Bellies Galore

He isn’t slick when it comes to watching me. I notice his eyes wander as I pull my tight shirt off, the sweat making it stick to my gut. He looks just a bit too long in my direction as I peel off my shorts, leaving me in just a tight jockstrap, lovehandles bulging over the waistband. It’s my shake uniform. He flat out stares as I chug, eyes eating me up as I gulp down more and more calories and my belly rounds out. By the time the bottle is empty, and I pull the bottle away from my lips, he’s always sporting a major hard-on. When I look in his direction he quickly looks away, embarrassed to be caught, but when that happens I’ll usually let a burp rip just to hear his excited gasp. Once or twice I swear he snapped a pic of me. I think someday soon I might ask him to help me pour the shake in me.

You should be rubbing this

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