Can I Buy You A Drink?

Can I Buy You A Drink?

Published by Win226 · 2011-08-05T03:50:37+0000

“Can I buy you a drink?” said the handsome guy standing next to Tony in the crowded bar. He must have been about six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes. Tony had been checking him out across the bar for the past half hour. There was something about his attitude, his confidence, that Tony was captivated by.. The guy had obviously spent a lot of time in the gym. A tight white wife-beater t-shirt clung to his muscled upper chest and abs, showing off his dedication.
“Yeah, sure,” Tony said surprised. Somehow, in the crowded bar, he never saw the guy coming.
“Two beers and two shots of Jack,” the guy shouted to the bar tender. The music beat pulsed loudly in the bar. The place was filled with a loud friendly vibe.
Tony felt anxious. He tried to stay away from hard liquor, especially Jack Daniels, knowing the calories. The bar tender promptly put the drinks on the bar in front of the guys.
“Guess I’ll have to do more stomach crunches tomorrow,” Tony joked to his new friend as he took the shot of whisky in his hand.
“Yeah,” the guy laughed. “My name’s Jason,” he smiled, “salud!”
The two downed their shots. Tony nervously took a couple of gulps of beer. Dang! He thought to himself. This isn’t even light beer!
“Man, I’ve gotta watch out,” he said to Jason, patting his gut. He was wearing a super tight black t shirt and jeans. “I’ve put on like five pounds this summer.”
Tony had classic Italian American looks. Some might call him a Guido, but he thought he had a little more class than that, but then, that’s what all Guidos think. He was twenty three years old and worked out religiously. At five foot ten, he weighed one hundred seventy pounds. He fought the freshman fifteen in college, instead gaining twenty pound of pure muscle though extensive weight training and cardio work. He liked to look good, to have guys check him out. When he went bar hopping he made damn sure he looked his best.
“No way, man, you look hot!” Jason said, ordering them another round of shots.
“I was really good in college, you know,” Tony said. “I gained like, twenty pounds of pure muscle.”
“That’s awesome!” Jason said.
“I usually work out seven days a week to keep cut, but this year…I don’t know, with a full time job, it’s really hard.”
“Yeah, I totally agree,” Jason said handing Tony another shot.
“Thanks, man,” Tony said.
They both downed the shot.
“I was, like, so much more toned at the beginning of the summer and now, check it out,” Tony said pointing to his slightly soft middle.
Jason surprised him by putting his hand on Tony’s gut.
“No way, man!” Jason said. “You’re good! You have the kind of body that would look good with a little bulk.”
Tony found himself turned on by Jason touching his small gut. He felt comforted by the fact that Jason didn’t seem to mind the extra few pounds he was carrying around.
“Check you out,” Tony said putting his hand on Jason’s stomach. “Man, there’s not an ounce of fat! You’re frickin’ amazing, dude.”
“Hey, I’m starving right now. You wanna go get something to eat?” Jason asked.
“Yeah sure,” Tony said.
The two walked down the street to an all you can eat pizza buffet.
“I haven’t been here since college,” Tony laughed.
“Yeah,” Jason said. “I go here once or twice a month to splurge, you know. Sometimes I’ve just gotta say, fuck it and dig in.”
“No way, man!” Tony said. “With those abs, dang, man, you must work out like a mother.”
“Yeah,” Jason said. “I guess I do, but fuck it tonight, man. Let’s dig in!”
The two attacked the buffet, loading up their plates with slices of pizza. Jason ordered them a pitcher of beer which they downed with their first plate-fulls.
The two went for seconds and then thirds, their plates loaded full of fattening, thick, cheesy slices of pizza.
Jason got them another pitcher of beer.
“Shit!” Tony said.
“What’s wrong?” Jason asked.
“I knew I shouldn’t have worn these jeans tonight. Dang, they were tight when I put them on!”
Tony looked down at his gut, it was so full and thick. His jeans were skin tight.
“Check out how friggin’ fat I look!” Tony said to Jason who was having a hard time looking anywhere else.
“I’m sorry dude,” Tony said as loosened his belt and unbuttoned the top button of his lo rise jeans, “that feels a hell of a lot better.”
“Yeah man,” Jason said. “Check out how fat my gut is…”
Jason’s gut strained against his wife-beater. “I gotta do the same.”
Jason let his belt out a couple of notches and unbuttoned the top button of his faded lo rise jeans.
“Fuck, I feel fat,” Tony said. He rubbed his gut. The buzz of the booze had caught up with him.
“I’ll be right back,” Jason said.
A couple of minutes later, Jason brought back a tray loaded with desserts, bowls of ice cream and brownies, cookies and Italian cakes.
“Holy Crap, man!” Tony exclaimed. He was full, but was turned on by the pig out.
“Let’s have a race to see who can eat more!” Jason said.
Tony was a natural competitor and dove into the challenge. He found himself getting turned on by how casual Jason was about pigging put. If this muscle stud doesn’t give a fuck, fuck it, he was gonna eat like a mother. Jason won, by demolishing one more cookie than Jason.
“Jason, man, check out how fat you look!” Tony said. Jason’s tight toned middle was replaced by a hugely swollen hard gut.
Jason looked down at his gut. “Dang it!” he said. He rubbed it and then he rubbed his crotch. Tony was totally turned on.
“I’m horny as hell,” Jason said.
“Me too,” Tony said patting his own overly stuffed gut.
Jason led the two to his apartment. Once inside, Jason said, “I don’t know about you man, but I gotta take these jeans off.” Jason took off his jeans to reveal a very hot pair of Ginch Gonch briefs.
“Yeah,” Tony said, trying to peel his skin tight jeans as well. “I swear, I keep eating like this and I’m gonna get a fat ass!” I’m never gonna be able to stuff it into these jeans again!” he laughed.
“Nice!” Jason remarked as he went to the refrigerator and pulled out a six pack. He brought the brews to the sofa where Tony was sitting. Tony’s black t shirt strained at the extra bulk of his gut which hung out over his black Calvin boxer briefs. Jason popped Tony’s beer and handed it to him, and then sat down next to him on the sofa. Jason’s gut was also huge and pressed against his wife-beater.
“You mean it?” Tony asked.
“That I think you would look even hotter than you do now if you put on a few more pounds?” Jason asked.
“Yeah?” Tony answered, totally turned on.
“Man, you would look so awesome with twenty more pounds on you!”
“Fuck, really?!” Tony asked. “Man, that would put me up to like 190 to 200 pounds.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve been hoping to meet a dude where we could kind of say fuck it, you know, just eat up. Not have to worry about what we eat.” Jason said.
“Yeah man, that would be sweet,” Tony said.
Jason opened a box of chocolates that were sitting on the table.
“I bought these this week, and they’ve just been sitting here. You look hungry.”
Jason started feeding Tony the chocolates one by one rubbing Tony’s swollen gut. Tony grabbed a hold of Jason’s belly, surprised by how stuffed it was.
Their two bellies rubbed together, Tony loved the feeling of how fat and full and manly he felt and how awesome Jason’s heavy weight felt on top him. He loved how Jason kept feeding him, stuffing him to the brim. The two finally exploded together in a fit of passion as they never did before.
“Man,” Jason, laid back, exhausted. “That was awesome.”
“Yeah,” Tony answered.
“We gotta keep doing that.”
“Yeah, man. That was so hot!”