chapter 13: mike again

I woke up the next day feeling refreshed, which was something new for me. The memory about everything that had happened the day before hit me, from Mike telling me how he felt, our kiss, and later, drunk Mr. Thompson. I still felt a little bit guilty about that last part and decided to talk to Mike when I saw him next. When would that be? Ah yes. Today. Tom was out again, and we both had the house to ourselves for a good part of the day.

It was a nice late summer Saturday when I knocked on Mikes door before letting myself in. I smelled food coming from somewhere, and before I could ask out loud, Mike came out of the kitchen, grabbed me, and pinned me against the wall, belly first. I was shocked for a second, but then he leaned down and we both kissed, my heart pounding.

"So.... How was Jack?" asked Mike after we had finished.

"Oh right... yeah it was nice"

"Only nice? I would've thought it had been great, based on the size of that guy"

"Yeah well, we couldn't really do much, you know, him being married and all..."

"Oh, you were holding back because he's married? Not because you already have another guy, right here?" I could tell he wasn't angry, as he was smiling at me.

"Hehe well, I guess maybe that might have contributed"

Mike gave me another peck on my lips. He was acting oddly gay for a person who had only really admitted to enjoying eating. Not that I minded. I smelled food again and asked Mike:

"Have you been cooking?"

"Yeah, well, if my friend here likes to see me eat..." he stepped back and prodded his gut "...And I like it as well"

"Hmm yeah, I can see that"

He gave me a fake pout. "Are you calling me fat?"

"Not at all, I think you are way too thin"

"hehe well, maybe we can change that"

I was kind of baffled at how easy it was to talk to him like this, perhaps being friends a year prior had helped us be much more open with each other. Nevertheless, it was certainly fun, and also a great turn-on.

He took my hand again, and I followed him into the kitchen, where it looked like he had been hard at work. There were pots and pans all over the counter, ingredients were strewn around and almost every cupboard was opened.

"I thought I'd make us something to snack on during the Punisher" he said sheepishly. "Also, the next time I decide to cook something, remind me to not do it" I could see why he had said that, the kitchen was a mess, and I wouldn't want to be the person to clean that all up.

He had still managed to make a tray of decent-looking lasagna, which he lifted up and gently brought to the coffee table.

"You think you can eat all that?"

"Are you really doubting me now?"

I took myself a small piece of the lasagna, leaving most of it to Mike. It was different, now that we had come out to each other. For one, I could stare at him all I wanted, I could sit as close to him as I wanted, and, best of all, I could rub his belly for him as he ate. It was soft under my touch in the beginning, but as it started to fill up, got rounder and felt more elastic.

After about two thirds of the lasagna were gone, Mike turned to me and told me he would need my help to finish it. Baloney, of course, as I had seen him eat more on several occasions now, but I didn't resist. He put his arm behind me and leaned back so I could place a plate on his gut, and I began cutting off bits of it with a fork and giving them to Mike. I think we both enjoyed me feeding him more, as he often groaned with pleasure, and I was doing what I liked most.

It didn't take to long until all the lasagna was gone, filling up his stomach. He wasn't quite finished yet though.

"Oompf. Would you mind getting some donuts from over there?"

I looked over to where he was pointing, a cupboard I had not noticed before. When I stood up and opened it, I let out a gasp. There was not only one box of donuts in there, but it was filled to the brim with about two dozen.

"Woah, I didn't know you liked donuts so much"

"hehe why do you think I took that job in the first place? I think I owe those guys half of this here" he slapped his gut.

"So how many do you want?"

"Just- um, bring a whole box. I'll better lie down for this though. D'you want to go to my bed?"

After getting up with some difficulty, Mike led the way to his bedroom. I entered behind him and he closed the door. So this was his room? It was relatively tidy, at least compared to my own room. In the middle a large bed, for two people. The thought of his wife flashed through my head for a moment, but quickly went away when Mike walked passed me and flopped onto his back, in the middle of the bed, clothes still on. I was still staring when he patted his thighs, signaling me to sit on top of him. No idea if I should take off any clothes, I obliged, and placed the donuts beside him.

I giggled and he started smiling. "What's so funny?"

"I don't know, I guess I'm just happy"

"I'll be happy too as soon as you give me those donuts"

So I started feeding him, slowly. It took quite some time for me to keep a straight face, ashamed at myself for making this awkward. But Mike didn't seem to care, he was only concentrating on the donuts, which were going, one by one, into his mouth. I seriously don't know how he did it, but all twelve of them fit inside him. He looked as stuffed as Jack had been the previous day, if not more.

I pulled his shirt up and gazed at the hairy ball of flesh before me. Would it be ok for Mike if I started jerking off now? I tested the waters by placing my hands beside his shoulders and leaning forwards, pushing my crotch into his gut. I don't know, it just felt like the right thing to do. Mike only smiled and burped, which I took as a yes. Jumping onto the floor, I pulled off my pants and underwear, and climbed back on top of him. As horny as I was, this was still my first time, and I was nervous that I would mess it up somehow. Mike did his best to remove his shirt completely, leaving it pulled all the way up to his chin. I came a minute later, looking down at his stuffed belly, his love handles, his hairy chest, his man tits, his pants cutting into his waist. Everything about him was just perfect.