"Gary, I swear if you don't get your cholesterol down you're gonna die!!"
My wife had been ranting about my cholesterol and weight for months. When our son, Jay, had left for college, she seemed to forget that she was cooking for two now and I always ended up with the leftovers. Every time she gave me the speech I said the same thing, "It's your fault you know." and she would shut up. But lately she had been yelling more and more and more arguments were arising. I had finally decided that it was time for us to split. I had been generous enough to give her the house and the dogs, but I got the cars and custody over Jay. I would be staying with my college roomie, Tony, and Jay was gonna move in with some friends closer to the college.
The next morning I woke up with all of my stuff packed up in boxes and loaded in my truck and pod. Lynn was gone and I decided that if she took the liberty to pack my stuff then she really wanted me out, bad. I called Tony and he said that I could come by whenever. He worked from home and had no children. I knew he was gay and in college he had a thing for me but it had been twenty one years. I worked as the manager of a paper company, I know, real boring, but it payed pretty good and I didn't have to do anything but email and answer the phone. I had called a couple businesses and scored a job as the desk operator of a major hotel. I was gonna get payed decently and yet again, answering the phone and sitting.
The drive down was long and peaceful. I stopped twice to piss and get some coffee or soda but other than that it was a smooth drive. My family had grown up in Texas on the Mexican border so I had a heavy Tex-Mex accent. My pop loved for Mexican food and my mom was a full blown Texas farmer, so I ended up getting low metabolism and strong muscles. I had never been real fit my entire life but I wasn't fat by any means. I was heavily muscled but I had a gut that sent me over the two fifty mark. My gut sat on my lap and covered my junk pretty nicely. It was six and a half hours to Tony's and I was within thirty minutes when my stomach grumbled. I unbuckled and half stood half sat to reach for my phone. When I finally got my piece of crap cell out of my pocket, I flipped open the cracked cover and called Tony.
"Hey Tone, I was wonderin' if you could cook somethin' up before I got there... Uh huh... Ok... Hah thanks bud you're the man." I flipped it shut and dropped it in my cup holder. The roads here were much rougher and low maintenance compared to the city.
As I drove up the dirt road to his little ranch, I unbuckled and grabbed my cell. As I pulled into his driveway I shut off my Chevy and shoved my cell into my pocket. I pounded up the steps and before I could even knock the door flew open and Tony was standing there smiling, like usual. He threw open his arms, not the most manly welcoming but still the same, and I returned the hug. My gut was up to the end of his ribs and his eyes were level with my chin. We both stepped through the door and I turned to the table and found what looked like an over sized Thanksgiving feast. I let out a low whistle and plopped down into a chair. Tony sat across the table from me and started piling up plates. We started a casual conversation that eventually turned into an absorbing life reflection of the past twenty one years. Midway through, I felt my paunch getting tight but before I could say anything, another plate was in front of me. Some three plates after that I could feel beads of sweat forming on my head and my button down getting tight. I didn't want to be rude so I didn't say anything but after another four plates my gut hurt like hell and my face was dripping with sweat. The entire turkey or duck or whatever was completely gone and everything else was as clean as a whistle. My belt had gave way around plate five and my buttons started popping off after seven.
As I leaned back to breathe, the chair squeaked and groaned. I grabbed my plate and got up to go clean it but when I returned, another fresh one was in it's place loaded with half a pie. Cherry filling was oozing out of the opening and I could feel my mouth fill with drool. I always had a weakness for sugar and right now was not going to be when my habit broke.
"Tony that meal was delicious!" I had polished of the pie at the price of my Jeans button and zipper and all dealing from the tits down. I gently poked my swollen belly and was rewarded with a little indentation no bigger than a dime. My gut was as tight as a balloon past it's capacity and my wiry black hair looked like mesh Harding a shiny tan egg. Tone walked into the room wiping his hands on a dish towel. His blond hair hung down into vibrant green eyes. He was as pale as snow but finely toned muscles and abs made up for his lack of color. Fine stubble covered his chin and neck and his Jeans had a noticeable bulge. Apparently you never do get over your college crush. But what surprised me most about his bulge, was that it resulted in a bulge of my own...
As I pulled the sheets over the guest bed, I puzzled over why I was horny at the sight of Tony's hard-on. I knew he had a nice nest and a huge cock but it had never turned me on. I tucked the corner under the bed and as it slapped down against it's frame, I found myself imagining Tone and I making it do that while fucking each other. I quickly squelched that thought and threw the comforter on.Tony walked in the room and told me that I could use the shower just across the hall. I grabbed my bag of toiletries and have ran half walked into the bathroom. I flipped the water on and grabbed my shampoo and body wash.
After I dried off I grabbed my clothes and wrapped my towel around my waist. I threw open the door and ran right into Tony. My shirt flew off my arm and when I reached to grab it, my towel fell to the floor. Embarrassed, I grabbed the towel and hurried into my room slamming and locking the door behind me. It was odd for me to be embarrassed about another guy seeing my junk given my age, but I was embarrassed as hell anyways.
I fell asleep that night thinking about my day. But my rest was anything but peaceful. I tossed and turned and woke up many times. In the middle of the night I woke up to my stomach grumbling, despite my HUGE meal earlier. So I went into the kitchen and grabbed the tub of ice cream. I sat down with a spoon, intending to only have a couple bites, but got lost in my train of thought and ended up eating the entire tub. I was astonished at my hunger and embarrassed by the fact that I had just ate my friends entire tub of ice cream. I quickly stuffed it into the trash and washed my spoon,flying back into my bedroom. I lay down and rubbed my still swollen gut, slowly drifting into a deep sleep.