Joe's Auto Part 2

(I know this section is kind of short, being sick has wiped me out and I've been sleeping much longer than intended. But I still hope you enjoy.)

Lunch was simple enough. Joe took me to a nice quaint diner called Pete’s Grill. Though the place was small, the portions were massive. A single pancake had a diameter that was equivalent to the length of my forearm. The eggs didn’t come in a number less than 3, you either got 3 or more or you didn’t get eggs at all. The sausage? Each one was at least as thick as a can of redbull and just as long. There wasn’t even an option for salads, unless you got one as a side, even then it was enough to possibly feed two people alone.

I’ll admit the food was delicious, though I only ordered hash browns and eggs, which made me feel like I ate an entire cow. Joe, on the other hand, ordered the breakfast special of four eggs, hash browns, six sausage links, six slices of toast, and two pancakes. How he managed to eat everything was beyond my capability to even comprehend. As we ate Joe talked me through all the duties I would have while working for him, minor repairs, ordering and replacing parts, oil changes, etc. While we ate and talked, and the more food he put away into his gut, I noticed his shirt was growing more and more snug around his gut. Being that I’ve always been into bigger burly guys, after seeing Kent’s bulbous belly in the shop, and now seeing Joe’s belly bloating up with lunch, I was having a difficult time hiding the growth in my pants and had to excuse myself to the restroom to relieve the pressure building up in my balls.

After we had finished lunch, Joe gave me a ride back to the shop, where I was able to pick up my vehicle. Kent’ really was a quick worker, not only had he replaced the radiator, but he also gave me an oil change, and even fixed the crack in my windshield on the house. But when I heard the price for the radiator my head started spinning. Almost $1,000. I didn’t know how I was going to pay that when I still had several bills to set up for my apartment. Thankfully Joe was an awesome guy and gave me a deal. While working for him every paycheck he would deduct a portion of it to go to paying off the radiator.

As we sat in his office and talked about my starting day, which was tomorrow, I noticed that he had pulled his jumpsuit back up but left the zipper down. I asked if I would be required to wear one as well, and he nodded. He then gave his belly a pat and said he’s been needing to get a bigger pair for himself, and that he needed to cut back on eating so much. I just chuckled that he’s getting some extra insulation and subtly slipped in that he looked in great shape. He gave me a kind nod of appreciation in return. Was he perhaps blushing a little under his beard too? As I left his office I saw him turn and grab what looked to be a power bar from a drawer in his desk. Damn that man could eat.

I got my keys and headed off to my new apartment. Thankfully the mover guys were awesome and had used the spare key I gave them to move all my stuff in, they even went the extra mile and attempted to set things up in a casually living space sort of way. I would just have to rearrange a few things, such as the sofa, and the shelves, and the tv stand…. And the tv… and the lamps… Yeah, I’d have to rearrange everything. But oh well, all a part of moving, right? But that would all have to wait until after I rubbed out another quickie and took a shower.

What? I couldn’t help it. Joe was a great looking guy, and he was sweet for offering me a job and being so willing to work with me on the payment. Not to mention he was just my type, big and burly, bearded, and he could eat. That was the best part. I imagined what he would look like with a big bulging gut hanging off his front, the way it would look in his jumpsuit, how tight the suit would be. How his gut would feel underneath me, how it would feel pressed against me, how his beard would feel against my face, against my neck and more. Damn, I was gonna like this job.