The African
By: AZGuy

I was sitting at the bar, having my last drink of the night. It was getting pretty late and the crowd had thinned out. I saw the look of awe on the bartenders face as I felt a presence behind me. I turned around on my stool and looked right into the abs of this giant guy. His waist was narrow but quickly grew wider the higher I looked. I finally looked up over his massively muscular chest to see a very handsome, but enormous black guy. He looked down at me, smiled this huge wide smile and said, “Hi.”

I managed a “hi” back and he asked if he could join me. He spoke in a clipped English accent with a very deep voice. I motioned to the stool next to me. He sat down, and the stool creaked under his weight. There was no fat anywhere on him and his huge arms stretched the short sleeves of his huge shirt.

I was still in shock, when he smiled again and said, “So, mate, tell me about yourself.”

I managed to go through a brief history of my life, never taking my eyes of his huge beautiful body. He listened intently. When I was done he said, “So you must be pretty smart then, hey. I mean you were successful in business and such.”

I nodded and said, “So tell me about you.”

He smiled again and seemed to flex his arms and chest a bit and said, “Why don’t I tell you about me in a more comfortable place. I live right around the corner in the lofts. That okay with you, mate?”

I nodded again and we both stood up. I am tall but I was barely even with his massive chest. He said, “Come with me, then. It is a short walk.”

He started toward the door and I followed. I looked back at the bartender who was just standing there with his mouth hanging open.

We started walking down the street. I could not take my eyes off his magnificent body. He looked down at me and said, “You keep staring at me. Is everything okay?”

I felt myself blush, but managed to say, “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen. How did you get so big?”

He smiled his huge smile and said, “The men in my village all look like me.”

I was stunned. “Wow that must be some gene pool.”

He kept smiling, “We have evolved over time. I will tell you about it when we get home, if you want to hear it.”

“Of course I do,” I said.

We entered this old factory which had been converted to loft space. We took the elevator to the top floor and exited into a large loft space with high ceilings. The loft was decorated with beautiful African art and artifacts. It had an almost tropical look to it. I noticed that there were a lot of snake figures and snake ritual depictions around the room.

“Beautiful,” I said looking around.

He laughed. “Oh the room, I thought you had meant me.”

I looked over at him and he had taken his shirt off. He was truly magnificent as he was huge.

“Well, you too.”

He smiled at me and said, “I am glad you like my body.”

“You have not idea how much”

“I hope I can guess.” He smiled again.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked.

I said, “Sure whatever you have”

He went into the kitchen and brought back of glass of red wine. I took it and had several long sips to wet my dry mouth. It tasted very different from any wine I had ever had, but tasted very good. I impulsively kept taking bigger gulps of it and quickly drained the glass. He was smiling down at me as I drank.

“Thanks,” I said. “Guess I was thirstier than I thought.”

He took the glass and set it on the table. Then he took off his stretched to the limit sweat pants. His thighs had to be 50 inches each. He sat down on the huge sofa and motioned me to come over. He lifted me up and set me on one of his thighs, my feet dangling between his out stretched legs.

“Feel free to touch my body. It makes me feel good. I am going to tell you that story you said you wanted to hear about my tribe.”

I began gently feeling various parts of his huge body. It was unbelievable.

He started his story.

“My tribe lived a very secluded life. It was by choice. We had very rich land and protected it from intruders. There was said that we had put a curse on the land and those who entered it disappeared. But that didn’t stop many from coming there to try to reap its benefits. We were a very male dominated society. Woman were rarely seen and only used for procreation in an annual ceremony.”

I felt my arms get heavy and could barely hold them up. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. Finally my arms dropped and I could not move. The African kept me on his leg and held me up.

“Ah I see the effects of the wine are working. I will tell you more about that in a minute.”

He continued his story. “You see, generations ago, my people were cannibals. That is how we protected our land. We caught and ate our enemies. We also revered snakes and had many rituals with them. Over time, with the help of our snake rituals, we perfected our ability to consume people. We learned how to swallow our enemies alive and whole. This did many things for us. Eating a live man, helped us get the benefits of living cells. Our bodies became much stronger and bigger than before. We also swallowed a live brain and were able to transfer the wisdom and knowledge of our captors to us more easily.” He smiled at me again

I could not believe what I was hearing. I was terrified, but could not move or talk. I just sat and listened.

“We, of course, learned many things about the land that we had and how to mine it , by eating the people who came to mine it. We also learned many languages from those we had eaten. We also grew very big and strong. There were many legends about us, but noone knew for sure.

“The one day an American with several other people came to the village. He was from a football team here in the US. He met with the elders and asked if one of us could come back to the US to play football. I agreed to go. He said I could learn it easily. But I already knew it after I ate one of his people. Soon he was the only one left, but we saved him to take me to America.

I went to training camp and was very good. Though after only a couple of weeks, they let me go. It seemed some of the players were missing, and though they couldn’t prove anything, the blamed me. Of course I had eaten them. Such fine bodies.”

I was still silent and paralyzed. I just listened in terror.

“The wine I gave you had a special venom in it. It only lasts a short time. But it serves us well is swallowing our captures because they go down so easily. It will wear off about the time you are inside me. Now I am going to eat you, not so much for your body, but your mind. You see I want to go into some business and need the knowledge. I appreciate your sacrifice to me. You can take some happiness that you will become a part of this magnificent body you liked so much.”

With that he grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me up to his widening mouth. His tongue reached out for my face and helped it glide in. I felt him push me in more as my head slid into his throat. He ran his tongue across my chest for a moment then swallowed. His throat pulled my head and chest in. He continued to taste and swallow me. I could feel the throat massage me as it drew more of me in. I could begin to feel my arms being able to move again, but it was too late. He cocked his head up and my legs slid into his mouth and down his throat. Finally my feet slipped in and with one last swallow I was pushed into a tight ball in his stomach. I struggled with my new found ability to move, but nothing could be done. I was inside this huge African. I quickly lost the air and passed out.

The End