The Guy Next Door

My dad and I had been trying to rip an old stump out of his yard for days now. We'd spend a couple hours digging and trimming the roots, doing our best to make it easier on the end. It wasn't until the 5th day when dad's neighbor Phil offered his assistance. Phil was an older gentleman probably in his late 60s, he was built in a way that told you he was good with his hands, with a bald head, and sprouting a thick long graying beard that reached his chest, and a plump gut that rolled over his belt.
Phil brought his pickup truck and two large chains, which he wrapped around the trunk and attached to the hitch of his truck. Pressing the gas he gave that trunk a good three tugs before or was ripped from the ground, remaining roots and all. We were so appreciative for his help that dad invited Phil over for dinner. He didn't hesitate to accept.
When Phil arrived at dad's front door I hoped it to see his smiling face as gave bulbous gut a pat as he joked about hoping we made extra. I told him that I figured him to be a big eater, which was why we made two casseroles.
The three of us sat and enjoyed a great conversation, laughing at mine and dad's poor effort to remove the trunk. Phil stated he had made a personal bet to see how long it would take us but he eventually took pity upon us. As we joked and laughed I couldn't help but notice how many beers Phil had finished and how many plates of casserole he had finished. I was astounded as he got his 6th plate, and they weren't small servings either. As he ate and we talked, I noticed his gut bloating bit by bit. By the time both casseroles were finished, Phil's buttoned up shirt looked to be holding on for dear life. I couldn't stop eyeing it, especially when he rubbed it and gave it a satisfied pat.
Eventually we cleaned up and Phil gave his thanks before he left. I took this time to go outside and finish cleaning up our mess in the yard, piling the cut roots by the fence. Don't know why, but I looked up at Phil's house, which allowed me to get a view directly into his bathroom, and what I saw both shocked me to my core, and drove my cock crazy.
In the bathroom stood Phil, giving me a prefect view of how far his gut bulged out, as he eyed himself on the mirror. I watched as he ran his hands all over his gut, making sure he felt every inch of it. He turned side to side, never taking his eyes off his reflection in the mirror. I watched his hand roam down to his crotch, which was when I noticed the bulging tent in his pants. He gave it a squeeze and my own cock throbbed in my pants.
As I continued to watch him I could barely make out his voice as he spoke to himself as he said things along the lines of;

"Look at this gut!"
"Look how fat I am."
"Daddy's getting big."
"Fuck it feels good."
"Look at this tank."
"Fuck I'm huge."
"Gotta get bigger."

That was when he reached down and pulled up a gallon jug of heavy cream. I watched him unfasten the lid and toss it aside as he began fucking the contents of the jug while he rubbed his gut. I couldn't help myself, my hand was down my pants working at my dick as I watched this man's gut fill and swell, stretching his shirt buttons tighter and tighter, until.. POW!...POW!
The two lowest buttons shot off as he finished the jug. He gave a growl of satisfaction as he rubbed his now exposed thickly hairy flesh. As he dropped the jug to the floor he let out a monstrous UUUUURRRRRRRRRRP! He used both hands to bounce his gut once, twice, three times, before releasing another brrrUUUUUUURRRRROOOAAAP!

"Damn I'm getting huge!" He groaned as he undid his pants, and pulled out his cock. As he began stroking his throbbing large rod before my eyes he also shoved a finger into his belly button, plunging it in and out as he finger fucked his own gut.
"Damn," he groaned, "yeah boy, you like daddy's big gut? Yeah fuck daddy's big belly! You're making me so fat boy! Yeah! Daddy wants more! Fuck daddy needs more! Make daddy huge, baby! Yeah!"
I couldn't take it any longer, and neither could he. We both blew out loads together. Him onto the floor and bathroom sink and mirror, and me all over the wooden fence.
As he caught his breath and began cleaning up, I did the same. Before I ran inside.

The following evening I knocked. Phil opened the door, surprised to see me with three boxes of large pizzas and a hug of heavy cream. I just gave him a smile.
"I heard you like to eat. Interested in a boy making sure you eat it all?"

He gave a smirk and invited me in, bumping his gut into me as he closed the door behind me.