Roman & libra

chapter 3

“Roman, I’m home,” Libra said as he walked through the door after his day of college

“Good!” I exclaimed, almost too enthusiastically, “I was hoping we could go out to get something to eat tonight,” trying to contain my excitement for what I had planned

“Really?” Libra asked, looking confused, “Since when do you ever want to eat out Mr. Nutritionist”

“I just thought we could do something special seeing as we’ve been working so hard at school lately. I was thinking that pizza place just down the street”

“That sounds perfect!” Libra responded with excitement in his voice. I could tell that he was still confused because I never wanted to eat out, especially anywhere as unhealthy as a pizza place but I figure I had to jeopardize my diet at least a little big for my plan to work. Besides, I thought, it might be fun to loosen up a bit.

We would usually walk to places as close as this pizzeria, but I decided to drive because if everything went according to plan I had a feeling that Libra would struggle walking anywhere after dinner. We were both wearing out best muscle gay outfits, me in a white t-shirt and a pair of light wash ripped jeans that showed off my slim bod, and him in a pair of black skinny jeans with a slim fit green shirt that stretched across his developed chest and strong arms. I couldn’t help but get a bit jealous of his ass in those jeans. He always had a perfect bubble butt while I struggled to have any assets so I never wore skinny jeans.

We found a table in the back and a waiter came over to take our order. He was young and looked like he used to be a twink judging by his tight clothes that strained around his small paunch that looked freshly developed. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of making Libra gain that much.

“Hello, I’m Jack and I’ll be your server today, what would you like to order?” the paunchy waiter asked. Just as Libra was about to open his mouth I interrupted him,

“My friend here will have a large soda, a large meat lover's pizza, and an appetizer of garlic knots”. Libra looked over at me in disbelief,

“That's for us to share, right?” he asked cautiously.

“No babe, it’s all for you. You’re here to treat yourself, remember!” I said, deliberately leaving myself out of the second half.

“Well… Sure, why the hell not,” he laughed turning to the waiter, “And he’ll have the same thing,” Libra said, gesturing towards me. I stared at him in shock, but froze up and was unable to protest my order.

“Okay, your food will be out in a few minutes,” Jack said, and then he walked away, his love handles jiggling with each step.