Thanksgiving Dinner
By: Mukcub

The belch resounded through the house as Glenn worked his way through the garage door. He grinned as he worked his way into this house and finally got to his bed. It wasn't much, just a couple soiled mattresses on the floor. Course, not much to his house either.

He had changed the layout of the house shortly after buying it and being a slob, he didn't often do much as far as cleaning. Course he didn't really care, and the houseguests who would visit never seemed to care either after the initials shocks. Glenn let out another loud belch as he sat back on the bed and slowly started to undress.

What an awesome Thanksgiving, he thought to himself. He pulled and worked his black rubber pants off. The rank odor of old and new cum filled the room and hit his nose. He had gotten off quite a few times

Thanksgiving thanks to his friends. He started working on getting the rubber shirt off as he thought over the days events. Three different

Thanksgivings he had attended. All of them were awesome. Glenn ripped a fart. Damn, lot of gas too, he thought. He had definitely done it again. His shirt finally off, he rubbed his huge hairy belly. He was quite thankful for his special rubber suit his boyfriend had made for him as a gift. Glenn smiled at the thought as he closed his eyes and rubbed his stuffed belly. Another successful Thanksgiving Glenn thought as he replayed the day in his mind.

Glenn had stayed in bed longer than usual. It was nice not having to be anywhere in the morning. As he got up, he tried to remember the order of the day. First it's dinner at John's at noon, then dinner at Greg's

at two, finally dinner at Bub's at six. Glenn smiled. Every year he would tell his friends he didn't have any plans for Thanksgiving since his family doesn't celebrate it anymore, (Glenn grinned to himself) and

every year he would get invitations from his friends to join them for dinner. What could Glenn say, he loved food and no reason for them to know he had made plans with other friends also. Plus he always managed to find room for everything. Glenn looked around the room and digging under some dirty clothes he pulled out his rubber shirt and pants. He was definitely going to need these today. As he pulled the shirt on, stretching it as it formed over his body. He loved how it looked on him, especially accenting his thick pecs and his big round beergut. Glenn then pulled the pants on, working them around his wide ass and tucking his thick uncut cock in. Glenn turned to look in the mirror. Scratching his thick goatee he grinned at himself. He loved the look of the black rubber suit on him, plus it always came in handy on days like this. Digging more through the pile of dirty clothes he found a tshirt and some jeans to wear, as well as a pair of socks. He knew he

didn't want to wear anything that he was too attached to since it probably wouldn't make it through the day. Once he was dressed, Glenn walked out of the one room house into the garage. Opening the garage door he got into his modified pickup and started off to John's

place.

It was a good drive across town to get to John's. John and his partner lived in a better neighborhood, even if it was still in a trailer park, course almost everywhere in the city was better than where Glenn lived but fuck, he didn't care. Glenn laughed to himself as he thought oops, guess that is mobile home resort as they like to call it, still nothing but trailer trash. He pulled up on the cement pad in front of John's doublewide. He grinned as he looked at the place. He and John worked together doing road construction and the place was almost as Glenn had

pictured it. It wasn't the most upkept, but not completely trashed out either. Could definitely tell it was a man's home, not a touch of femininity anywhere. Glenn walked up to the porch and rang the

bell. He heard John bellow something. The door opened and a burly man answered the door, almost as tall as Glenn but not quite as wide. The man opened the door, "Come on in Bud. Name's Darrel. I'm John's

other half."

Glenn smiled as he entered, catching a whiff of Darrel's odor. He knew John was a redneck who didn't care much about deodorant, seems that his partner was the same. "Name's Glenn. Nice to meet you Darrel."

Glenn answered.

"Come in and have a seat Glenn, want a beer while John finishes up the turkey. Should be much longer thanks to his turkey fryer." Darrel asked.

"Sure" Glenn replied, as he watched Darrel go into the kitchen.

His mouth watered at the smell of the food. The back door opened as John came in and smiling came over to Glenn. "Hey Glenn, glad to see you could make it." John greeted.

"Thanks for the invite John, quite a place you have here." Glenn said grinning as he looked at John.

Not quite as big as Darrel, John was still quite muscular and broad. Glenn admired the two in his mind. Quite a masculine couple they made and no one would ever imagine they were actually gay. Darrel came back

in with a six pack of beer and walked up behind John, pulling him close and kissing him deeply. Glenn smiled as the two passionately kissed, tongued deep in the others mouth. Then slowly the kiss broke. "How's the turkey coming?" Darrel asked.

John smiled back at Darrel and took one of the beer, cracking the can and giving it a good pull. "I would say probably another 5 minutes as most. Best get back there, don't need any accidents." John said as he

turned and headed back out the back door.

Darrel tossed Glenn a can of beer and took one for himself to. The two men cracked them open and didn't take long for them to drain the cans completely and start on the next ones.

Glenn crushed the two cans against his gut as he finished them and walked up to Darrel, reaching and taking the last beer in one hand and wrapping his arm around Darrel's waist with the other. Darrel was

shocked at first but then the two leaned together and started kissing. Glenn slide his tongue deep into Darrel's mouth, tasting the beer and saliva. Darrel moaned into Glenn's mouth as the two kissed intensely,

Darrel's beard entangling into Glenn's goatee. Grabbing Darrel tighter, Glenn grunted and started opening his mouth wider. Gently yet with a strong grip, Glenn pulled Darrel closer as the two continue to

Kiss. Darrel's head leaning forward. Then quickly Glenn broke the kiss and as Darrel opened his eyes, his vision was quickly darkened as his head slid into Glenn's mouth. Darrel instinctively reached up trying

to pry his head out of Glenn's mouth unsure and unbelieving what was currently happening. Glenn dropped the beer to the floor as he grabbed Darrel's hands and worked them between his lips and fighting

the arms, managed to slide them in to his throat. With a gulp, Glenn's throat muscle latched to Darrel's hands and forearms and pulled the redneck in deeper. Darrel's wifebeater covered chest was now on Glenn's

tongue as his head and thick arms were well trapped in his throat. Darrel tried to fight and struggle but the throat constricted around him, as the muscles worked again pulling him in more. Glenn hungrily

worked Darrel's belly into his mouth and had his lips around Darrel's waist. Darrel's legs kicked like crazy, finding his target but not doing much to deter what was happening. Another gulp and Darrel's denim covered ass and crotch were now in Glenn's mouth. Glenn was savoring the struggles. The man was strong, but not the strongest he had ever swallowed. Glenn's throat hugged Darrel's torso tightly, drawing him in deeper. Another gulp and his legs were pulled in.

Glenn looked at the black leather boots and placing his hands one them, gave one more huge gulp and shove, forcing Darrel completely inside of him. He closed his mouth and held Darrel there for a bit, trapped

with his head and chest in Glenn's stomach, his belly and legs in his throat and feet in his mouth. Darrel wriggled around but the muscles held him tightly. With one last gulp, Glenn swallowed Darrel down, his

entire body now trapped in his beer gut which filled out with the additional mass. Glenn patted his belly and leaned down picking up the beer he dropped, cracking the can he drank it down. The beer poured down on to Darrel as he struggled inside his fleshy prison.

Glenn sat down on the couch as he waited for John. Darrel was struggling hard in his belly but Glenn just let out a belch. He wasn’t concerned. This was just the appetizer and plus, no one has ever come back up, once he had them inside. The back door opened again and the doublewide filled with the succulent smell of turkey. John came into the room, the 16lb turkey on a serving platter. He placed it on the table and turned to his guest. “Turkey is done, everything else is in the oven being warmed. Should be ready to eat soon,” John said, then looking around, “Where did Darrel go off to?”

Glenn got up and replied, “He had to go to the men’s room.”

Glenn followed John into the kitchen helping to get all the food set out on the table. Glenn was impressed. Not only the fried turkey but there was sage dressing, a huge pot of mashed potatoes, squash, green bean casserole, bread rolls (hmmm, those were bought), and two pumpkin pies. With all the food on the table, John looked down the hall to toward the bathroom, “Will ya hurry it up Darrel, dinner is going to get cold.” John called.

Glenn grinned as Darrel jumped at the sound of his lover’s voice and was struggling anew. Glenn walked up behind John and before he could do anything, took John’s entire head into his mouth. Confused, John tried to turn around but Glenn had grabbed him tightly. Leaning forward Glenn pushed John’s furry head to the back of his throat and gave a hard swallow. John’s chest was pulled into his mouth as his head and neck were gripped tightly by Glenn’s throat muscles. Panic filled John as he fought to try to free himself. Glenn continued to lean forward taking more of his buddy into his mouth. John’s chest securely held by his throat and his hips in his mouth, Glenn stood back to his height and leaning his head back gave a few quick gulps. With each gulp and the help of gravity, John quickly disappeared into Glenn’s mouth. Glenn always savored that last gulp, feeling it all through his body, his muscles instinctively flex and pulled as he swallowed. John’s entire body slid through his throat as he joined Darrel in Glenn’s belly. Glenn looked down as he watched his belly expand to make room for his second appetizer. He laughed as he felt the two men struggling and the realization that both were inside of him and trapped. Looking over at the dinner on the table, he started grabbing handfuls of food and swallowing it down. It didn’t take long for him to devour the entire Thanksgiving dinner that John and Darrel had prepared. Saving the turkey for last he grabbed the bird and easily shoved it completely into his mouth and gave a swallow. Looking around Glenn smiled. What a great start to the day he thought to himself as he rubbed his big gut and left their place. Time to get over to Greg’s, Glenn thought to himself as he gulped down some air, making sure to keep his meal alive and struggling.

The drive to Greg’s took longer than Glenn had planned. He was sure it was only a half hour drive but was actually an hour, putting him late for being at Greg’s place. Then again Glenn thought to himself as he stroked his cock, you boys in the belly didn’t help matters by struggling and managing to get me so worked up I shot in my pants. Glenn laughed as he ran a hand over his belly. John and Darrel were both for the most part gone, nothing more than meat now as Glenn’s body worked to digest them. He always tried to keep them alive as long as possible but there just comes a point where he can’t keep enough air in there for them, or the acid gets them. Glenn’s dick started to get hard again as he thought about his meals being digested and about his next part of the meal. Glenn had been wanting Greg in his belly ever since he met him. Greg was one of those perfect men physically. His eyes were dark and passionate yet mysterious, drawing you in. He always had a 5 o’clock shadow where his goatee wasn’t. His skin was a light brown and he was muscled almost better than any bodybuilder, balanced between solid muscles yet not disgustingly huge or misshapen. He always turned the heads of those who saw him. Course due to his profession, most preferred they didn’t see him. Damn though, he does look great in that cop uniform for the motorcycle units Glenn thought to himself. The uniform accented his body perfectly showing all his curves and bulges. First time he met Greg was when he was in uniform. Pulled me over for speeding, Glenn thought, if only he had known that a homicide had taken place also. Course the body of the hitchhiker that was in his belly would never be found. With no hard feelings, turned out Greg was a great friend if a bit of an ass to those who wanted him. Well, Glenn thought, time to do what I have been longing for. Glenn patted his belly as he pulled down the lane toward Greg’s farmhouse.

As Glenn walked toward the house, he could he raucous talking coming from inside. Knocking at the door he was greeted by Greg who already looked like he had enjoyed a few beers. Glenn smiled as he entered. The smell of turkey and beer filled the room. Greg slapped Glenn on the back and handed him a beer. “Let me introduce ya to the others, this here is my older brother Doug and my Dad Paul.” Greg stammered.

Glenn’s smile widened as he greeted the two. Greg was a looker for sure but Doug matched just as much and they both obviously got their looks from their dad. Glenn’s belly whined in anticipation. Sitting down next to Paul, Glenn joined in the festivities. “Now that were all here, suppose it’s time to eat” Greg announced.

“Catered in from the local supermarket I suppose. Fuck boy, can’t believe both my sons are fucking single” Paul bellowed.

“Fuck Dad, you’re one to talk, you and mom have been divorced for years” Doug countered.

“Ha, your mom just couldn’t handle having a sheriff as a husband” Paul defended.

Greg burst out laughing, “Yeah right, let’s face it dad, we all got your looks but we also got your temper and attitude.”

“Shit boy, you should be happy you got all that. Does me proud that both my boys are police officers, to bad you boy’s have yet to have some kids to pass it along these fine traits” Paul stammered.

Glenn’s dick was so hard and his stomach was aching. Not only were these guys hot but Glenn always loved the idea of snuffing a family tree. The idea that the entire line ends up as nothing more than part of his big belly always drove him wild.

It didn’t take long for the four men to decimate the meal. Glenn discovered that all three men were bikers, all had been married, multiple times but all divorced. Glenn also could see why as the tempers often flared and the booze they drank only fueled the fires. Finally they got up from the table and moved over to the living room. Greg turned the tv on to the football game as the men all took a seat and patted their full bellies.

“Damn boy,” Paul stated to Glenn, “you sure put the food away. Looks like you have a horse in that gut of yours.”

“Dad!” Greg shouted in embarrassment.

Glenn just smiled and answered, “you’d be surprised what can end up in my belly.”

Paul laughed and Glenn looked Paul over. He was a strong man, about 235lbs of solid muscle with a nice black and gray goatee. Glenn then said, “I bet I could fit you in.”

Paul started laughing harder, “Fuck boy, like you could actually stuff me into your gut there. You may be big, but no one is able to do that.”

Glenn smiling but with a serious glint in his eye looked at Paul, “want to bet on that?”

Paul looked back and still laughing, “you’re on fat boy.”

Greg and Doug watched as Glenn went over to the recliner that their dad was sitting in. Getting down on his knees he took Paul’s booted ankles into his hands and lifted his legs up toward his face. Paul watched but kept chuckling as his boots came up to Glenn’s face, practically covering them. “Good luck boy, those are 15EEE boots.”

Glenn slowly started to open his mouth and took the toes of the boots into his mouth. Paul watched as Glenn worked the entire foot of the boots into his mouth. “Damn boy.”

Glenn swallowed, pulling the booted feet into this throat, sliding his mouth up around Paul’s legs. Paul had stopped laughing and was starting to look concerned. Greg and Doug also were watching eyes open and dumbfounded. Glenn quickly swallowed and gulped hard pulling Paul’s legs completely into his mouth and shifting his weight, pulled Paul from the chair so he was actually standing in Glenn’s body. His feet were in the stomach and he could feel the thick goop from previous meals. “Ok Glenn, you win. I don’t doubt you could get me in your belly.” Paul said with some fear in his voice.

Glenn looked up at Paul, a gleam of hunger in his eyes and Paul knew there was no stopping him with reason. Paul tried to move but Glenn swallowed hard, his throat muscles pulling and dragging Paul in, his knees sliding into the stomach and buckling under the pressure. Doug and Greg ran over and grabbed and pulled at their father. Glenn couldn’t believe how easy this was going to be and grabbed the two sons and pressed them against their dad. Grunting he opened his mouth wide and pulled Paul’s abs and chest into his mouth, as well as both son’s heads and shoulders. All three men were struggling but Glenn held the son’s tightly. Another gulp and Paul’s head was pulled into Glenn’s mouth as were the torsos of his two boys. Paul could see their legs kicking as they all tried to strain against the throat muscles. Glenn was in ecstasy. Three men all struggling in his mouth and throat, three hot, sexy men, the last of their line, all headed to his belly.

Glenn greedily grabbed at the four booted feet still outside his mouth and pushed them toward him. As he pushed he continued gulping, his hunger to have all three men inside him was insatiable. With a few last gulps, their boots finally entered his mouth. He felt them fighting and struggling, dad completely now in his belly, his boys both in his throat. Three grown men all fighting for escape. Glenn started shooting another load of cum. He gulped and swallowed pulling the four boots into his throat and down into his belly as he continued to shoot his load, feeling his rubber pants actually filling up with his cum. Glenn stood up and turned around falling into the recliner. The poor chair cracking under his weight smashed and broke. Glenn laughed as he lands on the floor, his belly stretching as the men struggle inside. He can hear their screams. He also relishes in feeling his hot cum slime all over his crotch and ass. He laid back and moaned in pleasure. Nothing could describe the pleasure he was feeling at that moment. His cock had gotten hard again and to his pleasure he started to shoot another load.

Glenn woke up with a start. His belly was still quite large but was not longer struggling. He looked around, trying to find a clock. Glenn rocked to his side and got up, his huge belly before him. He waddled toward the kitchen and the door he came in. Looking at the microwave, Glenn curses. There was no way to get to Bub’s by 6:00. Glenn hurried out to his truck and worked himself in. Grabbing his cell phone he pulled up Bub’s number. “Hey Bub!...How’s it going?....yeah, doing good here, hey man, I’m going to be about an hour late, don’t wait up on my part…I’ll see you there…Damn man, sounds like you are feeding an army, how many are going to be there?...Dang, yeah 7 people is a lot to cook for, see you in a bit”

Glenn’s mouth watered the entire drive to Bub’s place. Bub was an unusual boss. He still believed of taking care of his employees. Running a small construction business, he would often have his employees over for parties and to go hunting, all in all he was a great guy. Glenn grinned, and a big guy he was also.

Glenn got to Bub’s place finally. Looking around he saw a mix of Harleys and pickups. Glenn moved toward the back of the house. He figured he would sneak in the back door. To his fortune the back door was unlocked. Glenn entered the house. He could he moaning coming from somewhere. He also noticed that all the food was devoured, with bones, scraps, crushed beer cans, empty pans and dirty plates all over the place. Glenn went into the living room but still couldn’t find anyone. Damn, Glenn thought to himself, I hope I didn’t miss the party. His belly whined in agreement. After searching the entire main floor and upstairs he figured the moaning had to be coming from the basement. He walked down the stairs and saw that the lights were indeed on. Looking around he saw that there was a door. Opening the door and peering in, his mouth dropped. Bub had a full S&M dungeon. Black leather, plastic and rubber all over the room, with all kinds of assorted bondage toys, torture tools, and sex toys. Though what really caught Glenn’s eye was Bub in the middle of the room naked, with arms stretched out of his mouth and sitting back on legs that were coming out of his ass. Glenn looked around and saw one last guess tied up with a ball gag in his mouth. He was a big brute of a man, struggling against the plastic wrap that was holding him prisoner. Bub soon was sitting on the floor as he gulped pulling the arms into his mouth and back into his throat and to his belly. He stood up, his huge belly, like a mountain before him. Leaning forward, he reached around and shoved the feet up into his ass. Bub moaned in pleasure and rubs his ass cheeks and huge gut. He walked over to the corner where his last guest was trapped. “Well, looks like the party is almost over, at least for you.”

With that, Bub laid the guy on the ground and sat on his feet. The guy tried to scream as he felt Bub’s hot ass swallow his feet. His eyes darted around the room as he struggled against the wrap. Bub groaned and wiggled his ass, a loud slurp rang through the room as the man was pulled up to his knees. Glenn walked in behind Bub. The man seeing Glenn struggled but that only caused Bub to moan even more and pulled the man in deeper, up to his waist. Glenn got down, laying on his belly and slowly lifted the man up, opening his mouth, he took the hairy man’s head in. The guy struggled all the more as he slide deeper into mouth men. Glenn eased his way forward getting closer and closer to Bub’s big ass. Stretching his mouth as wide as he could he grabbed Bub around the waist and pulled his ass into his mouth. Glenn groaned in pain as he pulled and worked to stretch his mouth wide enough. Bub realizing what was going on tried to pull out of Glenn’s grip. Tears streamed down Glenn’s eyes as he held tight and pulled Bub’s ass into his mouth and into his throat, he continued stretching as he worked his way trying to fold him up as much as possible but Bub’s big belly was making it extremely difficult. Bub tried to wiggle and get out of his predicament but the two men seemed quite locked in. Glenn knew he couldn’t stop. He had to get Bub in his gut or else he may find himself in Bub’s belly instead. He grunted and swallowed, pulling more of Bub in. His face was turning bright red with the effort. Bub was trying his hardest to straighten up and see if he could pop himself out of his attacker’s mouth. Glenn growled, he had to make a move. He looked at the fat man bent in half in his mouth. Reaching up, he grabbed Bub’s shoulders and started pushing them down. He relaxed this mouth and throat, as the pushed with all his might. As Bub pushed to straighten his body again, Glenn acted, letting Bub’s body slide out as he fell back into Glenn’s mouth, his head sliding into the throat. Glenn quickly grabbed Bub’s belly and started stuffing it into his mouth. He could feel the men struggling under the fat. With each gulp Glenn pushed and crammed more of Bub into his mouth. He managed to get Bub’s huge belly and ass into his throat and with a few last gulps the rest of Bub followed, filling up his belly. Glenn sat back as his huge meal filled his belly out. He could barely move. Glenn rubbed his belly as he felt Bub fighting to escape. Glenn let out a huge belch. “Damn Bub, you tasted great. Thanks for the dinner.” Bub struggled causing Glenn to get hard again. Soon Glenn was spraying the inside of his rubber pants with more thick cum. Yawning Glenn closed his eyes for a short nap.

Glenn smiled as he rubbed his belly, still stuffed with all the food and his friends. Yep, another great Thanksgiving he thought to himself, and no one to worry about for Christmas shopping. Hmmmmm, wonder if the shelter is needing volunteers to help with the homeless meals again this year…

The End