chapter 3

almost immediately he started snoring, with the tell tale signs of sleep apnea - having slept with so many heavy men it was obvious. the silence, the snorting as they gasp and start to breathe again, accentuated by his self-proclaimed restless keg syndrome. his belly kept its shape even when he was laying on his back. i crawled over and put my head on his thick calves, stroking his beautiful, well manicured feet. i couldn't see anything over the mound of flesh between me and his head. i got up, thinking i might leave, but he snorted and came to, asking me where i was going.

well, you seem really tired, i said, laying down beside him and putting my hand on top of his distended belly, rubbing it, feeling the fullness of it, its round shape.

oh no, he said, you're not going. sure, i conked out for a few minutes, but i want your little body on top of me. i climbed on top of him, worried that was squishing all the food inside.

is this ok? i asked.

it's great, he said, you're like a light summer blanket, except you're not big enough to cover me... we both laughed. i love you laying on top of me. what time is it - after 11? i want to order something. i'm getting hungry again. he heaved himself up, waddled over to the desk and found a chinese take out menu. do you like chinese?

no, i said. but go ahead, order whatever you want. it was about midnight. i'll just have some wonton soup.

the food arrived about 30 minutes later. he ordered a lot - lemon chicken, stir fried veggies, sweet and sour pork, some kind of chow mien... it was like he hadn't eaten dinner. he ate everything. i watched in awe. i picked the wontons out of the soup. that's all i needed. he cleaned up everything else.

after finishing, he seemed relaxed, satisfied, laying back down on the bed, his stuffed belly spilling out over his boxers. he held the bottom of his stomach, rubbing it, groaning with pleasure and obviously satisfied.

can i join you? i asked, knowing the answer. i lay down beside him, my hand flat on his big belly, feeling the fullness of it, closing my eyes and exploring its curves. it defied gravity.

he moaned, oh keep doing that please, he said, that feels so good. you're massaging my digestive system, that food was so good. i love that you love my belly, he said.

i crawled on top of him since it was clear he wasn't in any condition to move. tell me if i'm squashing your stomach, i said. i don't want to make you uncomfortable. i sat on his hips. both of us stroking and lightly scratching his bloated belly. he smiled and put my hands on his firm gut, guiding me.

i was so wet, our flesh pressed together, my hand reaching under his belly, finding his hard cock and stroking it. he moaned. when i took it away for a second he asked, pleading like a boy, if i would suck on it.