Fast Food: Sam Feeds Roy His First Meal
By: Giantguy
"Come on Kev, get your ass moving. We can still make it if we're
outta here in fifteen minutes."
"Aw, fuck off," Kev said with a grin, looking back over his
shoulder at Rick. "We'll make it easy." Kev turned back to
mopping, pushing the soggy mop even faster across the cracked tile
floor.
"Damn, I've got more grease on me than the fuckin grill does!" Rick
called out. He kept scraping the crusted remains of burgers off the
grill. Next summer, I'm getting a different job, that's for damn
sure, he thought. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. Shit, he
was going to be sitting in the movies smelling like a goddamn
hamburger.
"Think fast!" Kev shouted. Rick looked up as Kev lobbed a wadded up
leftover burger and bun he'd found still sitting on one of the
tables. Rick ducked and caught it, chucking it in the garbage.
"Come on man -- if Ron saw you doing that, we'd be in deep shit all
over again."
"Lighten up -- Mr. I'm-The-Fuckin'-Night-Manager-So-Kiss-My-Ass
ain't here, is he? Is it our fault he had to go running out of here
early, leaving us--" Kev imitated Ron's cracking voice "--
UNSUPERVISED?" He laughed, "He's lucky we're just closing up early
and not going REALLY crazy."
The summer had been unbelievably slow for business. Ordinarily the
place did okay with traffic from the highway, especially late on
weekends. But this summer, there was a big road construction
project that closed the highway to one lane while the crew worked
nine pm to six am -- people avoided the route and as a result,
business was dead. Lately the crew had even been working Saturday
nights trying to keep on schedule, which meant even the one good day
for business was slow.
The boredom had been driving Kev and Rick crazy -- they kept pulling
all sorts of stupid jokes on each other. Finally the night manager,
Ron, had enough, and as punishment scheduled them to close every
Saturday for the rest of the summer. Usually he would stand there,
arms folded, watching them mop and scrape, ("HE'S got no fuckin'
life thats for fuckin' sure" Kev would whisper to Rick) while he
waited on a couple of regular customers from the road crew who would
come in to pick up a standing order.
Tonight though, Ron had some kind of hurried conversation on the
phone, and had rushed out -- "And I'm TRUSTING you two. Don't screw
up!" -- leaving Rick and Kev nodding, reassuring Ron that everything
would be fine. Then Kev looked at Rick and the two of them
simultaneously shouted "Midnight movie!" and immediately started the
closedown.
Rick looked up at the grease-covered clock in the kitchen. "Kev,
it's a quarter to, we got to go, you almost done?" He wiped his
forehead again with his t-shirt, finally just pulling it off and
swabbing himself with it. The heat was unbelievable. The first
the two of them did when Ron pulled out of the tiny parking lot was
ditch their sweaty uniforms and change into t shirts and running
shorts.
"Relax willya?," Kev held up his wrist, flicking his watch so the
purple indiglo light went on. "That clock's five minutes fast."
"You almost done out there?"
"Yep."
"Me, too, I just gotta -- OH CRAP!" Rick came out to the counter.
"What about the boys?"
'The boys' were a couple of guys from the road crew who had worked
things out with Ron to have a standing order ready at closing --
their "lunch" which they would haul back to the other guys. The two
of them, Roy and Sam, showed up every night almost right at
midnight, to pick up sackfuls of burgers and fries, usually gulping
down two or three burgers a piece right there, before leaving with
the rest.
Kev shrugged. "So we forgot. Big deal. What're they gonna do
about it?" He checked his watch again. "Plus if we get out of here
now, we'll be gone when they get here--"
There was a pounding on the door behind Kev, making him jump. There
were "the boys," both of them huge men in their 40, standing at the
glass door, looking in, with puzzled, angry looks growing on their
faces.
"YER LIGHTS WERE OFF!" Roy shouted through the door. He was around
six four and maybe 250 pounds or so, a bristly red goatee, and wide
powerful shoulders. "JUST CAME TO GET OUR STUFF."
Sam pounded his fist against the door, making it shake, growling.
"COME ON, FUCKERS, WE'RE HUNGRY!" He was two inches taller than Roy
and easily came close to 300 pounds. He had salt and pepper hair
shaved close to his skull, a wide strong jaw with a wiry, drooping
black mustache, and gray hairs curling up from his collar.
Both men were in jeans, workshirts and heavy boots, still wearing
their safety-orange vests although they'd left their hardhats behind
at the work site. Sam rattled the door again, making it sound like
it was ready to leave its hinges.
Kev looked back at Rick. "You still have shit to do, I'll deal with
these assholes." He sauntered up to the door, flipping the lock and
pulling it open. "Hey guys, what's going on?"
Sam glowered down at him. Shit, Kev thought, this guy probably
weighs twice what I do. "You got our food?" Sam rasped.
"Well, guys, there's a little problem. We don't have the order."
There was an audible growl from Roy's belly, which stretched his
shirt so that a few red hairs stuck out between the buttons. Sam
scratched his own gut, jutting out hard and round.
"Sounds to me like that's a BIG problem, boy," Sam said. "Wouldn't
you say, Roy?"
Roy just nodded, wiping a hand across his wet mouth.
Kev played it cool, although there was something about the way these
guys were looking at him that was making him nervous. Sam seemed to
be sizing him up -- looking him up and down -- he felt a drop of
sweat slide down his side. He cleared his throat.
"Yeah, we had a problem with the uh, with the delivery, and it uh,
well it all got fucked up, so uh ..." He took a step back as Sam
leaned in close.
"Well then ... what are we gonna have for lunch? Huh boy... ?"
Sam's hot breath blew across Kev's face. Kev blinked.
"There's a ... there's another place off over that way -- 24 hours
I'm pretty sure. They could fix ya up no problem." Kev turned and
went to close the door. Roy's meaty hand grabbed the door, blocking
him, while Sam rocked back on his heels.
"Don't think I know where that is... not from around here."
Kev tugged at the door, looking up at Roy's smirk. "Ah, you just
take the access road up until Clearwater, then you take a right ...
it's maybe three lights? Then you go right again until you hit a
big intersection ... it's there ... you can't miss it..."
Roy looked over at Sam. "You get any of that?" Sam shook his head,
a strange grin spreading across his face.
"Sure as hell didn't. Hey," Sam said as though he were just getting
the idea, "there's a map in our truck, ain't there, Roy?"
"Pretty sure you're right, buddy."
Sam grabbed on to Kev's shoulder. "We're just parked right round
back, maybe you could point it out on the map." His belly gurgled.
"We're damn hungry. Been working hard. Ain't that right, Roy?"
Roy grinned. "REAL damn hard."
"Yeah okay, okay. Hold on one second." Kev turned and shouted to
Rick, who was back by the grill. "Yo! I'm done so finish up and
get your ass out to the car. I'm just gonna show these guys where
they can get something to eat."
"Yeah, whatever." Rick heard the door close, and the chuckling of
the two men as they walked away with Kev. Yeah, they looked pretty
fucking intimidating, but they were probably okay. They were here
every night, right? Rick told himself. He'd always been amazed
watching them shove down two or three full orders each, practically
swallowing burgers whole, before carrying the huge load of the rest
of the orders back to their truck. How could they have forgotten to
get that order ready? Fuck, Ron was going to chew their ass about
it good. Course Kev was always good at talking his way out of
anything, so maybe the guys wouldn't say anything the next time they
showed up.
Rick doublechecked everything -- still had fifteen minutes before
midnight, so they were doing okay on time. Rick looked closer...
damn. That clock had stopped. Damn -- he'd gotten so wrapped up in
making sure their tracks were covered -- he figured Kev would be out
there honking the horn if he was longer than five minutes... damn,
damn, damn. Rick grabbed the rest of his stuff, went out the door,
locking it behind him. Kev usually pulled around front when they
were ready to go -- not there. He was probably in one of the spaces
around the side ... maybe that junker car of his was having trouble
starting up. No big deal, Rick thought, the movie they were going
to see was some martial arts thing Kev picked out -- who cares if
they missed any.
As he walked around the side, Rick heard a groan, which made him
stop for a second. It came again -- a deep, grumbling moan. There
was a wet, almost slurping sound, like somebody pushing their boot
into a thick, deep mud puddle. Then a sound like someone blowing
out air, followed by a long, gurgling belch.
"AaaaUUUUUUUrrrrp."
There was a voice -- Roy? "DAMN buddy. Good job. Good job. Owe
ya fifty then, you were right..."
Rick came around the corner. Roy and Sam were there, Sam sitting on
the hood of Kev's car, which leaned under his weight. Rick stared.
Sam had his shirt unbuttoned, his belly pushed out enormously,
swollen huge as though he had inflated it like a beach ball. He
scratched the coarse gray and black hair that covered his belly,
burping again.
"UuuuUUUUUUurrfff. mmmm YEAH, hit the spot." Sam thumped his
gigantic gut, fumbling in his shirt pocket for smokes.
"What are you guys still doing here? We told you we didn't have the
order." Rick said, trying to not let his voice show how nervous he
was. Sam just looked at him, lighting his cigarette. "Okay, well,
you can hang out if you want, but we don't have anything for you."
Sam blew out a cloud of smoke, chuckling. "Think I'm full now. But
Roy here ..." There was an almost animal-like gurgling howl of
hunger from Roy's belly.
Rick came closer, leaning around to see if Kev was in the car.
"What, were you guys dumpster diving? You that cheap?"
Sam rubbed both hands over his bloated stomach while he clenched his
cig in his jaw. "Well, somebody sure went diving, huh Roy?" The
two men both laughed.
Rick came around to the side of the car, the night air sticky as the
heat radiated up off the asphalt, still almost burning his feet
through his sandals. He looked in. No Kev. What the fuck was
going on?
"Okay, listen up. Where's my bud?" There was no answer, just more
chuckling from the men. Rick was getting angry now. "Come on you
fuckers, we got someplace to go and we're gonna be late!"
Sam and Roy laughed harder as Rick tried to stand tall, all five
foot ten of him. Sam started coughing, pounding his chest. He
burped again, and started digging in his mouth with one thick
finger, choking a little.
"uuUUUUuugggh. Y'know buddy..." Sam said as he pulled something out
of his mouth, "I think you're right on time." He dangled something
in front of Rick... something black and covered in saliva ... Rick
leaned forward. Kev's watch ... ? What the fuck ... ?
In one second Sam had Rick in an iron grip. Even with the extra
weight loading his belly he moved fast and sure. Rick struggled,
kicking at him, one sandal flying off, but Sam quickly had him in an
armlock, holding Rick back against his swollen gut while Rick kicked
helplessly forward. Sam laughed.
"Go ahead and kick all ya want. Just makes it easier." Rick could
feel Sam's belly pressing against his back. It felt almost like it
was moving against him, pushing outward, almost... squirming. The
rough hair scratched him. Rick stopped kicking for a second, trying
to think. Okay, not gonna win in a fight with these two. Probably
Kev was smart and just ran off. So they probably want to scare me a
little, fine. Rick tried to take a breath, his toes almost off the
ground as Sam leaned back, his arms still locked through Rick's.
"Okay buddy" Sam grunted, "Looks like you're gonna get your chance.
Just like I told ya, remember?"
Roy nodded, an eager smile growing on his face. "His shorts off
first?"
Sam nodded, still keeping his cigarette clenched in his teeth.
"Easier that way."
Rick felt his heart start thumping in his chest. Shorts off ...
what the fuck were these assholes planning? Be cool, be cool...
Roy licked his lips and walked over to Rick. With his rough,
powerful hands he grabbed hold of Rick's gym shorts and in one quick
move had them yanked down to his ankles. He flicked Rick's dick,
hanging limp in the night air. Rick closed his eyes. God, just let
this be over quick...
"Now get down there buddy, like I said. Start with the feet," Sam
said. Roy looked up, questioning. Sam nodded, "I know I didn't,
but like I said, easier to start off that way."
Rick opened his eyes as he felt Roy take one of his feet in his
hand. Roy knelt down, and began sucking on Rick's toes. Rick's
eyes widened. Fuck, these guys were some kind of foot-licking
pervs, he'd heard about guys like these. Just wanted to lick his
feet to get their rocks off. Fine. Rick relaxed a little, leaning
back against the hardness of Sam's belly.
"Yeah that's right kid, just relax" Sam's gravelly voice rumbled in
his ear. "Your buddy was a real fighter... makes it tough." Rick
looked down ... Roy had almost his entire foot in his mouth, and was
reaching for the other foot. Roy stretched his lips, and slipped
Rick's other foot in his mouth to join the first. Rick's feet felt
like they were wrapped in hot, wet, slippery rubber.
"Damn! That's like some kinda record or something" Rick breathed,
forgetting for a second to be afraid, impressed by Roy's stretching
mouth.
"Aww, you ain't seen nothing yet," chuckled Sam.
"What's he gonna do, suck on my feet and jack off or something?"
Rick asked, trying to sound like he knew all about it. There was
silence from Sam. "Come on, I'm cool, just tell me. 'Z that what
he's gonna do?"
Sam leaned in close to Rick's ear.
"Hell no. He's gonna swallow you. Just like I swallowed your
buddy." He pulled Rick back against his gut just as Rick watched
Roy close his eyes, take a deep breath and slide up Rick's legs to
mid-calf. Sam grunted in approval.
"YEAH, buddy. Keep breathing, that's the way to do it. Come on
buddy, come on."
Roy was breathing noisily through his nose, sucking in air as his
jaw stretched wider and wider, his lips sliding slowly but surely up
Rick's legs. He gripped Rick's thighs, steadying them as he
prepared to swallow even more.
Rick felt panic pulsing through him. "Wha... ?" He could barely
speak. He felt movement again at his back, as Sam's gut swelled and
pushed against him, as though ... something ... were fighting to get
out.
Rick closed his eyes. He could feel himself being sucked in
further, like being sunk into a tight, slick wrapping. He felt
Roy's tongue sliding around on the backs of his legs, the hot,
rough, slippery feeling making his dick start to tingle. He opened
his eyes and stared down unbelievingly as his dick stood up,
hardening rapidly, as Roy had him drawn in almost to the tops of his
thighs.
"Happens all the time buddy," Sam chuckled. "Feels good, don't it?"
Sam unhooked one of his arms from Rick's, clenching tighter the with
the other. First he tossed his cigarette, then he wrapped his paw
around Rick's hardon. "Enjoy it, buddy. Roy sure is."
Rick couldn't speak. His head was pounding. Roy had torn his own
shirt open and was sweating, his hair matted against his forehead,
his goatee dripping with sweat and spit. He was breathing even
harder, turning red as he strained to stretch even further.
"Come ON ya fucker, take it!" Sam barked. Roy clenched his eyes
tighter, grabbing Rick by the hips, and pulling. At the same time,
Sam pushed, and Rick felt himself slide in to the waist. Roy
breathed out a little, his chest heaving, readying for the last
stretch.
Sam had Rick's wrists clenched in his fists. Rick could feel Roy's
tongue swiping and probing between his ass cheeks and all the way to
the small of his back. His hardon was pressed against the roof of
Roy's mouth. Fuck... he was close to coming ... or passing out ...
or both...
"Here we GO, fucker! Come on! Come on! DO IT! NOW!" Sam roared,
and began to push. Roy groaned, straining, his throat muscles
flexing, gulping, swallowing. Rick began to slide, Roy's lips
moving up over his chest, as Sam guiding Rick's arms in. There was
a wet, popping sound as Roy's jaw pushed out even further to
encompass Rick's shoulders, as Sam gripped him firmly. Then with a
loud groan of effort, Roy lunged forward, sucking Rick in up to the
neck. His tongue licked and slurped around the back of Rick's head,
slicking him up for the final plunge.
Rick's vision was blurring... his cock felt ready to explode ... his
breathing was difficult, trying to move his chest against the tight,
wet confines of Roy's mouth and throat... he looked up at Sam's
face, leering at him, upside down.
"Well now that was easier than usual ... you two were both greased
up pretty good." Sam belched again. "Better'n a hamburger any day.
Told Roy, but he didn't believe me. Did ya, buddy?"
Rick felt Roy grunt in reply, the sound vibrating through him. The
slippery motion against his cock as Roy worked his throat muscles
was getting unbearable ... bringing him right to the edge ... he
couldn't hold it ... he was going to ... he was going to ...
"Yeah, he's close buddy ... ready ... NOW!" Sam gave one good push
on the top of Rick's head, slick with saliva, as Rick shuddered,
spasming as he shot his wad deep into Roy's throat. Roy heaved,
grunting, his throat contracting, swallowing, his lips closing over
Rick's head.
Roy gulped a few more times, struggling, forcing Rick down. He
flung himself back, mouth open, gasping for air, as his belly grew
huge and distended, a massive beer gut pushed out almost to the size
of Sam's.
Roy lay there, panting, his hands rubbing over his swollen stomach.
He opened his eyes to see Sam, his arms crossed over his bloated
gut, smoking another cigarette.
"Good work buddy. Good work for your first one," Sam drawled. Roy
grunted a little, unused to the extra weight. "Aw, thats just some
kickin. You'll get used to it. Probably swallowed a lot of air
too, I used to. Take some of the pressure off, you'll feel better."
Roy opened his mouth. After a minute, a long belch echoed out,
lasting almost a minute. "uuuUUUUUUUUUUUaaaaauuuuuufff." He laid
back, his churning gut now still.
"Thanks buddy. Learned a lot," he said, as Sam tossed him a
cigarette. "A whole hell of a lot."