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Excited to share “The Adventures of Kingston”… a gainer story dedicated to me!
🕑 Added 2025-02-27 22:20:44 +0000 UTCNeedless to say, it was a beautiful spring day. When Kingston left his home that morning, there was a sweetness in the air that suggested voluptuousness. Was it for this reason that, as he passed the McDonald's near his home, he entered almost without hesitation? Spontaneously, as he stepped through the sliding doors, he palpated the small bulge of Aesh that had adorned the top of his waistband since the end of the Covid. This bulge had been a problem for him for several months. No one had pointed it out to him, apart from his mother, who had seen him changing after a session on the exercise bike, and had said, “You've put on weight, Kingston, haven't you?” He blushed. Secretly, this bulge excited him. He used to contemplate it when he was naked in the bathroom, in front of his mirror. Back then, it was just a soft bulge in his belly that he enjoyed squeezing. But immediately, doubts assailed him, preventing him from feeling any real excitement: hadn't he lost his charm?
The smell of MacDonald's, that mix of fries and grilled meat, made him salivate. There weren't many people in the fast-food restaurant yet, and it wasn't even noon. He headed for the counter. “What's for your service?” asked the pretty waitress. And that's when something happened that would change Kingston's life:
“Two menus, please...”
Two menus? He felt a little Autter in his heart as he ordered two triple-cheese burgers, two portions of fries, McDonald's bites (“three, please,” Kingston chuckled, suddenly thrilled), a portion of nuggets, two large Cokes, and... ” A cookie, and one... no, two ice creams!” “With caramel?” asked the waitress. “Of course!” he replied with a little wink that had the eUect of widening the waitress's smile.
Yet when it came time to pay, Kingston felt a little ashamed. He entered the credit card into the reader, signed the bill, then swept his gaze around the room, opting for a free seat near the window where he could enjoy some peace and quiet.
He hadn't noticed the blond-haired young man just behind him, tall, slim and rather muscular, with chestnut brown locks and blond highlights, who was smiling at the large order he'd just placed.
Kingston sat down on the high stool, and when he saw his order number displayed, he went to the counter to collect it. When he returned, he saw the young man from the queue sitting on the stool next to his, on which he had left his jacket to mark his place. Kingston was slightly annoyed that he wouldn't be able to wolf down this unreasonable order, which he wasn't sure he'd be able to Vnish. But he'd take what was left.
To his surprise, as soon as he sat down and placed the large paper bag full of victuals on the table, the young man turned to him:
“Two menus?” he said, smiling knowingly. A smile that immediately made Kingston's insides melt, as the red rose to his cheeks. This guy was... sublime. Kingston wondered what to say, but the stranger didn't give him time:
“My name's Corey,” he said, extending a large white hand in Kingston's direction, which he took.
“Kingston...
- Nice to meet you, Kingston!”
Corey grabbed the cup of coUee sitting in front of him and took a sip.
– I'm very hungry,” Kingston stammered, still feeling compelled to explain, ”and I'm not going to work until...
- You don't have to explain!” retorted Corey, Aashing another smile. Then, glancing in the direction of Kingston's belly, which his sitting position was making protrude far more than Kingston would have liked at the moment, Corey added: “You'd be wrong to deprive yourself!”
Kingston blushed redder. How dare this boy he didn't know make irony about his slight overweight?
“I'm talking seriously,” said Corey. I mean, it's not irony. You're a lovely boy, and I love that little belly!
- That's just it,” stammered Kingston, ”it's not that small...
– And that's exactly what I like!” Corey continued (smile-who-cares). But don't let all this good food go to waste! We can talk while you eat!
- If you like, we can share,” suggested Kingston. I ordered a lot, and...
- Don't! I'm going to enjoy watching you gobble up all that food,” said Corey.
Kingston couldn't believe it. Was this boy the materialization of his fantasy? He'd been dreaming of an encounter like this for weeks...
You know, let's not beat around the bush, I'm not that kind of guy,” Corey continued. I'm gay, and I love boys like you. Pretty face and greedy belly. Sorry if I'm shocking you...
- You don't shock me!” Kingston protested, suddenly bold in a way that surprised even himself. On the contrary,” he added. I'm gay too, and...
- ...and you're very hungry! Eat up! We'll talk at the same time.”
And so they did. For almost an hour. Corey was a history student; he was working on a thesis about food in the Middle Ages (“You see it's a passion!” he joked), and he tutored for a living. While they talked, Kingston ate. And eating brought him intense joy, a pleasure he'd never experienced before. For, ever since he'd indulged in gluttony during Lockdown, and tried to return to more moderate eating habits, every time he went to fast food he'd come away frustrated at having eaten too little. This time, he could Vll his belly. And, to tell the truth, by the end of the hour, his belly was so full that he was beginning to squirm on his stool in an attempt to relieve his body of the relentless oppression of his belt. The maneuver was not lost on Corey, who leaned toward Kingston:
“Kingston, my friend, above all, don't embarrass yourself. Nobody's looking at us, and, believe me, with what you've engulfed, I think you can undo your belt buckle and let your pretty belly blossom to its heart's content!”
And he smiled. And then Kingston felt, under the eUect of all that food, fat and sugar that his swollen belly was assimilating, but also under the eUect of Corey's decidedly irresistible smile, Kingston felt an arousal rising within him. An excitement that translated within seconds into a second bulge under his belt, this time. But he was wearing jeans, and he hoped Corey hadn't noticed.
Kingston stiAed a burp. The third in less than ten minutes. He really had eaten like a pig.
He had no idea what happened next. Corey leaned in again (Kingston sniUed the masculine scent, a slightly musky eau de toilette that mingled with the smell of a male body) and whispered to Kingston:
“Kingston, you know what I think? I think your belly is very full, but you've still got room. And you know what else? I've made quite a bit of money this month, and I live just Vfty meters from here. So, I'm going to stop by the counter and order you a few goodies, some food and a drink, and then we'll go back to my place. Would you like that?”
How about it? Kingston's thin little face lit up with happiness. And between his legs, squeezed into his jeans, his damned cock hardened even more...
Written by: Jef Fayzensac
