EAT IT ALL UP, KYLE
Kyle gave a couple of tugs to adjust his thong right at the end. Jeremy didn’t even dare to blink as his buff bud came closer with one cocky step.
“I know you´ve been waiting for this one …” Kyle whispered. He planted one fist at his side. Then the other, “Look at this, man!”
Kyle took a long inhale through his nose. His breath expanded as he widened his dorsals and puffed up his chest, blowing up more and more and more until he sucked his belly in, bumping his beefy pecs into his jaw—leaving only his blue eyes visible from where Jeremy sat on the bench, like two blazing stars hovering over twin mountains.
Kyle asked through a strained grin, “Do I look bigger like this, Jem? … mmph”, refusing to let any air escape, eager for Jeremy’s adoration.
“Yeah…” Jeremy breathed, “unstoppable… when you do that, you make me think you’re the strongest man in the world… I could just watch you all day.”
Kyle’s electric blue eyes crackled as he sucked in another gulp of air into his already maxed-out lungs, locking it in with an inner grunt. His chest heaved, swelling higher, his lats spreading even wider, as if craving to fill the entire space of the barn—until there was nothing else left for Jeremy to look at but him.
There was Kyle, holding that impossible, bursting size—the very peak of his alpha fullness amid strained groans and beads of sweat of effort—bestowing all of it on Jeremy.
Jeremy didn’t move—eyes wide, completely taken.
Kyle’s face clenched tighter for a split second with a last push—then the swelling breath gave way through a roar as he dropped to his knees in front of him, dragging in air, heavy gasps. One arm came down at Jeremy’s side—then the other—bracing himself on either side of the bench, framing Jeremy between them. His spent eyes, lifting back up to him, still panting. “I love it when you give it everything, Kyle.” Jeremy softly said. His eyes fixed on Kyle, taking him in.
Kyle let his head fall on Jeremy’s chest as if to rest. His forearms slide behind Jeremy, one wrist settling over the other, narrowing the space around him.
Jeremy didn´t move at first, then slowly put a hand on Kyle´s head, and then put his other arm around Kyle's neck. They remained like that as Kyle´s labored breathing turned slower and softer, little by little.
When Kyle’s heavy gasps faded away and the barn fell quiet, he stayed there. His head held between Jeremy’s arms, chest, and cheek in a soothing hug, and whispered, “My biggest pump ever, Jem. And you right there.”
“Yeah … that was all you.”
Kyle’s forearms tightened slightly behind him with a low moan. “And what did you like most about me there?”
“All of it…” Jeremy murmured. “But mostly… that it’s not just your muscles—your size, your strength. It’s how you carry them… how much of you is in it when you show them off. The passion you put into it.”
Kyle’s mouth spread into a grin as he let out a low chuckle. “That’s what we’re talking about, Jem—cutting back on food just to get shredded? What a waste. No thanks—I’m a stallion; big, bulky boy gotta eat, right?”
Kyle lifted his head from Jeremy’s chest and glanced down at his all blown-up, beefy pecs with a playful look, then back at Jeremy, still keeping him boxed in with his arms.
“Pumped up as hell, dude!” Kyle said, giving them a quick bounce,” You gotta keep feeding me those extra night meals to match these gains, Jem! If Jem feeds me extra meals, I lift heavier! And if I lift heavier, I bulk up bigger!”
Then Jeremy followed, “And if you bulk up bigger, I gotta feed you extra meals so you keep those gains!” … I love being part of this! …”
“That´s it!” Kyle confirmed, and both friends burst out laughing.
When the laughs faded away, Jeremy hesitated for a moment, then asked quietly, “And me… what about me?”
He held his gaze, just for a second.
Kyle gave him a playful nudge. “C’mon, man… You know I’m not into labels.” He let out a soft chuckle.
Jeremy shook his head faintly. “I’m not asking what I am to you, Kyle… or what we are.” His voice stayed calm, steady.
Kyle tilted his head slightly, like trying to guess in Jeremy´s eyes.
“I’m just asking what you like most about me.”
Kyle let out a short breath and shrugged, “Ah… well, you’re a great guy, you know that. You laugh at my jokes and know how to keep up with them, you appreciate what I do …”
As he spoke, Jeremy just kept shaking his head, as if brushing it off in silence. Then Jeremy watched him for a moment and cut in gently, “Kyle … just finish the sentence.” There was a small pause, “When I´m with Jem, what I like most is when…”
Kyle´s jaw tightened. He almost looked away—almost—then forced himself to hold Jeremy´s gaze, swallowing hard, something in that quiet, disarming softness forcing him to answer.
“When I´m with Jem”, Kyle murmured, “What I like most is when … when …” He trailed off, his breath catching slightly.
Images flickered through his mind: Jeremy resting his head against his chest as they slept… the way his presence alone had pushed him through that impossible arm-wrestling match … the way he’d eat more when Jeremy fed him, pushing himself bigger, stronger each time … that strange pull to have Jeremy close to—without feeling tied down.
Jeremy´s voice came softly, “Is it something different?”
At that very moment, just as Kyle was about to drop his gaze, he straightened up at the sound of footsteps approaching the barn.
Without rushing, Kyle reached for his gym shorts on the floor and pulled them on in one unhurried motion—covering his thong just as Mark appeared in the doorway, fresh from his double run, skin still damp with sweat, “Hey, guys, what´s up?”
Kyle bent down to pick up the dumbbells from the floor, setting them back onto the rack with ease as he answered, “Yeah, just finished my lift,” he said casually.
Jeremy stayed quiet, his eyes following him—watching the way Kyle moved, from one weight to the next.***
Later that night, with the farm quiet and everyone in bed, Kyle lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, one arm folded behind his head. He brought his other hand to his chest, as if something was missing there. The rest of the day, he’d kept things just like always between them—easy, familiar, even fun—but had quietly avoided being alone with Jeremy. He’d just said goodnight without asking him to come by his room, like he used to. Jeremy hadn’t insisted. He’d just let him be.
Alone in the silence, Kyle’s thoughts and emotions grew louder. He could still feel it—that pull to have Jeremy close, and at the same time, that vague uneasiness at the thought of it being noticed. His feelings and thoughts intertwined as they fought, building a knot in his throat.
Kyle turned onto his side on the mattress. “I should go to the kitchen… have at least a late-night snack, keep myself in shape—beat Mick in that eating contest.” Then the thought hit him—he might run into Jeremy there.
Kyle turned onto his other side. The eating contest crossed his mind again—that big biker, Mick… the crowd. “I’ll win. I did before, with that arm-wrestling match”, he told himself, trying to push the thought into certainty. Then Jeremy’s adoration gaze flashed through his mind—the way it had pushed him further when he’d been about to lose. Was he worried about losing his pride if he didn’t beat Mick… or about losing the way Jeremy looked at him as the strongest man in the world if he did?
He ran a hand over his forehead with a huff. The room felt too quiet and the air too heavy. Then his phone buzzed, briefly lighting the gloom above the nightstand. He frowned slightly, reaching for it. A stack of unread messages from different girls still sat on the screen—“Why didn’t you call me back?” “Where are you?”—and one more, a deliberately provocative photo with “You´re gonna miss this?”, left there just the same. Untouched. But right above them, a new one appeared. Just Jeremy: I hope you’re okay, Kyle.
Kyle stared at the screen as a faint smile tugged at his lips before he could stop it. He frowned right after. He took a moment for himself. Then he texted: Yeah. Come over
Soon after, the door opened quietly, and Jeremy stuck his head in, “Hey,” He whispered, a smile that Kyle mirrored.
“Come in, Jem,” Kyle said from the bed, shirtless, wearing nothing but Blue striped short pajamas low on his hips.
Jeremy closed the door softly. Kyle shifted, making space on the mattress for him. When Jeremy sat next to him, he didn´t ask anything. Then Kyle said, “Jem, I´m tired. Let´s just go to sleep,” and tapped the sheets beside him.
His little pal simply nodded and lay down next to him. Then Kyle shifted, rolling over to reach the bedside lamp, pressing Jeremy into the mattress with his torso for a brief moment. A low grunt escaped him as he flicked the switch off, plunging the room into darkness, before letting himself fall back. Then he felt Jeremy cuddling his head against his chest as he wrapped his muscled arm around his little friend’s narrow shoulders. The knot that had formed in his throat loosened into a sigh. Jeremy´s presence alone bringing a calm back to his senses. His mind jolted—almost afraid of how much Jeremy mattered to him.
Kyle thought, “It’s just… I know I need him to push me if I want to win that eating contest. That’s all.” However, his mind kept racing—like a runaway horse he couldn´t rein in.
He remembered the times he’d teased Jeremy about his unspoken crush on him—sometimes playfully, sometimes almost toying with him. Kyle realized that, despite all that, Jeremy hadn’t pushed back in those moments earlier that day when he’d felt so deeply vulnerable. Jeremy had been nothing but gentle, present—never invasive, never demanding. Just… there. Like now, giving him space in his silence.
Jeremy’s quiet understanding and forgiving nature stirred something in Kyle. There was a kind of strength in that untainted kindness—in a meekness not born of inferiority, but of empathy—one Kyle found himself respecting more than ever, and it softened the guard he was holding without even realizing.
Kyle’s fingers drifted through Jeremy’s hair, caressing a few strands between them. He nudged his cheek lightly against Jeremy’s forehead and stayed there. Then he whispered, “Hey… I´m kinda hungry. Wanna come with me to the kitchen?”
Jeremy gave a small nod against his chest. “Okay”
Kyle carefully pulled his arm free from around Jeremy, “Let´s go”, he said
Jeremy stood up as Kyle pushed himself up with a grunt. The bed dipped under him as he sat up, running a hand over his golden bangs before swinging his legs over the side. Jeremy was already by the bedroom door, waiting, while Kyle stood, and his broad back shifted heavily as he felt around with his foot in the dim light for his flip-flops. Once he slipped into them, he stepped past Jeremy, giving him a light pat on the arm as he went by. Jeremy fell into step behind him as they walked down the hallway.
They reached the stairs, Kyle taking them first, unhurried, his weight making the steps creak softly under him. Jeremy followed close behind, quieter, matching his pace without a word.
At the kitchen doorway, Kyle reached out and flicked the switch. The overhead light buzzed faintly, flickering once… twice… before settling into a steady glow that filled the room.
Kyle stepped in first, already heading for the fridge, “I´m starving”, he muttered as he pulled it open. The cold light spilled over him, outlining the broad shape of his back as he leaned in, scanning the shelves.
Jeremy offered, “Why don´t you just sit, and I’ll make you a proper late-night snack?”
Kyle glanced back at him with an easy grin, “Cool, dude!” He stepped aside, swinging the fridge door wider to give his friend room, “Go ahead!” he added, already turning toward the table and dropping into one of the chairs.
As Jeremy moved around the kitchen, Kyle watched him with a faint smile, leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table with his beefy pecs bunching together. Soon after, Jeremy set a plate down in front of him—a good bunch of thick, homemade sandwiches, loaded with sliced farm meat, sharp cheddar, tomatoes, lettuce, and pickles, each one dripping with a different spread—mustard, mayo, a touch of barbecue sauce—some even glistening with a drizzle of oil—and nudged it a little closer within Kyle’s reach, setting a large glass of water beside it.
“You said you were starving,” Jeremy said. “So this is just a quick appetizer… something to keep you going while I make more.”
Kyle looked down at the plate, nodding with approval as a broad, closed-mouth grin spread across his face. He lifted the top slice of bread, peeking inside, his grin widening at the stacked filling. “Now this is what we´re talking about, Jem”, he said, already reaching for one. A glance up at Jeremy, “Chomp … Damn, man … you don´t mess around… nom … nom”
Jeremy let out a chuckle and turned back to the fridge. He pulled out eggs and a few other things, then reached for the stove, flicking it on with a long lighter. He turned the burner, a low flame catching under the skillet as he dropped in a knob of butter, letting it melt and spread across the pan. He cracked the eggs straight into it, mixing them with bacon and potatoes already heating through. The pan gave off a soft, steady hiss, rising over the low hum of the kitchen as the smell thickened in the air—rich, savory, heavy.
He glanced back for a moment and caught Kyle sitting upright at the table, neck stretched slightly forward, cheeks full as he chewed, eyes fixed on the stove.
A small smile tugged at Jeremy’s lips before he turned back, stirring the pan, adding a handful of shredded cheddar, and folding it through as it melted into the mix.
Kyle kept eating, his pace picking up with each bite. As he neared the end of each sandwich, he shoved the last mouthful in, bigger than the rest, almost like he was clearing the way—making sure he’d be done the second the pan came off the heat.
Jeremy finally turned off the stove and reached for one of the bigger plates. He scooped everything onto it in a generous heap and brought it over just as Kyle was working through his last, oversized mouthful.
He set the plate down in front of him, steam still rising off it, a couple of warm, buttery biscuits tucked along the edge of the plate
"Eat it all up, Kyle"
Kyle straightened up for a moment, giving his stomach a couple of firm pats as he looked down at the plate. “You’re gonna make me stronger, Jem!” Then he grabbed his fork and dug in.
Jeremy refilled Kyle’s glass of water and said, “Well… I don’t cook anywhere near as well as Bertha… and I’ve got no clue about gym diets like Mark…” He gave a small shrug. “But… It’s eggs. It’s protein. Should be good for you, right? Hehe”
Kyle didn’t slow down, already shoveling in a forkful as he spoke, chewing through it with a satisfaction grunt. “Oh, don’t worry, Jem…” he muttered around the mouthful, barely swallowing before going in for another bite, “Me and the dieting don’t belong in the same sentence…” He stabbed into the plate again, dragging up a loaded fork and stuffing it in, jaw working steadily. “All I need is two things…” he mumbled between bites, “good food… and a lot of it.” A grin tugged at his lips as he kept chewing with puffed-up cheeks, “That’s the way to bulk up, dude!”
Jeremy took a sip from his tea with honey and sat next to Kyle as he kept eating. Then he set his cup back onto the small plate with a soft clink. He stayed there for a moment, just watching him. Jeremy rested his cheek against his fist, elbow on the table, his gaze settling on him.
Kyle didn’t look up. He stayed focused on the plate, moving from one bite to the next without a word. Low grunts slipped out between chews, blending with the soft hum of the fridge in the night.
There was no rush to fill the silence. It just… sat there.
Kyle was halfway through his plate when Jeremy said, “It´s kinda crazy… how much you´ve changed.” He paused for a second, “You were already like … swimmer fit before …” A soft smile, “But now you´re just—” He faintly shook his head, “---You´re so huge and strong.” his eyes not leaving him
Kyle lifted his head from the plate for a moment, as a muffled chuckle slipped out. “Yeah… that’s Bertha,” he mumbled. “She just keeps feeding me—always big helpings… seconds… even thirds… then she goes, ‘sweetie, I made this pie with that new recipe… try it,’ and just stands there watching while I end up inhaling the whole thing in one go.”
He swallowed, already shoveling up another forkful. “And Alfred just works me hard…” Kyle gave a playful nod. “Kinda had to get strong just to keep up, Jem!” A short, mused huff, “Guess with a horse-face like mine … they fed me up and worked me like one of their big draft horses! Farm life!”
He glanced at Jeremy. “And now I´ve got you working the night shift for me, huh?”
Jeremy let out a small breath, “I just… wish I’d been here from the start.”
Kyle´s fork slowed. Then stopped. For a second, he didn’t look up—just sat there, staring at the plate, his jaw working through the last bite. The low hum of the fridge settled into the silence, steady, constant. The only thing moving was the thin trail of steam rising from Jeremy’s tea, curling slowly into the air.
Something Kyle had felt before—without ever really putting it into words—clicked into place. Jeremy wasn’t the kind who showed up at the finish line with a grin and a “we made it.” He was the kind who stayed for the whole damn thing… whether Kyle let him in or not.
Kyle swallowed. Then he lifted his eyes to him—no grin this time, just something quieter. “…Yeah.”
A small pause.
“I know.”
Both friends held each other’s gazes, and then Jeremy´s smile came—sweet and unguarded. Something in Kyle eased at the sight of it, taking the edge off the faint, lingering regret from a moment ago and, at the same time, a pull to comfort what Jeremy had carried during his absence, as if Kyle could feel it without it ever really being his.
“I’m not done growing anyway, Jem,” Kyle said as he lifted his arm, rolling his forearm in a full motion that made his bicep swell up—massive—into Jeremy’s view. “There’s still plenty of room to keep bulking up! Just keep feeding me!”
Jeremy let out a soft, almost breathless “Yeah…” Kyle smiled back. Jeremy’s gaze stayed on his bicep, hovering there just for him, radiant—as if Kyle had just brought down the sun for him. It should’ve sounded like a joke—he was already so big, like pushing his size any further was impossible. But it didn’t. Not to Jeremy. The virile passion and conviction in the way Kyle said it made it feel real, like he meant it—something Jeremy simply enjoyed taking in, without needing anything more.
Kyle just got back to his plate, resuming his eating with renewed appetite as Jeremy simply indulged himself in the sight of his big friend putting it away. Finally, repeated clinks of the fork echoed against the plate as Kyle chased down the last big forkful before shoveling it into his mouth. His jaw bobbed as he worked through the heavy mouthful, already reaching for the last piece of buttery biscuit. He dragged it across the plate, wiping up every drop of grease and the last bits, then popped it into his mouth with a satisfied grunt.
Kyle leaned back in his chair as he let out a full moan. A grin spread on his face, “Been a good big boy …” he muttered, voice low and rough from his stomach heavy and satisfied, “Cleaned my plate and everything …”
He gave his belly a couple of firm pats, then glanced up at Jeremy. His grin widening, expectant, “So … what´s for dessert?” A comfy burp going out on its own, “Buuurp---Ghuh.”
Jeremy chuckled, “What about some cookies and muffins?”
Kyle tilted his head slightly, eyeing him, “You forgetting something?”
Jeremy paused, then let out a soft breath, catching on, “Oh—right… butter, jam… maybe some cream cheese too?”
Kyle’s grin spread again, “Yeah…” he said, leaning back, “…but the best part’s you feeding me, Jem.”
A small smile tugged at Jeremy’s lips as he glanced down, a hint of shy enjoyment in it.
“Yeah…” Kyle said, raising his eyebrows with a playful look. “Hand-feeding! I already eat like a horse… might as well be fed like one. Gotta enjoy the full package, right? C’mon!”
Jeremy got up and moved between the pantry and the fridge, gathering cookies and muffins, then setting them on the table alongside butter, jam, and cream cheese. Kyle stayed seated, leaning back against the wall, one arm draped across the back of the chair, the other resting loosely on the table, his legs set wide—opening up space for Jeremy to hand-feed him.
When Jeremy sat in front of him just close enough, Kyle hooked a hand around his friend´s chair and dragged it even closer in one easy pull—right up between his knees, and the hand-feeding began.
Kyle opened his mouth wide, earning a whole pastry from Jeremy in one go. His jaw worked in full strokes, cheeks puffed up, lips pressed tight to keep it all in. Soft, satisfied grunts slipped out between slow, heavy chews while his eyes followed Jeremy’s hands—watching him smooth on butter, drag a layer of jam across it, then finish with a thick spread of cream cheese, building the next mouthful as Kyle was still enjoying the one in his mouth.
Kyle took each bite with unrestrained desire, wrapping his mouth around every cookie, every muffin Jeremy offered, sometimes brushing his fingers with his lips.
After the last bite of the last muffin, a smear of cream cheese clung to Kyle’s three-day stubble beard. Jeremy reached up and wiped it away with his thumb. Kyle closed his eyes for a moment and let out a deep, rough rumble—like a lion at ease, sunk in pure blissful calm.
When Kyle opened his eyes again, his lids hung half-lowered and fixed on his friend. As he stood up, he casually shoved his chair aside with one leg, scraping it out of the way, making room around him for Jeremy.
Then there it was—Kyle's stuffed gut rose to Jeremy´s face level, round, hard, and taut with all its heavy fullness, and yet hovering high, firm and tight like filled up with hot air, heaving with every breath.
Kyle caught Jeremy´s look of awe and grinned, “sandwiches … gone.” A rub around his belly, “Scrambled eggs … packed away”, a couple of proud pats, “Muffings … demolished”, a satisfied grunt, “Cookies … gobbled down … Buuuurp!”
Jeremy’s eyes stayed on Kyle´s big belly and parted lips as he faintly shook his head. “I love when you eat til about to burst, Kyle … so big … so huge … you always look so incredible when you´re stuffed full.”
Kyle´s grin widened, a pleased rumble in his chest, “Yeah… stuffed as fuck … and your big boy’s already looking forward to whatever you feed him next.”
Jeremy blinked with a stunned smile, his gaze moving between Kyle´s face of sluggish bliss and his stomach. Kyle looked down at his stuffed belly, rounded beyond belief, as it stuck out large. He gave it a hearty pat, proud of the firm thud it produced, like a ripe watermelon at its peak. His gut responded with a deep gurgle,
“Fuuuuuuck, I´m huge!” Kyle said, giving it broad rubs. “This is what a real man looks like! Right, Jem?”
His friend could only nod. Kyle´s heart swelled with pride as he saw Jeremy´s eyes running all over his belly. He stepped closer, letting all his fresh fullness distend his gut without any hold—offering up all his size and roundness for Jeremy´s hands.
When Jeremy worked Kyle’s stomach with ample rubs, tracing its plump, swelling curves of fullness, Kyle let his back fall against the wall with a thump and closed his eyes—low, pleading moans rolling out of his chest with every slow pass of Jeremy’s hands, begging for more.
As Jeremy’s fingers slid through the golden-blond hair of Kyle’s belly, rustling softly with every stroke, his expression shifted—as if his senses and mind had left the kitchen and wandered into vast golden wheat fields within Elysium itself, letting his hands drift through the ripe stalks as they whispered around his fingers.
At the soft, enveloping brush of Jeremy’s hands, Kyle’s lids hung heavy, and his jaw loosened with a moan as he let his head fall back in pleased surrender. Then Kyle murmured, “Ohhh, that belly rub hits just right after a day of liftin’ and eatin’… Keep goin’, Jem.” His senses wholly wrapped in the blissful haze of Jeremy´s touch.
But suddenly, he felt Jeremy’s hand slip away. Kyle tipped his head down and caught Jeremy pressing his lips tight as if to repress a laugh, his amused eyes fixed lower—below the round mound of his belly. Only then did Kyle get self-conscious about how boldly his bulge pushed against the tightened fabric of his pajama shorts. His hands flew to his underbelly with a sharp slap as he strained out an uneasy groan.
“Uuuuuuffffff … Fuck!”
To be continued.