Change of Plans
I was getting out of the car with my book, ready to sit on a bar stool and drink. I had been trying to decide where to go while watching a delightfully chubby man juggle a bag of Burger King goodies and a large soda. I would use that image later tonight. I decided on the steak house. They looked a little run down on the outside, but the bar was excellent, the food was surprisingly modern, and I have always met interesting people there. I opened my door and turned to pull my jacket from the passenger seat when I heard a bag hit the ground and the sound of liquid spilling from a cup. I turned to see the chubby man bending over to scoop what he could from his ruined dinner. I found myself enjoying watching his body, but the distress he was in seemed unbearable. I told myself I would not get involved under any circumstance...until his pants tore down the middle. I could see his belly spilling out from the top of his waist band as he bent lower to pick up the bag. Through the tear in his pants I could see pink skin; he was not wearing underwear. I grabbed my jacket and walked over to him.
"Here let me help you," I said in a calm voice. He looked up at me, his face red and his hot breath hitting my cheeks with every pant.
"Thank you," he said breathlessly. We picked up the remnants of his dinner and put it back into the broken bag. He took it all from me and said, "Thanks," with a shy tone as he hurried back to his car.
"Wait," I said with more demand than intended. He turned to me with sweaty hair. His pants were dirty from frantically picking up the food and his belly was hanging out underneath his untucked shirt.
"You're not going to go home and eat that, are you?" I asked. He looked down at the ripped back and then back up at me with panic in his eyes.
"Let me get you some dinner that isn't covered in mud." He avoided my eyes and looked toward his car.
"I-I have to get home." he said nervously.
"Come on," I said with my best smile. "This is the best steak house in the area. At least share an appetizer with me; they have the best jalapeno poppers." His face changed and I could FEEL myself going into predator mode. I told myself to stop after dinner.
"I do really like jalapeno poppers," he said with a shy glance at me. I smiled again, taking the broken bag, and throwing it in the trash while holding the door open to the steakhouse.
When the waitress saw me, she started to move toward the bar with one menu. "Table for two tonight Christine," I said smiling at her. She smiled and led me and the chubby man to a booth. We sat on either side of the table and I watched him get situated. I think he remembered his pants were ripped when he sat down and had become self-conscious.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Christine said smiling at me. "Rum and Coke for me," I said sitting back and crossing my legs.
"Uh," the chubby guy said picking up his menu. "Just a mountain dew please." Christine disappeared and the chubby guy settled in finally. "It's what I dropped out there," he said with an embarrassed smile. I nodded and leaned closer to him.
"I'm Jay," I said holding out my hand. "A-Arthur," he said taking it. "Nice to meet you Arthur," I said sitting back again. I ordered some jalapeno poppers once our drinks came and then asked some mundane questions about him. He was an IT guy for a small company and had been headed home to do some work before the incident in the parking lot.
"Well I hope I'm not taking you away from your work," I said innocently as the poppers were set down at the table. He scoffed and shook his head.
"Nah, I can get back to it eventually." He took a steaming popper and bit into it. I got slightly hard at the thought of him not even caring whether it was too hot; he seemed very hungry. I grabbed one and put it on the plate in front of me.
"What do you think?" I asked. His eyes bulged and he nodded his head as he wiped his face with his napkin.
"Really good," he said with his mouth full. Again, I felt my crotch tighten a little. He was hesitant to take another one, so I took a bite of mine and breathed in, authentically enjoying the taste of it. He smiled and took another like a child happily pulling from the cookie jar.
We talked about his job and how he had really wanted to be a graphic designer but had never gone to school for it. I asked a good amount of questions and made him laugh a couple times as he continued to eat the poppers. By the time my drink was finished, he had eaten the seven jalapeno poppers while mine still had just one bite taken out of it. After he swallowed his current bite, I looked at him and ushered to the last one on my plate.
"You want mine?" I said as genuinely as I could. "It's a little too spicy for me, my stomach will be very upset if I have anymore."
"Oh, sure," he said without hesitation. I pushed the plate over to him. He picked up the last of the appetizer and popped it into his mouth. I grabbed my glass and drank the last remnant of watered-down coke.
"I'm thinking of having another drink. You want to just eat dinner here?" He smiled and I asked Christine for another Rum and Coke and a menu.
An hour later, Arthur had eaten a rib-eye with mashed potatoes and mac and cheese with a bowl of soup before his entree. I had ordered some coconut shrimp that I picked at as Arthur talked about moving away from his family and trying to live on his own. He had had big plans before coming here and then...
"I've become the guy that drops burger king on a Tuesday night." I chuckled and swirled my drink.
"Being out on a Tuesday night is the best way to meet people in my opinion," I said clinking my drink into his. He blushed slightly and finished that last bite of mashed potatoes.
"Man, I'm full," he said sighing with happiness.
"What do you think about dessert?" I asked finishing my third drink. He looked at my plate of unfinished coconut shrimp.
"You didn't finish your dinner." I nodded and grimaced.
"Didn't really care for it. I had not gotten these before and now I know why. Feel like I need something sweet to offset this weird after taste." He smirked.
"I'll have dessert with you if you actually eat some of it. You haven't eaten anything all night," he said picking up the menu. I waved at Christine and Arthur ordered a banana split with fudge and whip cream. She gave me a look as she took the order down.
Christine brought the dessert to the table and placed two spoons on the bowl. It was larger than I had pictured, but Arthur stared at it with pure happiness in his eyes. So much for being full. I reached for the unbalanced spoons and grabbed mine while 'accidentally' bumping his onto the floor. I gave him an apologetic look and then smiled.
"We'll get you another one, but I want you to have the first bite." I scooped some ice cream, whipped cream and chocolate onto the spoon and held it out to him. He hesitated for a moment and then ate off the spoon. The hesitation melted as he chewed the ice cream before swallowing greedily. I took a bite of banana and ice cream, showing the delightful taste on my face. He smiled and I picked another bite for him to try. He happily took the spoon into his mouth and chewed the soft banana, letting a small moan escape. Now I was completely hard and knew I would not be able to stop.
"Let me come over there," I said getting up and moving to his side of the booth. He happily scooted over so I could sit next to him. I glanced at his belly and saw a slight bulge in his pants. He was enjoying himself very much.
"My arm was getting tired reaching from over there," I whispered as I fed him another bite of ice cream. He seemed to melt as he chewed on the soft sweetness. I took another bite for myself and then gave him a bigger bite of banana and fudge. He took it as happily as before, letting the fudge run out of the corner of his mouth. I took the napkin and cleaned his face. He blushed as another spoonful came to his mouth. I saw Christine holding another spoon out of the corner of my eye.
"We're fine," I whispered smiling at her. Then I went back to feeding Arthur as he had finished the last bite, I had given him.
I could tell Arthur was dazed in a food coma by the time he had finished his dessert. All but three bites had gone into him and he looked like he was in pain.
"Oh, I should get home," he said as he flopped onto my shoulder. I brushed his hair from his face and chuckled.
"I don't think you should drive with how sleepy you look." He looked up at me with a confused face.
"I can drive you home and you can come get your car later," I said, our faces dangerously close to one another. He considered this as he looked out the window.
"Or, you could stay at my place and we could come get your car together," I offered. "My place is just a few blocks from here."
I paid the bill and got Arthur up out of the seat. He had completely forgotten about the rip in his pants as we headed out the door. I had turned my car on in the restaurant, so it was warm when I opened the passenger door. He waddled over as I gave him my hand and helped him lower into the car. His belly sat in his lap, a little more taunt than it had been when it was hanging over his waistline. He sighed and unhooked his pants as I closed the door. I could feel the surge of sexual energy as my cock pushed against my zipper.
I drove to my place and helped him walk inside. He had fallen asleep once I started driving. I turned on the lights in the house and led him over to the couch. He held my arm as he slowly sunk into the cushions.
