Date: Sun, 12 Jul 2009 13:53:56 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Pudge's Diet

			       PUDGE'S DIET
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     I was down in the mouth when I walked in the kitchen door after my
doctor's visit. Oh, God! Tony was sitting right there. Waiting for me, his
yellow tanktop and blue shorts showing off the muscles he'd started putting
on two years ago. He wasn't any muscle-bound goof yet, but he was well on
his way. He kept his sandy-brown hair cut short, almost military, and the
girls in my class were already drooling over him. No that he wanted girls
my age. "So, what'd he say, Pudge?" he asked me. "What'd the doctor say?"
Tony is my brother, and he's sixteen, four years older than me. Just old
enough to boss me around and get away with it. Witness that I put up with
his nickname for me, offensive as it was.
     "None of your business!" I snapped.
     But Mom, of course, couldn't keep quiet about it. It really sucks
being twelve. Nobody listens to you and nobody trusts you. Even the doctor
had dragged Mom in after he was done examining me, talked to her instead of
me.
     "The doctor said that Paul is borderline diabetic." Mom blurted right
out.
     "Mom!"
     "He's got Paul on a very strict diet. Paul has to lose at least forty
pounds. If he does, his blood sugar ought to go back to normal, the doctor
said. We all have to watch him carefully for the next few weeks, make sure
he doesn't cheat on his diet, okay, Tony?"
     "Oh, jeez!" I moaned. I was nothing like Tony, I was round all over,
quite a bit round, and had been for as long as I could remember. I was the
guy they picked last at sports, the guy they laughed at and taunted,
singing that dumb "two by four" song about.
     "Okay, Mom." Tony said. "I'll make sure that Pudge doesn't eat a thing
he shouldn't."
     "No sweets, no fats, lots of vegetables and grain." Mom went on. I
just went on into my room. Well, mine and Tony's. It really sucks, you
know?
     Now, where did I put that candy bar. I'd bought it the day before and
didn't get to it, so I stuck it away and figured on having it later. Well,
this was later, and I'd better get used to sneaking my sweets where I
could.
     I'd just dug it out when Tony walked in on me. "Mom!" he promptly
belted out. "Mom, Pudge's got a candy bar!"
     I stuffed it back into my bedside drawer where I'd put it. "I have
not!" I said.
     Mom came upstairs. "Now, Paul, you can't have any sweets right now,
baby." she said to me.
     "I don't have any candy, Tony's making it up!"
     "He stuck it in his nightstand!" Tony gleefully tattled on me. "He put
a Snickers bar in there!"
     And Mom actually came over to my bedside.
     "Mom!" I protested. "It was my last one! Honest!"
     "I'll just put it away for you, and you can have it when the doctor
says you can have it." Mom explained.
     "Better take his piggy bank too!" Tony suggested. "Otherwise, he'll be
buying candy on the way to school."
     Mom looked at me, and I guess I looked guilty. I had planned on doing
just that. What she said next took a while, so I'll spare you the
details. I got reminded how this was for my own good and I couldn't cheat,
no matter how much I wanted to, because it was only until I could bring my
weight down to where it should be. And to my mortification, Tony was
drafted into being my personal guard the entire time until I was down to
weight. He was to walk to school with me, meet me for lunch (which I was to
carry instead of buy) and (worst of all!), Tony got to handle my allowance
for me until I was down that forty pounds. I was to watch my weight the
rest of my life and hope that I didn't develop diabetes in the future,
something which the doctor couldn't offer any guarantees no matter how I
ate.
     And then I went down to dinner. A piece of broiled fish and a pile of
vegetables. I ate that while Tony wolfed down the pizza Mom had made for
the rest of the family. God, I wanted a piece of that pizza so bad!
     My lunch was as bad, a bran muffin and carrot sticks and an
apple. Trust me, nobody wants to trade for any of that. And I didn't have a
dime in my pocket to buy anything. Even if I had, Tony was watching me like
a hawk from his own table nearby.
     And he kept on watching. He could torment me and earn points with Mom
and Dad at the same time! By the third day, I was so hungry, I could have
eaten the wallpaper! My stomach growled all the time, I was sick of chewing
lettuce and broccoli and eating bran flakes for breakfast. Mom tried with
the food, really...but with no sugar and no fat, it all tasted the same to
me...bleah!
     The third day when I got home, I was beaten. Ready to beg. Tony was on
his bed, with a bag of marshmallows. I drooled when I saw them. "Tony?" I
said, whining.
     Tony didn't need to hear me ask. "No, you can't have any." And he
picked up a handful of them, and crammed them all in his mouth at once.
     I moaned when I saw that. God, marshmallows! "Please, Tony! I'm awful
hungry."
     "You have to wait until dinner." Tony mumbled around his mouthful of
sugary sweets. "Mom said so. I think she's making you something with
cauliflower and chicken. We're getting tuna casserole."
     I groaned. "Tony, God! I got to have something to eat! Anything, man,
anything at all! Even a bran muffin! Can't I get an extra muffin, even?
Anything to eat, I'm so hungry, I'll eat anything!" I whimpered. "I'll do
anything, just give me something to eat!"
     "I got something you can eat." Tony offered.
     "Huh?" I looked up at him.
     Tony was cupping his crotch. "You want to chow down on this?"
     "You're disgusting."
     "Hey, you said you wanted something to eat." Tony offered. "Said you'd
eat anything."
     "I meant food." I clarified.
     "So did I." Tony said. "You work this dick, I'll give you this bag of
marshmallows."
     I don't think you can understand the level of my temptation
here. Three days without proper food. Your stomach shrinks when you're on a
diet...but it takes about a week to do that. I was hungry in a way I'd
never been before. And...marshmallows.
     So I gulped hard and said, "Mom wouldn't find out?"
     Tony looked at me, I don't think he really expected me to agree. But
now that I had. "No, I wouldn't tell Mom." he said. "Just between you and
me."
     "Well...okay, then." I said. "But you promise?" Those marshmallows
were calling my name, otherwise, I never would have agreed.
     "Sure, I promise." Tony began to pull at his sweatshorts and tugged
them down, lifting up his hips to get them down to his knees. His jock was
next and then his fat dong was slopped over onto one leg. Tony is really
lucky, his dick is so big and fat. "Okay, Pudge, come on and chow down on
this, and then you can chow down on these." He showed me the half-full
bag. Had to be over twenty marshmallows left in there. I could eat them one
at a time, chew them slowly, they'd last me about fifteen minutes that
way. Fifteen whole minutes of sweets!
     That thought steeled me for what I did next, which was to kneel down
by Tony's bed and lean over his crotch. His cock, which had been flaccid on
his leg, began to jerk and rise up as I neared it. A pearl of clear
pre-come bubbled up at the tip.
     "Come on, Pudge." Tony said to me, his voice going hoarse from his
lust. I knew Tony whacked off every night and usually in the bathroom in
the morning, too. So he was always ready to get off again. "Come on, suck
on that big sausage of mine."
     I put my lips on it, expecting it to taste coarse and nasty. Isn't
that what dick is supposed to taste like, all yucky? What I got surprised
me. It tasted like a sausage! All meaty and warm and salty and thick. And
that pearl of clear fluid on top. It was like the icing on a cake, all
extra sweet and creamy! I licked it with my tongue, froze as the flavor hit
it, and then licked it off carefully. Tony moaned and more bubbled out to
replace it, and I licked it off again. I was hungry, that hungry. Now I had
a sweet-cream topping on a hot man-sausage and it was mine, all mine!
     I grabbed it with my hand and milked some more of that luscious liquid
out of it. Tony didn't argue, he moaned. "Ah, yeah, Pudge, come on, squeeze
out more of my love-juice, come on, you're hungry, I'll feed you, I'll feed
you real good, to come on, get that head of yours bobbing up and down on my
pud, come on, yeah, yeah!"
     With his hand on my head to urge me on, I began to move. Oh, wow, more
of that salty, meaty flavor was on his shaft! That made me want to get all
of it. I began to stuff him down deeper, deeper!
     Tony was moaning as I got more and more of him into me. "Oh, God,
Pudge, you're a great cocksucker, come on, take it all, take all twelve
motherfucking inches!" Tony was exaggerating on his size, but he did have a
nice big one! I couldn't get it any deeper, so I pulled off and began
licking on the sides, savoring all the marvelous flavor of his dong. I
wanted it all, all!
     "Oh, man, yeah, lick that like you would an ice-cream cone, oh, man!"
Tony grunted. "Shit, I'm so fucking hot, if I'd known you sucked cock this
good I'd've been shoving it down your throat the day you were born! Ah,
God, yeah!"
     I'd gotten all his taste off of him, all that was left now was my own
saliva coating his entire pud thickly. The way Tony was puffing and
panting, I figured he was ready to blow and I could get those marshmallows,
so I went back to the top and stuffed his cock back into my mouth and
throat.
     Tony nearly climbed the wall when I did that, he thrashed and his
hands grabbed me and he hunched at my mouth hard and fast, it hurt but only
lasted a few seconds, and then he was blasting his load. He let go when he
did and I pulled back and that meant I got the spunk right in my mouth.
     God, it was sweet, too! Tony ate quite a few sweet things, fat things,
more than I was allowed to these days, and it was all concentrated in his
jizz, he creamed and it was like eating all the best things of the day, all
at once! I gulped down that wad and more flowed in to feed me, I was
eating, eating it all, eating well! Oh, God, yeah, more, more, come on,
more! I sucked at him greedily, and siphoned every last dreg out of his
cock, until he was drained, worn out, and even flinched at my mouth
slurping on him and he winced and pulled away.
     "Man, that was great!" Tony said as he slumped back onto his
bed. "You, Pudge, are one damned fine cocksucker, you know that."
     "Okay." I said. "Now, hand over those marshmallows."
     "Huh?"
     "The marshmallows." I said. "You said if I sucked you off, you'd give
me the rest of the marshmallows."
     "I said I'd give you the bag of marshmallows." And Tony pulled out the
marshmallow bag, now empty (I'd been so busy sucking him, I hadn't seen if
he'd eaten them or what) and handed it to me. "You can turn it inside out
and lick it, I guess."
     "You doofus!" I said. "That's not fair."
     Tony just laughed. "Hey, I got a Payday in my backpack. You give me
another blowjob like that at bedtime, I'll give it to you then."
     Another blowjob. Another chance to skim off that luscious man-flavor
from his cock, and then drink down that so-sweet jizz.
     "Well...okay." I said in what I hoped was a pissed-off sound. "But you
got to deliver on the candy bar. No empty wrapper or nothing."
     "I said I'd give you a Payday and I will." Tony said. He probably had
some other scam to defraud me.
     I went into the bathroom and got on the scale. "Hey, I've lost ten
pounds already!" I said.
     "A benefit of the protein bar I was feeding you." Tony said, and
haw-hawed.
     At this rate, I'd be down to my proper weight in only a few weeks. By
then, Tony would be so used to me sucking him off, he wouldn't even try to
trick me into doing it.
     This was a diet I could stick with!

				  THE END
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