Nothing feels better than a squirming meal in a full gut. They just kick around and punch looking for a way out only to use up all their energy as they slowly digest into nothing but slop for my growing belly.
Nothing feels better than a squirming meal in a full gut. They just kick around and punch looking for a way out only to use up all their energy as they slowly digest into nothing but slop for my growing belly.
Getting pregnant did not stop my husband from going to the gym, as that was one of our favorite things to do. When we tried to get pregnant 8 months ago, we left it up to fate as a to who got pregnant, as we both are versatile. But since my husband was already a pretty large guy, his pregnancy has been able to be kept on the DL. If anyone pays close attention, however, theyâll see my husband show off his belly while I do my sets.
Food delivery services have been struggling these days due to an increase in preds devouring the drivers and losing the orders, leading to refunded orders. As such, theyâve been hiring preds to be their drivers. As one of their drivers, Iâm paid like normal, however, Iâm given full permission to eat anyone who tries to stiff us by eating the driver. Today Iâm delivering to one Hasan Piker, who Iâve been warned is a notorious driver eater. As a streamer, Hasan always finds it more convenient to order delivery to get his meals, especially to keep his body fueled. Iâm able to find him streaming right now as Iâm delivering his food, and heâs already talking about eating the driver and promising his chat to play with his gut on camera. Thatâs all the reason I need. I keep the stream open, and wait by the door, and I can see him waiting at the door to lunge when I knock again. Iâve got the perfect place he can lunge into, I think as I bend over. Hasan hears the second knock and leaps out at me to pin me down. Unfortunately he canât stop himself from launching himself straight into my spread backside. Heâs a big boy, but man he feels good about struggling in my colon. I walk on to his stream, his chat a mix of distraught and excitement. What better way to send off his last stream then showing off his new home.
Get ready. The next chair you sit in will probably collapse from the added weight
When picking out your cologne, you always need to make sure to avoid fruit scented ones. The many fruity smells can trigger the many different hunger of people and make them want you. Unfortunately working at a perfume store has me exposed to all types of colognes that make me smell like a fruit basket. After a long day of giving samples and testing products, I left the store leaving behind a trail of deliciousness behind me. It took about five minutes for a horde of men to chase after me, all of which were eager to have more than a taste. It all seemed hopeless when suddenly I heard an âover here!â with a hand beckoning me into a building. It seemed the horde missed me and they ran past, and I see it was Paul Mescal who saved me, who looked like he just ran a mile. âThank you for saving meâŠâ I trail off as I realize heâs in the nude ass pointed at me. Paul smothers his ass on me, and man does he have an overwhelming stink! âMmm, gonna enjoy ruining the pretty smell of yoursâ. Paul flexes and grunts as he grinds his butt on my nose to drive in his scent. âHmmm, maybe it could use an air freshener? Glad youâre here to help!â he says putting his hand in my head. It gets so much worse when he roughly shoves my head in and slurps me into his butt, the stink is much stronger inside! Paul sticks a finger in his ass and sniffs it, and he can already smell the fruity scent being overpowered by his ass stink. âGuess my ass is too much for you. Oh well, better get used to the smell thenâ.
Of all the fruits for you to smell like, It had to be peach.
Hugh Jackman has been living a lie for a while now. Heâs always played himself up as an alpha pred, and the media has spread that fact around to the public. But in reality, he isn't a pred, it was all a campaign stunt to boost his popularity for the fanboys. Hugh has been playing it up on stage how he could eat everyone and everything, but always has an excuse not to. Many times fanboys beg to be his meal, but he refuses saying stuff like, âyou gotta earn the right to be my mealâ, or âI've already had my fill for the day, maybe next timeâ. This all came to a head when he forgot about an online raffle that I won, giving me the right to be his prey. Iâm starry eyed with him, stripped down and eager to be his meal. He tries his best, pushing me and all around his body, but his cock stays normal sized, his mouth canât engulf a head, and his butt, while sexy, refuses to open up for me. âSorry you had to see me like this, I was never born to eat peopleâ. At first I felt disappointed, but the way he stared at my butt gave me an idea. âWould you like to be my meal instead?â. Hugh blushed madly at the thought, heâd never considered himself being prey. But the idea of being crammed up a fanboyâs tush made him feel something heâd never felt before, understanding of himself. Hugh looks too me without saying anything and happily shoves himself into my butt. Heâs a large meal for me, so my butt balloons out with him inside. Sure itâs cramped and kinda smelly for him, but Hugh knew that,and as a prey, was happy for it.
All those fantasies of being fingered by Wolverine's claws have led to this.
Hey yâall, writing AV again, but with Tomâs character Nathan Drake! I watched Uncharted last night and the scenes with his ass had me wanting to get digested by him, so I wrote it!
If you canât tell by the title, this story contains vore and if thatâs not your thing, keep scrolling!
Check under the cut for the vore!
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The thief entered the vast derelict building, and his rival followed close behind. This one was a toughie for sure. Nathan Drake, an exemplary treasure-hunter and predator, had spent months searching for the location of his latest treasure, and what was beyond the crumbling stone door either held the exact thing he was looking for or a clue pointing towards it. As it turns out, it was the latter.
As he stepped over the chunks of sedentary stone and ducked under a narrow and rounded pergola made of the same rock, it led him to a vastly greater expanse of a subterranean edifice. Even with another treasure hunter on his tail who was about to catch up with him, Nate tossed a few seconds to the chalky air by looking over the ancient runes surrounding him as he walked around to like some of the torches hanging from the hard walls. It could help him deduce any hidden traps or the fortune he was looking to find, and it also gave him a general idea of where he was on his weathered map.
The underground dwelling reached high above what Nate could come close to being able to brush in a dome that crowned the rocky room. And towards the middle of the enclosed space was a pedestal with an anachronistic contraption made from stone machinery pointing to the pivot in the stretched ceiling. Along the walls recessing from the arched top, there were engravings of some language that Nate didn't care to brush up on before arriving, but he knew enough to understand that the room was free of danger. He had come across too many rooms like this that jeopardized the entire hunt because of his accidents. So, it was a nice change of pace.
Approaching the center of the room, he rested his hands on the device; it was a simple box made of stone, with a blatant line running down the middle to show where it could part from itself. He could hear your footsteps resonating from the path of the entrance, so he hurriedly felt around each side of the coffer until his fingers brushed against a small button. The stone omitted an inharmonious whir as each side of the box unfolded to reveal a ring made of spotless gold. That's how it looked from the outside, but there were multiple symbols etched into the inside.
"Holy shit," Nate muttered, taking the ring between his fingers and letting the orange glow of the lights circling him reveal any secrets hiding in the meticulously melded piece of metal. He heard your footsteps growing closer with each second, and he braced for his most unrelenting rival to show his face through the small tunnel that was the entrance. Nate's cockiness appeared faster than his predatorial side when a cute face would stand out from the crowd, "You're too late."
You stood by the entrance, looking over him and then around the room. It didn't seem like he had found anything life-changing. So it couldn't be the fortune. Yet, Nate talked as if he had found something.
"What did you find then?" You asked, almost desperately to gain any information on where to start searching for the true location of the prosperity.
Similar to Nate, you never had the riches or success to keep yourself afloat and decided to turn to this life to change the one you left behind. That, and it was just plain fun. A life of exhilaration kept you in the life of a thief long after finding a treasure that would change your life. You never really knew if a room would be a dead end to the path of a treasure you had been following for months or to your own life, but the uncertainty and unexplainable stuff you had seen along the way was too entertaining to pass up.
"You mean this little thing?" Nate asked, holding the aureate ring up between his first two digits before placing it onto his middle finger. He let it slide down to the knuckle, "I'm actually surprised it fit."
You let out a frustrated sigh a bitter tone lacing your words, "I should have known. Of course, you of all people would get to this shit first."
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Nate crossed one arm over the other, feigning a sense of disbelief for an added effect.
You moved closer to him, "I mean, you're so good at this. And I really needed to get the treasure, Nate. The industry is thinning. For some reason, there aren't as many buyers or hunters left, and this was my last chance. I made fun the main thing, and now I have nothing."
"I'm sure you don't have anything," Nate tried to sound comforting, but he knew exactly why this kind of life was on its way outâhe, and many other predators like him, were finally starting to show the impact of their dietary habits. While everyone was susceptible to the hunger of a predator of any kind, Nate had always tried to restrain himself from turning you into another layer of fat. He wasn't sure if he was impressed by your talents or had a soft spot for you, but a small part of him saw you as more than a meal. Though it was small for a reason, since he knew that one day you would face the same digestive fate as the others he found tasty.
Now, with your struggles becoming prevalent in your life, he considered that it was finally time to give in to the underlying urge he was able to suppress for the past few years that he had known you.
You had stayed silent after Nate spoke, so he piped up again, this time with an idea to land you right in his stomach, "You really want that ring?"
You nodded, and he backed away from you, "Then all you have to do is get it, and it's yours."
"What, like, get it from your finger?" You asked, a glint of hopefulness shining from your eyes the second he offered a solution to your troubles.
"No, I'm not gonna make it that easy," He laughed, undoing the button and fly and dropping them to his ankles in tandem with his boxers.
"So, off your dick? Looks small, by the way," You joked, trying to make light of the increasingly odd situation Nate was escalating things to. He shook his head, "No, dude, can you just let me do it, and then you'll know?"
"Sorry," You muttered.
Nate turned, showing off his round ass that you had exchanged a fair amount of glances with in the past. But, now, it looked like a haunting image of whatever sick thing he was planning to do. You watched as Nate wedged his ring-free hand between his cheeks, pressing his ring-clad directly at his pink pucker. His middle finger encircled around his hole until it slid in. Both of them smoothly glid right in with no issue as his ass gave leeway for the length and width of his finger and the metal band on it. He looked at you and smirked. You noticed that he had clenched his ass cheeks while slowly pulling out his middle finger.
Nate felt oddly pleased with the minuscule bit of pleasure from his finger and a measly ring. He never got the opportunity to try it before, but that was partly because the objects in question were too big and partly because he didn't have much time. But it was just you and him on this latest treasure trailâmostly because he ate everyone elseâand no one would know if someone like you disappeared. After all, most of your life was spent off the grid while in countries you were falsely registered as a citizen of, leaving you to be another nameless piece of meat.
Your eyebrows damn near converged in your confusion until you realized that two things went in, and one came out. The ring was missing from his finger. You scoffed, immediately knowing what he implied by the action, "You're kidding."
"I don't have to do this, you know. I can get it out later, and you can go back to a home if you even have one in this economy," He kidded. While it wasn't the best thing to say to convince you to involuntarily become his food, he knew that you would understand that he was right. The business you had sunk yourself into wasn't giving back like you had expected it to, and you didn't have much to call home because of it.
You sighed, taking the defeat in stride as you paced to the well-sculpted and plump ass of your adversary, whose legs are spread wide as he teased you by waving his ass from side-to-side a few times. Your knees hit the solid stone pathway, your hands finding their way to the firm and wide mounds resting eye-level with you. Nate had moved both of his hands to keep his grand cheeks peeled apart to keep his hole in view. Reluctantly, you jabbed two fingers into his ass, feeling around the tight slimy walls.
âCâmon, Nate, how far up is it?â You rolled your fingers around, expecting them to graze the edge of the ring, but you couldn't feel anything apart from the ribbed walls of his ass. They weirdly felt like they were moving. Nate moaned, not really paying attention to your question, âUgh, just keep going.â
You pressed further, watching his pink hole stretch around your hand with ease. Trying to distract your mind, you thought about how intimate something like this actually wasâyou were practically fisting your competitor in a moment of humiliation, so there had to be another meaning behind it, âSo, this is your way of making a move, huh?â
âMore like eliminating the competition.â Nate presses back against your hand even more, both in pleasure and to etch your fate on the same runes this ring would lead him to. You were almost up to your elbow inside him and still couldn't feel where the stupid hock of metal had gone.
You wondered if he was hinting at you two becoming a team after this, as it was a pretty unusual way of making a team-up come into fruition. But it wasn't what you needed, âWe arenât working together after this. I hope you know that.â
âI know, Iâll be doing most of the work. Youâll just be fat swinging around," He admitted, leaving you in even greater confusion. You didn't have a single clue of what he meant, so you tried to clear up the twisted euphemism by asking, âWhat?â
Nate was silent for a second, opting to pull your arm further into his hole with a single flex of his hungry muscle. That one taut contraction was enough to bring you up to your shoulder, smashing your face against the outside of his stretched hole. Your entire arm felt hot with the growing warmth from his ass. While you weren't sure how he even managed to do this, you bargained to fight against his plans for you, âNate, please. Please, Iâllââ
âYou talk too much.â He quips, shoving your head inside his pucker with one of his hands. It gladly pulls and scarfs you down with each terrifying slurp until it reaches your shoulders. Nate had to use the help of gravity, but they fit in without much struggle, and he continued to slide down your kneeling form with any way of fighting back restricted by his emphatic ass.
From the inside, you were trapped in a taut, contracting pull of his end trails as they yank you to what you presume will be his stomach. After all, there was nowhere else to go in this insane extremity of a snake-like tunnel. All they could do was tighten around you and gradually pull you further into the depths of slime and meaty stink before loosening ever-so-slightly to repeat the process all over again. It kneaded around your body like a hot and wet hug from all sides with a touch of fatality to top it off.
After what felt like an eternity of being dragged through an endless cavern, your outstretched hand brushed against something new. It was similar to Nate's wrinkled pucker since it opened to accept your hand and forearm, but this one was thicker and had the same consistency as the walls guiding you to an uncertain fate. Eventually, your face passed through it, and your feet were the last thing remaining in the outside world.
At a certain point, they had caught up with the rest of your body, and now you stewed in a mix of ever-rising stomach acid and some partially digested meal from earlier in the day. You had found the ring a few moments ago, but it was half-dissolved in stomach acid, leaving no reason for you or the golden ring to be let out from Nate's fatally acidic chamber.
On the outside, Nate had gone through a few different orgasms from simply consuming you with the power of his ass, and now, he looked forward to coating his stretched gut in a few ropes of sweet release. He laid back but could barely reach around his lump of a belly to toy with his cock. Thankfully, he hardly had to touch it at all as each belch erupted from his mouth, giving him a taste of what it would have been like to eat you on the opposite end, which did enough for him to come nearly hands-free from the tantalizing taste of you in his mouth. Without the desire to get off, it was just cool to let his belches rend and echo on the grand walls of the room.
You had given up when you realized Nate enjoyed this more than he should. He turned you into his food, and you had no real way to stop it. The acids quickly overtook your in his stomach and worked to burn your skin. Soon, you went from a misshapen form on Nate's middle to nothing but a round and pudgy ball of mush that gave Nate bad gas as he trekked out of the runes. By the end of the day, he realized that two things went in, but only one came out on top.
Nathan Drake is in the middle of robbing your house when you return early and Nathan is hanging from above and ends up falling on your head with his ass
a/n â sorry for the week between posting! obviously finals and traveling got in the way of writing but I'm back to it! hopefully this is good, kinda went a little overboard in the beginning and end lmao. written to be read as game!nate and movie!nate, but I pictured tom's drake while writing it
âHeâs gone⊠letâs go,â a whispering voice echoes from behind the cover of freshly-trimmed shrubs. Two figures stand at the back of your house, watching you leave through the grand French doors in the front. Nathan gave a nod to his accomplice, and they snuck their way insideâŠ
Inside, thatâs all you could think about as your car rolled past the gates of your country house. Big, bold, stunning, all of that described the man you had seemingly struck gold with. He was perfect, inside and out. A gentleman, he offered to drive you to and from the restaurant since you would be the one paying. Now, he was planning to take you to eat out in a different way. There was a silent agreement over dinner about who was whoâyou, the ass man, him, whatever you needed him to be.
The engine shut off as he turned the key and pulled it out. You could feel his stubble against your chin as he eagerly pulled you in for a kiss, refusing to let you even unbuckle your seatbelt in the time it took him between those two actions. The passion was fierce, so much so that you could have left the pleasures of the Californian King in your bedroom to have sex right here, right now in your car. Youâd take the leather seats becoming slick with sweat as he drilled into you, but there was also this fear of feeling like a fish in a glass bowl. Anyone could be beyond the tree line surrounding your house, watching you at your most intimate. Hidden in the dark, they encircle you like something hungry. You needed to go inside, to feel safer. To put anything other than the man in front of you in the rearview mirror.
Each step to your double-front-door felt light, like the next step would send you into orbit. But you were already close to the sun, the light of your life and affected by the man who gave you a smile so bright that even a sunset couldnât dim the gleam on your teeth. He snaked a hand around your waist, smoothly slipping his hand into your pocket and fishing out the keys while he distracted you with a kiss. He retrieved them and pulled away to unlock the door, but stopped short when there were just one too many keys on the ring for him to remember which undid the lock on your front door. You laughed and took the set of keys from him, positioning yourself in front of him to get the damned thing stopping you from having sex out of the way. The only issue was that your door seemed to already be unlocked.Â
âWhat the hell?â You remarked as the door swung open. The lock didnât seem to be busted, and the handle was still on tight, only moving in the ways that mattered. You made sure of it by jiggling it back and forth while your palm was still wrapped around it.
Using it to shove the rest of the door out of the way, you slowly stepped inside. It felt like a ghost haunting. You took a look around the corner and behind the door, waiting for some kind of surprise. There was a moment of hesitance as you thought about searching the rest of your house, because someone was definitely in here. Unfamiliar, the layout of your house feeling foreign. Then, a noise came from upstairs. A drumming thud from the floor above youâright about where your bedroom would be, you surmised.Must have been on heavy ghost to make a noise like that.
In lieu of speaking, you nodded to the kitchen. Your date seemed to be a step ahead because he made a motion with his hand that mimicked some sort of stabbing, like he planned to defend himself with a kitchen knife. You gave him a thumbs up, almost smiling at the fact that this was one hell of a way to push your adrenaline even higher. Wishful thinking lead you to believe that you made this all upâyou forgot to lock the door, and, by chance, your body was playing into the creepiness of it to heighten the inevitable sex you would be having. Just a quick sweep of the house, and if there was a thief hiding away in a closet, they were bound to hear and see the best sex of their life.Â
âNate! Theyâre pulling in. Get your ass out here!â A voice spoke into the piece in Nateâs ear, packed with layers of smoke and a faint noise sounded like he was already lighting a cigar on his end.
Nate spoke with ignorant assuredness, âSully, itâs almost done. Iâll grab everything inside and make a run for it.â
âKid, youâll have no time to make a run for it. Theyâre already here.â Sully said it in that voice Nate couldnât stand. He was more than just a kidâhe had packed away multiple men, some twice his size. If Sully kept on talking like this, heâd be joining them. âI tried to leave the front unlocked for ya in case they noticed the damage we did around back, but that looks like a shitty way out now.â
Nate sighed to himself and muted his receiver, effectively cutting off Sullyâs angry whispers and warnings. If he had kept his partner-in-crime on the line, he would have heard his warnings that the people they were robbing had come home and were eager to head to the bedroomâright where Nate was in the middle of committing a few felonies and maybe a misdemeanor if the court sentencing them was feeling generous.
Just one turn to the left andâfuck yes! The safe Nate had been working on for the past hour finally popped open, revealing a wealth of jewelry and priceless heirlooms, all made of varying karats alike. Diamond, silver, gold⊠Nate hit the jackpot. He scooped up the treasures in his arms, having run out of pockets from stashing some sterling silver utensils from the glass cabinet downstairs and a few necklaces from your jewelry box in the bathroom. Some of it would be useful in finding an old family fortune, the rest would be taken to the nearest pawn shop to cover his own needs. He could already see the prestigious hotels he had lined up in his mind to stay at as he traveled around looking for an old worldâs estate, all with endless buffets of locals and the sort. Sully by his side to dump his loads in, it all sounded like a perfect dreamâŠ
âShit!â And thatâs all it would ever be. Nate slipped out a few profanities as his hand fumbled the gold pendant in his hands. His reflections in the myriad of Colombian emeralds embezzled in it taunted him from below as he just stared at it in complete silence. His face scrunched up and he mouthed a few silent profanities since he couldnât do much else. It had made a noise just slightly too loud to feel good about the outcome of whatever was about to unfold. Nate hoped that, after a second of silence, you hadnât heard hit crucial mistake. But then he heard the slow steps of someone ascending the stairs.
Your first thought was to check the bedroom. Not only did the sound come from what you thought was your room, but you had also hidden a few extra valuables in your safe just in case your date turned out to be a crook. A predator that planned to dine and dash from your house, thatâs what he could have been. At least, if you were going to get eaten, it stopped him from reaping most of the benefits. That meant that everything priceless you owned was practically all in one place for someone to steal, and the better chance you had to corner them if they got to your bedroom before you did.
You passed through the tall doorway and into the much taller room, flicking on the light to let anyone in the room know that they were caught red-handed. The plafond was quite high up, rafters spanning the walls just under it for some decoration. It made just the perfect thing for Nate to cling on to and shimmy across in hopes of making it to the door while you were distracted. You were quick with your movements, though, and Nate left more of a mess than he thought in his frustration to crack your safe open. Clothes were lazily thrown onto your bed, clearing the way for the safe tucked in the very back of your closetâthat was your first clue that the thief, or thieves, were gone to the wind. So you dashed over to the phone. The more people out here searching the surrounding area, the more likely you would lose less of the artifacts your family entrusted you with. Nateâs eyes were faster than your movement, and he could see the house phone sitting on the desk opposite to the side of the room that leveed itself for your clothes.
At that moment, he had to make a choice. A plan of action. Each breath taken was another one where he risked you looking up just enough to see him hanging there, but if he made a break for the window, he also risked putting himself in plain sight. The way out into the hall felt like less and less of a viable option every second because Sully pointed out that you came in with someone else. He didnât hear anyone elseâs footsteps on the stairs so that only made the entire first floor an unknown risk. Nate couldnât choose to put up a fightâhe couldnât! Heâd lose the bigger things he was trying to rob you of, and if he got away, you would never forget a charming face like his.
Nate slowly dropped each of the big ticket valuables in his arm onto your bed, a soft thud disrupting the silence and pace of your footsteps. You turned and watched another one fall, then another, and another. Your stomach fell faster than the items falling from the ceilingâthe thief was right above you. Looking up, your world immediately became much darker as a mass from the ceiling came hurling down at you. It was like the entire ceiling had crumbled in, without the dust and itchiness of fiberglass and inevitable rubble. The weight felt crushing but smooth, a little warm, even. It was enough to make your balance feel off, like you wanted to stumble but the thing above you kept your legs motionless. Somehow, you were still standing, so the thought of your house falling to pieces was a thought far away as something more immediate came to fruition. He must have been eating you.
Grunts of satisfactionâalmost relief were faintly heard from above you. It definitely wasnât his mouth that was doing the swallowing, thatâs for sure. You replayed the moment in your head, knowing that there was little to do in the way of struggling. Gravity was quick to fill in the rest of Nateâs slowed momentum after his descent onto you. What must come down must keep going downâNate had learned that the hard way a few times himself, but he was giving you an upfront lecture on the topic. That meant that your headâfrom crown to chinâwas in him in seconds as well as everything to the line of your clavicle shortly after.Â
You could feel him resting on your shoulders like some fucked up piggyback ride, his legs dangling over your chest. Nate was impressed with himself, smirking and biting his lip at the pleasure of his accurate aim. Wielding pistols gave him a pretty good line of sight for almost everything elseâfrom the beer pong he played with Sully to now, where he needed it to save his own ass. And he was doing more than just saving it here, he was rewarding it for the weapon that it was.
It was easy to think about the people Nate held at gunpointâfuck, why didnât he do it like this? To get everything he ever wanted and more with a delicious dinner as a cherry on top. Maybe itâs because you went down so easily. When he kicked people off planes in the past, he couldnât actually make sure that they wouldnât be a problem in the future. Nate was a testament to surviving the impossible, so maybe he could run a new heist method by Sully, and if he said noâŠ
Nateâs head returned back to his train of thought, his ass chugging you down with ease as he slipped further down your body. He hated that he couldnât relieve himself while doing this. His dick sprung up but Nate had to refrain from enjoying any of this. He couldnât just leave DNA evidence behind, that would just be sloppy!Â
He tried to let his mind run wild with thoughts he couldnât act on. If he could channel it out somehow, long enough to swallow you up and flee, he would be leaving the cops and your date amiss for answers. He thought about how he was stealing every inch of you away, to never be seen by anyone or anything again. Nate could think about every way heâs massively impacting just one guy by digesting you until you were nothing like how you went in, but at the end of the day, he was robbing you of everything you aspired to be. All the potential people you could help with your wealth meant nothing. Money couldnât save you. Youâre date naively searching the floor below couldnât save you with a kitchen knife. This was the kind of force and movement that signaled Nate needed to get a job done, not sit around and think about sparing your life.
The last bitâyour legs, narrowing towards your feetâslid in suddenly. Nate was too heavy as is, and with your weight piling inside him, he practically fell down the rest of his way. He fell on his ass, sending a wave of pain through him as his cheeks clapped against the stone-cold tile.
âPain in the ass,â Nate said a little disappointed that eating a great meal like you ended on a bad note. He stood up, taking a moment to balance himself along your big bed. His swelling gut sent him forward against it, squishing the portions of you that had made it to his stomach already.
Nate lifted his head, the light in the center of the room creating a glare on the goods he was so desperate to leave your house with. He quickly realized that he would have a hell of a lot harder of a time getting down from a second-story with a belly full of life, squirming prey that wouldnât rest a moment for him to scale down efficiently, and a handful of priceless, probably breakable, goods. He would need both hands to make it down without drawing attention to himself, or falling down and breaking an arm or a leg. He needed something with lots and lots of padding.
If he already committed to eating the man of the house he was robbing, then he could eat his valuables too. A way to reunite you with your possessions one last time before it all became meaningless. He hoped that his hole wouldnât squeeze too tight on some of the more delicate objects.
Nate slapped his gut, âMake someâoaurrpppâroom in there. And donât break anything, or Iâll gut-crush you. Hard.â
He couldnât afford you moving or getting revenge on him by crushing your old possessions with half-digested hands. He reached forward, finding it hard to stretch himself across your Californian King to draw the various objects towards him with sweeping arms.Â
The first object was an ornate, tree-shaped object made of what he guessed to be ruthenium. Just a chip off this thing was worth a couple thousand, so he had to be careful when inserting it.Â
Nate moved to the floor, placing himself on one hand and two knees, already feeling the weight of his stomach become nonexistent as you were enough to fill the gap between him and the floor. His other hand was reserved for teasing his hole with the tip of the priceless collectible. He tried to arch his back, but you were still in his end trails, moving closer to his stomach but at a slower speed than when he swallowed you. Enough of your body was filling his gut, and both made it just a bit too difficult to really make his hole stretch enough. Yeah, doing doggy-style by yourself with something that isnât meant to go in your ass is never fun.
Reluctantly, Nate tried a different approach. He set the tree upright on the floor and squatted down until he felt the tip of it tease his hole. He used both of his hands to peel apart his cheeks and try and get himself to open up and take it. A second later, he was sliding it in just as he had forced you in twenty-or-so minutes ago. The notably smaller size didnât do much to Nateâs arousal, so he felt it slide in without much pleasure subsiding from it.Â
Once it was nearly in, he stood up, taking it with him and feeling the last bit of the metal sink beyond his hole. He grabbed the next object, hurriedly sending it around back and stuffing it in with some force. The last object left on the bed was almost a buttplug of sortsâgold and shaped like an oval with some kind of base attached to the bottom to help it stand. He repeated the motion, wrapping his arm around and positioning the rounded-off tip right to his pink hole. It was loose enough to open right back up for the next thing it thought was a meal. He sent the last one up his ass but stopped just short of its base. The gold trinket stretched him out nicely and blocked you from even thinking about getting out. It ensured that you couldnât plot your own escape from within him. No, he was going to make sure that you were inside. He planned to keep you until you turn to shit.Â
Then, he heard the steps finally start to creak. The weight of someone traveling between small inclines and up to the second floor resounded through the hall. Your date must have checked every inch of the first floor, and he would go on to check every inch of the second and never find you. Nate had pulled up his dark-colored pants and dashed to the window that seemed fruitless earlier. With a bit of finesse, he jiggled the window back and forth and shot it up as high as it could go. He had to stuff himself and his ball-shaped gut through a rectangular window that didnât want him to fit through. He made himself fit and scaled his way down the side of your house, disappearing into the tree line. The only thing that remained of you after that was a few branch-shaking belches against the trees and a clogged toilet at a hotel the next day.
âOh, shit. Sorry, Mr. Armstrong,â I said immediately looking at the floor.
âNo problem, Brad,â Mr Armstrong laughed. âYou young guys are so freaked out by nudity.â
I looked up at my friendâs Dad as he stood in the kitchen butt naked with a big smile.
âNah, I just wasnât expecting you to be here let alone naked,â I said looking in his eyes and then down at the counter. âSo I guess Nate is at work already? Sorry, I didnât mean to sleep so late.â
âItâs not too late, Brad,â he said looking at the clock on the oven. âItâs only 9:30. How about I whip you up some breakfast?â
âNah, thatâs OK, Mr Armstrong,â I said, âI can grab some when I get home.â
âNonsense,â he protested. âAnd stop calling me Mr Armstrong. Call me Greg.â
âOK, Greg,â I said. âBut really, you donât have to make me breakfast,â I protested as I looked down at his pubes just above the counter before making eye contact with Greg.
âIs it the nudity, Brad?â He asked. âAm I making you uncomfortable? Do you want me to go put on some pants?â
âIâm not uncomfortable,â I replied. âWeâre always naked in the locker room. Itâs just that ⊠Iâve never seen, like, someone my Dadâs age ⊠naked.â
âReally?â Greg asked as he stepped around the corner of the island and now stood in front of me giving me full view of his cock and balls. âIâm always naked in front of Nate. In fact, we rarely wear clothes when itâs just us.â
âReally?â I asked giving his cock another look and then looking at the counter. âWhat does Mrs Armstrong say about that?â
âBrad, how many times have you seen Mrs Armstrong here?â Greg asked.
âOh, um, good point, I guess,â I replied. âI forgot she pretty much lives in the city most of the time.â
âYeah, but I donât mind, you know?â Greg asked with a shrug and then a quick scratch of his balls. âNate and I like to do our thing.â
âYou guys are close,â I said making eye contact with Greg.
âWe are,â he said smiling. âNate enjoys being free like me,â he said gesturing to his cock as I took another look. âIâm surprised he hasnât told you about what we do.â
âLike what?â I asked completely oblivious to where this was going.
Greg laughed, âhe really hasnât told you about us?â
âNo, sir,â I replied confused.
âPlease keep this between the three of us, but Nate and I like to take care of each other âŠâ Greg said.
âYeah, I know,â I said. âYou have each otherâs backs.â
âWell yes and no,â Greg said taking a step closer as the movement sent a whiff of his scent through my nose.
I looked at Greg transfixed on his face, beard and hairy upper body.
âWe like to do things sexually,â Greg said putting his hand on my shoulder as a tingle moved through my body. âWe like to do things like suck each other off and rim each other.â
âRim?â I asked.
âItâs when I stick my tongue into his butt or he sticks his in mine,â Greg explained like it was normal. âIt feels amazing. Youâve never done it?â
âNo, sir,â I responded as I realized I was getting hard in my shorts.
Greg turned around and showed me his hairy ass before pulling his butt cheeks apart.
âItâs like a pussy but leads to the prostate â the most amazing orgasm a man can have,â Greg said with his ass still pulled apart as he made eye contact with me.
âAnd Nate does that to you?â I asked as my cock pressed hard against my boxers and shorts.
âHe does,â Greg said turning back toward me. âAnd I do it to him. I like to make him feel good. Donât you like sex?â
âYes, sir,â I said looking at his growing cock and then into his eyes.
âDo you like my body, Brad?â Greg asked as he ran a hand over his pecs, down his stomach and over his cock before he gave it a stroke.
âYeah,â was all I could get out.
âLooks like youâve got a nice big cock,â Greg said before stepping forward and giving my bulge a squeeze through my clothes.
I didnât say anything but again felt a tingle through my body as my friendâs Dad touched my body. He grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his hard cock.
âHow does that feel, Brad?â He asked locking eyes.
âOK,â I responded. âYou like that?â
âI do, buddy,â Greg said as he unbuttoned my khaki shorts and pulled them down with my boxers all while I kept hold of his thick dick.
Greg put his hand on my hard cock as it pointed toward him. I moaned loudly as he began stroking my 18-year-old baseball jock dick. We were looking at each other as we stroked each otherâs cocks.
âYou want to lick my pussy, Brad?â Greg asked as he licked his lips.
âYeah,â I responded as he took my hand and led me to the couch.
Greg leaned on the couch cushion and put his arms over the back of the couch as his ass was aimed right at me.
âItâs the same thing, bud,â Greg said. âJust lick my pussy like you do normally.â
Greg used his hands to spread his cheeks as I got behind him and stroked my cock before licking his tight, pink hole. It was surprisingly hairless and smooth as I began working my tongue inside him. He tasted amazing. I canât explain how he tasted and felt, but I was immediately hooked on licking a manâs ass. I wanted more and made Greg moan as I rimmed his perfect hole.
âThatâs it, baby,â Greg moaned as he reached back and pulled my face into his butt. âI definitely want that hard jock cock deep in my pussy when youâre done getting it nice and wet.â
I moaned into his ass as I kept licking his tight snatch. I was rock hard and going ape shit for my friendâs Dadâs butthole and I couldnât care less. All I cared about right now was eating his hole and making him moan. I finally decided I needed to fuck him before I accidentally shot my load eating his ass. Thatâs how turned on I was.
I stood and smacked my teen dick against his bright white butt before quickly pushing in. We both made a loud moaning noise before I made it all the way down his hole.
âFuck, yeah, Brad,â Greg whined. âIâve wanted that big jock dick since the first time I met you, stud. Give it to me hard.â
Gregâs confession turned me on as I drilled his Dad butt as hard as I could. I knew he was enjoying my big dick as I jackhammered him doggy style.
âFuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Oh shit, yeeaahhhhh,â Greg moaned loudly as I felt him erupt all over the cloth couch he sat on with his own son.
He seemed to gush a bucket of splooge as I kept drilling his ass hard until I erupted deep inside his guts. I held on to his shoulders as I unleashed my own huge load of teen jizz.
I put my head on his sweaty back as I came down from my intense orgasm.
âFuck, that was great, baby,â Greg said as I let go and pulled out of his used hole.
I donât know why but I slapped Gregâs ass which caused him to turn and face me to avoid another swat.
âOh fuck!â Greg yelled as I turned to see my Dad standing there.
âDad!â I shouted before trying to cover my dick with a pillow from the couch.
âDonât try to cover up now, Brad,â my Dad barked looking at both of us. âIs this what you do to your sonâs friends? You take advantage of them so you can have a big cock up your ass? I bet my sonâs load is spilling out right now,â he said walking to Greg and flipping him around and down on the couch.
I was shocked as my Dad got down and put his face in Gregâs butt and began eating my load. Dad loudly licked and slurped as Greg moaned in pleasure. I was hard again watching my Dad eat another dudeâs ass.
Dad let off Gregâs hole and turned his head to look at me as his handâs stayed on Gregâs butt cheeks.
âGet my pants down and start licking your old manâs hairy hole, boy,â Dad barked at me. âIf your going to give that thick dick to Greg youâre sure as hell going to fuck me hard, too.â
Dad went back in on Gregâs hole as I started in on his. We spend all day fucking until Nate came home and walked in on us cuddling naked in a pile on the floor. That led to a late night of more amazing sex before we all slept on Gregâs king sized bed.
I was late to my daily afternoon appointment with my boss, Bruce. As his Chief of Staff, we started and ended the day with a 30-minute briefing. I said hi to his assistant as I got off the elevator as she was waiting for it to leave for the day.
âHeâs in a mood after his lunch meeting was a flop,â she warned me.
âI was afraid of that,â I said with a quick smile. âHave a good weekend.â
âYou, too, Jake,â she said as the elevator door closed.
I walked into his office which consisted of a room with the assistantâs desk and some seating and then a door that leads to a hallway with another door to his office. I closed and locked the first and second door before knocking on the one directly to his office. Bruce is a stickler for privacy.
âCome in, Luke,â Bruce called from the other side of the door.
âHey, sir,â I said closing the door and locking it. âSorry, Iâm running a little late this afternoon.â
Bruce didnât answer which caught my attention and made me look up to see what he was doing. I was stunned to see him completely nude with his left leg lifted up resting on something as he looked out a window. The sun was shining in on his buzzed head and big muscles. I felt my cock move in my slacks as I caught myself staring at his ass a little too long.
âEverything OK, sir?â I asked to no response. âBruce?â I called out as I walked toward him.
âI had a terrible lunch meeting, Jake,â Bruce said still looking blankly out the window. âThe guy was about your age and told me that perhaps I didnât understand the way the industry worked now. The fucker was saying Iâm old, Jake.â
I took a few more steps toward Bruce and stopped about a foot away. I could smell his scent which was noticeably different than his usual Old Spice smell. He smelled more like a man â it hit my nose and immediately triggered my cock to move in my slacks again.
âBruce, why are you worried what some arrogant asshole says?â I asked. âYouâve never given a shit what anyone says. Whatâs going on?â
He turned his head just enough to see my face before turning back to the window. He looked back out and seemed to think for a minute.
âI donât know whatâs wrong with me,â he said. âMaybe I am getting too old. I donât seem to keep up with everything like I use to. Hell, my wife hasnât had sex with me in years and lives in another part of the house, my sons both live across the country and all I do is work and workout.â
âSir, youâre not old,â I said with a tone suggesting it was a ridiculous idea. âYouâre the CEO of a Fortune 500 company, you have two successful sons, and you havenât necessarily cared much about what your wife is doing since Iâve known you.â
Bruce put his leg down and turned toward me. His naked body was backlit from the sun coming through the window as he looked at me. My eyes looked from his handsome face down to his built, hairy chest, down to his thick cock and down his muscular thighs. How had I never really noticed just how hot my boss is? We sat silent for a few seconds but it seemed like forever as he let me look over his body.
âDo you find me attractive?â He finally asked.
I felt myself turn red as I tried to think of how to answer. Weâd never discussed the fact that I was gay, but Bruce found out years ago when one of his sons told him weâd played on the same gay softball league together.
âI do,â I said. âYouâre a handsome man and youâre in better shape than most guys my age.â
âYouâre in great shape, Jake,â Bruce replied.
âThank you, sir,â I smiled and blushed.
âIf you saw me in the locker room what would you think?â He asked.
âSir, I donât âŠâ I said before Bruce cut me off.
âWhat would you think?â He asked again.
I looked at the floor as I thought and then back up at Bruce. My brain wouldnât work.
âIâd think youâre hot,â I blurted out.
Bruce closed the small space between us and was close enough that I could feel his body heat.
âWhat about me do you think is hot?â He asked.
I felt sweat drip down my my hair and forehead as I again froze.
âYouâre good looking,â I said. âYou are in great shape. You have an amazing ass. Your penis looks pretty big. You smell so fucking good,â I blurted out.
Bruce smiled and kept eye contact.
âI want to see your body,â he said as he reached out and began unbuttoning my shirt.
He looked at my moderately hair chest as each button gave him a better view before peeling my shirt down my arms and off my body. He put his hand on my big pecs and down my abs.
âYou remind me of Jeremy,â he said as his hand felt my body.
Jeremy was his straight son who was married with two boys of his own.
âYou like his body?â I asked.
âI always have,â he said as he moved down to my slacks and undid my belt and then pulled down my zipper. âYou wear the same type of underwear as Andrew.â
Andrew is his gay son I played softball with. He lives in California and we still keep up on Instagram.
Bruceâs hand moved over my growing pouch and he looked up at me and smiled. His eyes went back to my bulge and he pulled my slacks over my big butt and thighs and let them sit on my shoes.
âYouâre getting hard,â Bruce said running a hand over my bulge again. âAm I doing that to you?â
âYes, sir,â I said quietly causing him to smile.
Bruce pulled on the waistband of my Andrew Christian briefs and pulled them down just above my knees. He stopped and looked at my thick, cut cock as it enjoyed its freedom from my pants.
He looked at me and smiled again before getting on his knees and putting one hand on my hard shaft and the other around my shaved balls. I watched in slow motion as he moved his head forward and swallowed the tip of my dick. It felt warm and amazing as his tongue swirled around the head and then my cock went down his throat. He has done this before.
I pulled the back of his head toward me involuntarily as I tried to get more of my cock inside his mouth. He took it all the way down to my balls. I pulled his head toward me again and mashed his nose into my trimmed pubes. I finally let go and he slowly pulled my cock out of his hungry mouth.
âYou taste amazing, kid,â he smiled. âBut right now I really need you to eat my ass.â
Bruce walked to his desk and bent over it so his chest was pressed all the way against the top. I walked to him with my shoes and pants at my ankles. I quickly took everything off and looked at his beautiful big ass and hairy legs from behind. He was so sexy.
âSir, have you, um ⊠have you had someone do this to your before?â I asked.
âYeah, and I fucking love it,â he said as he spread his cheeks with his own hands. âI want you to really get into it like they do.â
I didnât ask who he was talking about. I just instinctively knew he was talking about his sons. My cock was drooling at the realization. I knelt down behind my boss as my cock swung in front of me. He smelled so fucking good as I stuck my tongue in his surprisingly hairless hole. I was hooked immediately as my tongue, mouth and nose were deep in his ass. His warm pink pucker was perfect and delicious.
âLick that butt, Jake,â he whined. âGod, your tongue feels so good inside me. Fuck, Iâm so fucking hard.â
I reached up and pulled his hard cock back toward me and stroked it as precum dripped. I let my mouth leave my bossâs hole for a quick second while I licked the leaking juice from his piss slit. It tasted good and left a slightly salty aftertaste.
âGet in there, boy,â Bruce begged for me to go back to rimming him. âFuck, I havenât felt like this in a while.â
As much as I loved eating Bruceâs butt, I desperately needed my cock in his ass. I could feel he needed my cock as well. I stood as my spit and his ass juice dripped down my chin and quickly ran my hard dick along his crack. He moaned and stood as he held the sides of the desk. He knew what was coming next and pushed back into my leaking boner. He grinded against my dick before he reached back and grabbed the shaft. My head was now against his hole as he pushed back more and actually got the tip of my penis inside him.
âOh my fucking god,â he moaned loudly. âOh fuck. FUCK. YES! Deeper!â
I was now fully inside him and fucking him hard. He could take it. He was a bottom. He loved this as much as me.
âFuck me, baby,â he begged. âFuck daddy hard, boy. Give me that big dick. Fuck daddy hard.â
I was so turned on as I kissed his neck and back and rammed his hole. His smell was even more intense and delicious as we began to sweat. It was the best sex Iâd had in a long time and I needed to squirt my load.
âIâm going to breed your ass, Bruce,â I warned. âYou want my big load deep inside that hole?â
âBreed me, man,â he whined. âGive me all you got, babe. Fill daddy up.â
I shot long and hard inside my boss as I kept fucking him. I could hear him shooting his load all over his desk. His head fell back against my shoulder as his ass tightened on my dick with each huge thumping sound of his jizz landing in front of him.
âFuck, yes,â Bruce said. âFuck, man. God, that was amazing, Jake.â
âI know, sir,â I said into his ear. âYouâre so fucking sexy.â
âFuck me again,â he begged. I want you to fuck me in every inch of this office.â
âYes, sir,â I smiled. âBut I also want to ride your big fucking dick, sir. I want your fat cock to drill my g-spot.â
âYou free all night?â Bruce asked.
I replied, âAll weekend, stud.â
He walked to me and we began making out. Slow and sensual at first but we were still just as horny for each other. I bent down and licked his nipples and then lifted his right arm and began licking and sniffing his now sweaty pits.
âYour just as nasty as me, Jake,â he smiled. âWeâre going to get into some deviant shit arenât we, boy?â
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