Fair Share: Roy and Sam Share A Meal
By: Giantguy

Joe drained his coffee cup and looked around for the waitress. The clock over the counter said 1:30 AM. Probably time to call it a night, pay the check and head out to the truck and try and get a couple hours sleep before sunup. He dug a couple of bucks out of his worn jeans, thumping his beer gut and letting out a satisfied belch.

“Uuuhhhhhrrrp.” It was louder than he thought. He looked around, a grin on his stubbly face as he heard somebody thumping on their table in approval. He saw two guys at one of the tables, both scooted back a little in their chairs to make room for their beer bellies. One grinned and gave him a thumbs up, and the other one, a late 40ish looking guy with salt and pepper hair just opened his mouth and let out an even bigger belch.

“uuUUUUUUhhhhhrp.” The guy rubbed his round gut proudly, wiping the back of his hand across his cropped beard. His buddy, looking a few years younger with a reddish goatee, gulped some air, trying to bloat up for a big belch to match. Joe watched them, just staring. This was obviously some kind of regular challenge they had. Joe thought of the belch contests he’d had with his own drinking buddies – some fuckin good times.

The younger of the two kept swallowing air... finally with a wide grin he opened his throat and blared out a raspy belch. “uuuUUUUUuuhhhhhh.” Joe couldn’t help himself, and laughed and clapped a little.

“Way to go, man,” he called over to the two guys. He fished out some more change for the check, laying it down on the counter, and got to his feet. He pulled his pack of Winstons out of his shirt pocket, and ambled outside to have a smoke.

He was about halfway through his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the cold night air, when the bell on the diner door jangled. He saw the two big guys come out, slapping each other on the back, talking low about something. Man, he could tell they were built like tanks when they were sitting down, but he didn’t realize how tall they were. Joe was six feet, but the two of them had to be six four or six five at least, taller in their thick boots. The older one had a belly which jutted out hard and round, some salt and pepper hair curling up out of his open shirt. The redhaired one caught sight of Joe, and came over to him, hand stretched out.

Joe clenched his ciggie in his teeth and reached out to shake the guy’s hand. The guy pumped his hand in a firm grip, and opened his mouth – just letting out another belch. Joe laughed. The guy grinned.

“Hey buddy – how’s it going tonight?” the guy said. “I’m Roy, this here’s my buddy Sam. Good to meet another bud who likes his food.”

Joe threw down his cigarette and stubbed it out. “Joe. Yeah, always like a big meal. Guess you can tell that,” he chuckled, thumping his gut again.

“Oh yeah, us too,” Roy said, grinning. The flickering neon of the truckstop diner sign reflected red over both Roy and Sam, who were looking Joe up and down, the look on their faces almost a smirk. Joe felt a little quiver in his gut and his dick moved in his jeans – it made him nervous, but a little excited too. He’d had his share of truckstop fucks ... but never a pair of guys ... he’d have to be careful, make sure he was reading the signals right.

“So where you headed, buddy?” Sam said, his thumbs in his belt loops, pulling the waistband of his pants out a little.

“Aww, got to pick up my next load tomorrow – hitting the road early, got a ways to go.”

“Us too. Working construction, heading out to a big job. Been on the road the last couple days, had to stop, just too damn hungry.”

Joe nodded his head toward the diner. “Yeah, I come here when I pass this way. Crappy food, but it’ll fill ya up. Give ya fucking gas like you wouldn’t believe, blows you up like a fucking balloon.”

Roy laughed. “Yeah, I believe it.” He leaned in, giving Joe a soft jab in the gut. “Makes this gut double size I bet.”

Joe laughed too, feeling himself start to sweat a little as his dick began to harden. Fuck, he was horny. “Double size sounds about right.”

Sam thrust his belly out a little. “Happens to us all the time. Bet you wouldn’t believe how big they can get.”

“Well, you guys are pretty fucking massive already. Bet you got to eat a hell of a lot more than I do.”

Roy and Sam just looked at each other and grinned.

The three of them stood there for a minute, just breathing in the cold air, seeing the occasional lights go by on the dark highway. Finally Joe figured he’d take a risk, make a move. Hell, what did he have to lose?

“So, how early you guys heading out? Got my rig over there ... room in there if you want to stretch out a little ...” There was a silence. Shit, Joe thought. Hope they don’t get the wrong idea.

Sam smirked a little, raising one brow. “Three of us big guys all fit in there? That’s something I’d like to see.” He slapped Joe on the shoulder. “Let’s check it out.”

Joe breathed a sigh of relief. He led the pair over to his rig, their boots clomping on the asphalt. He climbed up, kicking off his boots before he crawled in. The other two unlaced their boots and pulled them off, too. “OK guys, follow me.”

The little sleeping area was a lot of room for Joe when he was by himself, but every square inch of space was filled with the bulk of Roy and Sam on either side.

“Nice,” Roy said. He was wedged in, his head down toward’s Joe’s feet. Joe was lying on his side, with Sam behind him. He could feel Sam’s round gut pressing against his back. Fuck, he was fully hard now. He could feel the tension in the air, like something was about to happen.

Sam wrapped one beefy arm around him, his breath blowing hot, ruffling Joe’s hair. He reached down slowly till he wrapped his fist around Joe’s dick through the denim of his jeans.

“Looks like you got got a little problem there buddy,” Sam growled. Joe just nodded, his throat dry. He felt Sam’s gut gurgling behind him as the massive man pressed in closer. “Maybe we can help you out.”

Sam expertly worked Joe’s belt buckle, pulling his fly open and releasing his cock. He pulled at Joe’s shirt, the buttons popping off as he literally ripped the worn cotton from Joe’s body.

“Hey...” Joe said weakly. He was breathing harder, unbelievably turned on. Roy was busy too, pulling Joe’s socks off and maneuvering his jeans down his thick legs and off. In just a couple of minutes, the two still-clothed men had stripped him completely. Their body heat was making the air thick in the confined space. Joe felt his pulse pounding in his head, his cock almost painfully hard. Roy brushed against it, and Joe jumped. He felt like he was about to pass out.

Sam leaned down close, his whiskers bristly against Joe’s ear. “Making us hungry, buddy... real hungry.”

Joe felt a warm wetness on his toes. He looked down and saw Roy sinking his mouth onto Joe’s right foot, his eyes closed as he slurped his toes in. Damn... Joe had one buddy who liked jacking off when he felt Joe’s feet, but he’d never had anybody actually lick his feet before. It felt pretty fucking great. He heard Sam whispering.

“MMm yeah, buddy. Now take a little more...”

Roy grabbed Joe’s other foot by the ankle, and opened his mouth like he was yawning. His jaw stretched ... and stretched some more ... till he was able to fit his mouth over both of Joe’s feet. Joe stared ... how the fuck could he do that? Roy groaned with hunger as he sank his wide mouth over Joe’s feet, slurping them in up to the ankle.

Joe tried to catch his breath, trying to keep from blacking out. He heard a wet popping and cracking sound behind him. He turned, trying to see over his shoulder. His heart began pumping adrenalin, a chill going through his whole body: he saw Sam opening his mouth wide, his jaw dropping down to his chest, his grin opening into a gaping maw almost two feet wide. Before Joe had time to think, Sam wrapped his hands around Joe’s chest from behind, pulling him towards him, and lowering his mouth over the top of Joe’s head.

Joe felt Sam’s enormous, wide tongue moving down the back of his head, helping to pull him into his throat. He felt Sam’s distended lips moving down over his face, sliding over his eyes and blacking out his vision.

At the same time, he could feel the tight wet ring of Roy’s lips advancing up his legs, over his calves, over his knees. His heart was pumping wildly, his brain racing. Holy fuck ... they were swallowing him whole ... from both ends! How could they be doing this? He tried to struggle, but he was already held firmly in their grip in the tiny space.

Sam and Roy shifted around, turning over in the small space, pushing forward with their throats, engulfing Joe deeper and deeper. The sound of their grunting echoed off the walls as they strained to swallow him.

Joe was close to passing out, but he could feel his legs sliding down Roy’s throat, his tongue probing against his buttcheeks as Roy’s lips advanced to his crotch. His dick was swollen, standing out hard as a rock.

Sam braced his legs against the wall, bearing down hard, his lips pushing down over Joe’s chest, over his belly, Joe’s arms trapped at his sides, pinned by Sam’s powerful mouth. Joe squirmed, being gulped simultaneously by two big-bellied bulls. He could feel Sam and Roy’s lips almost meeting, Roy’s mustache brushing against his hard cock.

Sam made one last lunge, his bearded lips pressing against Joe’s stiff prick, his mouth meeting Roy’s. Roy and Sam reached their arms out, grabbing each other’s shoulders. Roy opened his eyes, locking eyes with Sam, staring him down with a challenge. Their tongues worked, pulling at Joe, probing through his meaty buttcrack, trying to pull him down one throat or another. Joe could feel tremendous suction at both ends as each man tried mightily to swallow him. The friction was building on his cock as their lips rubbed together, until he couldn’t stand it any longer.

Ropes of cum began spurting out of Joe’s cock, spraying between Roy and Sam’s lips. Sam grunted, his own cock erupting in his jeans. He grabbed hold of Roy’s shoulders more tightly, and again braced his legs against the wall. He widened his lips, managing to suck in a little air.

As Sam took down gulps of air, Joe revived a little. He could feel himself wedged almost all the way down Sam’s gullet, his toes almost all the way down Roy’s. He felt a pressure building as Sam pulled in more and more air, Sam’s belly beginning to bloat.

Sam pushed with his legs, feeling the enormous pressure in his gut. He let out a massive belch as he grabbed on to Roy.

“uUUUuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURrrrrph” he roared as Joe began to slide out of his throat, pushed by the immense force of the blast. Roy gulped greedily as Joe was pushed into his throat, sucking him down into his gut. Sam pressed his mouth tightly on Roy’s, keeping the seal as he forced Joe down Roy’s throat, pushing with his swollen tongue on top of Joe’s head.

Joe felt himself moving as though he were doing down a waterslide in a dark tunnel, being pushed down Roy’s slick throat, reaching his stomach, curling up in the confined space. He could feel and hear Roy grunting as his belly swelled out, expanding around its new load, the biggest Roy had ever swallowed.

As Sam felt Joe’s head leave his mouth and go slipping down into Roy, he pulled back, chest heaving, pulling in more air. He leaned back, watching Roy continue to gulp, the buttons on Roy’s jeans popping as his belly ballooned out to 80 inches around, a monster gut jutting out hard and proud. Sam reached up, helping wrench his jaw back into place. Roy moaned, feeling his gut expanding even further, moving and churning as Joe was wrapped into a tighter ball by Roy’s stomach muscles. Roy’s cock spurted out it’s load, spraying against the underside of his hugely distended gut. Roy strained his mouth open just a little further, trying to relieve the pressure of the extra air that had been forced down into his belly.

Another trucker stood a distance away, watching the rig shake and rock. He heard yet another belch echoing like a foghorn. He’d seen the three climb up in there together, and had been watching with interest. Damn, three gassy bastards, he chuckled to himself. Well, after eating at that diner, who wouldn’t be. Guess they sure had an appetite. He peered forward as the door opened up again. One of the taller ones was slowly climbing out ... shit ... talk about fuckin gassy, the guy’s gut was bloated bigger than a beach ball... but from the way the guy was moving, it looked heavy... like he had somehow packed on two hundred pounds in an enormous beer belly. The guy leaned against the truck, pulling his fat cock out and letting a stream of piss splash on the asphalt. The other tall one climbed out, his gut big but nowhere near the size of his buddy’s. He pulled out a cigarette and lit up. The two of them chuckled in low voices.

The trucker watching them felt his cock hardening down the leg of his jeans. Well ...he didn’t see the third one ... must still be in the rig ... maybe the threesome could use a fourth ... never know ... horny bastards might be ready for round two. He lit up a cigarette of his own and began sauntering toward the truck....

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