UNCOMFORTABLY GOOD, HARD TO IGNORE.
Jeremy just smiled back, then stood and headed to the kitchen. When he returned with a big box of muffins and sat down on the couch, Kyle flopped over, resting his head on his friend’s lap like a pillow.
“You know what, Jam? I’m kind of tired… how about you feed me the muffins? Gotta take good care of your big buddy if you want me winning more contests.” He let out a soft chuckle, his hand brushing his belly, clearly eager to be hand-fed.
Jeremy just blinked, caught off guard, his heart skipping a beat. He looked down at Kyle sprawled across the couch, staring up at him with that grin—one that somehow felt a little more intimate and less playful this time, in the half-light of the TV and the quiet of the night, where even small gestures seemed louder.
“Yeah, yeah, no problem, hehe” Jeremy agreed, hoping he didn´t sound too surprised.
Jeremy grabbed a muffin and held it near Kyle’s mouth. “Open up, big boy,” he said, trying to follow Kyle’s nonchalant lead.
Kyle did, and Jeremy carefully dropped the whole muffin into his beefy pal’s mouth. Kyle engulfed the spongy pastry with a long, guttural moan. His jaw grinding in slow, round motions. As Kyle closed his eyes, savoring every bite, Jeremy’s gaze drifted to his waist, catching the strip of belly exposed where his tee had ridden up from the waistband of his plaid pajama pants.
“Guh… checking out my belly, Jem?”
Jeremy jerked his head toward Kyle, his cheeks warming.
Kyle mumbled around the mouthful, “Nom … wondering how much this T-shirt’s gonna ride up after you feed me all these muffins, huh? Mmph … guh…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jeremy said with a soft chuckle, a little relieved. “The aftermath on your outfit… It’s always impressive.”
Kyle let out a short, muffled laugh, gulped down, and opened up for more.
Jeremy nodded and picked up a bigger muffin, holding it out halfway for his pal to take a bite. But Kyle just stuffed the whole thing into his mouth in one greedy bite.
He grinned at Jeremy’s stunned face, his wide smile stretching across his puffed-out cheeks.
"Wooow," Jeremy breathed, a soft laugh escaping. "How… how can you hold such a big muffin in your mouth?"
Jeremy tentatively rested a hand on Kyle’s cheek. Kyle purred against Jeremy’s touch, nuzzling into its softness.
“Oh man … Nom,” Kyle mumbled around the mouthful, still chewing through that chunky muffin. “Nom… nom… there’s only one thing more enjoyable than eating these muffins, Jem… mmph.”
“Yeah?… well… what’s that?” Jeremy asked, bracing a little, uncertain but intrigued.
Kyle chuckled. “Guh… being fed them and rubbed by such soft hands. What else, Jem?” he said, dragging a hand over his belly, his tee whispering up against his skin.
Jeremy’s eyes flicked from his pal’s uncovered stomach up to his face, meeting Kyle’s bloated smile, shifting with every slow chew.
Kyle let out a chuckle at Jeremy’s frozen reaction. “Nom … nom … Dude, you’re like one of those little fainting goats … guh—just freeze up like boop, then flop over, haha.”
Jeremy’s gaze dropped with a shy smile. Then Kyle chuckled again and reached out, gently taking Jeremy’s hand. Without a word, he guided it down to rest on his exposed stomach, warm and firm. Jeremy let Kyle guide his hand in slow circles over his belly.
Kyle gulped down the bite. “Gulp… so, outta all the places we’ve been around here, which one did you like the most?” Then he opened up for more.
Jeremy placed the next muffin into Kyle’s mouth and said, his voice quieter now, “Well…” —his other hand drifting over Kyle’s belly as he hesitated for a moment— “every place has been cool, but … but … I … I think the lake.” His eyes stayed lowered, not quite daring to meet Kyle´s.
Kyle chewed slowly for a moment, clearly enjoying himself.
“So… you liked how clean the water was, didn´t you?”
“Yeah,” Jeremy answered automatically, still tracing circles over his friend´s stomach.
“And how much fun we had messing around in the water, right?”
“Yeah,” Jeremy said again, almost absentmindedly.
Kyle’s grin widened.
“And how good my butt looked in those tight swim trunks, huh?”
“Yeah—”
Jeremy suddenly froze, “No—wait, that’s not… I mean—” He stumbled over his words, his face warming. “I just mean… you’ve got a nice build… but that’s not— I mean it doesn’t matter what you wear… I just— well…”
Kyle’s shoulders shook with a muted laugh as Jeremy stumbled over his own words, trying to correct himself. He took a moment to gulp down the last of the muffin in his mouth.
“It’s okay, Jem. It was all just a joke. I don’t even need to ask which place you liked most. I know you don’t mind the place as long as you’re there with me.”
Jeremy let out a quiet sigh, his gaze drifting to the TV screen without really paying attention to what was playing. His hand stilled on Kyle’s belly.
Kyle gave a quiet chuckle, then frowned slightly as he looked at his friend, the faint light from the screen flickering across his face. Jeremy’s lips had curved into a small, knowing smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
For a moment, the only sound in the living room was the quiet murmur of the TV. Then Kyle reached up and gently pinched Jeremy´s neck.
“It´s okay, Jem. I kinda love that you only let that funny side of you out when I´m around.”
Jeremy just let out a short chuckle of resignation at the easygoing way Kyle had turned his feelings into something simpler.
Kyle chuckled back. “And that’s good!” he said, still gently patting Jeremy’s neck. “’Cause nobody’s gonna come along and say, ‘Hey, I want that funny guy for myself.’”
Kyle grinned up at him. “That’d be a problem. Who else’s gonna keep feeding me muffins and rubbing my belly like this, huh?”
Kyle opened his mouth again expectantly, nudging Jeremy’s hand back into slow motions over his belly. Jeremy smiled softly. The tension in his shoulders eased, and he picked up another muffin for his pal. His other hand rubbing Kyle´s belly, this time more deliberately. After a few more bites, the last few muffins were gone. Still munching, Kyle’s eyes followed Jeremy’s hand, giving the box a small shake. Not a sound.
Jeremy looked down at him. “You ate them all, Kyle!” He gave his pal’s belly two light pats, the soft thumps landing on a stomach that felt a some fuller now.
Jeremy chuckled. “This was supposed to be just a midnight snack, but you look like you enjoy eating so much it makes me wanna bring you more, haha.”
Kyle gulped down his last mouthful and murmured, “I’m kinda full, but…” His voice was thick and faint with the delicious fullness and the sweet drowsiness slowly overtaking him. “But I can’t say no to you, Jem, hehe.”
After a little while, Jeremy came back from the kitchen at the soft cling of the microwave, carrying a tray with a fresh batch of warmed muffins, a tin of oatmeal cookies, a pumpkin loaf wrapped in parchment, a bottle of milk, and three jars—local honey glistening gold, homemade berry jam speckled with fruit, and a pot of creamy cheese.
Jeremy gently set each item down on the table beside the couch, careful to avoid any clinks that might break the calm of the night. Kyle’s eyes lit up as the jars were placed down. Low rumbles of anticipation escaping him with every soft thud on the table.
“Thought we could make this a bit more special,” Jeremy whispered with a smile. “The muffins before didn’t have the filling you like, so I brought these little extras to make sure you really enjoy them—and eat it all, hehe.”
Kyle moaned eagerly, “You sure know how to spoil your beefy buddy, Jem!”
Jeremy eased back onto the couch, and Kyle, without a word, nestled his head back into his friend’s lap. Jeremy picked up another warm muffin and spread a layer of creamy cheese over it. Kyle watched, his lips already parting for the next bite.
Jeremy held the muffin up to Kyle’s mouth. “Gotta fuel up those big guns of yours,” he said with a soft grin.
“And you’re right—chomp.” Kyle paused to chew. “Nom… nom… tomorrow’s arm day,” he added, stretching one arm out and flexing. The sleeve of his T-shirt pulling tight around his bulging bicep. “Everything you feed me now is gonna land right on these guns.”
“I don’t wanna miss that, Kyle,” Jeremy said, reaching for the next muffin, slick with berry jam, flecks of fruit sliding down over the top as he held it out for Kyle.
“You won’t! Mmph,” Kyle said, stretching his jaw wide and stuffing the whole muffin into his mouth in one bite when he saw the jam about to drip. “Tomorrow after lifting, you'd better be there—I’ll give you the full muscle show… nom… nom… gulp… gotta check out how all this extra food’s pumping up these guns!”
Jeremy handled Kyle’s late-night craving with such indulgent care that it was bound to turn into a full meal. By the time they were halfway through, crumpled napkins lay scattered across the table, streaked with berry jam and honey, and several muffin liners had been torn open.
Every bite earned a quiet moan or a grin from Kyle while Jeremy traced broad circles with his hand, feeling every curve of Kyle’s fat-coated abs—His stomach bigger, rounder, firmer under his palm. Kyle sprawled comfortably across Jeremy’s lap, looking more satisfied with every bite
Engrossed in that quiet midnight feeding on the couch in the dim light of the living room, they shared an easy stream of glances and chuckles that might easily have been mistaken for those between lovers in the gentlest moments of foreplay. Their conversation drifted at times to encouraging comparisons—like Jeremy likening Kyle’s off-season bodybuilder build and appetite to a real, bulky Thor.
Jeremy picked the glass jar up, “Just some cookies and you´re done, big boy, hehe.”
Kyle let out a groan as he looked at his friend´s hand, feeling around the recipient. Jeremy handed over a cookie that Kyle just stuffed into his mouth. His jaw bobbed with crunchy chews while Jeremy said, rubbing his belly, “So… happy to have me all to yourself, feeding you? Hehe. No girl willing to do it?”
Kyle crunched loudly on the cookie before answering, crumbs shifting in his cheek.
“Oh, there were some… cooking for me and stuff,” he mumbled around the mouthful. “But they always do it so they can hold it over me later.” He gulped and opened his mouth for another bite. “Mphm … nom …nom … next thing you know, it’s bullshit like, ‘Hey, I made you dinner yesterday, you gotta come shopping with me,’ and all that boring crap.” Kyle snorted softly. “Nah. Not worth it.” He chewed again, shrugging lazily, “So I just kept it simple. Friends with benefits… until they realize they can’t tie me down to a relationship and move on.”
“Well,” Jeremy said, “I think the problem’s when people do things like it’s a favor… like they’re keeping score. Then it just feels like effort you’re supposed to pay back later. If it’s real, it’s more like a hug or a kiss—you don’t do that to get something back. You just… want to.”
Kyle murmured, easing Jeremy’s hand back onto his belly, “Now I get why this midnight meal you’re feeding me feels so good.” He shot Jeremy a wink.
Jeremy let out a soft, nervous breath, unsure whether to smile or brush it off. He glanced at Kyle’s face, searching for the real meaning behind his words. What he found was a playful grin. Still, something in Kyle’s half-lidded blue eyes caught the light in a way that made Jeremy’s chest flutter. He tried to follow Kyle’s lighthearted lead, though a slight stammer betrayed his nerves.
“Well… I— I mean, feeding you is kinda like helping you stay big and strong, right?” He gave a shy little laugh. “It’s cool being part of something like that, hehe.”
“And what about you?” Kyle asked. “Is there someone you like?” His voice dropped into a husky, lazy whisper, almost blending with the soft rustle of Jeremy’s hand gliding over his stubbled belly. “Funny how you always listen to my chick stories, but I’ve never heard you mention someone special… What’s up with that? Hehe. There’s always someone, Jem.”
“Oh, well… yeah,” Jeremy replied, feeling as if Kyle’s questions were slowly undressing him—teasing out a truth he probably already knew better than anyone. A flicker of uncertainty stirred in Jeremy’s mind. Was Kyle just enjoying watching him squirm toward an answer he already suspected… or was it genuine curiosity about how Jeremy felt?
Jeremy shrugged, trying to play it off. “You know… like in everybody’s life.”
“Yeah?” Kyle whispered, still guiding Jeremy’s hand in slow circles over his stomach. “And how’s it going with that person?” He asked, giving a knowing smile, like Kyle already knew more than Jeremy let on.
Jeremy gave a soft, resigned sigh as he looked at the almost-muted TV screen, its dim light playing over the quiet concern in his expression. Then he said, “I don’t think that person will ever really see me … the way I … like that."
The pendulum clock ticked softly in the hush of the living room. Its rhythm the only sound cutting through the stillness. Kyle patted Jeremy´s hand, “That means we´re always gonna be friends,” he said with a lighthearted tone.
Jeremy looked back at Kyle, unsure what to make of the ambiguity in his words and afraid to say something that might give him away.
“Yeah, Jem,” Kyle went on. “Think about it. Girls are crazy … only good to screw anyway. I’m never gonna put up with one in a relationship. And you… Well, you say that person’s never gonna see you that way… their loss. So I guess we’re stuck with each other for a long time, huh? Hehe. The ribeye and its side dish.”
Jeremy let out a bittersweet chuckle. “Sounds good to me.”
Kyle huffed a quiet laugh, giving Jeremy’s hand a lazy squeeze. “See? Knew you’d come around.”
Then he settled his head more comfortably on Jeremy’s lap.
“We’ve got it figured out,” Kyle went on, his voice easy, almost amused. “No drama, no bullshit… just good food, dumb jokes, good laughs and…”
He paused, grabbing the hem of his tee to bunch it up under his chin, giving his beefy pecs a quick, playful bounce. “The occasional muscle show.”
Jeremy’s eyes lingered a second longer than they should have. Kyle popping his pecs just for him, that easy grin… the casual promise of more—it was more than enough. His mouth curved into a small smile as he let out a soft breath. “Yeah…” he murmured, almost to himself.
And with that, Kyle polished off the last of the cookies Jeremy fed him. He enjoyed his friend’s praise, the belly rubs, and the steady hand-feeding so much that he didn’t hesitate to go for a third round.
By the time that last wave of assorted pastries had landed in his stomach, Jeremy gave it a couple of light, satisfied pats. “Not your biggest meal ever, but still pretty big for a midnight snack, right? Hehe.”
“Nom… guh… You fed me an extra whole meal … Buuurrp .. uuuugh” Kyle let out a lazy, pleased sound, sinking further into him. “Feels so good, man… You really know how to make your beefy buddy eat… Keep rubbing my belly—I’m so full, I need it, hehe. I’m all yours … hehe.”
Kyle let out a faint moaning sigh—a breathy sound caught in the hazy space between wakefulness and sleep. His senses slipping away, lulled by Jeremy’s gentle caresses, the pleasant fullness of his belly, the late hour… and the quiet bliss of feeling big and admired. Jeremy’s hands slid over his stomach with a soothing softness, like small bundles of jasmine brushing against his skin.
For a few indistinct seconds, Kyle felt as if his heavy body swayed in the air, as Jeremy’s whispers reached his ears like the hum of a mellow melody, and his thoughts drifted like flickering dream-fragments—until, at last, he fell asleep completely still and silent, sunk into one of the most peaceful, soothing, deep rests he’d ever know.
Jeremy, always cautious until the very last second, didn’t take his eyes off Kyle’s face—making sure he was truly asleep, eyes shut for real, and not faking it for one of his wild jokes or catching him indulging in the sight of his fully exposed, stuffed belly and bulked-up pecs, only to tease him about it later. But Kyle’s eyes didn’t open; his head lay tilted, surrendered to its own weight on Jeremy’s lap, mouth slightly open without a sound escaping—just like he always slept, soaking in the full, quiet flavor of rest.
Whether that late evening—so full of casual sensuality and hazy affection—was only the setup for a prank about Jeremy’s supposed crush on him, a joke Kyle never got to deliver before sleep overtook him… only Kyle would know.
***
About an hour must have passed before awareness slowly returned to Kyle. He blinked his eyes open, sluggish and heavy with sleep, instinctively searching for Jeremy. Then he noticed the hallway light had been left on, so he wouldn’t wake up in the dark. A soft smile spread across his face at the quiet, unwavering care of his friend—subtle, but always there.
When he pushed himself up, he felt like a medicine ball was strapped to his waist, pushing him back with a low groan. He brought both hands to his still-stuffed gut, massaging it to ease the sudden, painful tightness that caught him off guard.
At the fullness in his gut and the steady strokes of his hands over his belly, memories of the recent feeding began to fall into place. But nothing brought it back more vividly than the glimpse he caught in the kitchen just as he was about to head upstairs: plates dusted with muffin crumbs, parchment paper balled up and strewn about, the empty cookie tin lying on its side, the pumpkin loaf wrapper torn open, the milk bottle drained to the last drop. Every jar—honey, berry jam, cream cheese—had been scraped clean. It all sat piled across the counter, taking up most of its surface.
“Goddamn,” Kyle let out in a low, rumbling groan, sliding his hand over his bulging belly, feeling all that food Jem had made him gulp down. A sudden urge hit him, and he pushed toward the stairs, lifting his shirt on the way, eager to check the damage in the bathroom mirror.
Once there, he pinned his baseball tee beneath his chin, tugged his pajama pants down, and rolled his torso from side to side in front of the mirror, chasing the roundest view. His waistband slipping lower with each wobble. When the mirror gave him back the fullest look at his engorged gut, his hand drifted down to the base of his blond happy trail, tracing how far his belly pushed out as he pressed into it, testing its heavy fullness.
Kyle had had other midnight cravings before, but one that stuffed him up like a full meal … that was new, and so well-fed by Jeremy. “Oh, fuck, Jem, I want more of this!” His words slipped out before he even realized what he was whispering. At a sudden tightness in his underwear, his hand jerked under his stomach, shoving into his briefs. Beefy pecs pushing up against his face with a grimace, trying to allocate the growing strain in the fabric.
No chance. With a sharp breath, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and yanked his briefs down beneath his round, meaty butt.
The more he indulged himself in the mirror, the more he craved tomorrow’s lift—itching to feel how much fuller and tighter his muscles would pump up after fueling up like that, to see how much more weight he could push … the next gains … and to have Jeremy there, watching.
After a while, when he entered his room, closed the door, and turned off the light, Kyle slumped onto the bed with a heavy sigh of relief and satisfaction, his limbs sprawling lazily to the sides as his body stretched out wide, and his heavy breathing slowed and softened.
Before surrendering to the night, he tried to downplay his recent indulgence. Back in the bathroom, Jeremy’s name had slipped from him in breathless murmurs, though he insisted—even then—that it wasn’t really about Jeremy himself. It was about how he felt when Jeremy looked at him. Like a spark flaring up his alpha drive, making him feel bigger inside his own skin, and brimming with unyielding power; unshakable.
However, his mind refused to switch off, drifting back to Jeremy again and again. A faint sense of unease stirred—something subtle, hard to pin down. Like something was missing. The unexpected pull of wanting Jeremy’s head resting on his chest.
That quiet absence was enough for his drowsy mind to send out a warning: he had never felt this way about any girl before. Jeremy had somehow taken over his late-night thoughts in a way no chick ever had—not even close, no matter how much effort they put in or how much they gave of themselves in bed to get an emotional grip on him for a relationship.
Kyle enjoyed those encounters like the stallion he is. He thrived in them—the raw strength, the dominance, the physical rush. Especially now that he’d grown bigger, bulkier, stronger than ever. But he had never missed any of those girls afterward. Not like they were something special or irreplaceable. Nothing like the way he missed Jeremy now … even after a couple of hours from that feeding, and knowing they’d see each other tomorrow.
Kyle, still unable to stop caressing his stuffed gut, clung to those thoughts, trying to play them off as something simpler—telling himself that after all this time apart, their friendship had just grown stronger when they met again, sharpened by their shared humor and the way they got each other’s jokes without even trying.
After one last long sigh, his final thought before falling asleep was of being fed again by Jeremy—admired like Thor, driven to rise to any challenge… like that arm-wrestling match he’d nearly given up on, until Jeremy’s presence alone reminded him who he was—the strongest man in the world—and he crushed it.
To be continued.