Robby had to admit, he wasn’t wearing a watch and had lost all track of time with filling his gut, so he was a bit nervous to see his kids walk in on their dad wearing next to nothing, looking like he was pregnant with triplets and with more gas than a Chevron station.
That wasn’t the case, thankfully. Standing in the doorway was a gorgeous young man, no older than 25, wearing a black muscle tee, blue pants and white sneakers. He had blue eyes and jet black hair.
“That is one big gut,” he said in awe, a Southern twang evident in his voice. Robby felt a stirring in his crotch and his belly began to rumble. Placing his hand on the side of his ball belly, he gave it a quick rub as he stood up.
“Is that a Tennessee accent I hear?” Robby asked curiously. “Yessir, straight from Memphis.” The man replied. “My name is Colt, and we just bought the house down the road.”
“Robby Ray Stewart, pleased to meet ya.” He greeted, surprised and a little excited at how strong Colt’s handshakewas. “Likewise. Now, forgive me for saying this, but uh, damn that’s a fuckin monster!” He gestured to Robby’s very rounded out midsection, and Robby softly smiled. “I thought Malibu folk only ate sushi and salad, you’re the first person I’ve seen here who looks like they eat good.”
“I always been eating good.” Robby said with an undertone of pride. “And ain’t no salads or sushi in this thing, but damn near everything else!” He gave the underside of his gut a few hearty claps.
“You must be makin’ a lot of late night runs to the border.” Colt continued, referencing the old Taco Bell commercials.
“Just started,” Robby smiled. “You know, my family has been lookin’ for neighbors to have dinner with and you’re the only one I’ve met so far I actually like. Are you free around 7:30 tonight?” Colt asked.
“Yessir.” “I’ll let my mama know. See you then.” Colt turned to leave, but stopped. “Hold on.” He gave Robby’s stomach a quick rub. “For luck,” he whispered in his ear before jogging off. Robby watched him leave and began to adjust the growing bulge in his crotch. “Fuck,” he said with a smile. “This gon’ be fun.”
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