When I was seventeen years old, I got a job in a neighboring town working at a pizza shop. I didn't have a car, so I got a ride to work with a guy named Pete who had been hired at the same time I was. Pete was a big-built guy in his mid-thirties, with the kind of solid personality that makes people say "He's a hell of a nice guy." Pete has dark hair, cut short, and had dark hair on his muscular arms.
I felt a little intimidated by Pete at first; I was short and small-built, and when Pete stood up next to me, I was looking across not into his face but into his chest. But Pete's talk put me at ease, and it didn't take very long before I had worked up the courage to tell him I liked to have sex with men.
Fortunately, Pete was all for the idea, and there were many days when we left work and he drove me up to some deserted country road and had me perform oral sex on him. I enjoyed doing this for him, and I soon came to trust Pete as a good friend. I sometimes wondered why he liked me; he was nearly twice my size and twice my age, but he was always friendly to me.
Pete thought I was cute, and made no secret of this. He would look at me and smile his scheming smile. "Those big innocent eyes, those eyelashes," he would say, half making fun of me. "I want to eat him up."
I always thought Pete was just saying this last part as a figure of speech, and would smile at what I took to be a compliment about my appearance. It had never occured to me that it might actually be possible for one guy to swallow another, even when the guy was as much bigger as Pete was bigger than me. By the time I learned my mistake, it was too late; I should have taken warning at what Pete was saying.
I was walking into town one day when Pete unexpectedly drove up in his car. He said, "Hey, there, Sean!" in his usual friendly voice.
"Hi, Pete!" I said. "What's new?"
"Well, remember that house out in the woods I pointed out to you one time? I just bought it."
"Great!" I said, pleased for him. I knew that he had really hoped to buy that house. It fit his personality perfectly: it was out in a rugged area, far from the town.
Then Pete suggested, "Wanna go for a ride?" He patted the seat next to him. "We can run by and see it right now."
I figured Pete was inviting me to have sex in his new house. I was agreeable to this idea, so I accepted at climbed into his car. We talked on the way there, and I noticed that Pete kept stealing glances at me with a hungry look in his eyes. I didn't think too much of this, figuring he was just looking forward to having sex with me.
We finally got to the house, and we got out of the car, slamming the doors shut. Pete unlocked the house and waved me inside. Then he took me on a tour of the house, talking about his plans for it. He had moved in all of his things, but things weren't unpacked yet; there were still boxes everywhere.
When the tour was finished, Pete took a good look at me. He was not one to mince words. "You know, the thing that would be just right would be a good blow-job to break the house in," he said. "How'd you like to give it to me?"
"Sure," I said.
"Get out of your clothes," said Pete.
I undressed, watching Pete undress also. Before, we had always had sex in his car, which was too cramped to get undressed in, but here in his house we could get naked and have sex properly. I had never seen him undressed standing up before, and was a little startled at just how much bigger Pete was than me. His arms were thick; he could have easily picked me up. I looked at his large, solid chest. The thick hair on his chest tapered down to the dark wiry pubic hairs around his cock. I had little body hair and was shorter than Pete. I felt suddenly skinny and vulnerable.
I stood naked in front of Pete, expecting him to take me in his arms and start kissing me. But he just looked at me with a smile that I found a little disquieting.
"You look good enough to eat," he said.
"Thank you," I said, still thinking he just meant that he found me to be cute.
"I can do it, you know," he said, still smiling.
"What do you mean?" I asked, not understanding.
"I can eat you," he said.
My confusion must have shown on my face. Was he talking about oral sex? He was welcome to perform oral sex on me if he liked, but he had usually wanted me to perform it on him, which I had done. "I don't understand," I said.
"I'm hungry," he said, raising an eyebrow. "You probably don't think I can really swallow you. Did you know that some men can really stretch out their mouths, and their throats and stomachs too, big enough to swallow a guy your size? I can do that. I've eaten other guys before, even some a little bigger than you." He patted his furry stomach. "How'd you like to be inside of me?"
I felt fear beginning to tingle up my spine, but I couldn't believe what he was saying. "I don't know what you mean," I said.
"I think you do," he said, taking a step closer to me. "I just wanted to thank you for all the excellent sex, but now I'm going to do what I've wanted to do with you all along. I'm going to eat you."
My heart started to pound in my chest. "Keep away from me," I said in a quavering voice. "I'll scream."
"Go ahead," said Pete, looking amused as he took another step toward me. "Nobody can hear you out here."
I still didn't believe that Pete could really swallow me as he had described, but the things he was saying were frightening me, and I bolted toward the door. Pete moved faster than me, and stood naked in front of the door with his eyes glittering hungrily at me. "Going running around in the woods without your clothes? I don't think so," he said. Before I could stop him, he had put his two large hands on my waist and lifted me up so that my face was even with his.
"Put me down!" I exclaimed, trembling. I looked into Pete's face and was going to say something else, but the astonishment at what I saw took my words away. Pete very slowly opened his mouth, just a little at first, but wider, wider, impossibly wide, until I realized in shock that he might have been serious when he said he could swallow me. I thrashed wildly, but his hold on my waist was too firm. I looked in terror into his mouth: the rows of white teeth, the large flat tongue, the back of his mouth which disappeared in an uncertain darkness.
He lifted me up so that the top of my head was touching his wide-open lips. I could feel his lips pressing down like a crown around my head. "Stop it!" I screamed. "I don't want you to eat me!"
Pete took no notice of my words, but began to feed me into his mouth. I felt his lips slide down across my hair. My ears bent down against his lips and then snapped back into place inside his mouth when he pushed me a little further in. I felt his tongue against my forehead. His lower lip was against my eyebrows now. I could not see what Pete looked like, but his mouth must have been stretched grotesquely large.
The last thing I saw was a quick, dizzy view down the front of Pete's body. I could see his hairy chest and abdomen, and his cock dangling below that, and much further below I could see his bare feet planted firmly on the floor. He was strong enough and massive enough that my weight and thrashing did not affect his balance at all; he stood solidly on the floor as he continued to feed me into his mouth.
Then Pete's lips passed my eyes and ears. I involuntarily closed my eyes, and the sound around me was immediately muffled. I could hear the wet sounds inside Pete's mouth as he continued to slide me in, but heard nothing else from the outside. My mouth was still outside Pete's, but my last cry "No!" was abruptly cut off when Pete pushed the rest of my head into his mouth.
I could feel Pete's lips around my neck like a collar now. Pete paused for a moment, taking a few deep breaths before resuming swallowing me. I could feel my whole body trembling, and my heart was pounding. Then I felt Pete adjust his grip around my waist, and he slid his lips around my shoulders. His teeth barely grazed me as he slid me between them; I wasn't even scratched.
I had been waving my arms wildly, but this motion was gradually reduced as Pete took me further in, pinning my arms to my sides. I felt his lips glide across my nipples. My head was now halfway down Pete's throat, and I felt his throat muscles constricting and relaxing around me, pulling me gently but firmly inward. I felt the blood rushing to my head in my nearly upside-down position.
Pete was now halfway down my body. If someone could have seen him, they would have seen a pair of naked legs hanging out of his mouth, kicking frantically. This kicking did not stop Pete. Since his lips were now around my waist, he slid his hands down my legs and took a firm grip of them. He needed a little extra push to get my pelvis through his mouth, but he opened his jaw a bit further to an even more unbelievable width, and slid my pelvis through. I could feel his upper teeth graze gently across my ass.
From this point, completing the swallowing process was easy for Pete. Moment by moment, more of me was sliding inside of him. My thighs passed into his mouth, and then his lips were around my knees. From my head to my knees, I could feel the warm, wet pressure of Pete's throat and mouth all around me; only my calves and feet were still in the coolness outside of Pete's body.
Although I was filled with terror and hardly had any clear thoughts, part of me was cursing my foolishness for not understand what Pete had meant when he looked at me and said, "I want to eat him up." I had been foolish to come with Pete to this isolated house, and I had been foolish to take off my clothes. I realized now that Pete had planned the whole thing all along, even to the point of having me take off my clothes so that I would be smoother and easier for him to swallow.
The rest of my legs glided into Pete's mouth. Now there was hardly any pushing by Pete's hands; the swallowing motion of Pete's throat muscles was pulling me inside. His lips were around my ankles now. I pushed my feet as hard as I could against his cheeks, trying to keep him from swallowing me any further. I felt the stubble on his face against my feet. But this was futile; it only took Pete a moment to pry my feet from his face and slide me the rest of the way in.
Pete closed his mouth, which relaxed back to its normal size. Then I felt him swallow. In one smooth motion, all of me slid down his throat, and a moment later I was curled up in his stomach.
Someone who saw Pete would have been struck immediately by the large bulge in his stomach. But Pete was here alone, far out in the woods, and nobody would ever see the bulge. Pete walked over to the sofa and sat down on it, sighing in contentment. He looked down at his stomach and said, "It's too bad in a way. You were excellent sex. But men get hungry, and I had to eat you." He patted his stomach in contentment and closed his eyes.
For several moments I remained aware of myself inside of Pete. I was curled up in his stomach, which was extremely cramped. I could feel the warm, smooth surface of his stomach walls all around me. Even now I had not stopped struggling; I could only make the slightest motions in this confined space, pushing feebly at the sides of Pete's stomach, but it was to no avail.
Pete felt me struggling inside him and smiled with his eyes closed. He loved that feeling. Some of the boys he had eaten before had just given up at some point; perhaps they had gone into shock, or maybe they just realized that struggle was useless against Pete's physical size and strength and capacity to swallow. But some boys, like me, continued struggling even after they had been completely swallowed. Pleased by the slight motion inside him, Pete drifted off to sleep.
Late at night, someone looking in the window would have seen Pete stretched out on the sofa, fast asleep. In his abdomen was still a large bulge which the sleeping Pete was busy digesting. Pete stayed in his house the next day and the next, until his enormously distended stomach gradually returned to its normal size. Pete would not need to eat again for some time.
Each time Pete ate a young man like me, he grew a little large and stronger. My assimilated matter was absorbed into Pete's bloodstream and throughout his body. His arm muscles and hands grew a bit stronger, as did his legs. His chest became a bit more muscular, and the hair on his chest curled a little more as my absorbed matter helped it to grow. Pete would scratch his chest, perhaps thinking of me.
Finally Pete got up, got dressed, and drove away in his car. He remembered the first few times he had eaten young men, and how he had sometimes missed them and even felt a little sorry about having eaten them. But not now. He viewed swallowing boys like me as his right, the right of the larger over the smaller, of the stronger over the weaker. He was feeling horny now, and would go and find himself another young man to have sex with, until his appetite grew again, and he again felt the need to swallow the object of his affections.
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