Talk to me!

So, as I was playing around today, I figured out how to place a Meebo widget on here. You an see it in the sidebar, under the links. If I'm online, you can easily reach me there. I think it's pretty neat. IM me! Say hi! Meebo is a remote IM service that lets you use multiple accounts all over a sleek web interface. It's super useful for accessing your accounts when you're not on your own comp (my laptop exploded, so, this has become invaluable to me).

Also, although I have not been able to find any pictures to support this, I saw the movie Dan in Real Life recently, and I figured I would let you guys know that Norbert Leo Butz, a well known Broadway actor, plays the main character's brother, and man, he's gotten very chubby. Not super fat, but, he's def. at that sorta cute, cuddly, handsome young Dad who eats too many cookies stage. Plus, the movie is decent.

Last but not least, I added a youtube widget to the blog so you guys can quickly see what vids I've recently favorited on youtube.

Gotta love how all of this web 2.0 social networking stuff makes expanding your spankbank easier, right?

Nothing after the jump. Go eat something :P

Ryan Gosling -Closet gainer?

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After

I thought that you guys would all appreciate this. Apparently actor Ryan Gosling took it on himself to put on weight for a role he had for an upcoming movie, The Lovely Bones, but ended up getting too fat for the role! This reads like gainer fiction. Handsome, young heartrhob moviestar has to chunk up for a role but chunks up too much. Drool. One of my friends saw him wandering around Soho this past weekend and said he looked noticably big, like a lumberjack. Very sexy. Although this movie ended up not getting made with Mr.Gosling in the lead, check out Lars and The Real Girl. Apparently Gosling also gained for that.

Celebrity weight gain for a role is such a great idea for a story. I'd love to see something well written about it. A friend of mine pointed out an interview that George Clooney and Matt Damon gave after working together on Syriana that read like something out of a gainerfic. Damon told the interviewer how in order to help George gain weight for the role, he and Clooney would sit in his room and just gorge on pasta. Apparently Mr. Damon uninentionally put on a good 20-25lbs during the filming. Can you imagine being the roomservice boy in that hotel? Droooool. lol

One more quick update - a new gainer blog I wanted to mention. First, there's another blog to keep an eye on -check out newbie gainer A Growing Wolf. He's new to the gaining scene, but, I think this boy's got potential. Eat up boys, and shoot some encouragment to that skinny little wolf ;)

The blogosphere grows...

Hey boyos,

I know it's been a while, but, hey, my life is complicated. So many guys to feed, so little time. There have been two blogs that have poked up recently that I want to make you guys aware of -Ravenous Haven, a blog run by my friend, and the esteemed author of Feeding Roman (and many other excellent stories), Zmariottax. He's cute, he's smart, and he's growing. Check him out boys.

Secondly, but not less importantly, I wanted to point out A Growing Git. This blog, run by Stupid Git, is really actually excellently done. It's currently the gainer blog to beat in my opinion (although Ravenous Haven may give it a run for it's money). I don't actually know Mr. Git (read: say hi, I love your blog), but, his posts are fun, and, well, it doesn't hurt that he's very easy on the eyes.

Another link I've been meaning to post is to Adam & Andy. Run by James Asal, a cute muscleboy turned cute bellied ex-jock, it's just an adorable comic strip centered on two cute married guys living in my home state of Connecticut. James manages to capture the playfulness, sweetness, and love that I really hope I find some day... It's a great read, and I plan to do a post about the strip in more detail at some later date. But read it. Religiously. I do.

I also thought I'd point out my page on youtube. Although I only have one vid up (and it's a commercial I featured on the blog earlier, it's not of me), I still have a pretty decent collection of favorites and subscriptions. It's not as filtered as the blog (think of it as an archive rather than a refined sampling) but it might help guys out there find some hot stuff on youtube.

Ok, this encourager is beat. Hopefully I'll find the time to keep this blog updated, but, let's be honest, I prolly won't... Eat hard men.

Nothing after the jump.

Zeke

So, here is a quick little thing I wrote. It's not a full on story and there will be no other chapters, but, I think it's got some fun imagery, so, get a snack and check it out.

Read Zeke after the jump.

Zeke

By Get A. Snack

After a long night of parties we had ended up at a bar in the East Village. I really liked going out downtown, but it was always a hassle to get my friends to agree to head down there. Despite the fact that it was a bit of a trek from our uptown apartments, I liked that it was a little edgier than the Disney-fied, midtown bars that we always seemed to end up at… I thought of the bars in midtown as sort of bars on antidepressants. Everything was Ok, the peaks and valleys had been smoothed out –the guys weren’t usually terrible, but they weren’t terribly hot either. In the East Village, the hot guys were hotter, but the not hot guys, well, you get what I’m saying.
As it was now nearly 2 in the morning. I had a comfortable buzz going. Thanks to a whisky sour at my friend Chloe’s birthday party, and a caiparina or two that I had at a roof party that a friend of mine had thrown in one of the more hip and fashionable neighborhoods of Brooklyn, I was feeling good. Not smashed, but relaxed.

“Hey, you’re cute, what’s your name?”

A handsome, dirty-blonde guy was holding out his hand to me. He had really nice features, and was more my type than most of the guys I found out at gay bars. He looked like he was maybe 25 years old, perfect skin, nice, albeit drunk, eyes, and a cute, stocky build. Muscles to spare with a bit of a gut, just like I like ‘em. Except that he was an inch or two shorter than me, he had the look of a guy who had played college football but also never said no to a beer.

“I’m Alex. What’s your name?” I responded, taking his hand and flashing the dirty blonde guy a quick smile.

“I’m Zeke. You’re really hot.” He took a slightly unsteady step closer to me and moved his arm to the small of my back.

“You’re really forward.” I grinned again. “And drunk too I’d wager.”

Zeke grinned sheepishly

“I’m ok.” He insisted “I’ve just been having too much fun with my buddies tonight. But I’m ok, I swear. Having a good night?”

We started through the usual bar small talk questions –what do you do, where do you live, where did you go to school, etc… Turns out that Zeke was old than I thought, just turned 30 rather than 25. He was more shocked that I was 22, less than a year out of college, and giving him the time of day than I was that he was 30. He was a VP at a real estate brokerage firm (which he of course took up after modeling for a while in his early 20s) and lived by himself in a penthouse on the Upper East Side. Although I generally hook up with guys my own age, these were generally very good answers to the bar small talk test.

After a few more minutes of flirting, Zeke suggested we go get something to eat somewhere. We walked around the village, hunting for somewhere that the model jock boy could get some food. We walked under some scaffolding and he grabbed onto one of the cross bars and did a pull-up.

“Look, isn’t that hot?” He said as he grinned down from the bar at me, very boyishly pleased with himself. “Can you do that? Do you lift weights?”

While I was most assuredly not at muscled as Zeke, I was decently muscled for my frame, and jumped up and did a pull-up with little struggle.

“That’s hot. I really like a guy who works out. I like working out. You should’ve seen me when I was in high school, I was so scrawny.” He absentmindedly rubbed his thick biceps as he spoke.

“I’m just fucking starving. I haven’t had carbs in a week, I’m really trying to lose this.” He rubbed his cute little football and beer belly. “Salads never fill me up. That’s all I’ve been eating. We should find a diner or something around here… Or we could go uptown, I know a good diner by my place.”

Although it usually takes much more than a cute guy, three drinks and a few nice compliments to get me to go home with someone, I figured grabbing a quick bite with a somewhat swollen ex-jock wouldn’t be so bad, and if worst came to worst, my place was just a quick taxi across the park.

When we got to the diner, Zeke poured over the menu with gusto. “I love diners. You can get whatever you want. They have everything. This place is good, you won’t go wrong here, I always end up here when I get drunk.”

After little deliberation, Zeke settled on an order of onion soup to start, and a deluxe bacon cheeseburger platter, with a double order of onion rings instead of fries. I decided to order some matzoth ball soup. I wasn’t that hungry, but I knew Zeke would feel self conscious eating alone, and that the water in the soup would be a small step in the process of re-hydrating myself and avoiding a hangover in the morning.

“The whole no carb thing is so hard, but man, it works if you can keep to it. I don’t know how I got so fat. I really need to lose this gut.”

“I think you look fine. You worry too much.” I smirked at him.

He smiled at me and leaned in across the table.

“You wanna hear a secret?”

“Sure.” I replied, leaning closer.

“You see these?” He grabbed one of the individual jam servings that was sitting next to the butter packets on the diner table. “Sometimes I just want carbs so bad, like now, I just eat these plain.”

To demonstrate his point, with practiced precision, he quickly opened the packet and scooped it’s contents out with his fork, and devoured it.

“Mmmmm…. Sugar.” He half moaned.

He repeated this process half a dozen times before our soups arrived. Although some part of me was a little grossed out because I personally would never touch individual jam packets that had been sitting in a diner for only God knows how long, another part of me was a little turned on by the sort of vulnerable desperation that this handsome, beefy ex-model-musclejock was showing with his need for carbs.

Zeke attacked his meal like he had never before seen food. I paced myself in eating my soup so as to not highlight to him how much he was consuming. He devoured his French onion in no time at all, scraping the burnt cheese from the crock with his spoon. He tore into his enormous burger like an animal. I made an effort to talk more so as to distract him from how much time he was spending chewing.

Finally, when every bite of burger, every crumb of onion ring and every speck of coleslaw had been devoured, Zeke leaned back in his chair and put is hands on his belly.

“Oof. I am full. That was good. I can’t believe I ate all those carbs… Oof I am full. I gotta lie down.”

We paid the bill and quickly left the restaurant. We passed more scaffolding, and Zeke tried his pull up trick, but came just shy of pulling himself all the way up.

“Gut’s too full.” He mumbled sheepishly, “But you saw I could do it before… You know I’m in shape.”

I smiled deviously and nodded.

“You’re hot.” I grinned and wrapped my arms around his waist.

He leaned and in kissed me. It was sweet and passionate and lusty all at the same time. He took my hand and tugged me on after him.

His apartment was impressive. On the 23rd floor of a doorman 5th Avenue building, the grand apartment was impeccably clean except for a few empty chip bags sitting on the table in front of his massive flatscreen.

“I need to get the maid in here, I never clean up after myself. It’s terrible.”

I walked up behind him and put my arms around his full midsection.

“Looks fine to me.” I grinned and squeezed him a little.

“Careful buddy, I got a full tank.” He smiled. “I’m thirsty. You want something?”

I said a glass of water should be fine and he returned from the kitchen in a matter of moments with my glass of water, his glass of milk (whole from how thick it looked), and no shirt. His belly, despite his valiant effort to suck in, was rolling a little over the top of his strained jeans. From the looks of his wardrobe, the belly was either a new addition to his otherwise muscular body, or something that he was quite committed to denying.

“You look like you wanna relax.”

I walked up to him and kissed him hard on the mouth. Before he could put the two glasses down, I pulled his head to mine with one hand, and with the other, undid the poor, tortured top button of his jeans. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around me and kissed back, trying not to spill the milk or water.

“I think we should go into the bedroom.”

Not to gloss over the sex, which was pretty amazing, but, hey, a boys gotta keep something to himself. Anyway, what stuck with me from the night was the after sex moments. We laid in bed, spooning, him as the little spoon, me as the bigger spoon. I wrapped my arm around him, and rested my hand on his belly. As he drifted off to sleep, he finally relaxed his stomach muscles and let his gut out. It felt like it was just growing right there, under my hand. As he slept, I rubbed it a little and he moaned a little in pleasure.

“That feels good.” He mumbled, half drunk and half asleep.

I slept like a baby.

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?"

Work Out

So, as I was on the elliptical, five miles in and bored out of my mind, I started watching Bravo's Work Out on my iPod. I was pleasantly surprised when one of the issues that they tackled in the second season's premier episode was how one of the trainers, the super cute gay trainer to be specific, got fat. Now, getting fat is relative -the trainer, Jesse, qualified that he wasn't fat, he was at worst "gay fat." This is totally true. But it was still hot to see him running around and working out shirtless with his little baby belly. He's not only a trainer, but also a trained chef. haha HOT. I wager that baby belly is here to stay.



He's so sucking in. Download the episode on iTunes. Nothing after the jump.

Growing Up - Chapter V

So boys, here we go -the great deviation... I'm pretty anxious about this chapter, being it's my first foray out of the realm of my personal experience with the ex-boyfriend I've been writing about... What actually happened is a somewhat less romantic and stimulating story, so, I offer you a vision of what might have been. There's more love, more food, and, most importantly, more boyfriend (although the real boyfriend that Evan was based on did continue to expand for as long as we dated... Devious little me, always the encourager). I am sure you guys will enjoy this little view into a sweeter alternate reality.

If anyone had any comments, I'd particularly appreciate them. And thanks to everyone for all the positive feedback I've gotten already.

Read the next chapter of Growing Up after the jump.

Growing Up

By Get A. Snack

Chapter V

Just as quickly as Evan had started on his belly-shrinking fitness kick, he appeared to have ended it. Every high-calorie food that had disappeared from the kitchen was back in full force. Desserts, main courses, foods that after years of dating I had never even known that Evan had liked. The freezer was stocked with a variety of ice cream, the fridge with everything from home-made lasagna to cake. No low-carb, splenda filled anything. With food like this everywhere, I was going to have to start keeping an eye on what I ate if I didn’t want to put on weight.

Evan’s self-consciousness about his weight seemed to just evaporate. He started wearing the clothes that he had deemed himself too fat for again, sometimes even leaving a little crescent of belly hanging out of the bottom. I’d come home and find him passed out on the couch, waiting for me, with an impressive amount of empty food containers littering the table almost every night. I couldn’t tell if he was actually putting on weight or his belly was just kept constantly full by his newfound willingness to indulge, but whether he had gained or not, I knew if he kept eating like this, growth would be inevitable.

“I love croissants” Evan mused as he chewed a flaky croissant that he had been dipping in Nutella. Evan and I were having breakfast in bed. When I say breakfast in bed, I mean, a real, full breakfast: eggs, bacon, sausage, toast slathered in butter, and a host of baked indulgences from i Dolci.

“Well, I love you.” I smiled at him. Evan leaned in so I could kiss him, and I couldn’t help but notice some powdered sugar from an previously consumed doughnut clinging to his stubble. I brushed the sugar off his face, pulled him in close, and kissed him. He tasted like chocolate and hazelnut. Instantly I was hard.

“Well, well, well…” Evan smirked, noting my erection tenting the sheets over my legs. “Look what we have here… He seems to be waking up at the strangest times lately”

Evan grabbed my hardon firmly, took another bite of croissant, and looked me firmly in the eyes.

“Mark, you know I love you. A lot. All of you. Just the way you are. You know that right?”

There was a sweetness and a strange vulnerability in Evan’s eyes that reminded me of the first time I had ever said “I love you” to him. It was the same look that had first pushed me out of my comfort zone to admit that I really cared about him. It was the look that made me sure that he really did care about me for exactly what I was. And as he looked at me I could feel myself being pushed out of my comfort zone once again.

“Look Ev, I gotta fess up about something. There’s stuff about me that I’ve never told you about… Never really told anyone about actually, but, I wanna tell you, I’ve just been scared to, which is dumb but, well, here I am, telling you. I guess the easiest way to say it is…”

I paused as I searched for the right words. Evan smirked at me again.

“You don’t honestly think I don’t already know about you and, your, uh, quirks shall we say, do you?” he asked with a playful incredulity.

“Uh… You know that I like.. um..” I was too embarrassed to form the words.

“Me a little beefier? Or a lot beefier as the case may end up being?” he offered sweetly.

Evan smiled at me and patted his stomach.

“You don’t think this has gotten as far as it has totally by accident, have you? Look at me! I was an athlete not so long ago.”

“But I, uh,” I chuckled “I thought I was pretty good about covering my tracks.. How did you figure me out?”

“You’re not half as slick as you imagine yourself to be babe. It took me a little while, but, you left some pretty obvious clues. I first knew something was up when we moved in here and I started to put on a few. I thought I had you completely figured out. I noticed that you noticed, the change in me as I relaxed about what I ate.. I noticed you staring, grabbing at me differently when we had sex, little things, nothing too big. I thought, ironically, you were bothered by the weight I had gained. Hence my misguided weight-loss kick. I wanted to make sure you stayed attracted to me.”

Evan smiled at me and dusted some croissant out of his stubble.

“So how did you find me out?”
I chuckled nervously. He was talking about it all so matter-of-factly, this huge secret I had kept from everyone. I was shaking a little, like I was cold. I tend to do that when I’m being really intimate with someone about stuff that makes me nervous.

“Aw, babe, you’re shaking, c’mere”

Evan put his empty plate on the night table, wrapped his arms around me, and laid us both down on the bed.

“Baby, it’s okay. It’s really okay. You’re not as much of a weirdo as you think.”

“Yes I am”

“No you’re not”

“How’d you find out? I really am curious”

“Remember the other day, when I came home from my run and found you jerking off?”

My eyes went wide as I realized what I had done. I left files open on the laptop. I closed it but I didn’t log out. The incredible, obsessive me had been so consumed with not being late to that stupid meeting. All the years of sneaking around, of hiding this part of myself, undone by one thoughtless, rushed action.

“I left stuff open. On the laptop. Wow. I’m not slick at all…”

“What do you expect baby? We share the same computer. Once I saw those sites, a whole bunch of other smaller clues made sense to me. The little stuff I had mistaken for judgment was actually just interest.”

“You’re not freaked out?”

“I was a little confused at first. I mean, all this stuff is pretty far outside the conventional conception of what gay guys find sexy. But I poked around on the internet, and through that folder you left open. I can understand the appeal I think. A big, masculine guy, doing what feels good, being relaxed in his own body. I mean, I’ll always lift and keep healthy, but, I can definitely see what’s sexy about a guy who knows how to, indulge I guess. And I can totally see the appeal of turning you on. Since I stopped trying to diet, you’ve been hard almost constantly.”

I blushed and looked away. Evan took my hands and put them on his stomach.

“You approve?” he asked me in a vulnerable and earnest tone.

“Do I ever babe. Do I ever.”

“Well thank God. All of this eating by myself was getting kind of monotonous. Now maybe you won’t feel so self conscious about, oh, what do they call it… Encouraging me?”

Growing Up - Chapter IV

The story continues... The plot (and the boyfriend) continues to thicken. We're starting to diverge a bit from my actual experience, but, nothing too far from autobiography yet. Sit back, get something to snack on, and read the next chapter of Growing Up after the jump.

Growing Up

By Get A. Snack

Chapter IV

For the next week or so, I noticed something was up. Evan didn’t say anything about it, but all manner of gym equipment began to appear around the apartment, just as sure as all manor of junk food disappeared from our cupboards. Although I was disappointed about Evan trying to shrink his belly on one hand, I both wanted him to be happy about his appearance and was sort of relieved that I wasn’t going to have to risk revealing my true feelings about his little belly.

As Evan continued his diet kick, I continued to work as hard as ever at my job. One day, I returned home from work for a little while to change in the middle of the day to change for a more casual meeting with clients. My associate had been riding me hard all morning and Evan was out for a run, so I decided to take a few minutes to relieve a little stress. I sat down at the laptop we shared and began to click through the secret path of folders in which I had hidden my saved gainer stuff. As if it new what was about to come next, my dick began to get a littler harder with each successive click moving me one step closer to whacking off. I undid my belt, unbuttoned my suit pants, and slid them and my briefs down my thighs. As my dick hit against my stomach, I opened one of my favorite sets of pictures. Nothing quite like staring at the hundred plus pound gain of a sandy haired collegiate hunk to really get me going. I set up a slideshow of the progress pics, laid back, and started to enjoy myself.

As the former jockboy started to expand before me, no detail escaped my view. The first signs were subtle, a slight thickening, a sleekness appearing as a new layer of fat began to form over the man’s well developed muscles. Then the belly began to round out, slowly but surely bulging out over his belt. When he reached 200, there were photos of him packed into sinfully tight jeans that highlighted a most perfectly plumping ass and the start of a pair of glorious love handles. Chugging a gainer shake at 215, a softness appeared in his once angular face –his face held on tightly to his good looks, but the softness, the hint of a double chin make the growing jock gainer look positively hungry. Swigging a beer around 230, the guy’s gut had become so prominent that jeans button looked like it might blow at any second. The next shot at just above 240 was my favorite. Stuffing his faced and still crammed into the same jeans that looked like they were on the verge of exploding at 230, the formerly toned jock bad transformed his entire physicality. His muscular chest had softened, his pecs just starting to rest on his rounded belly. His love handles had burgeoned into something you could really hold onto, and his legs were stressing the seams of his poor jeans. I closed my eyes and started to imagine him getting bigger and bigger… Ripping out of the jeans, stretching the elastic tight on his tighty whities… Just getting bigger and fatter and thicker and…

Click

It was the unmistakable sound of Evan’s key in the lock to our front door.

“Shit” I thought to myself. I slammed the laptop shut and stood up quickly. Forgetting that my pants were around my thighs, I stumbled and fell on the couch as Evan walked into the room.

“My my.. Isn’t this a nice surprise. Nothing like finding your boyfriend all revved up and ready to go after a nice, long run”

I smiled at him and nestled myself into to couch.

“I’ve got to get back to work, I just came home because I had to change into something more casual for an out of office meeting with some big clients. I can’t stay long… I was just, uh, stressed.. My boss has been being a jerk and I just have been having the worst day and-“

He put his finger to my lips and sank to his knees. Before I could protest that I had no time for this he took my dick into his mouth and went to work de-stressing me. All of my thoughts faded away as I watched his head bob up and down on my cock. It felt so good I just laid back and let Evan finish what I had started at the computer.

My mind flooded with images of Evan growing. Belly pulling his t-shirt taught. His plumping ass bursting out of his gym shorts. Surveying his gut in the mirror. Trying to suck it in to fit into his old tuxedo. Splitting the ass on last summer’s gym shorts. That excruciatingly hot line where his belly hits his leg. I started to imagine the guy blowing up in the pictures on the computer, but putting Evan in his place. The images flooded in my mind, faster and faster, Evan getting bigger and bigger and bigger until I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. All the muscles in my body tensed, and I put my hand on the back on Evan’s head.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna, I’m gonnaaaauuuh”

I collapsed back onto the couch and laid there for a moment, lost in the bliss of the orgasm.

The moment the post orgasmic endorphins had begun to abate, my eyes fell on the clock.

“Fuck, I’m late. Fuck, fuck fuck, my associate is going to murder me. Fuck”

I quickly stripped out of my suit and grabbed the first polo and shorts I could find in my closet. I slipped on a belt and a pair of boat shoes, kissed Evan, and ran out the door.

Feeding Roman - Chapter I

And now for something completely different...

I thought we would take a break from my story and post something from a much more talented writer. I am honored to be debuting the first of (hopefully) many chapters of zmariottax's fantastic new story, Feeding Roman. It's a bit different from the usual fare you find here, a mixing in a bit of the supernatural (think The Traveler from GainerWeb) but it's fantastic.

Usually these types of stories that involve some sort of other worldly force read something along the lines of "and then there was a genie and he made him fat and then he was like, huge. The End." That's why usually I stay away from those types of stories. This finely crafted tale is anything but rushed.


Read the whole thing after the jump.

Feeding Roman

Chapter I

by zmariottax

There he was again, Devan's RA at the dormitory that year, strolling lazily down the hall. It was the night of the third day of classes and everyone had pretty much begun to settle into what would become their routines for the next few months.

As for his RA, he seemed like a decent guy. He was friendly and had a good sense of humor. He seemed a tad jaded in his views of humanity, but not enough to be irritating. It lent to his personality the perfect amount of humorous sarcasm and wit. Devan could tell he was smart, but probably not extremely so in the book sense. From the little chances he had to converse with him, he seemed to be very cunning and witty. He also had the room across the hall, and Devan had been dreading coming back to school that semester to find the RA would be some tight ass who hated loud music and any form of social interaction.
Luckily, he got Roman. He wasn't a bad looking guy either. He had light brown hair that was borderline dusty blonde, medium-length that fell just below his ears, similar to the style that Devan had. His was full and slightly tussled at all times however, while Devan's dark brown hair usually needed only a quick comb through to tell it how to act. Roman was pretty tall, several inches above six feet, but not dauntingly so. He had this relaxed, lazy smile on him almost any time you'd catch him in the hall; handsome, in an indie band member sort of way. You could tell his wardrobe consisted of cargo pants and hoodies, and maybe the occasional military-style jacket.
Luckily that night he was in simple sleep pants and a t-shirt. It was close to midnight on Wednesday night though, so most students were indeed getting ready for bed. He had the frame of a guy who wasn't too thin growing up, but wasn't exactly a muscle stud. As his tight t-shirt conveyed however, he had gained a bit of a belly since coming to college. He stopped in front of Devan while he was leaning against his doorframe idly, giving him a smile before managing to open his own door. The faint smell of marijuana lingered in the air, and the brown-haired guy realized that was most likely the reason for Roman's small gut. What better place to satisfy the munchies than at college, with so much fattening food around you and no parents to facilitate your eating habits.

His eyes lingered on the sight of his tantalizing rear in those thin sleep pants. The weight definitely suited him. Then again, Devan thought additional weight suited almost any guy so his opinion was a bit biased. Still, as he slowly closed his own door, a pleased grin crossed his face. Roman's habits would undoubtedly lead to him continuing to gain weight this semester, even if Devan had to lend a helping hand.

"Hey Devan," the Hispanic guy lying on one of the bed tossed out as Devan sauntered into the room. "Did you want to work out with me tomorrow?" Devan groaned at the mention of working out so early in the semester.

Devan was a beefy guy in his own right. And though he did work out, albeit infrequently, much of his frame was natural muscle. He had strong biceps, each adorned with a tribal band tattoo, that connected to a powerful upper chest and pecs that were only slightly less-muscled than they were back in his high school years. Devan had not escaped his Freshman year unscathed, and he had managed to gain twenty-five extra pounds, of which most sat pleasantly around his middle, without even trying. Though he didn't mind being bigger himself, his true fascination was deep-seeded in watching other guys gain weight.

He had dark brown hair that fell just below his ears, and penetrating brown eyes that had enraptured more than their fair share of people. Devan was a simple guy, mostly preferring t-shirts and jeans that gave a good visual of the frame he was so proud of.

He gave Jared a smile as he sat down on his own bed. "No way, dude. It's way too early to start workin' out! Gotta enjoy this down time before the semester picks up."
Jared snickered a bit and turned the page of the book he was reading. "Just be careful you don't start taking after our RA."
Devan cocked a curious brow. "What? Roman?"

"Yeah, the guy across the hall."

"Yeah, yeah. I know he's our RA. What about him?"

"Well, last year he was a pretty thin guy. I don't know if you've noticed, but he's filled out quite a bit over the summer," Jared casually divulged. He didn't catch the smile that crossed Devan's face.

"Well, I think he enjoys a little smoking. Smelled some weed as he passed just now," Devan added. Jared nodded as he again turned a page in his book.

"Well," the Latino chimed in again, "case and point. Unless you want to be the guy with the gut, 'cause I've seen the way you eat, man, you'd best start heading to the gym on a regular basis."

"Yeah, yeah," Devan responded nonchalantly. He was still too caught up in his thoughts of Roman; how his summer must've went, how the semester was going to go, anything he himself could possibly do to speed up the growth process.

A stray idea crossed his mind suddenly.

His sister Janine dabbled more than a little in the occult arts. And while she had proved on more than one occasion that the occult was more than just make-believe Halloween games, he had never really been all that interested in it. It was a long shot, that she would be able to lead him to anything useful, but small odds were never enough to deter Devan from something that he wanted.

'I'll call her tomorrow after classes,' he thought to himself. 'See what she can do for me.'

Classes on Thursday had come and gone, and Janine had told her brother that she happened to know of someone who lived only a few minute-drive outside of the college. It was a chilly September day, and Devan didn't have a car, but the task of walking nearly half an hour didn't even phase him. Soon enough, he was walking down the deserted halls of a warehouse that had been converted into a sort of low-class shopping mall. Mostly, the only business owners were student-run music stores and struggling artists, and the entire place was very poorly lit. It had a very moody, slightly eerie atmosphere.
Devan had spent nearly twenty minutes meandering the halls until he finally found the store he was searching for. It was the only one of the rooms in that particular alleyway that was actually being used. He rapped on the door twice before taking a deep breath and opening it. He had to step through a cascading wall of beads to truly enter the store, equally as dimly lit as the mall itself. It was crowded with aisles and items, trinkets and relics, and it was hard for him to walk as his broad shoulders grazed and knocked objects aside while he headed down the center aisle, hoping to find a store owner. Sure enough, a beautiful woman stepped out from a side room.

"Ah, an eager patron I assume?" the dark-haired woman asked with a curious smile. She wore a sort of silk gown, with all sorts of mixed colors. It had a silver satin belt wrapped around the waist and possessed a very oriental flair. The woman placed her hand on Devan's shoulder. "My name is Miss Partika. How can I assist you?"

Devan had to swallow hard for a moment while he contemplated how to word his desires. "I… um… need…"
The woman could tell Devan was nervous, and she rubbed the side of his bicep soothingly for a moment. "Nothing is too strange my dear. Our world is filled with all kinds of things. 'Normal' is merely a common opinion, and not one I'm often too fond of. I value the unique."

"Well, I have… this… friend. He's interested in… putting on some weight… for… football, since the season's starting and all. But he needs to do it quickly, and my sister told me that you might be able to help him out."
"I understand completely," Miss Partika answered with a warm grin. Devan got a slight chill, and he had the feeling that somehow, she saw right through his lie. Either way, if she was willing to help him, he didn't care. The woman headed off into the back room, beckoning for him to follow. "All of that is merely show," she admitted. "Love potions and gemstones for the occasional tart that wanders in here. But the truly mystical, that is what I keep back here. Now, your case is a little strange. I'm not sure if there's much to be done for your friend. There's only one thing that pertains to your scenario, now that I think of it, and even that is farfetched."

"So you have something?!" Devan questioned, the fear inside of him instantly replaced by excitement. Miss Partika glided over to the back wall of the crowded room, standing on her toes and struggling to reach the top shelf that held several large bottles filled with some sort of colored gasses.
"My dear, would you mind helping me out. I'm just not tall enough to reach."
Devan sauntered over next to the woman. "The second one from the left," she told him as he reached up and wrapped his fingers around it. He turned and looked at her, as if asking whether or not he was holding the right one as he pulled it down. She nodded. "Yes, the blue one."
Devan glanced down at the large cylindrical bottle in his hands. There was a big cork in the top, and it was filled with a thick, swirling blue mist.
"Ramiathoth…. Or was it Goriathoth? Anyway, I think the name ends in 'thoth.' But it's been there on that shelf for years and years, and my memory just isn't functioning properly right now I guess. But if you're truly desperate, that is the only thing I have. And I'm still apprehensive about parting with it. That mist is very dangerous, young man."

"Dangerous?" Devan echoed, both curious and apprehensive.
"That bottle contains the spirit of a gluttonous demon. Breathing in that mist will instill the spirit's influence upon the victim. I'm not sure what exactly will be the result, but it should lead to an increased appetite. But it is the spirit of a demon, so something much worse could result."
"My sister knows a lot about this sorta stuff. I'm sure she'll be able to help me out if anything bad happens."

"Alright then. Take it. It isn't like I was going to be selling it anytime soon or anything. But… if you find yourself in dire circumstances, do not hesitate to come back here for help."

"Yep," Devan responded, beaming.

"What the Hell was that?!" Roman asked, dropping the empty bottle onto the carpet.

Devan had quickly rushed back to campus and found the object of his affections. He opened the bottle and gave it to Roman, asking him what the mist smelled like as if it was some kind of science project. Roman leaned forward and gave the bottle a sniff, and the mist immediately gathered towards him and drifted into his mouth and nostrils. Within a second, the bottle was empty and Roman stumbled back against the wall, coughing. As he looked up at Devan once the coughing had ceased, Devan saw his eyes flash a strange color for a split second. It was done.
"I told you to smell it, not breath it all in!" Devan joked, as if Roman had just inhaled his homework assignment. "Now how am I going to finish my work tonight?" Roman relaxed a bit at Devan's humorous attitude. He even chuckled a bit.
"Whatever, I guess," light-haired guy said, shrugging it off. "I'm gonna go get something to eat. I haven't eaten all fucking day, man. Catch ya later," he tossed as he grabbed his backpack and headed out of Devan's room.

Devan heard a monstrous belch resound from all the way at the end of the hall, and just knew that it signaled the return of Roman from his first feasting. He shot up from his bed and rushed to the door, halting immediately to not seem overly excited as he slowly drew it open. Poking his head out, a grin crossed his face as he saw Roman sauntering towards him. He immediately felt his member standing at attention at the sight.
His RA had an expression on his face perfectly befitting of a man who was stuffed to the point of extreme pain, of a man with a belly so full all he wanted to do lay down, fall asleep, and not wake up for several days. His large belly jiggled and swayed with each heavy-footed step, hung out over his unbuttoned cargo pants, and had forced the shirt that fit fine half an hour ago to ride up past his navel. The skin on his stomach looked stretched and taut over the enormous amount of food it was struggling to contain.

As he approached his room, Roman noticed Devan poking his head out and waved to him with one hand, placing the other atop his overstuffed gut. Before he could say anything, he had to let out another loud burp.
"Nice sound," Devan complimented as Roman licked his lips following his eructation.
"Man, I ate like a pig," he admitted, the same lazy grin again crossing his face. "I swear I have never eaten as much as I did tonight."
"All-you-can-eat?" Devan questioned curiously, completely enamored with the sight of Roman's gut.
"Nah, the regular cafeteria," Roman answered, lifting his shirt fully and rubbing the expanse of his round belly. "Two fucking pizzas, dude. Even when I have the munchies I'm never that hungry. I don't know what got into me, Dev. But every single slice made my mouth water just as much as the last, and I never felt full. I mean, now I'm feeling it --uuurrpp-- but while I was eating… I was like… in this zone. You know?"

Devan took the opportunity of having Roman so big and bloated in front of him to reach out his hand and place it on the side his round belly. He gave it a gentle pat. "And I thought I had a big appetite. Damn. I'm impressed, dude. It actually worked."

"What… worked?" asked Roman curiously, unaware of the spirit that Devan accidentally referred to. Devan immediately drew back his hand and scratched the back of his head nervously, trying to play it cool.

"Ah… nothing, man. I meant to say how… surprised… I am… that your stomach could actually… hold all of that. Yeah."

Roman shrugged and patted the side of his gut. "I'm gonna have to watch it or my gut is gonna start looking like this normally."

"Yeah… would hate that…" Devan agreed, with a hint of sarcasm that Roman didn't pick up on.
"Well, I'm gonna crash. I'll catch you later," Roman said, pulling his t-shirt back down as much as he could and turning to unlock his door. Devan closed his door, trembling with excitement. He was rock-hard, feeling the horniest he had ever felt in his entire life. He reached down and gave his cock a squeeze through his athletic pants, imagining how the next few weeks would progress.

Two weeks had gone by and Roman's eating habits continued unabated. Each time Devan ran across Roman, he looked round and stuffed and after two weeks, he had gained more than a little weight. When he wasn't completely stuffed, his belly still hung out substantially farther than it did at the start of the semester and each morning, he found it increasingly difficult to button his pants.

During this time, Devan had become better friends with his RA. About a week after the incident with the spirit, Devan was coming home from dinner when he noticed that Roman's door was open. Upon checking inside, he saw him lying on the bed shirtless, his abnormally mountainous gut rising straight into the air. He had his eyes closed, and he was obviously resting off a huge meal.
Devan stepped inside a bit, leaning against Roman's doorframe and admiring the handsome man and his big belly. Roman heard the creaking of the floor and opened one eye, giving the visitor a sideways glance. A smile crossed his face as he saw he was being watched.

"Hey stranger," he tossed groggily. Devan couldn't hold back a smile himself.

"Seems like this is becomin' a habit for you, bucko."
"Yeah, seems like it," Roman agreed, rubbing the circumference of his bare gut. Devan took another step, deeper into the room.

"How you feeling?" the dark-haired guy asked as he approached the bed.

"Like I just ate a whole cow. Or at least enough burgers to seem like it."

"Sounds… painful…" Devan answered softly, towering over the brown-eyed guy who was smiling up at him lazily. As if in response, Roman rumbled out a deep, lengthy burp, patting his stomach triumphantly.
"A bit. But it feels good too… to satisfy that hunger, I mean. That… noise inside of me, those pains… it feels so good just to sit back after a big meal and hear nothin' but quiet."

Devan placed a hand firmly on top of Roman's overstuffed belly, rubbing it in slow circles. With his RA's laid-back attitude and the throbbing erection in his pants, he couldn't stop himself from overstepping his bounds a bit. Roman gave a low laugh, almost like he was being tickled.
"That feels good, dude."
"Belly rub usually does. Best part of a big meal to me."
Roman closed his eyes and let Devan continue rubbing his belly. In a comfortable silence, Devan helped to ease Roman's aching stomach while getting to actually enjoy the touch… the feel… of the gut he had went to such elaborate lengths to help grow.
"Aw man…" Roman stammered in agitation after several enjoyable minutes. He groaned as he opened his eyes and glanced at the digital clock beside him. "I have a night class in fifteen minutes. Damn."
Devan retrieved his hand after giving Roman's middle one last, quick rub. "When will you get out?" he asked curiously.
"Sometime after nine. Sometimes early, sometimes late. To be honest, I'm usually stoned when I go."
Devan chuckled at the admission. "I'm sorry I interrupted your tokin' time."
"Don't be," Roman quickly answered, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "I might've just slept through my class, feeling so full and all. But now I think I feel good enough to go."
"And after two hours of class, you might be hungry enough to swing by the cafeteria before it closes."
"I don't know about that, man."
"At least bring me back something," Devan said with a grin.
"Sure."
"Pick up something for yourself too. If it's a tight squeeze," Devan explained, patting Roman's belly again, "I could give you another belly rub. Growing boy like you could use all the food you can stomach."
"Oh, I'm growing all right. In fact, I think I've already grown plenty."
"Weight adds character. Besides, it looks good on you."
"Ya think?" Roman asked curiously, cradling his big belly with his hands. Devan just nodded, smiling. Though Roman didn't seem to mind his forward actions thus far, he didn't want to overstep his bounds. He eased off a bit on the compliments and the belly rubbing, stepping back a bit to leave and let Roman get ready.

"Have fun in class, big guy."

As the end of October loomed on the horizon, Roman's appetite showed no signs of settling down. He had a fat belly that put many of the beer-swilling frat boys to shame and a larger rump that left little room for further growth in his cargo pants. Despite the rate he was continuing to pile on weight, his constantly ravenous hunger pains kept him from questioning it too much. He usually only had two things on his mind: feeding his belly and trying to pass his classes, which seemed less and less important when compared to the prospect of another meal.

Devan began spending more and more time with Roman. They had even began eating together sometimes, when their schedules left them time to. Devan also persisted in his obvious affections for Roman's appetite, though he held back just enough to not come on too strong.

The growing RA found himself wearing hoodies almost constantly in public, as most of his shirts looked like a joke over his rotund midsection. In fact, Devan was usually the only one to see Roman in less than a hoody, and that was always in the privacy of Roman's room after one of his many meals.

That particular night, Roman was still out and about campus. Devan was standing before the full-length mirror on the door, wearing only form-fitting boxer-briefs. Jared was laying on his bed, watching Devan checking out his body in the mirror. Devan hadn't changed much since the start of the semester. He still had powerful arms and strong, thick thighs, and a bulging package. His pecs, though once firm and muscular, had softened up a bit, but that had been a result of the weight he gained Freshman year. Also a result of Freshman year was the small roll of pudge that stuck out over his boxer-briefs. Though he had never actually had a six-pack, he was definitely looking more well-fed than in recent years.
He flexed his arms and took a traditional bodybuilder stance, knowing it would make Jared laugh. Sure enough, he heard the Latino chuckling behind him.
"You could use some shaping up," Jared teased, "but for the paltry amount of times you've actually gone to the gym, the damage isn't half bad." Devan turned and sucked in his stomach for Jared. Again Jared laughed, grabbing a snack cake off of the table next to his bed and throwing it. It smacked into Devan's upper chest and landed on the floor. Devan let out his stomach, rubbing his small belly lovingly.
"I'm still a stud," he told himself.
"Yeah," Jared snorted. "Now cover up. I'm tired of seeing that ass."
Devan sauntered over to the bed and picked up a pair of sleep pants, pulling them on. "I'm gonna go wash up," he called as he closed the door behind him and headed down the hall.
As he was returning from the bathroom, he heard a door close. Sure enough, he turned around and saw Roman smiling at him.
"I was starting to think you weren't coming back tonight," Devan joked. Roman sauntered slowly down the hall towards him. Devan couldn't hold back a laugh as Roman approached him. His hoody looked slightly ridiculous in that it didn't hide the light-haired guy's girth one bit. It looked as if Roman was smuggling a basketball beneath it, and the fabric was even straining to cover it.
"I know, I know," Roman sighed, unable to help a smile himself. "I really overdid it tonight. I felt so heavy, dude. I couldn't even move. For nearly an hour after I ate, I just sat there in this stupor, rubbing my big ol belly."

"Feeling better?" Devan asked, struggling to keep from getting hard.
"Enough to walk I guess," he admitted as he unlocked his room and the two boys headed inside. "Damn Devan, I really need to stop this. I'm fucking huge," he said, pulling off his hoody. "I even have stretch marks, dude. Stretch marks!" he exclaimed as he lifted his shirt and pointed to his prominent love handles. "I gained like thirty pounds over the summer and I never got stretch marks. I can't stop eating, Dev. I'm always hungry, even when I'm full sometimes! In fact, tonight while I was weighed down by my gut, I still started salivating over the thought of more dessert."
"What are you tippin' the scales at now?" Devan asked, folding his arms over his bare chest and licking his dry lips as he surveyed Roman's chunky midsection.
"Easily over 200, maybe around 220 I'd guess. Fuck man. And Thanksgiving's coming up, dude."
"Afraid of what your parents are gonna say?" Devan asked.
"Fuck them," Roman responded easily, prompting both of them to chuckle. "All that food. Leftovers. I just know I'm going to plant myself at the table with an open mouth all weekend." He slapped the side of his gut for emphasis, grunting in a bit of pain. "Man Devan… you gotta help me ease off," he pleaded, running a hand through his thick brown hair nervously. "You gotta help…" he started, trailing off as Devan grabbed a Twinkie off of the nearby computer desk and unwrapped it. "You have to help me… stop… eating…" he struggled to say as Devan took a step forward, bumping into his overstuffed gut. Devan pressed himself against Roman as he brought the snack cake to his mouth, forcing it inside. Roman simply chewed and swallowed until it was gone, all that remained was Devan's sly grin and his piercing eyes staring into his. He felt Devan's raging hard-on against the underside of his gut.
"Cut this crazy talk," Devan commanded, still grinning devilishly. Roman was breathing heavily as he felt Devan place his hands on his bulging love handles.

"Dude…" Roman stammered softly as Devan pressed himself firmly against his gut and leaned in closer. "What are you…?"
"Shut up," Devan cooed, softly yet with a hint of command in his deep voice. He was but an inch from Roman's tempting lips and closing the gap.
"I'm… not a… faggot…" he whispered as Devan kissed him. Devan pulled back for a moment, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, his upper lip twisting into the start of a grin.
"Me neither," he replied as he leaned forward again and resumed his kiss, tangling his fingers in Roman's thick hair and placing his other hand atop Roman's plump butt. As he finally felt Roman relax a bit and ease into the embrace, he used his foot and kicked the door closed behind him to ensure their privacy.

Growing Up - Chapter III

So, here it is, the third chapter. This one is still actually fairly autobiographical, although the great divergence from my actual experiences and into my fantasies draws ever closer with each chapter. I would have thought I'd have run out of hot experiences, but, I think I was wrong. Read it and you be the judge. Chapter III after the jump.

Growing Up

By Get A. Snack

Chapter III

Evan knew something was up. Try as I might to hide that something was wrong. He knew me too well. There were a few more awkward moments. I couldn’t tell how much was him actually understanding what I was thinking, and how much was my paranoid brain giving to much weight, so to speak, to random things he did.

I was so freaked out. My worst fear was that he would realize that I liked his getting bigger and then he would blame me for the weight he had gained. Although I had an incredible desire to encourage him, I only did subtle things when I could. I made sure that there was candy in the house. I cooked lots of his favorite foods. I never tied him down and shoved food in his mouth (as appealing a mental image as that may have been), but I did what I could to make it easy for him to grow.

I was sitting in bed and working remotely on my laptop one summer Saturday afternoon when Evan appeared in the doorway. He was wearing his workout gear. His old gym shirt, a soft green shirt with a map Martha’s Vineyard printed on it, was stretched tight over his body. It had always been snug over his thick arms and chest, but now it was snug all the way down. It left no curve of his love handle or bulge of his belly to the imagination. His black mesh gym shorts were still loose, as they were made to be unrestricting, but they hugged his slightly bigger ass in a most attractive fashion. As tormented as I felt about not being able to be totally honest with him, the sight of him crammed into his tight gym gear was enough to make me forget for a second.

“I think I’m gonna go for a run” Evan said looking a little concerned.

“Ok… Have fun, I have to get this e-mailed off to my associate.” I replied nonchalantly

“Is everything OK?” He asked putting his hand on my shoulder. He knew me too well for me to be able to keep anything from him too well, but I was just too embarrassed to fess up.

“Everything’s great, I’m just really stressed about this project. We have all of these deadlines, and the associate I got staffed with really knows exactly how much he can totally abuse the analysts.”

Evan looked at me with slightly knowing eyes and tousled my hair.

“Fine, if you say you’re OK.. Just think of the money you’re making though honey, and the vacation we can take with it.” He smiled at me, kissed me on the forehead, and headed out for his run.
Not too much later, Evan returned. He looked so hot. Although, he was getting fatter, the remains of his years rowing served him well. He looked very virile and masculine, his sweat causing the tight green shirt to cling even more closely to his well-fed body. You could see the outline of his bellybutton right through the taught green fabric.

“You look hot baby” I smiled putting my laptop on the nightstand. I stood up and gave him a long, hard kiss, pushing his warm, worked out body up next to mine. He was a little sweaty, but I didn’t care. I kissed his ear and breathlessly whispered “Wanna take a shower together…? I’m all dirty” I quickly undid the tie on my pajama pants and let them drop to my feet. Eagar, he stripped off his green shirt and black mesh shorts and threw them in a heap on the floor and followed me into the shower.

I turned on the shower. The apartment had great water pressure, and the room quickly filled up with warm steam. Evan pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. The tile on the wall felt cold against my back, and in contrast, his warm, sweaty body felt all the more alive against my front. He was really riled up, his hands moving feverishly up and down my body.

“Woah there Tiger.” I smirked. “We’re not even in the shower yet”

Evan smiled back at me and turned and seductively walked into the shower, leaving the curtain open in invitation. I have to admit I bit my lip a little as I watched the water cascade down his thick, ex-rower’s body. His ass looked amazing, perched atop his thickly muscled legs, plumped and full. His love handles were growing nicely, rounding out what had once been a perfectly v-shaped back. His tan skin glistened as the water ran down his body.

“You gonna join me stud?”

Evan grabbed the soap and lathered up the front of his body. He was obviously sucking in his gut, but there was still a bit of roundness he just couldn’t hide. I hopped into the shower behind him and pressed him up against me. The warm water poured over us both as I ran my hands up and down the softened front of his body. I relished the slight forward curve of his slicked up belly as I ran my hand over it. He felt so big and masculine in my arms, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to fuck him.

“Can I, uh…” I smiled and kissed his neck, biting very softly a little.

“Can you what?” He smirked back playfully.

“Can I uh, ya know…” I pressed my hard dick up against his ass to symbolize my intentions.

“I wanna hear you say what you want…”

“Can I fuck you?”

Without another word, he reached his arms back and pulled me flush against him. I put my hands on his hips and slid them back to his love handles. The water and the steam were everywhere. I entered him slowly, paying careful attention to his reactions. We had been together for long enough that I could tell how slow I needed to go not to hurt him. As I moved further in, I slid my hands around to his belly and rested them there lightly. I heard a soft gasp as I started to thrust and felt his belly spill forward into my hands. Feeling his doughy, firm belly in my hands, it took all of my willpower not to cum right then and there.

I kept thrusting, slowly at first, but with increasing intensity, speed, and power. His moans gradually began to build. First came the slight gasps, followed by the blissful whimpers, finally culminating in outright moans. With every breath he took, I felt his belly heaving back and forth, all slick and soaped up in my hands.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” he feverishly whimpered. The thought of him climaxing was just too much, and I lost it too. The two of us stood there convulsing with pleasure in the hot, wet shower. He braced himself against the wall for support, and I clung to his wet, plump body.

After lingering for a moment, we separated and Evan turned to face me. He stood up straight, sucked in his cute little baby belly self consciously, and smiled at me.

“I love you.”

He looked so happy and boyish and beautiful, all tousled and wet in that steamy shower, all I could do was reply,

“I love you too”