Adventures of Kingston Chapter 2!

They walked down the street, next to each other, no: against each other, as if they were already two lovers. Corey had asked Kingston to wait for him on the sidewalk while he placed his order at the McDonald's counter, and he had come out laden with paper bags. Kingston couldn't help leering at them, but he couldn't guess what was in the packages. The only thing he could see was that there were a lot of them.

The touch of Corey's muscular arm against his body sent a delicious wave of excitement through Kingston. It's just as well that between his legs, the protuberance hadn't diminished - on the contrary. Kingston had never had a hard-on for so long, let alone on the street. He felt ashamed, which only increased his excitement.

They talked about everything and anything: Corey talked about college, about the students he was tutoring. Kingston spoke little; he had a hard-on; he savored the sweetness of this spring as incredible as the moment he was living. But he wasn't afraid of looking uninteresting in Corey's eyes: on the contrary, his swollen gut stretching out his T-shirt seemed to him the most beautiful thing in the world, and his loose belt underneath the T-shirt the most beautiful promise of all.

Corey led them down the avenue, onto a small street that sloped steeply upwards. Here, Kingston felt his stomach lurch slightly as he climbed, and above all, perspiration beaded under his armpits and on his forehead. It must be said that he was still in the throes of digestion. He couldn't help but let out another burp, which he tried to keep down, as they were in the street, but Corey immediately grabbed his hip and squeezed it in a gesture where aJection was obviously mingled with desire...

When they reached the foot of a new building, Corey stopped: “This is it!”

He punched in a code and the glass door opened:

“I've got good news for you: I've got an elevator! Because I guess...”

Corey didn't Onish his sentence, but pointed with his chin to Kingston's gut, who blushed with pleasure.

“Yes...” he murmured. It's hard...” His sentence was lost in another discreet burp.

“Don't worry,” Corey said with a smile (God, he was handsome!), ”you won't have to exert yourself once you get to my place!”

*

The apartment was small, but charming. And the view from the large bay window was magniOcent. You could see the rooftops of the city and the blue sky with its clouds.

“Follow me!” said Corey. And he led him into a small bedroom that opened onto the living room.

“Settle in,” said Corey.

Kingston hesitated slightly:

“On the bed?

- Well, yes! We'll be more comfortable, won't we?”

Kingston felt a new wave of electricity surge through him. This wasn't possible, this was a dream. This boy was a dream. This scene was a dream. He was going to wake up and...

But he felt the soft touch of the mattress digging in under his weight. His shirt was pulled up over his gut, and, embarrassed, Kingston pulled it back down.

Corey had put the paper bags on the Zoor. It smelled of burgers, fries... Kingston felt a little embarrassed. Was he going to eat in front of this boy? Eat again, when his belly was already so full?

But this hesitation lasted only a moment. For already Corey had slipped his hands into one of the paper bags, and was pulling out a cardboard box from which he extracted a huge three-tiered burger, smelling of bacon and cheddar. And Kingston was surprised to Ond that he was hungry. How could he be? With all he'd eaten?

Corey had pushed him slightly so that he was leaning back on the soft pillow. “Wait a second!” said Corey.

With a leap, he went to the window, and pulled the blind.

“We need a little privacy, don't we?

- I think we do,” Kingston smiled.

And his smile widened when, with his beautiful muscular hand, Corey handed him the burger. Kingston bit into it. God, it was good! How could he resist? Already, as soon as he'd swallowed a mouthful, Corey was handing him the burger again, and he bit into it even more...

He Onished it in a few bites. No sooner had he told himself he was thirsty than Corey handed him a big cup of Coke, and Kingston downed a big gulp that stung his throat deliciously. He closed his eyes. With his slender hand, Kingston grabbed Corey's wrist to move the straw away from his mouth and let out a huge burp.

Then, as if in a dream, decidedly, he felt Corey's lips on his, and they exchanged a long kiss. Corey forced Kingston's lips together with his tongue and stabbed Kingston's still burger- laden lips.

“You're delicious,” Corey breathed.

Kingston felt his cock ache as it swelled so much in his jeans. As if he'd suspected, Corey, without ceasing to kiss Kingston, put his hand on Kingston's cock, and squeezed. Kingston moaned with pleasure. But, almost immediately, his gut contracted and a new burp shook him, echoing in the silence of the room.

“You excite me, Kingston,” Corey murmured in his soft voice.

- You... mmJf... gllp... too!” Kingston managed to articulate, his mouth full.

Kingston tried to sit up and swallow the French fries drenched in ketchup that Corey was now handing him, but then something happened that was bound to happen given what he'd been swallowing for almost two hours now. His gut strained the cotton of his T-shirt and he felt very oppressed. Corey could see everything; Corey could tell. He put down the fries that

Kingston hadn't yet swallowed, and began to knead Kingston's gut, sliding his hand under the cotton, which was di]cult because the fabric was so taut. Corey's hand on his skin, caressing his hair, kneading his Zesh, further aggravated Kingston's erection if possible.

“I think it's time to get really comfortable...” said Corey. And he lifted Kingston's T-shirt, who got the message. “I'll do the same,” Corey added with a smile.

Corey removed his shirt with a smooth, quick movement. But it was much harder for Kingston, who felt swollen like a whale, and whose belly had already grown so large that extracting it from the shirt was proving a challenge. But Corey made it happen with a sensual gesture that made Kingston melt inside. Helping him remove the T-shirt, Corey purposely scraped Kingston's Zesh with the fabric.

They were both shirtless. Kingston looked down at himself and was literally Zabbergasted at how swollen his gut was. It looked as if it had almost doubled in volume.

“Shall we get even more comfortable?” asked Corey with a wink.

Kingston Zinched. But Corey set the example once again, removing his jeans, one leg then the other, as well as his socks. He had huge, wonderfully chiseled feet. Kingston relented. Corey had to roll Kingston's jeans into a ball to get them down his hips. He also removed Kingston's socks, leaving him in his boxers. And the boxers spoke for themselves. Kingston's stood up like an Indian teepee. A hint of precum formed the damp top. Kingston contemplated Corey's crotch. And he was impressed by the size of what was bulging out of his plaid boxers. Corey looked... remarkably Ot.

“EJort digs in, doesn't it?” said Corey.

Kingston nodded. How could he refuse?

And yet, he was as full as a cow.

But he wanted to eat more. Never stop eating.

And Corey didn't seem to expect anything else from him.