Dinner to Go: Sam and Roy Hook-up
By: Giantguy

DINNER TO GO The bus jerked to a stop. “Lunch stop,” the driver drawled. “Everbody get on out now.”

Roy blinked his eyes in the bright sunlight pouring through the dusty windows of the Greyhound bus. He could see they had stopped at a diner attached to a small motel. Didn’t look like much.

Roy heaved his six foot four, 250 pound frame up out of his seat, letting everyone else go ahead of him. Damn, he was cramped up. He’d been on the bus for a couple of days, just on a trip through the Southwest to no place in particular. He rubbed his hand through his reddish goatee as he stepped down out of the bus, and strolled over to the diner.

It looked like a typical greasy spoon. The few booths were now filled, as well as all the seats at the counter, with the bus riders who had scrambled off first. Damn. He was going to have to wait for a seat. He noticed one mid- forty-ish man sitting by himself at a table, paging through a newspaper, and digging in to a gigantic plate of steak. Well, here goes nothing.

“Uh, ‘scuse me, mind if I take this seat? Kinda full up in here.”

The man looked up at him, stared for a second, then stood up to make room for Roy to squeeze past him to the other seat against the wall. As he stood up, Roy noticed he had to be two inches taller at least, and probably hit 300 pounds. He had a sizable beer belly, salt and pepper hair shaved short, and a long black mustache hanging down to his strong jaw.

The man didn’t say anything, but dropped back down in the chair with a grunt, picked up his newspaper and dug in.

Roy ordered a double cheeseburger, fries and a beer from the frazzled waiter, and sat trying to read headlines off the front of the other man’s paper. The diner was buzzing with conversation, as the people who had made friends on the bus talked over their meals. Roy and the burly man were silent except for the rustle of pages and the clank of the man’s fork as he tore into his steak.

“So… whereabouts are we? You staying here? Looks like the middle of nowhere.” Roy ventured.

The man just turned another page and said shortly, “I’m here to eat.”

“Looks like you do that pretty good, from the size of you.” Roy answered, a little irritated. No reason for this guy to be an asshole.

The guy slowly put his paper down, staring at Roy with his hard eyes. “You’re pretty big yourself.”

Roy stuck his chin out defensively. “So we both like our food.”

The other man grinned then. “You sure could say that.” He thrust one work roughened hand across the table. “Name’s Sam.”

“Roy.” Roy felt Sam’s powerful grip as they shook hands. There had to be a lot of muscle under Sam’s bulk.

“So then Roy, where exactly you headed?”

“Don’t know. Just got on a bus headed west. Looking for something new. Done a lot of construction work, I can pick up something pretty much anywhere I go.”

Sam nodded sagely. “I’m in the same line. Been stopped here for a little while. Owner’s a friend of mine, been doing a little work around here for him.”

Roy gestured through the diner window to the harsh landscape – dry, cracked desert plains leading to purplish gray mountains. “Who the hell comes out here, anyway?”

Sam leaned forward a little, resting his meaty forearms on the table. “This here is right on the border of the national park. You got all kinds going up in there – hikers, campers, rock climbers. A lot of them stay here before they head on in. They do a good business.”

Roy looked out to the mountains. “Looks like pretty rough country.”

“It is, it sure is. Real tough. Some of them head in there unprepared, and they don’t all come out.”

Roy looked around. Sure enough, the people in the diner who weren’t part of the bus group all looked to be hiker types, young guys with overstuffed backpacks, out to see as much of the country as they could.

“’Kay folks, get your stuff, head on back out, we got to get moving in five minutes.” The bus driver clapped his hands. “Chop chop, let’s get a move on.”

Roy shrugged. “Well, that’s me.” He picked up his almost- untouched burger, and shoved it in his mouth in one huge bite. He’d gotten used to wolfing his food down on the go, and could swallow just about anything. He followed it by draining his beer, pushing back from the table and standing up in the cramped space.

He expected Sam to move again to let him out, but Sam just leaned back in his chair, sizing him up. “Now, what do you want to go climbing back on that bus for? You said you don’t have no place to get to. You ought to stay around here for a while, kick back and see the sights.”

“I think I’ve seen all there is to see here.”

Sam chuckled. “Oh, I don’t know about that. Suit yourself, though.” He took a gulp of his own beer, stood up and moved aside. As he did, he let out a wet, satisfied belch. Roy felt a belch of his own ready to bust out – damn, it was like burping was contagious, like the hiccups.

“Brrraaaaaaap” The two men belched together, chuckling and laughing at the sound of it. Roy looked out the window where the people were lined up, getting back on the bus.

“Well damn. Maybe I could use a couple days off that bus, get the crick out of my neck.”

Sam clapped him on the shoulder. “There ya go. You’ll have a great time. I just bet ya.”

About a half an hour later, Roy was fiddling with the lock to his new room. He pushed the door open, swung his duffelbag from his shoulder to the floor, and looked around. Pretty basic – a bed that sagged a little, a TV and a small table and chair in the corner. Fine for a couple of days. Maybe he’d go hiking, or see if anybody was going to take a drive up into the mountains. Sam had talked to the manager, and used his connection with the owner to pull a bargain rate for “my old buddy Roy here.”

Roy pulled the curtains open. The motel was arranged in an L shape, with rooms all in a row. He was in the short end of the L, looking down the row of doors that were in the long part of the L, leading to the diner which was straight ahead across the parking lot. Most of the rooms were full with hikers or climbers spending the night before they headed into the desert early in the morning.

“Some of them come back every year, some of them twice or three times,” the grizzled man who managed the place had told him. “And some of them are damn fools, don’t know what the hell they’re doing. We’ve had a couple just the past few weeks, go out there and don’t make it back. Think they know it all, some of these kids.” He punctuated his speech by spitting his tobacco juice. Roy grinned and nodded, taking his room key and signing the register.

Roy fished in his pocket for change. There was a soft drink machine at the other end of the motel, be good to get something cool. He headed out, bumping into Sam who was coming out of his room next door at the same time.

“Hey, the room is great. Thanks for working that deal for me.”

“Any time. Not a problem.”

“Hey,” Roy said, “You going to grab some dinner later or what?”

A strange look came over Sam’s face for a second. “Might just get something to go, bring it back to the room. Getting kinda tired.”

Roy picked up the hint. “Right. Well, if my TV is too loud or anything, just let me know. See you tomorrow maybe.” He went striding down the concrete walkway to the drink machine, leaving Sam behind him, watching.

Roy ended up doing just what Sam had said – he got the diner guy to pack up another burger for him, and he came back to his room to watch some TV and get to sleep early. He flipped through the channels – there wasn’t a hell of a lot on. After a while, he turned off the TV, and pulled the curtains open a little, turning his room light off and just staring at the incredibly clear night sky, with an almost-full moon rising against a backdrop of a hundred million stars.

He heard some talking and laughter approaching, sounding like whoever it was might be a little drunk from how loud they were talking. He squinted into the darkness, trying to see by the light coming from the diner. It was Sam and a smaller man, wiry, one of the many hikers from what Roy could make out. He and Sam were laughing, stumbling a little, Sam with his arm around the shorter man’s shoulders, leaning down like he was telling a dirty story to a buddy.

Roy stepped back from the window. So Sam went to the diner after all. No big deal. He’d done him a favor getting him the room cheap. Didn’t need to be his tour guide, too.

He heard the sound of Sam’s door closing, and he could hear the murmur of conversation and then the blare of the TV coming through the thin wall.

Roy stripped his jeans off, and lay back on his bed in his underwear, closing his eyes even though he was far from sleepy. His belly grumbled a little, digesting the greasy burger. He rubbed his stomach, feeling the trail of hair spread across it. Damn, maybe he just needed to jack off, that was probably why he was feeling so restless. He reached down to his boxers, rubbing his hand across the bulge of his cock, feeling it start to swell, slowly getting harder and thicker.

The voices were getting a little louder from Sam’s room, but Roy still couldn’t make out what they were saying. He tried to ignore them, squeezing his cock through his worn boxers.

CRASH. Roy’s eyes shot open. There was a sound from Sam’s room like the table had fallen over, or maybe even the TV. Were they that drunk? Maybe they were fighting. Should he go and see? He lay still, breathing hard, cock stretching up to its full hardness in his hand. He listened … all he could hear now was a low grunting sound.

Maybe they weren’t fighting. Maybe they were doing something else.

His cock started to leak precum. He didn’t figure Sam for the kind who would mess around with men, but you could never tell what some guys would do. Roy had had his share of experiences, being on a work site in the middle of nowhere, with just your buddies around to help you get off.

Roy started jacking his cock, picturing what Sam might look like fucking the hiker guy, listening to the guttural groans that were coming through the wall. In a few minutes, he was blowing a wad across his belly. He fell asleep, the cum still sticky across his stomach, covering his fist and his cock.

He woke up later, his mouth dry. What time was it? Had to be the middle of the night – the moon was still out. He reached for the can of soda. Empty. Dammit. Roy heaved himself out of bed, scratching at the dried cum covering his belly. He pulled his jeans on. Didn’t need his shirt, he was just going to go grab a couple more sodas, who was gonna see him?

He padded down the walkway, the concrete cold against his bare feet, the air still warm, even this late at night. He punched the buttons of the soda machine, and gulped one down as soon as it came rolling out the slot. Man, he was so dried out. He bought two more, and then headed back to his room. As he came down the walkway, he could see a little light coming from Sam’s room. The curtains were open about six inches, and it looked like the bathroom light was on, silhouetting everything in the room. He didn’t want to spy, but…

Roy came up to Sam’s window, ready to jump back and dive into his room if anybody saw him. He looked in – the faint light from the bathroom was enough for him to see pretty well. Damn – something must have been going on for sure – there were clothes spread everywhere. No sign of the hiker guy… but there was Sam, laid out bareass naked on his bed, snoring.

Roy just stared. Not only because Sam had his fist wrapped around one of the biggest, fattest cocks Roy had ever seen, but because Sam looked enormous. His beer belly was swollen massively – Roy was sure it had to be three times bigger than when he first saw Sam in the diner. It was huge and distended as though it were inflated like a beachball – damn, what the hell did he have for dinner?

Sam shifted, mumbling in his sleep, rubbing his hand across his gargantuan gut. Roy could hear an incredibly loud gurgling groan come from Sam’s belly – no wonder, with how he’d been packing it away. He stepped slowly back from the window, and opened the door to his own room. He slipped off his jeans and got into bed. He fell asleep quickly, the image of Sam lying with his swollen belly burned into his brain.

Roy didn’t see Sam much the following day – his curtains were drawn shut all the way, and there was no answer when Roy tapped tentatively at his door. Roy talked to a couple of guys in the diner during breakfast who were driving up into the mountains for the day, inviting him to go along. They had a good time, trading war stories as they drove the narrow roads, looking down into the desert valley… but the whole day, Roy couldn’t get the image of Sam out of his head.

When they got back near dusk, Roy saw Sam in the office, talking with the manager. Sam gave a salute through the window as Roy went by. Hell – now he looked the same as when he’d first laid eyes on him – a definite beer gut, but not as gigantic as it had been the night before. Maybe it just looked bigger, seeing him naked. Roy shook his head. He had to stop thinking about it.

Roy debated eating in his room again that night, but decided to head into the diner and see if his new friends were there. It was almost empty – but in one booth sat Sam and what looked like another hiker – a guy in his late twenties, with that lean and rangy look that most of the hikers had. Sam waved him over.

“Hey buddy. Didja have a good time today? Come on and join us, we’re just having some beers and shooting the shit. This here is – what’s your name again buddy?”

“Kirk.”

“Right. Kirk. Kirk here is heading up to the mountains tomorrow, and he ain’t never been around here. Just giving him the lay of the land.”

Roy nodded. “Sounds good. You guys eating or just drinking? I’m starving.”

Sam took another swig of his beer. “Go ahead and get something buddy, I’m gonna eat later I think.”

Probably still full from the fuckin’ buffalo you must’ve had for dinner last night, Roy thought.

“Tell you what guys, I’m just going to eat on my own, read the paper. I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Suit yourself,” Sam chuckled, motioning to the waiter to bring another round of beers.

Roy slipped into an empty booth a couple of spots down from Sam and Kirk. He found a copy of the local paper on the counter, and paged through it while he waited for his dinner.

Nothing much going on around here … a report of the last few missing hikers, like the manager had said … a reminder to the public about the dangers of going unprepared into the desert, the usual shit.

Roy’s steak finally arrived. As he started in, he saw Sam and Kirk stagger up out of their booth, Sam pulling a crumpled wad of bills out of his jeans and throwing them on the table. They headed out, Sam clapping Kirk on the back, both of them laughing.

Damn, Roy thought. Maybe he picks up a different one of ‘em every night. No wonder he’s been sticking around this place.

He read the rest of the paper, catching up on sports scores as he finished his gristly overdone steak. Finally he pushed back, drained his cup of coffee, and got to his feet. Time for bed. He’d maybe stay one more day, then it would be time to get back on the bus and see what else there was further down the road.

He stopped by the soda machine and used the rest of his spare change to buy a couple more, in case he woke up with dry mouth again. He was shuffling along, looking up at the full moon as he walked, so he didn’t see the light coming from Sam’s room until he was almost right on top of it.

The curtains were closed, but the flickering light of the TV was coming from the sides where the curtains didn’t quite meet the edge of the window. Roy turned the key in his door lock, and glanced over as a flash of light caught his eye.

He stopped dead in his tracks. Standing at his door, he could see right into Sam’s room through an inch-wide gap at the edge of the curtain. And what he saw made his breath stop for a second.

Sam had Kirk’s naked body in his arms… well, part of Kirk’s body. The part that wasn’t already halfway down Sam’s massively stretched throat.

Sam’s jaw was dislocated and stretched down to his chest, his lips stretched around Kirk’s narrow waist, as he gulped him slowly down headfirst. Sam was rubbing his hands across the bare cheeks of Kirk’s ass, reaching down every once in a while to stroke his own powerfully hard cock. Sam grabbed Kirk’s thighs, and pushed him a little further into his mouth, gulping hard.

Roy was transfixed. He’d never seen anything like this, never imagined it, never thought it could be possible. But it was happening right in front of his eyes.

Sam was swallowing faster now, Kirk’s legs protruding from his mouth from the knee down. Sam was breathing hard, in and out through his nose, as he leaned back, putting both fists around his cock and stroking hard. Roy could see the veins standing out in his neck as he gulped, his tongue pushing out from between his lips, pulling Kirk in the rest of the way, licking and slurping his strong, lean calves.

Finally only Kirk’s bare feet were sticking out from Sam’s lips. He closed his eyes, pounding even harder on his swollen cock, and then gulped hard. Kirk’s feet slid down into Sam’s mouth, as his cock erupted, splattering thick cum everywhere, across his belly, again bloated beyond belief.

Roy stared, sweat dripping down into his eyes, his own cock painfully hard in his jeans. Sam let out a huge sigh which became a long, rolling belch. His gut was pushed out, swollen to an enormous size. Roy was almost shaking watching Sam lay back, milking the last drops of cum out of his cock, rubbing a hand across his gut.

SPFFFFFSSSSSSS! One of the sodas slipped from Roy’s grasp, and landed on the concrete, bursting open and spraying cola with a loud, long hiss. Roy looked down – when he looked back up, Sam’s eyes were locked with his. He’d been seen.

They seemed to stay like that forever – time stopped as Sam’s gaze burned into Roy’s eyes, searching, threatening. Then Sam slowly raised one hand and crooked his finger at Roy. Come here, he was saying.

Roy stood frozen. What the fuck was going to happen now? What the fuck did he just see. He took one step, and felt a wetness in his jeans. Fuck – he had almost soaked them completely through with precum. Sam barked at him.

“Get the FUCK in here. NOW.”

Roy stepped to Sam’s door. The knob turned – it was unlocked. He opened the door quickly and stepped in, closing it behind him. He stood there, still staring at Sam in the flickering light of the TV, laid out naked, belly huge, cock still up and dripping.

They kept staring at each other. Finally Sam broke the silence, his voice raspy and hard.

“So… now you’ve seen something you maybe shouldn’tve seen. What the fuck do you got to say for yourself.”

Roy gulped once, his mouth and throat dry as the desert. The words were out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying.

“Show me how.”

Sam looked back at him. He grinned.

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