Everytime I go out, I always end up with a twink in my gut. It’s like I’m a magnet and they’re attracted to me, but the guy stewing away on my waist was actually the quarterback from the college football team. I was at the gym changing out of my workout clothes, the only way to work off twink fat, when I stumbled across him in the locker room. He started talking about how hot I looked and I was already pretty hungry from excersing. I made him stand up and get naked, expecting the 220 pounds of beef in front of me like the meat he was going to be. I licked him from his soft abs up to his face, ending in a deep kiss with my hand on the back of his head. This wasn’t my first prey, I’d been enjoying having boys on my menu since high school, so I had enough experience to get my meal down fast and still enjoy the aromatic taste of my meals. Jocks like this guy were always leaking testerone and the musky scent mixing with his natural body juices were erupting across my mouth like flavor bombs. I opened my lips, stretching them first over his lips, then his nose and eventually his face while I licked every place my tongue could reach. Athletes were a rare treat that I didn’t get too often, so I made sure to enjoy this one while I had him. I sucked his head in until my lips came to rest around his neck, reliving the memories of past prey going down the same hungry gullet he was about to enter. I held his shoulders tight as the broad, well muscled boy began to tense up at his new status as food for the stomach he complemented. I saw his name on his bag, Bucky, most likely a nickname from his teammates, while I dislocated my jaw in an effort to fit him in. I like knowing my prey’s names, it makes the meal more intimate and that makes it even more delicious. Not that Bucky needed help tasting better, my lips were wet with drool as I swallowed and started feeding his wide shoulders into my mouth. I had to give it to him, he was jacked and it was impressive, but all it really did was make him that much more succulent for the fatty getting to shove him in his fat sack. After a careful, hard swallow, his head started down my throat as my peristaltic muscles claimed him. He started to shake, getting nervous at being someone’s post-workout snack, at least that’s what I assumed. I pinned his veiny forearms to his side, knowing he couldn’t get away now, but he could still hit me on the way down, but let go when he found a way up on the bench he was sitting on when I found him. He bent down so his chest was forced in and presented a new cut of meat for me to lick, almost like he was serving himself to me. I was grateful for such a willing prey and happy to oblige his desire to feed me, especially since his musky taste was the only thought going through my hungry mind. I found myself craving more and more of Bucky and I’d barely started eating him. I felt a little impatient until he bent down again, then pushed as hard as he could forward, almost like he was jumping off a diving board, eliciting a sudden swallow from me. I couldn’t believe it, but he pushed himself in to the waist and had his lower body hanging out of my mouth. I looked in a mirror and smiled at how ridiculous I looked with a guy hanging outside of my mouth while my mouth and throat were bulging with Bucky inside. While he tried to wiggle his way in further, I knew he couldn’t find the footing to do it, so I cupped his perfectly round bubble butt and opened my mouth for the best part. When I opened my lips, all the sweat I missed from his lunge pooled underneath my tongue and mixed in with my saliva. I wanted to savor the exploding flavor I found, but I wanted to taste his cock and big rump even more. I gulped him in and fit his crotch entirely in my maw. This was the best part about eating guys, getting to taste the most delicious part of their body, where the flavors of salty cum, sweat and manliness played together to make the sensational taste all Pred’s crave. Younger guys like him were always masturbating and letting their cum soak the area around their cocks, which was like a musky marinade for Preds to lick up. By the way his tasted, he must jerk off a lot because he was making my mouth water in joy. I was so focused on licking his sinfully delicious balls, that I didn’t feel him getting close to cuming from my tongue’s stimulation. I moved to his butt, which was the biggest part of him and explored his crack, relishing the groans he let out in my throat at the feeling. When my tongue brushed across his anus, I could feel him spasm at the slightest touch, making it a game to see how long before he blew his precious load. I pushed in at the sphincter and dug my tongue inside him, watching his toes curl up outside my mouth in ecstasy until his legs straightened out. He came while I was still inside him, giving me the chance to guide his load down my throat and over his body. I loved making my prey orgasm one last time, knowing it would be the last before they were reduced to being food for a Pred. I played with him long enough and decided it was time to claim my prize, grabbing his thighs and pushing them in as I swallowed. He was bursting with meat in my jaws as he was pushed into my voracious stomach, which opened up in preperation for its large meal. Bucky was bigger than I expected, but he was worth the effort to get in my gut. I gulped again, pulling his thighs down as his calves took their place. A few more well placed swallows and I was sucking in his toes and sealing him inside of me, half in my stomach, part in my throat and his musky feet resting in my mouth. I wished he lasted longer, but the salty mix of his toes and some left over cum were better than I could imagine. I patted my slightly bulging waist and I made the last swallow, sending him down to hia final destination. The intense fullness that came next was welcomed as the jock curled up in my belly like the good prey he was. My gut grew twice as big with him inside, expanding for all the muscles he built for me to digest and churn into fat to work off on another day. I rubbed Bucky while he squirmed around on my waist, making it look like my stomach was moving on its own. He made imprints against the skin as he pushed himself into a comfortable position while I enjoyed his movements. I felt a wet spot and looked down at my shorts to see that I came during my meal. I didn’t even notice it happen because of how good Bucky tasted. I lifted my shirt up for a few pics to remember the jock by before he was more fat on my body. At least he got to live out his fantasy before he was digested and I left the gym, my gut bigger than when I came.
