The rest of dinner was filled with
sexual tension between Ryan and I. Ryan had such a voracious appetite that I
was hot and bothered throughout the whole meal. It got to the point where I
could barely focus on stuffing my own face. Ryan was clearly aware of how I
felt and began playing it up a bit. The highlight of which was when he
unbuttoned his pants without announcement or any dose of shame. He leaned far
back in his chair to reach the button hidden under his gut and undid it with a
sigh of relief; allowing his round, gelatinous belly to spill even further into
his lap. At this point in the night I could feel sticky pre-cum stuck to my
thigh.
During bouts of trying to ignore my
overwhelming libido I joined in with small talk, learning that Ryan was a
history teacher. We bonded over a mutual fascination of the civil war and he
invited me to his room after dinner to view an “artifact” from the era. Of
course, I accepted.
After polishing off a desert of
luscious strawberry milkshakes, I followed him up the old creaky stairs to his
room. His girth filled the tiny stairwell and each step moaned with the
pressure of his weight. When we reached the top Ryan was completely out of
breath. As he pulled the key from his pocket it fell to the ground. I bent over
to pick it up and felt his fingers caress my lower back. Before I knew it we
were passionately making out in the hallway. When we finally got the door open
he pulled me inside and pinned me against the wall. His belly totally
encompassed my abdomen and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. He whipped off
my shirt and I dropped my pants, my cock struggling against my wet boxer
briefs.
I pushed him into the bed and mounted
his lap, my dick pressing into his soft underbelly. I quickly unbuttoned his
shirt and began caressing his curves. Eventually we were both nude and he ended
up topping. The old bed was loud and rickety and I’m sure we must have woke
every person in the house. I fell asleep wrapped around Ryan and his hairy
belly.
I awoke in the night to heavy
breathing and a sweet aroma. I was a bit disoriented and confused by the
presence of crunchy papers covering the bed. I looked at the clock and it was
three in the morning. Eventually I realized that Ryan was stuffing his face
with boxed chocolates.
“Midnight snack,” he said, “you can
sure wear a fat guy out.”
I could not believe what was
happening to me. This guy truly loved to eat; he was gluttonous to the core.
Without saying anything, I began to feed him the chocolates in the dark and
slowly massage his belly. We quickly ran out and he informed me there were a
few more boxes in his suitcase. I got up to get them and realized that by “a
few” he meant six. I grabbed them all and crawled back into bed.
Box after box things became more
heated. I began to rub his meaty thighs and suck at his surprisingly small
double chin while popping chocolate after chocolate between his lips. It was
clearly a highly sensuous experience for Ryan who began to moan almost
embarrassingly loud. I was afraid we would wake the guests, but was too aroused
to quit. As we burned through box number five we were both smeared with
chocolate and writhing in bed. His fat rolls were supple and warm. After
finishing all the boxes we both came to orgasm and lay in bed talking.
Ryan revealed that while he identified
as a gainer and enjoyed getting fatter, he mostly just liked food. He was
raised by cooks and developed an intimate relationship with food at an early
age. All through his teens he would work out tirelessly to maintain his fitness
in spite of his love for delicious foods. Once he began teaching in his mid
twenties, he just stopped working out and the weight piled on. His immediate
reaction was fear and disgust at the beer gut he’d developed within one school
year, but he soon realized that this fuller figure turned him on. Ryan
confessed that after finding self acceptance he binged for a month, consuming
food to his heart’s content. In one month he gained close to thirty pounds,
which caught the attention of both faculty and the students. Colleagues began
inviting him on hikes and charity walks. The kids, he was teaching high school
at the time, began to lovingly tease him about his new belly. Some of the boys
would even declare, half-jokingly, that they wanted to have a gut like his when
they grew up.
Needless to say, Ryan did not stop
gaining and has put on close to one hundred and twenty pounds since teaching.
The most surprising part of his story though, was how he came to The Little
Brick Inn. Doing research for an out of state field trip, Ryan met the current
chef for the inn, Scott. Scott was an encourager who eagerly fed Ryan’s
addiction to fine treats. For the past six years Ryan has been annually
visiting the inn where Scott has been feeding him meals with calorie counts
that reach into the thousands- tonight’s dinner was one of them.
I confessed that I myself wanted to
gain weight, which is part of the reason I came here. Ryan told me I came to
exactly the right place.
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