Pete and James didn't talk on the ride; though it was short, there was nothing said between the two young men. The silence was broken when the truck pulled up to the menu to order. Pete was looking at the menu, it was for some local chain he wasn't familiar with; before he could make heads or tails of anything, James began ordering. Pete wasn't familiar with the menu, but James ordered expertly. Pete was kind of in awe of what James had ordered, and wondered if the $40 he got would cover the whole bill. James had ordered every fried, or fattening thing that was offered. Pete fumbled for the words, trying to figure out how to pay for the feast just ordered.
"Umm, I don't. . . I've got. . . "
James blurted out, "I'll get it," before Pete could get a whole thought out. The guys were quiet until the food came. James quickly parked the truck so they could eat. Pete, holding the two bags of food, asked James, "what did you want?"
"Oh, nothing"
Pete was confused.
"I figured you were hungry, and I just wanted to umm. . ." James began
"Wanted to what?"
"Umm, uh, watch"
"What?"
"Watch you eat. If that's not weird, or whatever."
"You want to watch me eat? What, both bags?"
"Yeah. . . I mean if you're ok with, or don't mind if, that, um..."
As James fumbled and mumbled his explanation, Pete was putting two and two together. He was certain now about everything! He could hardly believe it, but this hot, sculpted, muscle jock was into Pete, not in spite of his heft, but because of it. With a surge in confidence, Pete decided he was going to see where this could take him.
"Why would you want me to eat all of this junk. I'm already pretty chunky, eating like that could make me fat." Pete rubbed his gut as he spoke - and the effect on James was almost instant. Pete could see the bulge in James' jeans grow, and James sighed, heavily. Pete knew that what he was doing was turning James on.
"Who would find me attractive if I eat like a pig, and get big and fat?" Pete paused seeing if James would jump in.
Of course he did, though meekly. "I would."
"I guess a few couldn't hurt," Pete said and began to pull some of the food out of the bag. "Oh yeah, you could have a few, too."
Pete began to eat, making as much noise as possible, moaning and saying, "it's so good," pausing and leaving space for James to softly encourage Pete to "have another" or "eat a bit more"
Pete coyly replied, "I shouldn't", only to change his mind and "have just a little bit more."
After an hour the bags were empty, and Pete was genuinely stuffed. Even for him, it was a lot of food. The guys drove back, and sat in James' driveway. Pete was amazed, but confused. Here was this amazingly hot guy, who was turned on by Pete, who he just had an incredibly erotic experience with, yet neither one had touched the other or themselves. The silence was getting unbearably awkward, and Pete decided he was just going to go into his house and figure this out.
When he went to get out of the car he heard James say, "We should do this again sometime!"
"If I keep eating like that, I'll get too fat!" Pete joked.
"No such thing," James retorted, looking most confident. Pete could only look at the handsome and trim young man and smile. He walked, slowly and heavily into his house, wondering how often he would get to meet up with his new neighbor, and how much weight he would gain if he did so.
How often does James drop by to take Pete out to eat?
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