chapter 3

"Aren't you hungry?" Angelo asked. "Your cookies would taste best warm," he said. He was the one who always requested desserts. He had begun to masturbate more frequently. He couldn't go the day without relieving the built up semen inside of himself.

"I don't do much here, aside from talking with you, I shouldn't eat so much. I...I'm getting fat. Before I was slightly pudgy, but now..." He pulled up his sweater, today in green, and Angelo took in the sight of his fleshy belly. It sat in his lap.

"I have to go," Angelo said quickly. He stood, as did Johan, whose stomach jiggled with the fast movement. "Excuse me." Johan walked towards him, not wanting him to leave, and bumped the table in his haste, knocking a spoon to the floor.

He turned around to grab it. His pants ripped up the back. There was a long tear, which perfectly followed the bottom curve of his left butt cheek, and a little crescent of gray briefs showed from underneath. Both he and Angelo looked at the button which had popped off and was lying near the spoon.

Quickly he bent over, squatting down to pick up the button. He did not realize he had made the opening in his slacks a lot bigger. A great deal of his behind was on display and he stood up quickly. "Excuse me." Johan had now attempted to flee the gazebo himself, greatly embarrassed by his corpulent body.

Angelo grabbed his arm tightly and drew him into his own body. He didn't feel the usual discomfort from person to person contact. His hand found the opening on the rear end of his slacks and he stuck his large hand in. He grabbed a handful of Johan's hefty butt, his penis aching.

Johan stood frozen, exited, yet still greatly humiliated. "I want you," Angelo said in his deep, raspy voice.

He guided him over to the table, turned him around, and leaned him over it, but not before tearing off the rest of his clothes. He began to lick him starting at his lower back, then to the top of his ass crack, and finally even further.

Johan's cheeks clenched slightly. Angelo stood up and dropped his own pants. "I want you to eat those cookies. I want all of them to be gone when we're finished."

"Uh, yes...alright," Johan agreed, lost in the heat of the moment. He put the first cookie in his mouth, the chocolate chips still warm. Angelo took his stiff penis and entered Johan's waiting behind. He slid in and out slowly. He had to remain calm, but it was difficult for him.

Johan ate the cookies as he gasped out in pleasure. Angelo moved his muscular hips quickly, a bit more roughly than he thought he was, and continued, feeling an overwhelming pleasure.

Angelo grabbed Johan's stiff, dripping cock and began to jerk him off. His masculine hand stroked in time with the thrusting of his hips. The cookies were almost all gone. Johan ate and ate, to please Angelo, but also because he began to crave their softness in his mouth.

The cookies, the dozen of them, were gone once he came, Angelo still bucking his hips. With one more powerful drive and a satisfied grunt, he came as well. "Thank you," he said to Johan, who still was lying on the table top, greatly stuffed and satisfied. "Are... are you alright?" he asked, worried he had hurt him.

"I...I'm fine," Johan replied. He stood up and walked out of the gazebo and towards his own bed. He had to find something new to wear by dinner.

Angelo sat at the table. He hit himself roughly on the head. He was careless. He had given into his urges without considering Johan. He could have killed him. But he was moved by passion...by love, and the angel said- 'I have learned that every man lives not through care of himself, but by love.' Dr. Enkeli had told Angelo that frequently. He had quoted multiple things about angels to both Johan and Angelo.

Angelo sat there until right before dinner. He had also promised he wouldn't come around the food delivery people. He went to his bedroom to change clothes. He feared Johan wouldn't even come back. He would probably leave. He sighed heavily once more.