Dinner For 2 (Story & Vid) (Patreon)

Elias had only been living on his own for three months, but he already felt like his life had opened into something new—quiet mornings, late-night gaming sessions, grocery shopping at his own pace. But nothing in his little independent world sparked his nerves quite like his neighbor across the hall.

Darren.

A strikingly handsome, broad-shouldered, mid-forties ex-football player with thick forearms, a slow, confident stride, and a grin so bright and white it made Elias straighten up every time he saw it. Darren had that kind of presence—warm, heavy, commanding. Elias always felt his stomach flutter when the older man said his name.

So when Darren knocked on his door one afternoon, leaning against the doorframe in a snug T-shirt stretched over a still-impressive chest, and asked:

“How about dinner at my place tonight?”

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Elias almost forgot how words worked.

“Y-yeah! I—I mean, yes. Sure. I’d love to.”

The second Darren walked back to his apartment, Elias shut the door and immediately pressed his hands to his face, heart pounding. He actually invited me. He actually wants me there.

He spent the next hour showering, fixing his hair, choosing an outfit that looked casual but not sloppy, grown-up but not trying too hard. By the time he knocked on Darren’s door, his palms were sweating.

The door swung open, and Darren gave him that wide-toothed grin, the kind that made Elias feel warm all the way down to his toes.

“Hey, kiddo. Come on in.”

The apartment smelled incredible—something savory, warm, and earthy. It made Elias inhale deeply without even thinking.

They sat across from each other at a small dining table, a bottle of red wine between them. Darren poured for both without asking, his thick fingers steady, his posture relaxed with the casual confidence of a man who always got exactly what he wanted.

They talked—about football, about Elias’s new job, about moving out on his own. Darren laughed often, a deep, rolling sound that vibrated in Elias’s chest. Every time the older man leaned forward, biceps flexing, Elias felt his face heat up.

Finally, unable to take the suspense anymore, Elias set down his glass and asked with a shy smile:

“So… what’s for dinner?”

Darren’s expression shifted—still friendly, but now wickedly amused. Dominant. Hungry.

“You,” he said simply.

Elias’s breath caught. “W-what?”

Darren didn’t clarify with words.

He just reached across the table.

Big hands wrapped around Elias’s torso and in one smooth, practiced motion, Darren hoisted him up as easily as if he were lifting a gym bag. Elias yelped, kicking instinctively—more out of surprise than fear.

Darren opened wide.

That confident grin stretched into something bold, predatory, and unbelievably sure of itself.

He swallowed Elias head-first, loud powerful gulps drawing him in inch by inch.

GLLLP.

Elias slid past warm slick muscle, feeling the world tighten around him as Darren tilted his head back to help gravity along.

GLLRRP.

Elias’s arms were slurped in next, pinned to his sides.

Then his chest.

Then his stomach.

Darren paused only to breathe out a satisfied rumble before taking Elias’s hips into his mouth.

“Mmff—haven’t had a good dinner in a while,” he grinned around his meal before pulling the young man in with one more strong swallow.

GLLLURRRRPP.

Elias’s legs kicked as they disappeared into Darren’s throat, the last few gulps echoing through the apartment.

GULP.GULP.GLLUUURRP.

And then it was done.

Darren exhaled deeply and leaned back, rubbing his throat as the last bulge slid into a newly swollen gut. His belly surged outward—round, enormous, tight like a pregnant dome. It writhed immediately with Elias’s stunned movement.

Darren grinned, teeth glinting.

“Damn,” he chuckled, patting the heavy mound. “Look at you… settling in.”

He ambled over to the couch and flopped down with a satisfied groan, the massive gut sloshing and jiggling before settling into a taut, restless swell over his lap.

A loud, unapologetic BUUURRRPPP erupted from him, shaking his chest.

“Heh. That’s what I call dinner for two,” he said proudly, giving the struggling mound a fond, almost affectionate pat.“One of us… just happens to be on the inside...”

Elias squirmed and groaned. Darren’s grin only widened as he rubbed the top of his gut in slow, possessive circles.

“Relax in there, kiddo. You’re all mine tonight.”