Growing Up - Chapter II

Ok boys, since you liked chapter 1 so much, here is the next installment in my little autobiographical tale... Although the setting was a little different, this bit actually did happen pretty close to the way I retell it... Write what you know, right? Hope it makes you guys hungry, the next installment should come soon...

Read the second chapter of Growing Up after the jump.

Growing Up

By Get A. Snack

Chapter II

Slowly but surely we settled into our new lives. Boxes somehow got unpacked, the apartment somehow started to look like a home. My job was intense, and weeks became a blur, while weekends became a pattern. I would be totally burned out, and when I wasn't called into work, I would want to do nothing but sleep all day. Evan would get up as I slept and bring back a bag of indulgences from i Dolci and I wouldn't have to cook. With me being up long before he had to for his obligations, Evan went to the bakery almost every day for breakfast and sometimes lunch too.

Evan's reliance on the local bakery began to show on his already slightly softened rower's build. All of his clothes started to tighten ever so subtly. Even though he didn't say anything, I noticed a sharp division appear in his closet. On one side, the clothes he'd wear around the house, but were a little too tight to wear out in public, and on the other, the clothes that he felt comfortable wearing out. I personally preferred the clothes that were a bit too tight for modesty.

Despite the long hours of my job, it was somehow all worth it when I finally got home and saw my boyfriend. Inevitably, he would be passed out on the couch with a book, having fallen asleep while waiting up for me. Reclining, his tight tee shirt would have ridden up a few inches, revealing his burgeoning belly rolling over the tight waistband of his favorite sweats. Some nights it was he was lying shirtless with the top button of his jeans undone, or occasionally in nothing but his clean, white briefs. Whatever the clothing combination, I was enraptured.

One morning, after I had finished up a long, unpleasant project, I finally got to sleep in. It was summer, and by the time I woke up, the hazy sunlight was already pushing its way through the curtains. Evan stood facing the mirror. His favorite kaki cargo shorts were loosely hanging on his beautifully plumped ass. Feeling my eyes on him, he turned around and smiled at me. His shorts were undone. From the looks of it, a few inches of Evan’s belly stood between the button and the button hold, making the idea of closing the shorts simply an impossibility.

“Whatchya doin baby?” I asked innocently as he turned back to the mirror.

“I’m getting fat. I can’t even button these shorts. These were loose on me last summer, don’t you remember?”

“I think you look wonderful.” I said honestly. “C’mere, get back into bed.”

Evan walked slowly and seductively over from the mirror to the bed, smoothly forcing the shorts down over his thickened thighs as he walked. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. As he walked closer, I could see his dick bobbing between his legs, a little thicker and fuller with each step.

“You don’t seem all that concerned about your weight” I chuckled as I playfully tugged at his cock. “And you shouldn’t be. I’d love you if whether you weighed ten pounds or a thousand. You’re just irresistible.” Despite my penchant for the growing man, I surprised myself with how much I actually meant what I said. Love does funny things to you.

I quickly ran my fingers up his sides, grabbed at his small love handles, and pulled him down into the bed. He started to tickle me, and I of course, fought back, luxuriating in the unbridled opportunity to grab at his plush, newly formed fat.

We kissed. We rolled around on the bed and clung to each other like if we let go the world would end. I swear that morning I touched or kissed every inch of his body. I knew that if I wanted to keep my boyfriend growing, it was imperative I made him feel just as sexy as I thought he was. I lavished him with attention, starting at the top and working my way down. I kissed his neck. I ever so lightly ran my tongue over the edge of his ear. I kissed down his chest, stopping at his nipples, while simultaneously running the tips of my fingers up and down his sides. When I did that he shivered and moaned a little. I kissed down his belly, paying extra attention to the soft underbelly that had just started to bow out. He had a little happy trail leading down from his belly button, which drove me nuts. I decided I would tease him a little before actually blowing him. I kissed down his meaty thigh and then slowly ran my tongue up the inner part of his leg, stopping just short of his penis. I deeply kissed at the joint of his leg and he began to moan and squirm a little with delight.

As I kissed him, my mind was racing. I really wanted to come clean with him about how hot I thought his little belly was… I had been honest with him about all sorts of other things in my life, it seemed silly that I couldn’t tell him this. I wanted him to know how sexy I thought it was and I didn’t want to feel like I was doing something to him that he didn’t want..

When I decided my teasing was done, just before I was about to take his cock in my mouth, I looked up at his face. One of my hands was on his thigh, and the other was cupping the place on his stomach where his belly starts to become his love handle. Our eyes met.

“I really, really think you’re beautiful.”

My voice was full of earnestness and the tone was more urgent and intense than I had intended. Evan gave me a strange look and I blushed. I quickly broke our eye contact and began to suck on his cock. The blowjob was as much to distract him from my near admission as to pleasure him. After a while he came, and then got me off, but I was too distracted and anxious to enjoy it.