Midnight Snack
By: Giantguy
being roommates with me is really starting to be a pain in the ass.
tough enough to be sharing a room in the jock dorm with the fuckin'
quarterback, but if i'm not fucking some chick in my bed (not caring
if you're there or not), then i'm scarfing down huge after game
meals right in the room, midnight snacks out of the room fridge i
smuggled in. you try to ignore the sounds of me gulping down pizza,
subs, chicken wings ... just sneaking glances at my beefy muscular
body. you wouldnt admit to anyone that you stare at me whenever you
think im not looking -- not much of a problem since im a natural
show off, bareass whenever im in the room ... sitting watching
videos replays of the game on the edge of my bed, fat cock and balls
hanging down, scratching them as i try to plan better strategies.
you try harder to focus on your studies with exams coming up. as
the season goes on, you are woken up in the middle of the night by
me rummaging through the fridge, suddenly ravenous, needing to fill
my growling belly. you're amazed at the amount i can eat ... and
that i have no gut like some of the other football players do ...
just a strong, powerfully muscled six foot four sculpted bod.
the semester is almost over, and you are short of money. you start
sneaking food here and there from the stocked mini fridge, always
mentally promising that you will replace what you've taken. you
figure too that im not the smartest guy in the world an i probably
don't even notice anything's missing.
one night, you cant even focus on your studying because you're so
hungry. you go take a shower to take your mind off it, but it
doesn't help. you come back to the room, and as you're drying off,
you suddenly snap. you dive in to the fridge, and gorge yourself.
there's barely anything left, but you're full for the first time in
months. you fall back on my bed, suddenly sleepy from stuffing
yourself. you can't even move ... you figure i won't be home for
hours ... i'm out getting drunk ... you'll just sleep for a minute
or two...
you're woken up by me shaking your foot, yelling at you. you blink
your eyes and see me, flushed from a night of drinking, the door to
the now empty fridge open.
"What the FUCK man! I'm fuckin STARVING! Where's my FOOD
asshole?" I shake your foot, grabbing hold of the other one,
dragging you a little across my bed.
"I... uh ... I'll replace it ... I ... uh ... first thing in the
morning."
"I'm hungry NOW man! Could fuckin' eat a horse!" I let loose a
huge beer belch which goes on for at least a minute.... I stretch my
mouth wide ... wider ... gaping hugely ... it looks so strange to
you that you can't help laughing, even as I have your ankles in my
tight grip.
"You think that's fuckin' funny man?" I snarl. I pull your feet
closer to me, and stretch my mouth open. I lean forward and put
your feet in my mouth, closing my lips around your ankles.
You blink ... goddamn! that's gotta be some kind of record. You
laugh again -- it looks so strange -- your feet in my mouth, my eyes
still blazing with anger. My gut growls audibly. You feel my
hot, rough tongue against your ankles and then suddenly I kneel down
by the bed ... your feet still in my mouth. My stretched lips curl
in a smirk and then I slowly close my eyes ... you see my throat
muscles contract as I gulp ... you are suddenly pulled forward as i
swallow you up to your knees.
You stare as my distended throat and lips pull you deeper, slowly
advancing ... my tongue working against you, licking and pushing ...
you don't even register what's happening until you are engulfed to
your waist. Suddenly the adrenalin kicks in, jolting you fully
awake.
I'm fuckin' swallowing you whole.
I gulp again, drawing you in deeper, my lips stretched wide across
your chest, groaning as I strain to fill my ravenous gut. You try
to push against my encroaching mouth, but my slippery lips simply
take in your arms too.
"Jesus Greg! What the fuck are you doing? I'm SORRY man, I --
uhhhhgggh" your breath is squeezed out as I gulp again, as you
slide in further, trying to push against the strong, wet musculature
of my mouth and throat ...
You can feel my throat muscles contracting and flexing around you as
you slip in to your neck ... your mind is racing, reeling and dizzy
...
"Fuck man ... stop ... STOP ... STOP!!! I'll suffocate! How the
fuck can you do this man ... it's not possible ... this can't be
happening ... THIS CAN'T BE uuurrrgghhphhh"
Realizing that your begging is going to wake up the other guys on
the dorm floor pretty soon, I brace my arms against the bed frame
and give a mighty gulp, shoving you down into my hungry gullet, my
grossly stretched throat pulling you down as my lips slowly closing
over your head. I feel you still trying to struggle as you are
drawn into my gut ... the intense rumblings of hunger finally stop
... and the gurglings of digestion begin...
You feel my hot, strong lips slide up over your face and you are
being pulled down, down into the sloshing, beer filled cavity of my
belly. Your brain is on fire... how can this be real? How did I
swallow you whole? You moan as you try to breathe in the gases
bloating my belly from all the beer.
I fall back on the floor. The pressure in my gut is enormous.
Maybe I've taken in too much. I open my mouth again ... and a huge
belch echoes out.
Ahhh .... much better.
In the morning I wake up, rubbing my hand over my belly, hard and
flat as it always is. I stumble half asleep to the john, pushing
aside some of the guys in line for the toilet. I yank a puny
freshman in mid-shit off the pot, slamming my ass down on the bowl
and grunting as I strain hard. My asshole puckers and then
releases, shoving out a record setting rope of shit. It breaks off
clean, filling the toilet to the rim. I walk away, laughing as I
hear people asking "Hey, where's Jake?"
"Who -- that little shit?" I ask. "Ahhh ... he's layin around
here somewhere."