![]() Kevin reached up and put his hand on John's.pulling it tighter against his belly, pushing against the softness.he felt the younger man's hand tracing his roll of fat and noticed that his eyes were wide and a really goofy smile was on his face."Maybe you'd, you know.like to come over for dinner tonight.?" John asked Kevin's fat. ![]() "I'm, ummm, sorry, Kevin.I think I'm making it worse.when I wanted to make you.I.ummm, I mean I wanted to make it better." John was breathing deeply and had stopped wiping with the cloth, although he hadn't taken his hand off Kevin's stomach. Happy was definitely back on-line and was starting to push out his pants to line up with his growing gut. Happy in a sort of quick sexual take on Dr. ![]() ![]() John came out from behind the stand with a damp cloth and stared wiping at the stain."I think it will be fine." John whispered.and Kevin noticed that his rescuer seemed to be spending more attention to the softness of his belly than to the stain.in fact, his hand was circling around a much larger area than where the cinnamon was.a dark marking from the damp cloth was spreading out above his belt several times the size of the original brown spot.Kevin laughed and wondered if another stain was starting to spread across John's underwear.while at the same time he wondered if John was wearing underwear. ![]()
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