A Man and His Boy, Chapter 5

[previously: “I know, boy, a lot of questions tonight. But I’m trying to get to know you better. So tell me, how do you feel about Mexican food?”

“I love it, sir,” I said. He smiled.]

“I love it, too,” Daddy said. “You know, I was actually out with some friends at this great new Mexican place in Chelsea before I came to the Eagle tonight. They make a wicked tlacoyo. Very spicy, incredibly sensitive and flavorful. Now, I’m a big man, would you agree?” He didn’t wait for a response. “Yeah, there’s a lot of me. I have to eat a lot to keep this body going. I must’ve had three of those things, and they aren’t small. That’s how I got this,” he patted his round paunch. “Do you like Daddy’s belly? Why don’t you give it a little kiss?”

I sat up and began to kiss his big gut, the rope pulling taut against my wrists. His belly rumbled deeply as I drew my tongue over its curves. I could feel gentle gurgling and bubbling inside. “I love your belly, daddy. I think it’s so sexy.”