly. I could feel his dick getting harder through his pants.

I pulled back.

“We better eat before it gets cold, right? Wouldn’t want all of this beautiful food to go to waste… And you can’t keep your boyfriend cooped up in that bedroom and not feed him,” I teased ,“I get hungry babe.”

This just riled Mark more, but I insisted that we sit down and eat. He was like a little excited puppy dog who had just been let out of his cage. His eyes shown with a childlike fascination when I did the slightest things to acknowledge my little belly. And basically every time I made any sort of comment about being hungry, or something not fitting, he was hard as a rock.

Having this kind of power of Mark was pretty hot, I have to admit.

I also have to admit, my boyfriend is one hell of a cook. Everything he made was nothing short of succulent. It’s amazing the taste that comes into food when you’re not worrying about using low-fat this and sugar-free that. Although I came far short of finishing everything, I was quite proud that I put a decent dent in the Herculean spread.

“Oof.. I am stuffed babe. I’m sorry I didn’t finish more of your beautiful dinner.. I’m just, so full”

I dramatically rubbed my stomach from top to bottom groaned a little. Mark stared.

“Aw, babe.. It’s ok. You did great.”

Mark got up from his seat and came over to me. He kissed me deeply and rubbed my swollen belly. I have to admit, fetish or no, it felt good. It distracted me from the pressure. He looked me in the eye, and with a mischevious smirk whispered into my ear:

“I bet you have room for dessert though.”

The sensation of his warm breath and his soft lips dusting against my ear made me shiver. Mark smiled and undid the top button on my pants. The relief was welcome. The jeans I was wearing had been snug before dinner and at this point were begging for mercy.

“I dunno babe. I’m pretty fucking full.”

Mark just smiled that same shit-eating grin of his and disappeared into the kitchen. I heard the clatter of dishes and the sound of him getting silverware out of a drawer. Moments later, he emerged.

“Now, this is the part where I encourage you.”

I took another large gulp of what was now my fourth or sixth mojito. He set down a large crème brulee (it was in a shallow bowl instead of the ramekins that we usually used). It was topped with fresh whipped cream.

“Don’t you think I have a trick or two up my sleeve? I’ve only dreamed about this since I was like… 13?”

He took off his shirt, and stood there in all of his tanned, toned glory. I had no idea how he kept in such shape with the hours he kept with his job. He undid his jeans a few buttons, just enough so I could see an incredibly inviting triangular patch of his briefs. He rubbed his dick through his pants and smirked again.

“Won’t you join me in the bedroom sir?”

“Sir?” I laughed.

“C’mon babe.”

“If I can get up. Man I am full.”

I hoisted myself up and followed him into the bedroom. He laid down on the bed on his side, crème brulee in one hand, and a spoon in the other. I laid down next to him.

“Don’t you just want a taste babe? I made this just for you.”

“I guess I can manage a taste.”

Expectedly, Mark made sure that my taste was a heaping spoonful that was equal parts brulee and whipped cream. The cream tasted like it was laced with some sort of orange liqueur. Just like everything else, the dessert was marvelous.

“Now, I just want you to lay there and let me, uh, reward you for being such a good boyfriend”

Mark kissed me neck very tenderly.

“If you happen to want more of the brulee, well, it’s right here”

He kissed down my front, unbuttoning my shirt as he went. He lingered at my nipples, kissing and nipping at them, creating an expertly blended sensation of pleasure and friction. I moaned. He kissed down my belly very softly, running his hands up and down my sides as he did. My sides were sort of ticklish, so I shuddered a little as his fingertips moved on my skin. I could feel his absolutely rock hard, uncut penis poking into my leg, most with the precum of his excitement.

He moved further down and expertly took my cock in his mouth. I groaned in pleasure.

That night I came four times. Mark came five.




The next morning I woke up, well, it was actually more like the next afternoon. I was hung over and still felt full from the last night’s festivities. Groggily, I slipped on some mesh gym shorts and went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

I caught myself in the mirror and instinctively sucked in my little starter belly. I slowly let my abs relax and my belly bowed out to it’s full size. Although I was far from being fat, I most assuredly had the start of a little belly. I was no where near as big as the pictures of some of the guys in some of Mark’s little gainer folder, but, I for the first time in my life had an actual belly. As I surveyed the new flesh, I couldn’t help but say quietly to myself,

"What have I gotten myself into?"