Abel glanced once more over the PDF contract pulled up on his phone. A bunch of legalese, some of which he understood better or worse than the rest, concluding with the statement, “I hereby, in sound mind and under no duress, do willingly commit my body to be devoured by the undersigned, knowing full well that said ingestion may result in the termination of my life.”
The boy snorted in amusement, shifting on his dorm room bed, chin rested in his hand as he scrolled down to the bottom of the page and signed it. He startled at a knock on the door. He stretched with a grimace, scratching his armpit and yawning as he went to open it. Standing before him was a guy he’d never met, a good foot taller than him, looked like a grad student based on his age.
“Yo, man,” Abel said, tilting his head in question. “Can I help you?”
The guy chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as his eyes flicked up and down Abel’s body. “Yeah I was just passing by and, uh. I got a notification. From, um...” He hesitated, glancing down the hall on either side, then leaned closer, murmuring, “uh, from, you know. The app?” He held up his phone, displaying, to Abel’s surprise, the contract he’d just signed. The other guy, Brad, apparently, had already taken the liberty of signing his name on the other dotted line.
“Oh. Ok, cool. Sweet. You, uh, wanna come in?” Abel asked, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb.
Brad shook his head. “Nah, I was on my way back to my apartment, just figured I’d, you know. Eat you before I headed back.”
Abel felt a shiver of excitement run up his spine. Brad’s sheepishness seemed more to do with the semi-public nature of this conversation more than the conversation’s content. His casual use of the words made Abel’s cock stir in his pants. *Eat you.* Brad was going to eat him.
“Alright, whatever you want, dude.” Abel unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear. “I’m all yours.”
“Right on. Thanks, bro.” Brad gave him a playful head rub, mussing his hair before taking hold of his shoulders and drawing him in close, jaws stretching wide. Abel’s breath hitched as he started to slide down along the warm tongue, past the dangling uvula and into the tight embrace of Brad’s slimy gullet, descending forever into the dark.
Brad let out a sigh of relief as he collapsed on his couch, unbuttoning his pants to make more breathing room for his bloated belly. He moaned happily as he gave it a firm slap, letting out a gurgly belch. *uuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrpppp....*
His roommate Dan poked his head around the corner at the sound, eyeing Brad’s swollen stomach. Abel had stopped moving around on the car ride back over but it was still obvious what had happened. “I wish you would have texted me,” Dan chided. “I was gonna cook us both dinner.” He ducked back into the kitchen. “So who was it this time?”
“Some sophomore,” Brad yawned, scratching the swollen hairy dome. “Think I’ve seen him around before. He tasted good. Wish I’d fucked him first, but I was ready to just chill.”
Picking up the remote, he turned on the TV, gently rubbing his churning tummy as Abel was slowly digested away.
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