Chapter #4Can you grab me a beer? by: Bruno G   You jokingly rest your hand on the curve of his bloated belly and gently rub it 'I don't know how you fit it all in here' you say, Phil looks down to see you gently rubbing his belly slightly but doesn't say anything. As you go to stand up, he grabs your wrist and says ‘can you grab me a beer?’
“Y-yeah, sure,” you say before leaving the living room. Before opening the fridge, you stick your hand down the front of your PJs to try your best to hide your throbbing cock in your waist band and under your shirt. Once you finally do get into the fridge, you’re surprised to see Phil had brought home two 24 packs of Budweiser instead of the 6 pack of bud light sat at the back of fridge behind the milk. ‘Something has to be going on, no way Phil started indulging out of nowhere.’
“Hey boy, almost back with my drink?” Phil hollered from his recliner. “You can grab one for yourself too if you want since you’re stuck being my server tonight.”
You hesitated, but you grab two bottles out of the closest box and shut the fridge behind you. “Yes sir” you say in a goofy accent, you can hear him chuckle in the next room. ‘Honestly, since mom’s been gone he’s really gone the extra mile to make sure to keep me company’ You thought, remembering how hard it was when mom first left for work.
You walk back out and hand him his drink, his hand finally raising off his swollen gut just to come back down again with a beer to hold and rest on it. “Hey, you not know how to open a beer or what?” Phil said with only a slightly condescending tone.
“It’s not like I’ve drank one before”
“Sorry, when I was your age I would down half a case of the stuff every other weekend” Phil gazed off, “the feeling of being so full and wasted, floating around the lake in, bare assed-“
“Ok dad, how do I open it?”
“Grab the hard rock magnet off the fridge and bring it here.”
After finding the cheesy guitar shaped bottle opener from the kitchen, you walk back into the living room to see him standing holding one of the bottles. “Here, watch me” as he reaches over and grabs the bottle opener you smell a wif of BO that’s been stewing for at least a couple of days. “Just put it on like this, and push it up.”You could tell he was still stuffed, face red and sweat dripping down his forehead.
“I really don’t see what you mean-“
Phil grabs you by the shoulder and spins you around, holding the bottle cap opener with your hand and his other hand wrapped over mine holding the bottle. His tight gut pressed against your back, he burps in your ear while he pops off the cap “there, remember for next time” Phil groans as he sits back down in the recliner. “Now where were we.” He picks up the remote and turns back up the Simpson’s.
“I’ll be right back” you say, as you rush off to the bathroom. You were leaking so much pre, you couldn’t believe Phil didn’t notice after getting so close to you. You sat down on the toilet and pulled your PJs to your ankles in one motion, as quickly as possible. You couldn’t help but stroke your cock just having his strong arms and stuffed gut all over you. In less than a minute, you bust all over your shirt as you bit down of the collar of it, groaning as softly as possible.
As you calm down a bit, you realize you really shouldn’t wear your cum stained clothes back into the living room to hang out with Phil. Luckily you left a pair of athletic shorts on the bathroom floor by the shower from the night before. You slip back into the living room.
You stayed up with Phil and handed him beer after beer, snack after snack, watching his gut get more swollen. His white shirt was covered in crumbs and grease, with soaked pits and all. You drank two yourself hoping to keep your cock down. After finishing off the first box, Phil was slurring his words and drifting in and out of sleep. “You know -uurp- boy, you’ve made your mom being gone a breeze. Uhh, how’s about you get me up to bed?”
“Oh? What do you want me to do with your fat ass? Carry you?” You say, laughing under your breath.
“Oooh fuck off-help daddy up.”
You couldn’t believe Phil would say that, “daddy?”
“Oh come on, someone *uuuuurp* needs to call me daddy every now and again.” Phil stumbled up, dick hard as a rock in his ever so slightly tighter shorts. Phil bursts out into laughter“I’m just fucking kidding, you do gotta help daddy up to bed, I don’t think I can make it up alone-hm? Oh, let me just put my over ya’” Phil stumbled up to you and put his arm around your neck. He has a solid 7” in height on you, and under his sweaty pit, you can’t help but help him upstairs. He’s way past the point of realizing how hard you are right now anyways.
After slowly getting up the stairs, you get daddy-I mean Phil- into his room. “Well here we are, you got it from here daddy?” You say mockingly.
“Yeah *uurp* stand still real quick” he places his large, hairy hand on your shoulder and uses the other to peel his shorts off. Even with you there, he almost falls over onto the floor. “Ah- please (IYNH), take my shirt off, I can’t fucking-GRAH” he is clearly a bit frustrated, and his tight shirt wasn’t paling the process any easier. You approach him and grabbed the shirt, looking down at his massive, throbbing cock. His gut hid it from his immediate view, but when he was hard he could really get a good look at it.
Phil immediately falls right into bed, falling asleep almost instantly, on his stomach with his meaty ass and love handles starting to form a few red stretch marks.
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