| Author: | Skye Eagleday | ISBN: | 9781301898206 |
| Publisher: | Skye Eagleday | Publication: | January 8, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Skye Eagleday |
| ISBN: | 9781301898206 |
| Publisher: | Skye Eagleday |
| Publication: | January 8, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
(A ProfessorFatology Special Selection)
John came out from behind the stand with a damp cloth and stared wiping at the stain..."I think it will be fine...." John whispered....and Kevin noticed that his rescuer seemed to be spending more attention to the softness of his belly than to the stain....in fact, his hand was circling around a much larger area than where the cinnamon was....a dark marking from the damp cloth was spreading out above his belt several times the size of the original brown spot...Kevin laughed and wondered if another stain was starting to spread across John's underwear....while at the same time he wondered if John was wearing underwear. He noticed that his old friend, Mr. Willy was turning back into Mr. Happy in a sort of quick sexual take on Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde...yep, Mr. Happy was definitely back on-line and was starting to push out his pants to line up with his growing gut. John was breathing deeply and had stopped wiping with the cloth, although he hadn't taken his hand off Kevin's stomach. "I'm, ummm, sorry, Kevin....I think I'm making it worse....when I wanted to make you...I....ummm, I mean I wanted to make it better...."
Kevin reached up and put his hand on John's....pulling it tighter against his belly, pushing against the softness...he felt the younger man's hand tracing his roll of fat and noticed that his eyes were wide and a really goofy smile was on his face....."Maybe you'd, you know....like to come over for dinner tonight....?" John asked Kevin's fat. "I do some really rad pork chops...and I..." John jerked his eyes away from the dark wetness on Kevin's shirt and looked up worried into Kevin's face..."...I mean if you're Jewish or something, I hope that that didn't like, offend you....I could do a couple of steaks or something....." Their hands were still touching....
"Nah," said Kevin, his voice a little gruff..."Pork chops sound great....dinner sounds great." He looked at the half-consumed double mocha latte and then back at John. "...and hmmm, you look great." John's smile got even goofier.
"Eight?" he asked?
"Well," said John nervously, "I'm actually closer to six...."
"I meant the time."
"Huh? Oh, yeah--eight o'clock is just fine..."
(A ProfessorFatology Special Selection)
John came out from behind the stand with a damp cloth and stared wiping at the stain..."I think it will be fine...." John whispered....and Kevin noticed that his rescuer seemed to be spending more attention to the softness of his belly than to the stain....in fact, his hand was circling around a much larger area than where the cinnamon was....a dark marking from the damp cloth was spreading out above his belt several times the size of the original brown spot...Kevin laughed and wondered if another stain was starting to spread across John's underwear....while at the same time he wondered if John was wearing underwear. He noticed that his old friend, Mr. Willy was turning back into Mr. Happy in a sort of quick sexual take on Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde...yep, Mr. Happy was definitely back on-line and was starting to push out his pants to line up with his growing gut. John was breathing deeply and had stopped wiping with the cloth, although he hadn't taken his hand off Kevin's stomach. "I'm, ummm, sorry, Kevin....I think I'm making it worse....when I wanted to make you...I....ummm, I mean I wanted to make it better...."
Kevin reached up and put his hand on John's....pulling it tighter against his belly, pushing against the softness...he felt the younger man's hand tracing his roll of fat and noticed that his eyes were wide and a really goofy smile was on his face....."Maybe you'd, you know....like to come over for dinner tonight....?" John asked Kevin's fat. "I do some really rad pork chops...and I..." John jerked his eyes away from the dark wetness on Kevin's shirt and looked up worried into Kevin's face..."...I mean if you're Jewish or something, I hope that that didn't like, offend you....I could do a couple of steaks or something....." Their hands were still touching....
"Nah," said Kevin, his voice a little gruff..."Pork chops sound great....dinner sounds great." He looked at the half-consumed double mocha latte and then back at John. "...and hmmm, you look great." John's smile got even goofier.
"Eight?" he asked?
"Well," said John nervously, "I'm actually closer to six...."
"I meant the time."
"Huh? Oh, yeah--eight o'clock is just fine..."
