Ross's Story
By: Eurovore
Author’s note: I started this story about three years ago when I was inspired one day by a guy I met called Ross - achingly beautiful he was. Left it for such along time lots of crappy stuff in life got in the way and I couldn’t get my head around it and finish it – it’s a little different to the usual stuff I write. It might also be the biggest lot of self-indulgent shite known to man. I don’t know. I guess you will, but really hope that someone enjoys it!
*~~~*
I stood by the little shop in the station waiting for Ross’ delayed train. It was a beautiful June day and I watched the waiting passengers mill restlessly. Forty minutes late, the train finally pulled in and people started to pile out.
I could see Ross through the crowd, walking towards me. I raised my arm in a wave and a big smile spread across his face. He’d grown again since he’d last gone off to University, only a few months before. His black hair was longer and shone in the sunshine. He’d not shaved in a few days and the black stubble framed his angular, handsome face.
I walked over to him and gave him a big hug. He was still slightly smaller than me but the strong squeeze he gave me suggested a lot more time working out in the gym. “You look great mate, good to see you” I said in his ear. He let go of me and I looked into his dark, sparkling eyes. “You look really well yourself? How have things been since I went?”
“Quiet as usual in small town where nothing ever happens” I replied. “Mind you a lot of preparation for the return of the prodigal son and his impending 21st birthday!”
Ross put his arm around my shoulder as we walked out of the station and over to my car. “Well I am glad to hear it,” he laughed. “I guess that this Birthday of mine is going to be pretty special for both of us.”
“I think you know that I am looking forward to it, strange as that might seam” I said as I but his bag into the boot of my little Fiat convertible.
“Great, new car bro’” Ross said as he slid into the passenger seat.
“Bought and paid for mate” I said as I sped out of the car park.
“And even better than that Ross, it’s yours come your birthday next week. Look after it for me and enjoy it, every young dude about campus should have a sexy little sports car to help attract the women!”
“Hey the car is great mate and thank you, but I don’t need any help with women…. they love this hot little body and my winning personality”
“Well it can’t do any harm and might detract from the arrogance!” I laughed.
When we arrived back at home there was the usual hugs and tears that always greeted Ross when he came home from University. Our parents loved him so much…we all did…I was so proud of my younger brother. He’d been the first of us to leave this pretty, but very dull country town. I’d got a job straight out of school; I liked it and had a good, quiet life here. I was the reliable one, the boring one even, but when we were younger I’d readily adopted the role of mentor, friend and protector to Ross. The ten years between us had never been an issue. We were friends as much as brothers and as far as I was concerned the sun did rise to shine on him. And he knew that.
Ross flopped down in the couch in the lounge, stretching his long legs in front of him and let his head fall back, eyes closed. I, as usual, sat on the floor across from him. I took a cigarette from the box on the table next to me and lit it. Ross opened his eyes and motioned for me to give it to him. I lent over and passed it to him. He flopped back on the sofa.
“Jim, mate…. since you are down there…work your magic…it’s been a hell of a long journey.”
I moved closer to him and lifted his right leg, placing it in my lap. I took off the battered Nike sneaker and removed the damp white sports sock. Since he’d been 13 our parents had always said that Ross was like one of those puppies that’s paws are all out of proportion with their body. Ross’ huge hands and feet were an indicator if the size of man he’d grow into and he was indeed on his way to being a colossus of a man…in more ways than his physicality. I sat there on the floor and massaged first one foot and then the other for an hour while Ross lay back and snoozed.
Our father popped his head round the door of the room and announced that dinner was ready. Ross looked up and said we’d be through in a second and I lifted his foot to my face, kissed it and stood up. We wondered through to the dinning room and sat down in our time-honoured places at the table. Dad poured some wine and Mum served us.
“Chinese…and home cooked too…very exotic for you Mum” Ross said with a grin.
“You are not the only one who’s capable of learning new things young man. Now less of the cheek and eat up.”
It was great to have Ross back. We’d all missed him and as Dad twittered on about some nonsense going on at his office I sat there enjoying my food and basking in the comfort of all of us all being together.
Ross picked up a chunk of pork in his chopsticks and deposited it in his mouth and started to chew. As I’d done a thousand times before I quietly watched his jaw move as he ground the meat between his teeth and I thought to myself how much I’d give to be that piece of food. Ross looked up at me staring at him and winked as he swallowed.
After Ross and I had finished clearing up I made everyone good strong Gin and Tonics and gave two to our parents as they settled down for the night in the living room. Ross and I took ours up to the massive attic room we had shared all our lives. We flopped down on our respective beds. Ross sat up, taking a sip from his glass. “Met anyone nice recently, Jim”
“Not really, I’ve had a few hot truckers up at the service area on the expressway, but no one that I’d even think about getting serious with. A quick fuck in the back of some lads truck is all I really want to be honest”
“Well we both know that it is not all you really want”, Ross said with a grin, “but I am going to do something about that later in the week. Meantime I want to go on line so would you do me the pleasure?” he motioned to the computer table in the room.
I got off of the bed and walked over to the table, lying down on the floor underneath it, my head close to the chair. Ross came over, switched the PC on and sat down in the chair above me. He lifted both is bare feet and planted them heavily on my face. He worked away for an hour or so, my face beneath the warm soles of his feet. I almost dozed off but every now and then Ross would lean forward and press harder on my face. I lay there and though of how it had all happened. This to us was so natural and comfortable. Sure I got off on it and in his own way I think Ross did too. At first he’d been shocked, naturally. I never meant for him to find out but when he walked unexpectedly into our room three years ago and found me on my bed, naked with my face inside one of his old Vans sneakers there was little that I could do but be honest! He’d thought it was funny and quickly it became our private joke. He’d come back at night from seeing his mates and take off the Vans or whatever else had been encasing his feet that day and throw them at me, telling me to have fun! A few months later he asked if I’d give him a foot rub, which subsequently become a regular event. Then one hot summer night he came in from a jog and asked me to refresh his feet. I went to the bathroom to get a bowl of water but he said that he wanted me to lick the sweat from his feet. I sat on the floor at the foot of his bed and slipped his running shoe off. That first lick of his left sole and the taste of his sweat was magical. Naturally that was the extent of my contact with my brother and I was content to be his foot rest and enjoy the times he let me lick the sweat from his feet…. our parents would have had us both in therapy of they’d known about any of it!
It was only last summer on his 20th birthday that we had an amazing, unplanned and unexpected conversation and my other little secret came out! He’d been out all day in my car and came home to get ready to hit the town with his friends. I was on the computer in our room when he came through from the bathroom, dripping wet from the shower. He was chatting about his plans for the night, as he got ready. He pulled on jeans and sat down on the bed to put his socks on.
“I wish you were gonna come with us into the city Jim”.
“I know” I replied, without looking up from the computer, “but I really can’t face more drinking, last night was bad enough”.
“Wimp – it would be cool to have my big brother with me on my birthday”
I stopped typing and turned around to look at him. “Well, there is a way that I could come with you and I’d enjoy myself big time! But you’ll have to promise to be sensible and not get all freaky and tell Mum and Dad.”
He looked at me questioningly. I got up and sat down next to him on the bed. “What would you say if I told you that sometimes when you are asleep I get inside your sneakers?”
He laughed “No bloody news there mate…. you’ve always got your face stuck in my sneakers anytime you can! You know I don’t mind…it’s cool!”
“No you don’t understand Ross, I actually climb inside.”
“Fuck off…what shit are talking about?”
“Ross…I’m not shitting you…. I can make myself small. About four inches to be precise. I’ve never done it in front of anyone but when you’re asleep I make myself small and climb inside your sneaker. One night a couple of weeks ago I fell asleep inside and only woke up when you picked the shoe up in the morning to put it on! I nearly crapped myself, certain that you’d put your foot into it and feel something inside, investigate and find me! Fortunately Dad called you downstairs and you ran down without putting the shoe on. When I’d recovered from the winding I got when you dropped the shoe I got out quickly and re-sized before you came back.”
“You are full of shit!”
“I’m not lying Ross!”
“Go on then prove it! Make yourself four inches tall!”
So I did. A few seconds later I was standing…. all four inches of me on the floor in front of Ross. He jumped up from the bed and squealed “Fuck me man, you can do it! How the hell?”
I stood smiling up at the giant version of my little brother staring down at me. Suddenly he leant down, wrapped his huge fingers around my body and picked me up; bring me up level to his face. He held me there, open mouthed and staring at me. It was kind of uncomfortable being held round the middle, but at the same time a major rush that my little brother was actually holding me in his hand.
An evil grin spread across his face. “Well bro, looks like I can do anything I want with you now”
I laughed “remember that I can make myself big again…. so misbehave when I am this size and I will kick your arse when I am big again!”
He grinned…”aw…little, big brother don’t be like that…. you should know that I’d never do anything to hurt you…well I might bite your head off if you piss me off!” He quickly stuck my head in his mouth and took me out again just as fast.
“Well, I can think of worse ways to go” I grinned up at him.
“You’re a sick little man if you think I’d eat my own brother!” He laughed….”No if I am gonna get rid of you I’ll crush you to death under my foot…but you’d probably get off on that!”
“Well…perhaps not being crushed to death, but I wouldn’t mind a trip out with you tonight…. inside your shoe!”
And that is exactly what happened. After some initial worries about me suffocating or getting crushed, Ross dropped me into his right Vans and I worked my way down to the toes, lying down with my back profiling the curve of the shoe. When he was sure I was in position he gently slipped his foot into the shoe. We had a pre-agreed signal that if I squeezed his big toe once I was fine and if I did it repeatedly then I was in trouble. It got darker as his white socked foot slid gently towards me in the shoe…I was kinda scared that breathing would be hard, but as I clung on to his toes and Ross wiggled them reassuringly, I found I could breath no problem. Sure it took a little while to get used to the whooshing forwards and thump down as Ross walked and after half an hour or so the heat inside the shoe was almost overpowering…. but the compensation was the sensation of being completely encased in the smell of my brother’s feet…a smell I had coveted for years! I lay there…. hoping that Ross wouldn’t feel my erection against his toe and wondering what his mates would say if he told them that the whole time he was out that night, drinking, dancing and making out with Diane Marshall that his older brother was inside his sneaker!
Hours later, back in our room Ross tipped me out of his shoe and into his hand. He lifted me to his face and smelt me. “Phew…. I don’t know how you can stand the smell of my feet man!”
Blinking from the sudden light, sitting upright in the palm of his hand I smiled at him. “Believe me that was number two fantasy fulfilled!”
“What’s number one?” He asked as he lay back on his bed and deposited me on to his chest.
I lay face down on the material of his shirt and looked him in the eye. “Trust me…. your not ready to hear it…. and I don’t know if I am ready to tell you.”
He looked puzzled and serious. “Tell me Jim, it doesn’t matter what it is…. I’m not going to be mad…I might not be prepared to do it…but lets face it after tonight you might as well tell me!”
I thought for a second or two then quietly said it. “My number one fantasy would be for me to be eaten by you.”
Ross sat up and I rolled off him onto the bed. He picked me up in his hand and held me up to eye level. “You want me to eat you? Are you serious? You mean, chew swallow and digest? That’s one fucked up fantasy!”
I looked at him. “I said it was a fantasy and you did ask!”
“Well bud I don’t think I could, I mean…. how would I do it and what the fuck would Mum and Dad say! I am sure I could get arrested for it!”
He put me down on the floor and I changed myself back to normal size. We left the conversation there. The next morning we spoke about my travels in his shoe and he said that he was quite happy to have me go out with him in his shoe again, but he didn’t mention fantasy number one.
A couple of weeks after this we were sunning ourselves in the garden. We were laughing cos we had started to use my ability to shrink as a bit of a game. The previous evening we’d gone into the city and got into a club paying for only one, because I went past the doorman safely inside my bothers pocket.
I lit a cigarette and sat up on my lounger. “I’m gonna go inside and get some lunch…do you want anything Ross?”
He squinted up at me, “yip make me a sandwich and don’t you go shrinking yourself and trying to hide inside it! I’m off meat at the minute!”
I laughed, relived really that he was finally able to joke about it. It was the first time he had mentioned it since the evening I’d blurted it out.
And that’s how it was for a while. He’d often make a joke at my expense about me wanting to be his breakfast and once when I was small he tied me up and threaten to hide me inside a sandwich he was making for our father. He got so far as making the sandwich, hiding me inside and giving the plate to our father! Fortunately for me he’d put mayo on it and Dad hates mayo so he handed the plate back to Ross unaware that the sandwich contained his oldest son! I did kick Ross’ butt that day when I made myself big again!
Then about six months ago we were in our room. Ross was heading out for University the next day and was catching up on e-mail. I was in my ‘usual’ place on the floor with my face under his feet. Ross wiggled his big toe until it was inside my mouth and I was sucking it. Suddenly he took his feet off my face and pushed the seat back. He got down on the floor beside me and rested his chin on my chest. “I’ll do it” he said without emotion.
“Do what?”
“I will eat you if it is what you really want.”
I smiled at him. I knew he was being serious and suddenly this crazy fantasy could be a reality. Was it what I really wanted? I mean it would be kinda permanent!
I brushed a strand of his hair away from his face and looked him in the eye. “I think it is what I really want Ross, to be honest I have been wanting it since you were 12. I still remember watching you eat a burger and realising that all I wanted was to be that burger!”
“Well then, you shall have your wish. I am gonna be back in six months, for my 21st and as a present for me on my 21st I’d like to eat my brother.”
e-mail:
TO: Jim@ecossemail.com
From: Rossthesexmachine@ecossemail.com
Jim
Uni is great…. settling in now that two months have passed, begun to sober up too…. well I have to start studying sometime! Been working out too…an attempt to get shagged even more! On that subject I’m now up to girl number 8…not bad in two months!
Anyway I hope that you and old folks are well…. I will call Mum at the weekend - tell her. By the way bro…I am still waiting to hear from you about my 21st birthday dining arrangements…. I mean it - I will do it -you just better be sure it is really what you want…. once it is done that will be it…I wont be able to stop half way through digesting you!
Yours hungrily ;-))
Love
R.
******
e-mail:
TO: Rossthesexmachine@ecossemail.com
From: Jim@ecossemail.com
You know- and at the risk of sounding like Dad- sex isn’t a competition!! You’d better be taking protection Brother or I‘ll break your neck! The folks are fine by the way and thanks for leaving me the old Vans, I have been sleeping in them most nights! I’m thinking of buying a new car by the way…what do you fancy? I’m asking cos after your birthday it will be yours! I have made my mind up; to be honest I haven’t been able to think about much else…it’s not an easy decision…deciding if and how your brother is going to eat you! While there would be a certain poetry to being eaten by you on your actual birthday…I don’t see it as being practical to arrange… its not like you can excuse yourself mid-party and tell everyone your just popping up stairs to chow down on me!
The folks are heading off on vacation two days after your birthday. I want you to do it then. We’ll be on our own and I’d rather you didn’t have to rush this once in a lifetime experience! So if you are in agreement lets spend a day together and then in the evening I’ll cook you a great meal…with me as the main course!
Keep working hard at the gym…I am not prepared to become part of fat slob!
Love
Jim.
I remember thinking about it after he told me. I mean it is kinda fucked up to want to be eaten at all, yet alone be eaten by your little brother! And what about me? I was up for most things but shit…eating another person, my brother…I didn’t think I could do it. To tell you the truth there was a part of me that got off on Jim’s fetish for my feet! It’s not every heterosexual man who’d let another guy, yet alone his brother, get off on his sneakers. Jim licking, sniffing or even being under or inside my sneakers was fine – I enjoyed it and call me fucked up if you want, but having your feet licked is very sensual. Even by another man. Even by your brother. I loved him…that was the problem; he’d always looked after me. Always. I might be the ‘golden boy’ but Jim was the kinda man that everyone loved. I couldn’t be party to the destruction of that?
I thought about it all the time, I used to imagine what I’d do if I did go through with it. What would he taste like? Would I have to cook him first and if not could I really eat any raw meat – yet alone another person? Those ideas made me want to puke. On the other hand it was what he wanted more than anything. He told me so. It was also surely the biggest compliment that guy could have - to be loved so much that someone would want to become your food. To be digested, absorbed and the rest just crapped out.
Time to use that keen brain of mine and so some research. And boy did that open my eyes! Not only was the fantasy not unique but also there were websites dedicated to it! Stories, manipulated pictures the lot! There were loads of sites about giant women eating men and a lot about giant men eating men…some people wanted to be swallowed whole, others form part of an actual meal. A lot were violent, yet some were almost romantic.
Dear God…it’s true what they say…all human life is on WWW. Imagine what we could learn or read about if the other third of the world’s population - who’d not actually got as far as having the opportunity to use a phone, could access the Internet?
I visited those ‘vore’ sites, as they were known often. I digested – no pun intended – what they were about and tried to get inside the minds of those people who got off on it. I couldn’t. I neither wanted to be eaten nor wanted to eat another person. I could understand the giant bit – that was kinda hot – being all-powerful and big and mean, and at the end of the day I actually had real experience of being a giant! But I still wasn’t sure if I could eat my brother. Eventually I decided to get chatting to this guy in Sweden. He wanted to be eaten and I spent several nights chatting with him about it. I told him I was curious about the whole thing and he was really candid about why and how he wanted to be eaten. I joked that if he ever was able to make himself small that he was to give me a call and I’d have him for lunch. He told me that he’d give anything if that could happen and I believed him. So if I was prepared to eat some stranger hundreds of miles away, just to fulfil his sexual fetish then the least I could do was fulfil my brother’s biggest wish? But does fantasy loose its appeal when reality comes? Only one-way to find out – I was gonna tell Jim that I was prepared to eat him and see if he crapped out of it. If he didn’t then I was gonna do it…I was going to eat my big brother. Shit I thought – I hope I don’t get a taste for it and end up having to eat the whole neighbourhood. People would definitely notice that!
While Jim was driving his parents to the airport Ross sat out in the garden under the “family” tree. The sun was warm against his skin and the gentle breeze caused the leaves in the tree to rustle adding to the feeling of a perfect summers day. Ross was anything but calm. The party for his 21st had been great. Lots of friends from home and Uni, family, almost everyone he cared for. He loved being the centre of attention and spent most of the day basking in adoration and love! Jim had organised almost everything and made a big play of giving Ross his car as his present. That had made Ross cry. Not just because it was such a huge gift but also because he knew why. He knew that Ross had no intention of needing it again in a couple of days.
Sitting under the tree he was beginning to panic. He looked at his watch, Jim would be heading back along the expressway now and his parent safe in the departure lounge unaware that one son was gonna eat the other. Fuck, he thought, I’m not sure I can do this.
He closed his eyes. Jim’s car pulling into the driveway at the front of the house woke him from a short, disturbed sleep. Ross looked up as Jim came bounding down the garden towards him, grinning. Jim flopped down on the grass next to Ross and resting his head on Ross’ lap. “Only a couple of more hours to go bud, and I for one can’t wait!”
Ross’ eyes filled with tears. “I don’t know if I can go through with it. I’m sorry. I just cant”.
Jim’s grin disappeared and he sat up taking Ross’ hand in his. “Look bud, I want this more than anything in the world and what’s more I know that it will be the best thing ever to happen to either of us, but if you really don’t want to do it then I cant force you. But just trust me Ross, I love you and I would never do anything that would harm you or cause you pain. And trust me this wont do either.”
Ross wiped the tears from his face and grinned at Jim. “You are a mental fucker bud, I don’t think I will ever understand any of this. Most of the time it doesn’t seem real anyway. But you have always looked after me and always been right. I will do it, but if I am gonna you had better get your fat arse up to the house and start cooking!”
Two hours later Ross came down stairs into the kitchen. He’s shaved and showered and put on his best shirt. Jim looked at him and smiled – “fuck I know I shouldn’t say this about my own brother but wow!”
Ross laughed “I’ve known you all my life, I’m gonna eat you tonight and you choose now to tell me that you fancy me!” Ross walked over to Jim, kissed him gently on the mouth. “I love you big brother, now go upstairs and get ready. I’m hungry!”
He wanted to finish off the rest of the cooking and serve himself. He asked Jim to shrink and wait in their room when he was ready. Ross would come and get him shortly.
Jim lay in the now vast expanse that was his bed. Hard to believe that in minutes he’d be inside his brother’s stomach, awaiting the natural action of Ross’ body. Would he panic? Would it hurt? He was so certain in his very self that it was right and he’s be ok, but there was always a doubt. What if even Ross couldn’t do it?
Ross came into the room and walked over to bed. He looked handsome and older somehow. His face was set and he picked Jim up in his hand and without talking turned and walked back down stairs. Ross entered the dinning room and Jim could see that the table was set, the candles lit and a glass of red wine sitting full by the side of Ross’ plate, which now contained the food Jim had been preparing. Ross sat down at his chair, brought Jim up to his face and kissed him gently on the face. Ross then put Jim down on top of the food on his plate and began to eat. During the meal Ross didn’t talk to Jim. He ate slowly, deliberately and savoured every mouthful. Each time Ross’ fork returned to the plate Jim wondered if it would scoop him up with the rest of the food. Each time it didn’t. Jim just lay there calmly and looked up at his younger brother chewing way.
Ross put down his fork, slugged a massive mouthful of wine and picked Jim up in his fingers. A huge grin spread across his face as he brought Jim up towards his mouth. He said nothing just slowly lifted Jim closer. Jim looked in awe at the massive teeth of his brother coming closer – they parted and Jim felt the damp warm envelop him as Ross placed him down on his tongue. Ross closed his mouth gently. He sat there with his brother in his mouth and did nothing. A feeling he’d never had before just spread over him. He knew that he had to do it. He had to swallow. He lent his head back, opened his throat and swallowed as hard as he could feeling his brother slip gently and certainly towards his stomach.
The feeling of being in Ross’ mouth stunned Jim. He lay there for a few second, wondering if Ross would spit him out, swallow or begin to chew. He felt Ross move and in the moist darkness became aware he was moving forward and down. Ross’ throat constricting around him, crushing him, crushing him, making him unable to breath.
Ross got up, took another slug of wine and went upstairs to his room. He lay down on the bed and rubbed his abdomen. He could feel the occasional movement from his stomach. Odd. Was it his imagination or was Jim moving around inside him? Regardless he did know that he had never in his life felt better. His whole body felt alive and yet so a peace. Jim was inside him. He couldn’t possibly be still alive but Ross felt him more strongly than he had ever before. Jim had been right. It was the best thing he could have done and Ross knew he would be eternally grateful to have Jim as part of him, loving him. Tears ran down his face. Not in sadness but in a feeling of utter, blissful contentment.