chapter 12: jack

I wrote my parents to tell the I'd be home late and we set off. I realized I didn't know where we were going, so I asked Tom.

"Oh it's only a short walk, at the Thompson's."
That name made me look up. "Peter Thompson?"

"Yeah"

The only reason why I knew Peter was because his father, Jack, had been one of the attendees of the BBQs in the summer. He was a nice guy, always thanking me when he got his food, telling jokes to everyone. His belly had grown like all of the others, what had started off as an already considerable beer belly, bulged out more and hung slightly lower. His round face featured a moustache, and plenty of stubble. He wasn't as cute as Mike of course, but he definitely could get my teenage motor running.

I was happy to see Jack patrolling the kitchen when we arrived, and seemed to remember me, as he went over to greet me.

"Hey there"

"Uh yes hi, Jack, right?"

"Yeah, I remember you as well, you cook a mean burger."

I blushed. "Thanks."

"I really miss those barbeques. My wife doesn't let me eat like that anymore. Says I should lose weight." He didn't pat his belly or anything, but I was sure imagining it.

"Put me on a strict diet. Only fruits and veggies and low-carb stuff."

In my mind he was pulling up his shirt, revealing his ball of fat beneath. I immediately disliked myself for objectifying him like that, but I couldn't help it.

"Of course, I still find ways to, uh.. avoid going out hungry." He said sheepishly.

I didn't wonder why he was telling me all this, I was back to pulling off his clothes in my mind.

"So, uh, what I'm trying to say here is, do you think Mike would like to, err, continue inviting us over to eat? I'm ashamed to say this, but I'm going crazy having to secretly go to McDonalds and eat my meal in my car, and it might be a bit unsensitive, but seeing that Mike doesn't have a wife to alert my wife... And I've heard some of the other guys complain as well." He added that last part hastily, as if he were shifting the blame towards the others.

"Oh yeah, um, I'll ask him"

"Great." He said, looking relieved, and relaxed. "I'll go um, get me some more from that buffet over there - he pointed behind him - before my wife finds me." I watched him scoot over to the table that had party foods on it, look around, greet a couple of Peters friends, and fill up his plate with cake, before hurrying away into a side room.

During the rest of the night, everybody got drunker, even me, though I usually don't drink. Yeah this story takes place somewhere were alcohol is legal at 16+ don't worry. Jack came out of his room a couple more times, taking more cake and also beer.

Much later, most people had already gone home, Tom was somewhere with his girlfriend, doing whatever teens do when they are alone, and I was on the couch, sipping on a cup of coke while thinking about Mike, and how hot it would be to invite all the dudes from the summer and eat large meals and make them gain even more weight.

I couldn't hold it any longer and decided to go to the bathroom to jerk off. (If no one else was currently having a fun time in there). I was nearly there, when Jacks door opened, and he bumped into me. He was visibly drunk, which was confirmed to me by the number of empty cups and bottles I saw laying around the room, which looked to be his office.

"So- burp -orry" He said to me, swaying a bit.

"Enjoy that cake?" I asked, looking down at his gut, that appeared noticeably larger than at the beginning of the night, and his pants, which he had opened.

"Oh?" He seemed to remember what he had done. "Oh no... Molly will kill me..." He burped again and leaned against the wall to not fall over.

I saw my chance and took it, telling myself it wouldn't be cheating if we weren't naked.
"Hey it's ok, let me help you." I ushered Jack back into his office, and sat him down on his chair. He was to drunk to notice. But when I turned around to get the rest of the cake, I couldn't stop thinking about Mike and if I was doing the wrong thing.

So, I did what any rational horny brain would do and texted Mike;

"Hey, is it ok if I feed Mr. Thompson?"

Mike responded seconds later.
"Hehe, sure thing, fill his belly up for me ;)"

I sighed with relief that I could now do this without any guilt. Or barely any. Jack burped again behind me, and I acted fast, going out to the table, grabbing the plate with the remains of the cake, and hurried back to the office, closing the door behind me.

I suddenly didn't know what to do.

"So, um, Jack, would you like some more cake?" I offered him.

"Yeah." His reply was a bit unenthusiastic, but I rolled with it.

"We gotta, um... get rid of the rest of this cake so Molly won't see it."

He sounded a bit more awake now. "Yeah, that's a good idea..."

I approached him slowly, feeling more like a villain in a horror movie, about to torture a protagonist, than a stupid boy about to do something stupid.

"So, yeah... open wide"

I was now standing in front of him, holding out a slice of chocolate cake. Jack leaned forward a bit and closed his eyes when the cake went into his mouth. Chewing it slowly, he leaned back, his gut spilling out in front of him, and I allowed myself to move closer. My knees now touched the bottom of his belly and I laid the plate on top of it.

He was done chewing, his eyes still closed, and he looked like he was going to fall asleep any minute.

"Would you like some more?" I asked cautiously.

He responded with a grunt and a small nod. I grinned and took the next slice of cake, lifting it up to his mouth. It was gone after three bites, with some added help from me. He didn't complain once when I crammed all of the other pieces into his mouth, only managing to groan at a few points.

He fell asleep after the last piece was gone, cake crumbs around his lips on and his shirt, hand on his belly. I thought it best to leave him alone now and dashed to the toilet to finally masturbate. Glancing at myself in the mirror with a look of self-disgust, I started laughing. How on earth did I just pull that off? Sh*t, what if Jack remembers? Oh well, too late now.

No idea where Tom and Lisa were, I hurried home for a good night's sleep.