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.