Jack sat down after his long work out, his muscles sore and sweaty. He
wiped the towel over his face, then down his chest to his six pack. Man he
was starving. He got up and walked over to the locker room to shower. He
changed into his tight fitting black T-shirt and jeans. "Man, I love the
way these show off my pecs, my ass doesn't look too bad either," he told
himself.
He opened the door to his Firebird and sat down. He turned on the ignition
and pulled out, the headlights beams washed against the asphalt. He popped
in some Will Smith, rolled down the window, and drummed against the steering
wheel.
"What's open at this time of night? McDonald's is on the other side of
town... so's Taco bell... Wendy's is too ... why do I live in Hyde Park?
Hey, what's that place... 'Sherri's All Night Dinner,' never heard of it,"
he thought. He quickly turned the wheel and headed into the parking lot.
No one else was there, but the "open" sign was on. He walked in and waited
at the hostesses podium. He waited, looked around then called, "Hello?
Anybody here?"
"Hi!" He saw a young women step out from the kitchen. "Sorry, I'm the
only one here this time of night. My name is Sherri. Follow me."
She grabbed a menu from the podium and walked quickly over to a table for
two of by the Kitchen. He sat down and leaned back to stretch, just to show
off his muscles, but she didn't seem to notice. She handed him a menu and
stood patiently for his drink order.
"Time to show off," he thought.
"I'll have a two burgers, fries and a milkshake."
Her eyebrows arched at this. "Be right back sweetie." She played with the
pen tip at the corner of her smile.
"Good going Jack, you got her, but now you have to go to the gym tomorrow,"
he mumbled under his breath.
She ran out with the milk shake, at least a liter. "How am I supposed to
drink all that?!"
"Here ya go," she winked and walked off into the kitchen.
He started to gulp down the shake, man he was filling up fast, and there's
still two burgers to go. Just then, she stepped out with two burgers, each
were at least half a pound. And a heap of french fries.
"Uh-oh, you're gonna need to spend the next week in the gym."
She gracefully unloaded the food, then sat down at in the chair across from
him with an iced tea.
"I hope you don't mind, I just need a little rest," she said with another
glance at her pearly whites.
"Sure thing," his cock hardened.
"I'm gonna need to eat it all now, that's for sure."
He began to eat the burgers, bite by bite, then he'd pause and gulp down
some milk shake. "Man I'm getting full" She still sat there attentively,
nursing her iced tea.
"I hope you like it, I love feeding men,"
His cock was so hard, he swore it would tear his pants open.
"I especially love body builders with a lil' belly"
"Oh my God, I've got to eat this now!"
He went to take his next bite, but there was nothing there, he ate it all
with her encouragement.
"Oh... I guess that's all," she looked away disappointed.
"No! I've gotta do something!"
"You have any more food?"
Her eyes shined, within seconds, there was food, and lots of it. He
started eating, but the pressure slowed him down. She came over and started
to rub his shoulders. He almost cummed in his pants.
"All gone!" she grinned. "Now it's time for dessert!"
He almost choked on the last remnants of food as she unzipped his tight
pants and peeled off his black shirt in a swift motion. Then she began to
suckle at his cock. It didn't take long for him to cum.
One year later...
Jack sat up in bed and heaved himself to his feet, careful not to disturb
his wife, Sherri. He stretched on his 42 pants and his XXL shirt and went
into the bathroom. He stood on the scale, but he couldn't see the number,
he didn't want to have to wake up Sherri to check it-
"You're not as quiet as you used to be," she said from the doorway with a
wry smile. She walked over and read out the measurement, "307, great job
hun!"
He couldn't see it, but he didn't think she was checking his weight
anymore. She put him into a world of ecstasy...