Admit It

Chapter 2

I let my fingers intertwine with Tyler's as I lead him out of the pizza joint. He turns left out of the door, towards the direction of my place.

His gait is slow, and I let my eyes flick towards him. My own frame has barely changed from the slice and drink, but Tyler's shirt is noticeably tighter around his stomach, a rounder shape than before. He seems completely unfazed with a confidence that intrigues me.

We chat absently, and I'm doing my best not to pointedly look at his belly until we find ourselves at a local ice cream shop. Tyler holds the door open for me politely and I wander in, hit immediately with the overwhelming scent of cinnamon waffle cones, cream, and chocolate. My stomach makes a sound and I put a hand on it, chuckling. "I guess I still have room for dessert," I chuckle.

"I hope so," Tyler grins, stepping up and letting the employee know he'll be paying for us both. I scan the menu and decide on a single scoop of Moose Tracks in a waffle cone. I settle at a table on the patio under an umbrella and Tyler joins me soon, spoon and tub in hand.

I try not to let my eyes widen, but Tyler laughs and I know I must have made a face. "What can I say, a boy's hungry," he says simply, opening his take home tub of double chocolate brownie and digging his spoon into it ravenously.

Tyler seems unconcerned with the silence while we have dessert, and only catches my eye momentarily to smirk as I slowly lick my ice cream.

Not much time passes before I'm crunching on the last bite of my waffle cone and Tyler's still plowing through his tub. I put a hand on my slightly tight stomach and sigh. "That really hit the spot, thank you," I grin politely.

He smiles and swallows, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and licking it off. "Wanted to make a good first impression," he says, before a burp slips out of his mouth at the end of the word, and he doesn't cover his mouth in time. "Oh my god, excuse me, I'm so sorry."

I squirm a little in my seat, crossing my legs under the table and collecting myself, feeling a flush rise in my cheeks. "No worries, it's been quite a meal."

Tyler laughs and snorts a little, in a cute way. "I guess so, maybe I should have held back." I bite my lip and let my eyes flick back to the ice cream, and he starts digging in again. I feel myself staring but can't bring myself to look away. He eventually scrapes the bottom of the tub and meets my eyes while he licks the spoon, in a way that makes me uncomfortable but in an intrigued way.

"So, uh, would you want to go out again sometime?" I say in the silence, watching him lean back in the chair and gently rest a hand on his distended stomach.

"Yeah, I - urp - sorry, I would like that a lot," he replies with a smile. "Do you live nearby?"

He must see the look on my face and laughs. "No no, not like that, I was just going to walk you home before hopping on the bus." I sigh and nod, and Tyler grabs his bag and stands, holding his stomach with one hand gingerly, then reaching for me.

I lace my fingers with his again and set out down the road, chatting occasionally on the short two block walk to my place, and I stop in front of the door. "This is me," I announce, pointing at my door.

Tyler looks and grins. "I don't know how you live so close to the ice cream place and not go every day," he teases, leaning his shoulder against me.

We stand awkwardly for a moment, then Tyler takes his hand out of mine and opens his arms in the way he did when I walked into the pizza place. "See you again soon?"

I wrap my arms around his middle this time, letting his arms go around my shoulders. I feel his stomach press against my abs and a blush creeps onto my face. I reluctantly pull away first, but keep my hands on Tyler's waist and pause for a moment, tilting my head to look slightly up into his eyes. I hadn't noticed the inch or two height difference until now, but all I see are his bright green eyes and warm smile, and I lean in.

Our lips meet softly, and butterflies fill my stomach as his hands move from my shoulders to cup my cheek and neck gently. I move one of my hands subtly from his hip onto the side of his stomach. I can feel a low grumble as it churns with pizza, coke and ice cream, and let myself moan softly into the kiss.

Tyler is the first to pull away from the kiss and his eyes dance playfully. "I'll text you," he says, giving me one more quick kiss and grabbing my hand for a quick squeeze before turning away.

I stand at my door for a moment, watching him walk down towards the bus stop, and without me at his side he walks with a hand resting permanently on the small but stretched belly under his shirt. I see him raise a fist to his mouth and turn to open my front door, shutting it behind me and breathing deeply.

I let one of my hands fall to my crotch and feel a growing bulge, groaning. I'd tried ever since moving for university to convince myself that I don't have these strange kinks, that I don't have a fetish for guys eating and burping. And this date ruined all that progress.

After only being able to resist for a moment, I use my hand to unbutton and unzip my pants, pulling myself out to stroke and close my eyes, reliving the date and moaning with my back against the front door, fantasizing about my next encounter with Tyler.