I had been best friends with Raheem Bello since the fourth grade. We were both 17 now, and our friendship had only grown stronger over the years. Raheem was a basketball player, while I was a football player. We were both well-built, but Raheem had a bit of a belly and a plump butt, while I had a muscular build and a plump butt that often showed off my crack when I bent over.
It was a hot summer day, and we had just finished up at football practice. I was feeling particularly gassy, and my stomach was rumbling loudly. Raheem suggested we head over to Gutbusters, a greasy diner that served some of the best burgers and fries in town.
As we pulled into the lush parking lot of Gutbusters, I could feel my butt crack peeking out from the top of my shorts. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to pull them up a bit higher. Raheem chuckled and said, "Looks like someone's been working on their glutes a little too hard."
I blushed, embarrassed, as we made our way inside the diner. The air was thick with the smell of grease and fried food, and my stomach growled even louder. We took a seat at a booth in the back, and Raheem immediately started scanning the menu.
"I'm gonna get the double bacon cheeseburger with extra cheese and a large fry," he announced. "And you, Isaiah? What are you gonna get?"
I knew I should probably order something lighter, given my gassy state, but the smell of the burgers was too tempting. "I'll have the same," I said, trying to sound confident.
Raheem raised an eyebrow at me. "You sure you can handle all that grease, Isaiah? You're looking a little... bloated today."
I felt my face flush again. "I'll be fine," I insisted. "Besides, who's gonna stop me?"
Raheem grinned. "I guess I won't then."
Our food arrived a few minutes later, and I could barely contain my excitement. I dug into the burger, savoring the taste of the juicy meat and melted cheese. But as I ate, I could feel my stomach starting to expand. I let out a loud burp, which echoed through the diner.
Raheem chuckled. "Someone's getting full already."
I tried to ignore him, but I couldn't deny the truth. My belly was starting to gurgle, and I could feel my butt crack showing more and more. Raheem's gaze lingered on it, and I felt a flush of embarrassment.
But then something strange happened. Raheem's smile turned into a leer, and he started to feed me more and more food. I protested at first, but he insisted. "Come on, Isaiah, you can handle it. You're a big, strong football player. You can eat like a horse."
His words only made me more determined to prove him right. I stuffed my face with fries and onion rings, letting out loud burps and moans of pleasure. My belly grew even larger, and my butt crack was now fully exposed. But I didn't care. I felt a strange thrill at the thought of Raheem watching me devour all that food.
And then, as I was taking a particularly large bite of my burger, Raheem leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I know what you really want, Isaiah. You want me to take advantage of you."
I froze, my heart racing. Did he really just say that?
Raheem didn't wait for an answer. He reached over and grabbed my hand, pulling it towards his crotch. I could feel his hardness through his shorts, and I felt a thrill of excitement.
"Go ahead, Isaiah," he said, his voice low and husky. "Touch me. I know you want to."
I hesitated for a moment, but then I gave in to the temptation. I started to rub his crotch gently, feeling his hardness grow even more. He let out a low moan, and I felt a surge of power.
"That's it, Isaiah," he said. "You like that, don't you?"
I nodded, unable to speak.
"Good," he said. "Now take off your pants and bend over."
I hesitated for a moment, but then I did as he said. I pulled down my pants, exposing my plump butt. I bent over the table, feeling Raheem's gaze on me.
And then I felt his fingers on my butt, probing my hole gently. I gasped, feeling a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. He started to push his fingers inside me, and I let out a low moan.
"You like that, Isaiah?" he asked, his voice husky.
I nodded again, unable to speak.
And then he started to fuck me, his hard cock sliding in and out of me. I let out a loud moan, feeling the pleasure building up inside me. I could feel my belly gurgling, and I let out a loud burp.
Raheem chuckled. "I knew you liked it," he said.
We fucked for what seemed like hours, my belly growing larger and larger with each thrust. I could feel my clothes starting to rip at the seams, but I didn't care. I was lost in the pleasure of the moment.
And then Raheem pulled out, and I felt a moment of disappointment. But then he pushed me down onto the floor and started to fuck me again, this time from behind. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, and I let out a loud moan.
And then suddenly, I felt a wave of nausea. I tried to hold it back, but it was too late. I let out a loud burp, followed by a stream of vomit. Raheem pulled out just in time, but I could feel the vomit covering my face and chest.
I was mortified, but Raheem just chuckled. "It's okay, Isaiah," he said. "We all get a little carried away sometimes."
He helped me up and led me outside, where we got into his SUV. We drove back to my house in silence, the smell of vomit lingering in the air.
When we got inside, I immediately headed for the shower, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. I could hear Raheem in the other room, laughing and joking with my family. I felt like an outsider, like I didn't belong.
But then I remembered the pleasure I had felt, the thrill of being taken advantage of. I realized that I had enjoyed it, that I wanted more.
And that's when I heard Raheem's voice, calling out to me from the other room. "Come on, Isaiah," he said. "Let's do it again. I know you want to."
And I did. I wanted to, more than anything.
As we drove away from Gutbusters, the smell of grease and fries still lingering in the air, Raheem turned to me with a mischievous grin. "You know, Isaiah, I've been thinking. We should start a tradition. Every time we go to Gutbusters, we should see how much food we can eat. And then we can see who can make the other one cum the hardest. What do you think?"
I grinned back at him. "I think that sounds like a great idea."
And so we did. Over the next few months, we went to Gutbusters countless times, each time trying to outdo the other. We ate more and more food, until our bellies were bloated and our butts were showing. We fucked harder and harder, until we were both gasping for breath.
And every time, we pushed each other to new limits. We discovered new things about each other, new things that turned us on. We learned to trust each other, to rely on each other.
And in the end, we became more than just friends. We became partners, in every sense of the word.
And it all started with a greasy burger and a plump butt.
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