Cake

- Today you and I will cook a special dish, — the man hugged the fragile young man, with visible pleasure running his hands along his thin waist lower to the elastic ass. — I’ve already prepared everything. In the spacious kitchen, where he invited his new lover, there was a large table that occupied almost half of the room, and on it were crowded bowls of sliced fruits, berries and a dozen large cooking syringes. Already filled with different ingredients. - Cake? — naively suggested the kid. - Sort of, — Guo partner replied evasively, smiling. “You trust me, don’t you?” Did you have time to prepare? The young man nodded. Of course, he trusted this charismatic comrade, whom he had recently met, but he had already managed to get several gorgeous orgasms. In addition, the man, without any questions, let him into his house to live for a while while the boy deals with work and housing. And of course, the boy prepared for the meeting by thoroughly washing everything he needed. The young man’s name was Tom and he dreamed of becoming a professional dancer one day. His figure was suitable: slender, even a little skinny, long legs and, importantly, he was very pretty. The man with whom he settled, Jeff, was on the contrary strong and tall at the same time, wore long hair, which he gathered in a ponytail and always preferred a business suit from clothes. Tom didn’t know exactly what Jeff was doing at work, but he thought he was probably some important office boss. There was something bossy about the image of his patron. Jeff threw off his jacket, remaining in his shirt and rolled up the sleeves, exposing strong tanned arms. Then he got rid of the T-shirt to the kid, explaining that it was necessary. Today the main dish will be his slender dancer. Tom still didn’t understand anything, but he rather liked the game and then jeans fell to the floor, and then underwear. - Will you spread cream on me? — the young man asked playfully, snuggling up to his partner. - Better, — Jeff kissed the boy, lifting him up on the countertop and feeling him eagerly wrapping his legs around him. The kisses went down the thin neck to the sharp collarbones. — I’ll fill you with them. Something inside Tom trembled, but he had already set foot on the path of arousal and could not just turn away from it until he got satisfaction. Let his patron satisfy his little fetish today, and Tom will find something to recoup next time. But before continuing the game, the man quickly put on an apron and took the boy off the table, asking him to bend down and lean his elbows on the table top to make it more convenient. He lasciviously stuck out his ass, knowing that there would be preparation now and was not mistaken. Jeff used lubricant, treating the hole with his fingers and additionally rubbed the boy with a delicious-smelling cream, paying special attention to the sides and stomach. - If you like it, I’m ready to take you for maintenance, — the man said hotly, feeling himself turned on only from anticipation. And no wonder, the boy was so touchingly thin that I wanted to fill him with just one look and the contrast must be amazing. - I can’t wait anymore, — the young man arched seductively, using all his charm, because he really couldn’t wait for everything to start. His fingers only teased him. Jeff put a slice of pear into Tom’s mouth, which was slightly open from desire, so that he could occupy this very mouth and took the first syringe, carefully inserting a long nose into the boy’s ass. He moaned, feeling how he was beginning to fill up from the inside along with how his patron was pressing on the piston. But at the same time, it was a little scary, because there are a dozen of such syringes here and each has at least a liter, how much is this office boss in a shirt going to pour into it? And yet there are some fruits and he’s going to shove it all up his ass? - You’ll make a great cake, don’t worry, — Jeff said affectionately, taking up the next syringe. He deliberately did everything slowly and without haste, giving the ingredients time to be conveniently distributed through the insides of the partner. The syringes were not exactly cream, but a special foamed gel, quite light and fluid, allowing you to pour it as much as you want. Tom’s stomach began to gradually increase, adding a little with each breath, and despite the lightness of the gel, the boy still felt his belly getting heavier. Jeff periodically stroked him, controlling the degree of filling and of course enjoying the result, causing new sweet moans of the partner. After pouring the fifth liter, the man could not resist and straightened the boy, hugging him from behind and stroking his round tummy with both hands. - I want more, — Tom said through groans, guiding the patron’s hands and forcing him to squeeze himself harder. Jeff gently laid him on the table, spreading the boy’s knees wider and continued, watching him stroke himself and slowly increase. The place inside him was running out, I had to put some effort to pump the gel and the man continued until he finally overflowed, becoming perfectly round and elastic. To prevent the gel from leaking out ahead of time, the patron deftly drove the cork and slightly leaned on top, settling between the boy’s legs and hugging him. Tom was exhausted, his insides swollen beyond measure pressed on his diaphragm, making it difficult to breathe, but he still wanted more. Jeff picked up his culinary work of art, forcing him to sit down and enjoying its pliability. The guy became like a bloated doll, overcome with overcrowding and excitement, his gaze became languid and blurred, like a drunk. - Let’s finish, — the man said, shoving strawberries into his slightly open, moist mouth. The boy’s stomach rested against him, but Tom greedily swallowed the fruit, stuffing himself even more. Jeff himself could barely contain himself, sometimes interrupting the feeding with kisses and stroking the tight side that bulged under the clearly visible ribs. He wanted to fill Tom to the brim, so much so that he could not not only breathe, but also stopped thinking. Which, however, was not far from the guy’s current position. The boy swallowed the last pieces with difficulty, but he mastered everything that the man had prepared for him and sat back full, leaning on his elbows. His stomach rumbled pitifully and the guy felt like an overflowing jug, which should only be tilted a little and everything would spill. But the way the swollen womb was heaving up delighted and frightened at the same time. - I can’t take me anymore… take me, — the young man demanded, sweating under kisses and caresses, demanding squeezing his partner with his knees, but he was so big and heavy that he wanted to cry from helplessness. The huge belly made it difficult even to bend and all the boy could do was moan plaintively and beg the patron to take him immediately right here on the table so gorged and clumsy. Jeff took pity, quickly getting rid of his clothes and deftly replaced the plug in his partner’s ass with his penis, which had been standing in his pants for a long time. The crowded boy was cramped and hot, he squeezed his ass with all his might to hold the gel and this only added to the pleasure. The man also did not forget about Tom’s penis, squeezing it with his free hand and not restraining his own hot moans. From each push, the boy swayed heavily and did not stop asking to enter him again and again, until the tension of both reached a peak and the man poured into the partner, achieving the same from Tom. - You’re the best, — Jeff squeezed the young man in his arms, kissing his neck and biting his earlobe. — I don’t want to let you go. - You really like it, don’t you? — Tom forced the man to stroke his elastic stomach and waited for an embarrassed nod, slyly squinted. — me too. He clumsily slid off the table, holding his heavy belly and wearily moved to a chair. My legs were still shaking, and not only from sex, but also from the unusual weight. - But I don’t want to be a kept woman, remember, because I won’t always walk like this, — the boy set his condition. — Let’s save it for a special occasion. Jeff agreed without bargaining, he would have agreed to any conditions, if only this roomy boy would stay with him.