Devils' Food

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Devils' Food

By

Brimmingbelly04

Part One

"Cake's a big hit… People are asking for seconds!"  Julio said as he rushed back into the kitchen. "But of course they do, you made it!"

Luke rolled his eyes as he swiftly cut four more perfect slices and then expertly plated them. "It's just Devil's Food…"

"Yeah, so? What's wrong with that?" Julio asked as he reloaded his tray and then waited for more.

"What isn't?" The pastry chef rolled his eyes again. "It's dry, too chocolatey, and has more calories than it's worth!" He shook his head.

"Someone's in a mood!" Julio whistled. "How long have you been here today?"

"All day!" Luke groused.

"Sheesh… Go home, dude. Me and everyone else can handle the rest of the service from here."

"Really? You sure?" He asked as he passed over four more slices of gross (to him, anyway) cake.

"I'm sure," Julio nodded. "Get outta here. Go out! Have some fun!"

Luke huffed. "I'm too tired to have fun…"

"Dude… You're only twenty-nine!"

"So..?"

"So at least stop somewhere and get a drink on the way home," Julio said. "You deserve it."

"I'll think about it," Luke said as he set his knife and spatula down on his workstation and turned away from it, undoing his apron as he did.

"Don't think, do!"

"Maybe…" he replied over his shoulder as he headed for the small locker room off the back of the kitchen, where he tossed his chocolate and crumb-coated apron into the hamper.

Once he'd retrieved his keys and wallet from his locker and punched out, Luke was gone. He left the restaurant through the back and walked down the long, dark alley behind it that would take him to the street. He and many of the other kitchen staff had asked the restaurant's owner to see about getting some better lighting installed back there, but after many requests over the years, they were all still waiting.

Fortunately, the restaurant was located in a relatively good part of Charleston, so Luke wasn't too concerned about his safety as he ambled towards the street. Based on looks alone, someone would've had to be pretty damn desperate to try anything on him…

Luke wasn't tall, nor was he short. If he remembered to straighten his posture to its full potential, he clocked in at 5'9", leaving him a few inches shy of being tall, dark and handsome, but at least he had the other two covered, if not in his own, somewhat unique way… That being said, he was a few inches too tall to be considered "cute," and a good 50-60 lbs too heavy for most to find themselves interested.

His dark brown hair was of mid-length and wavy on top, short and faded on the sides before tapering nicely into his thick beard, which he'd grown to help mask the roundness of his chubby chin. Luke's right nostril was pierced, as were his ears in multiple spots, including gauges in the lobes, giving him a tough look that didn't necessarily match his personality or demeanor. As a result, good or bad, the way he outwardly presented himself sometimes kept people (meaning: guys) away.

As a pastry chef, he was always making wedding cakes, but never his own, which recently, had come to be more of a source of frustration and disappointment. Not only did Luke dislike the flavor of today's cake, he disliked the fact he'd made it for a gay couple three years younger than he was, which just further hit the fact home that try as he might, he just couldn't seem to find the right guy for him.

To be fair, sometimes, he didn't even try at all… Luke planned on tonight being one of those times, even though it'd been ages since he'd last gotten any. He was tired, and just not in the mood to put in the effort when it probably wouldn't pay off anyway. Nine times out of ten, if Luke wanted to go to bed with someone, he needed to be the one to try and make it happen because he wasn't one of the lucky ones, who had guys flocking to and fawning all over him, damn it.

But as he made his way to the street, he got to thinking… He really could use a drink, and it would be nice to have one somewhere other than alone at his apartment, so still headed in its direction, Luke decided to stop at one of Charleston's bars he knew wouldn't be crowded. The last thing he wanted to do was run into some who'd been at a wedding earlier that evening. Hell, he didn't even want to think about weddings if he could help it…

Just before he stepped off the street into the bar, Luke realized he still had on his black chef's coat… Everything else he had on, including the gauges in his ears, were also black, and he knew the bar would be dark, so no one would probably notice. Shit… People hardly ever seemed to notice him anyway, regardless of what he was (or wasn't) wearing.

Just as he'd hoped and expected, there were only a few other people at the bar. As he walked to the far end of it, Luke nodded at the bartender, who barely returned the motion before going back to focusing on wiping down freshly washed glasses. As he started to sit on the stool he'd pulled out for himself, he also started to frown…

His chef's coat was getting tight, again. Back when he started his career as a pastry chef, Luke had weighed just over 200 lbs. Soon-to-be seven years later, if his soon-to-be thirty year old ass didn't start being careful, he'd close out his twenties at 300 lbs, thanks to all the delicious desserts and confections he created more often than not, proving too tempting not to heartily "sample" on a (more than) regular basis.

As his belly came to rest atop his lap, Luke poked at it beneath the bar. He was young enough to still be considered a "cub" in the gay world, but his belly had grown big enough to easily put him into "bear" territory. The corpulent, protruding mass was soft and squishy, yet firm (and large) enough to strain the buttons holding his 3XL coat together in the front.

I've REALLY gotta lose some weight, he told himself again as he waited for the bartender's attention. It's time for me to focus on that because THEN, I can REALLY focus on finding a husband of my own!

When the bartender finally came around, Luke asked for a light beer on tap, not caring about the particulars. Since he wasn't a fan of Devil's Food, he hadn't snacked as much as he usually did at work, leaving him hungry. The old and dark, slightly dank bar, didn't seem like the place to risk ordering a salad (or so he "convinced" himself,) so he ordered a double cheeseburger and fries. If he still wanted to, Luke figured he could start his diet the next day…

As he awaited the arrival of his first beer and late dinner, he looked around, confirming once again that the bar didn't offer much to take in. The few patrons at the other end of it were older and just sitting there, sipping their drinks, quietly talking to one another. Luke kept looking at them, willing them to return his eye contact so he could at least nod back, but none of them ever looked over. The bartender didn't any anything when he slid his beer over, making the present another instance when no one paid him any more attention than they had to.

It didn't take long for Luke's burger and fries to arrive, all of which were very greasy, bordering on extremely, but he was hungry. Five minutes after the bartender wordlessly set his plate in front of him, he'd already downed half its contents. He'd also finished his first beer, so he ordered another. If he had one or two more, he'd end up buzzed, but so what?

Luke wasn't having fun or even much of a good time, but at least he wasn't home alone, mindlessly stuffing his face again as he watched something stupid and mind-numbing on TV. He'd just ordered his third beer when the door to the bar opened inward, and three guys who looked to be about his age, filed in.

Each couldn't have looked more different from one another had they tried, and yet as he stared at them across the bar, Luke noticed they all had something in common… In their own way, each of them was incredibly attractive.

The first to enter the dimly lit space was about 6' tall, classically handsome, and dressed very stylishly. Between his flawless, olive-toned skin, Mediterranean good-looking, and well-defined body, he could've easily been a model… He had short, nicely styled, dark brown hair which was slicked back, and sported a thick five o'clock shadow.

The second guy to enter the bar was a few inches shorter than the first and looked to be Korean. He was surprisingly thick with muscle, his left arm, which bulged out of his tight, expensive looking dark gray Polo, was covered in a sleeve of tattoos Luke couldn't make out, but the diamond stud he wore in each ear were big and flashy enough to catch his attention. His handsome, youthful face had no hair on it (making it look all the younger,) while the black hair topping his head was neatly styled up top in a rather old-school manner, but more modernly tapered and faded on the sides.

The last of the trio to set foot inside was the tallest by far… If Luke had to guess, the hulking, tan Latino was just a few inches short of being 7'. Not only did he tower over his friends, the third guy was considerably bulkier than them… He had absolutely massive arms and pecs, all of which strained his tight, black t-shirt just slightly more than his small (relatively speaking) but noticeable potbelly did. He had a medium-brown, short but very full and obviously well-maintained beard, and the most unusual hairstyle of the group: a short and flat mohawk. His septum was pierced with a silver ring and his ears housed silver gauges that were almost twice the diameter of Luke's, who was impressed…

He wasn't picky when it came to guys but unfortunately, more often than not, the same couldn't be said in return. As Luke popped the last of his burger into his mouth and chewed, he briefly allowed himself to imagine having the balls to strike up conversations with just one of the three studs, but yeah, right…

Why? Because he wasn't that guy, but that didn't even matter. What did was that as much as he wished he was, he really wasn't the type of man any of them would ever be interested in.

Expecting the trio to stop somewhere around the middle of the otherwise open bar, Luke lowered his gaze and focused it on his remaining French fries. He grabbed all of them at once, thoroughly dunked them into the giant blob of ketchup on his plate, and then popped them into his mouth.

At some point while chewing the last of his crazy dinner, he closed his eyes. He felt dejected. This couldn't be his life and yet it was. Luke liked his job (most of the time) and he had a decent group of friends, but he wanted more. Almost thirty, he wanted stability. He wanted to make his own wedding cake. He wanted to have someone to go home to other than his foster kitten, someone to bring a leftover slice of cake, who would make him happy and vice versa.

Luke was so absorbed in his thoughts he didn't realize the trio hadn't stopped at the middle of the bar. He didn't realize they'd taken the three seats to his right till the shortest one, the muscled Korean, cleared his throat.

"Hey there," he said with his smile, his voice unexpectedly deep.

"Oh, hey!" Luke replied, eyes bulging as he grabbed for his napkin to wipe his greasy lips.

"Hello…" the giant Latino nodded, his voice not as deep as expected given his enormous stature.

"Looks like you enjoyed your dinner," the Mediterranean hunk smirked as he nodded at Luke's empty plate. "Clean plate club…"

"Ha!" Luke anxiously laughed, suddenly mortified. "Yep…"

"Was it good?"

"Um…" he hesitated. "Not really," he admitted with another laugh and a shake of his head. "I was just starving after a long day at work."

"Something tells me you don't usually go all day without eating…" the Korean noted, somehow without sounding judgmental.

"I don't," Luke confirmed. "Usually, I eat all throughout… I'm a pastry chef, so I'm constantly taste-testing. Well, more than that…" he admitted in a sigh as he looked down at his big, soft belly.

"What, weren't a fan of what you made today?"

"I wasn't, but everyone else was, which is what matters," Luke smiled, feeling proud of his work, even if it was just making a (very important) cake.

"What was today's offering?" The Mediterranean model asked.

"A Devil's Food wedding cake."

"You don't like Devil's Food?"

"It's a bit…" Luke paused. "Overrated to me."

"I see… So…"

Mediterranean was cut off by the bartender, who of course, warmly greeted he and his friends, unlike how he'd "welcomed" Luke. "Hey, guys! Thanks for comin' in! What'll it be?"

"Three of whatever he's having," the tallest guy replied. "Plus one more for him," he said as he pulled out his wallet and took two hundred-dollar bills out and handed them over to the bartender. "And keep 'em coming."

"Yes, sir!" The bartender smiled and nodded before scurrying off to pour the first four beers.

"Oh!" Luke laughed. "Thanks, but…"

"Do you have somewhere to be?" The Korean asked.

"No, but…"

"Work tomorrow?"

Luke shook his head. "I'm off, but…"

"Then stay and hang," the Korean shrugged. "Are you from here?"

"Born and raised," Luke nodded. "You guys?"

"We're visiting."

"Business or pleasure?" He asked.

"Some of both," the Latino replied with a smirk.

"Nice," Luke smiled back. "I've just gotta say… Your hair…"

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Mediterranean scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Luke laughed. "On someone else, it would be," he nodded. "But on you… it works."

"See!" The mohawked man grinned as he sat back and crossed his huge arms over his huge chest as the other two shook their heads and looked away. Obviously, his haircut had been a point of contention amongst the group.

"I'm Luke, by the way…"

"Luke…" the Korean repeated. "A biblical name."

"Um, yeah, I guess?" He shrugged.

"Do you practice?"

"Practice..?" He repeated.

"Christianity," Korean nodded.

"Not exactly…" Luke shook his head. "I haven't been to church in years. I still believe in God, but…"

"I see."

"Don't you?" He asked. "If not God, don't you believe in some higher power?"

"We do," the Latino confirmed.

"That's cool," Luke nodded, finding it more than a little strange he'd replied not only for himself but his friends, but before he could put much more thought into it, the bartender returned with their beers and the Mediterranean had steered the conversation in a different direction, one Luke found himself unable to remember…

The rest of the night was a blur. He remembered having another beer, or maybe two more, and trying to talk a little more about what had brought the trio to Charleston, South Carolina. If they went any further into detail, including giving him their names, he didn't remember.

What he did somewhat recall was eventually agreeing to go back to the guys' AirBNB… It was a large, loft-type space, located on the second floor of an otherwise empty, old building. Drunk as he was, Luke remembered the interior being very sparsely, but nicely furnished, and the kitchen being unusually huge and well-stocked, including with more beer he certainly didn't need by then but continued to accept.

What Luke didn't remember was there being any defined rooms… Bathroom aside, everything seemed to be out in the open, including the rental's one bed, which was bigger than any he'd previously known to exist. It was almost the size of two kings pushed together, and sat in the middle of the space, in what was probably intended to be the living room.

The enormous bed was made up in shiny, blood red, silk sheets, and had more pillows dotted about it than Luke's drunken brain could easily count. Not long after getting to the still nameless guys' "vacation rental," all four of them started shedding their clothes and then proceeded to put the massive, low-lying bed and its fine linens to the test.

Luke was in heaven, or so he thought… Never before had one guy, let alone three, paid so much attention to him. As soon as they were all naked, Luke felt shame and embarrassment trying to creep their way back into his clouded mind, but thankfully, before either were able to take hold, he was whisked off into a pleasure high he cursed himself for not being fully able to process or appreciate since he was so damn drunk.

But if all three of these sexy hunks were being so attentive to him, why couldn't he remember their names! Had they even shared them? Was he just too drunk to remember?

Whatever the case, Luke didn't dare stop what was happening. This was not how he'd ever imagined this, let alone any other of his nights ending, but with what little sense he had left, he decided to say "fuck it" and just go for it.

He knew he should have, but Luke didn't allow himself to question why three studs had all simultaneously taken such interest in him?! He could hardly get one guy interested in him, if only for a night, let alone three?! It didn't make sense, but he was too drunk to try and make it, so he just tried to enjoy all the overdue attention he otherwise never got.

After having gone so long without, Luke didn't let himself worry when the guys took their turns topping him. Likewise, he didn't allow himself to be concerned when in turn, all three of them blew their load unencumbered, deep inside him.

As they did, whoever wasn't fucking him, was sucking his dick, playing with his balls and belly, or licking, sucking and teasing one of his prominent nipples. For almost two hours, as each of the studs took their slow and sensual turn, Luke was a writhing, moaning and groaning sex-fiend, eagerly and unquestioningly willing to take any and everything thrown at or into him.

Somewhere around three in the morning, the party finally came to an end, which Luke was ready for it to by then. His already sizable paunch suddenly felt extra bloated from all the cum his ass had consumed. There was no denying he'd been the three "amigos" well-used cum dump, nor that he'd loved each and every second of it he could still recall.

As each fucked him, Luke vaguely recalled the guy occupying his hole muttering something. What they'd said, he didn't know, but didn't care, otherwise too drunk and distracted. Still, subconsciously, he knew something was off, but every time his mind tried to go in that direction, he found himself awash in another bout of pleasure he just went along with, without getting around to asking any questions.

fter each of the guys had gotten off inside of him, during which Luke also blew each time, they all passed out. Initially, they cuddled, but before long, the three studs separated themselves and scooted off to an unoccupied corner of the enormous bed, leaving the naked, sleeping Luke, alone in the middle of it. As he started to drift off, what remained of Luke's consciousness told him to remember to thank Julio for his suggestion…

Yes, it'd taken some effort on his part, but he'd been handsomely rewarded for it. Luke wore a big, silly grin as he drifted off in the middle of the giant bed, thick and still hot seed dribbling from his well-worked hole.