chapter 2

I cleaned up lunch caught up in my thoughts about how I landed such a great job. Even though these guys weren't my usual type of friends, they seemed nice enough and were making me laugh at lunch. Not to mention, I loved how these fitness-obsessed jocks had let loose and ate away. I found the ex-jock look super sexy, and I wouldn't mind seeing some - if not all - the guys put on some pounds, nothing too harmful. Although all the food being eaten may have looked like a good sign, that the food was delicious, I took it as I had not made enough, and would be changing dinner with that in mind. I finished cleaning and went out to buy some groceries for the next week alone with the officers and president.

When I got back I saw the guys had been watching TV in living room, feet up, drinking some beers. They immediately got up to help me with the bags, which I found cute. I mean, they could carry double the bags I had in my hand and struggle half as much carrying them. I began to make some pizza for the guys, determined to make enough to fill each of the guys up. While I began on dinner, one of the officers came into the kitchen and sat by where I was working. He seemed nice enough and introduced himself. His name was Zach and was just as tall and good looking as the other guys, with tan skin, brown hair, blue eyes, the usual make-my-stomach flutter look. He told me about himself while I cooked away, and he seemed interested in what I was doing.

"So how did you get to be a personal chef?" he asked, eyeing my every movement. I told him about how I always loved cooking and about culinary school, and invited him to help. He was rolling out some dough for another large pizza, as I cooked some beef and sausages to add as toppings.

"This is a lot of dough," he said, growing tired of flattening it. "Do you think it's too much for all of you guys?" I asked worried. "No, not at all, just getting my workout in the for the day!" he joked. I ended up making 7 extra-large meaty pizzas with the help of Zach, and seeing the pizzas out next to each other looked ridiculous. The guys walked in around 6pm, hungry for some food, and I handed each of the guys a beer. They jokingly cheered, and began eating away. Similarly to lunch time, the guys ate with gusto and I feared there wouldn't be enough food.

This time I did have 2 slices of the pizza, and the guys were shoving slices into their mouths as if in competition. Soon enough most of the pizzas were gone, with just 5 slices left as the guys sat back. I was satisfied that I had made enough, and certainly the 3 budweisers each of the guys had did some damage to the physique.

"Alright fellas let's finish the pizza up. We won't be having Luke to ourselves once the rest of the guys come, so lets eat up!" Wes said, and grabbed another slice for himself. The guys ended up finishing all 7 pizzas - an entire pizza for each brother - with just a little encouragement. Again I hadn't made enough. The guys again thanked me and were off to talk about planning events for the year, which I found odd to do after a few beers, but I guess this was how frat brothers operated.

But I wasn't done yet for the guys. I wanted to make some cakes for the guys to celebrate the upcoming semester. As soon as I finished cleaning I was already mixing some batter for a thick triple chocolate cake. I was making 4 pretty large cakes, hoping that Wes' encouragement - and emphasis on his good job bringing a personal chef to the house - would again push the guys to finish the plate. This time meaning each of the guys was gonna eat half a large cake, hopefully right before bed.

I finished frosting the last cake as the guys walked through the hallway from their adjourned meeting, and I signaled them to come inside the kitchen.

"I just wanted to thank you guys for hiring me, and I figured we could celebrate the upcoming semester!" I announced, and although having already eaten a lot through the day the guys seemed excited and grateful for some cake. Brendon and Tyler looked hesistantly at the cakes and the other guys. Burgers for lunch and pizza for dinner made sense for meals but cake was a clear violation of a diet. Wes picked this up and spoke up. "C'mon guys, we're celebrating the semester!" and handed each of the two guys a decently sized slice.

I asked the guys about their events and they talked away, as I took each of the guys' plates and filled them up with seconds. Nobody seemed to notice or care, and picked up their forks and kept eating, and the guys again finished their plates. There was just one whole cake left, and I was beginning to pick up Cody's plate but he passed, and the rest of the guys followed suit. I felt a bit disappointed, but I figured that their appetites would grow in a few months. The guys retreated to play some video games while I was about to put the cake away when I heard Wes' voice: "I wouldn't mind another piece."

The next morning I got up early to make a large breakfast for the guys. Afterall, if I was going to be expanding these guys' appetite I needed to start fast. I was making a large buffet of scrambled eggs, french toast, and a lot of bacon. As I was working, Tyler strolled into the kitchen.

"Jeez, Wes wasn't kidding when he said we'd be eating good every meal!" he lightly joked. "We're going to be rolling around the house by the end of the year!" Tyler said, which I didn't really know how to take.

"Don't be silly, I only use the healthiest, low fat and low carb ingredients!" I lied, moving the second stick of butter out of sight.

"No kidding?" Tyler said, looking shocked, with his eyebrows raised to the ceiling. I nodded in confirmation. "Well good!" he said. "I won't have to worry about losing these!" he said, lifting his shirt and exposing his abs. Yesterday's 3 courses had absolutely no impact on these college-guys metabolism. Yet.

The guys all gathered in the kitchen for breakfast around 10am and were delighted to be treated for another large meal. Tyler relayed my lie to the guys who took this as permission to get another two plates, and again the guys ate ravenously. I was confused how each of the guys were in such well shape considering how much and fast they ate, there was no way that the 22 year old male metabolism was that good. I was 22 before and I couldn't eat like this! The guys all finished up, with just a few left overs, but the guys refused anymore as they were going to work out soon.

"Luke, you should join us! No offense bro, but your arms are looking a little small!" Zach had called from the table. I nearly laughed aloud. In high school I ran track and I ran regularly to keep my thin physique but I never had been to the gym or lifted weights. I smiled and agreed, not out of concern for my own body but to see these guys in action. Just because I preferred men with some (or a lot) of dough around their stomach didn't mean I couldn't enjoy a front row seat in their gym!

When I met the guys in the gym I quickly understood why they could eat so much yet gain no weight at all. They went "hard" in the gym, with some of the guys lifting 200lbs+ weights and others running at lightning speed on the treadmill. After jokingly lifting some weights I excused myself and realized this home gym was going to be a problem moving forward that needed solving. Before the leaving I yelled out to the guys, "Oh, and if you guys ever need any food made for just you, let me know and I'll gladly make it!" The guys responded well to this, and I left the gym, trying to think of ways to fatten up these intoxicatingly handsome frat brothers.