Eric and Jay
By: Pi-Zero

It had been another long day at work and I was mentally exhausted and totally stressed. Finally done with the days experiments, I headed down to the school gym to get some of the stress out and let my brain rewind. I ran the treadmill for about half an hour, but it simply wasn’t doing it. I was way too wired. The only way to get rid of this kind of stress was to hit the iron. So I headed back through the locker room towards the weight room. Before I could get there, I heard some grunting. Crap, I thought, some of the med students must be lifting. I hated lifting with the med students, they all gave me weird looks like I didn’t belong there, despite it being a combined gym with the graduate school. And sure, I did some weird exercises, but I was as jacked as almost any of them theses days, so they worked well enough!

Before I could even finish rolling my eyes though, I heard the grunting change timbre. There was a loud thud, some cursing and then more grunting, louder, and not the same as before. This sounded less like lifting, and more like… sex? But who the hell would be having sex in our weight room?

My curiosity piqued, I moved quietly towards the entryway and looked around the corner. To my surprise, there were two guys from the class above mine, graduate students, in there, not med students. The smaller of them, Eric, was doing most of the grunting I could hear. That’s because the bigger guy, Jay, had his head stuck up Eric’s tight little ass and so was rather muffled, though now that I was closer I could definitely hear his protests. He wasn’t scared either, he was pissed.

Now this was just about the last thing I expected to see when I looked around the corner for a couple reasons. Firstly, Eric is even shorter than me at about 5’3” a pretty small guy. He had a very tight little body, but hardly huge. Secondly, Jay was probably 6’4” and built like a football player. No gut, but broad broad shoulders and very well put together. As if all that wasn’t enough, the huge Jay up your ASS? You’d have to be a hell of a lot bigger than he is or really fast to take him that way. Jay is not the sort of kid you mess with, he’s got the killer look in his eye. Eric is a scrapper, but there’s no way I’d bet on him in this fight.

I’m impressed that Eric’s managed to cram Jay’s head up there. That must have been the grunting and thudding. Jay fell, accidentally or helped along, and Eric seized the moment. But sure enough, he wasn’t moving any further. With Jay lying back as he was, Eric didn’t have the angle to push down on his victim, and his ass wasn’t near strong enough to drag the bigger man in.

Frustrated, Eric threw his head back, groaning again, and saw me. “Shit man… dude… help a guy out? Just give the big fucker a shove, will ya? Just help me with the shoulders man, not much to ask, right? Promise I’ll never set my sights on you, man? C’mon!”

I almost laughed, but bit my tongue; there was no way Eric ever could have taken me, even by surprise. He was a fighter, but he didn’t have the killer instinct, and I was bigger. No, if he was going to bite off more than he could chew, that was his business and I wouldn’t interfere. So I didn’t say anything, just hung back at the back of the room, away from the two men.

Trying to get help from me, Eric had grown distracted and didn’t pay enough attention to keeping Jay at a disadvantage. The big man managed to get his arms up and planted them on Eric’s distended cheeks. His forearms bulged and his fingers sunk deep into the muscular meat of Eric’s ass.

Eric’s eyes widened, “Shit! Fuck, help!” And he clenched his ass, but Jay was far too strong for him and easily forced the smaller man upwards, pushing him up and off his head in a military press.

Jay’s short black hair was slick, and his eyes burned, “You are SO fucking dead, you little SHIT. Almost four fucking years I’ve worked out with you, resisting the urge to just waste your cocky little attitude. And then you go and you fucking pull this fucking shit? FUCK that, man. You think you can fucking take me up your fucking ass? You’re barely even a fucking MOUTHFUL!”

I saw Eric’s eyes widen and almost laughed again. The stupid fuck hadn’t even realized Jay was a swallower? The flaming idiot! He probably thought he was the only one or something. Dude, you could tell Jay was a swallower from a fucking mile away! He started to struggle, but it was too late, Jay had already shifted his huge hands so they wrapped around Eric’s runner’s thighs and around his back. Eric was folded in half like a fucking taco, and there wasn’t much struggling to be done!

Jay just chuckled, arms barely shaking from Eric’s struggles, his eyes burning, “Barely a fucking mouthful.” And with that he yawned and crammed Eric’s ass completely into his mouth and halfway down his throat. I had to admit it was pretty impressive. One gulp and he already had his lips almost to Eric’s knees and halfway up his back!

Eric whimpered, barely able to move, barely able even to breathe, “Dude… help me… please? C’mon, us little guys have to stick together, right? Help a bro out?”

I smiled and shrugged, who was I to try to deny a swallower in full mode a meal I wasn’t involved in? That would be like suicide, and I had no intention of dying.

Jay’s eyes flashed to me. He hadn’t seen me before, his head up Eric’s ass and then distracted by his incipient meal. His eyes locked on mine, registering conflicting emotions. It was obvious he was annoyed that someone was there who probably saw his head up another guy’s ass, but he was also worried. I could easily run now and probably have someone back here before Jay was done.

I just looked at him and shrugged, grabbing my crotch. I wouldn’t interfere with his meal, I was just going to enjoy it.

Satisfied, Jay grabbed Eric’s knees and gulped, stuffing the now crying man deeper into his hungry maw. Eric’s body and thighs were completely gone now, bulging out Jay’s beautifully muscular throat.

Eric kept begging, both me and Jay as Jay put his hands on his meal’s tousled brown hair and pushed, literally shoving Eric’s head into his mouth. Jay grinned at me around Eric’s kicking lower legs and swallowed, groaning in pleasure as his former friend and workout buddy was dragged down to his stomach, pressing out his tightly rippled abs. You could see Eric squirming in there, though it was clear Jay’s gut would soon overpower the smaller man. I could hear him too, muffled cries for help and mercy.

I rolled my eyes, “Dumbass. Who the hell is stupid enough to try shit like that?”

Jay smiled and jabbed his squirming gut, “This soon-to-be turd, apparently. You certainly didn’t seem surprised by any of this…” He cocked his head at me.

I shook my head ruefully, “Surprised? That you’re a swallower? Please, I knew the first time I saw you from ACROSS THE STREET! Eric has to be the only one in the universe who wouldn’t have known it instantly. But boy was he surprised. You should have seen the look on his face!”

Jay belched and grinned toothily, “More the worse for him, I guess. Would have eaten him years ago if I’d known he would try something stupid like that. And now my head smells like ass… literally.” He chuckled and belched again.

I could see Eric’s struggles were lessening, and Jay’s face told me that the very beginnings of digestion were setting in. The testosterone high from sucking down a dude is an interesting and dangerous thing. In the midst of a meal, it can drive us to incredible feats of strength. But the post meal high is a dangerous thing. It makes you cocky, feeling invincible, undefeatable. Jay was hitting his high.

“Damn, you sure took him down fast, Jay. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone go that fast. What was it, four slurps and he was slithering down?” I looked at him admiringly.

Jay’s eyes were half closed now, as he stroked the weakly squirming bulge in his gut, “Yeah, it was pretty impressive wasn’t it? I like to enjoy my meals, but there’s something pretty damn hot about just cramming a guy down like that, don’t you think?” I could see he was sporting a hardon under his workout shorts.

“Damn right there is, and you sure as fuck crammed him down.” I slowly moved around behind him and gently put my hands on his shoulders, massaging lightly, “That was one of the hottest, manliest things I have seen in a long time. Your arms barely even budged when you had him over your head!”

Jay grinned lazily, sighing as I massaged his shoulders, “Damn right. I’m the fucking top of the food chain. Who the hell did he think he was, trying to stuff me up his ass? He couldn’t even take my shoulders, dude!” He leaned back into the massage.

I smiled, “Yeah, that was pretty fucking stupid. I mean, everyone knows you don’t try to shove a guy that much bigger up your ass, it’s just dumb. You take a bigger guy with your mouth, it’s faster and more flexible.” I worked my mouth a moment, “And no one gets to eat you…” Jay laughed, “Damn right, bro, top of the fucking food chain!”

My eyes twinkled, “You didn’t let me finish, Jay. No one gets to eat you… but me.” I lunged, yawning wide as I did and cramming my mouth down over his head in an instant. Before he could respond to my audacity, I forced my mouth open even wider and used my weight, above him thankfully to force myself down further, stretching my jaw wide, wider, impossibly wide over his broad, muscular shoulders.

As I had made lunged, my hands slid down Jays arms, pulling them, still slack, behind his back where I could pin them for the critical seconds. Jay, realizing what I was doing, thrashed and tried to get up. But I had his arms at an awkward angle, and I was much stronger than Eric had been. I could keep his arms down for at least a short while. My angle was better to, so when Jay tried to force his way up, he only crammed another inch of his shoulders and chest into my mouth.

My jaw was screaming, but I wasn’t about to stop. That would have been tantamount to suicide, not to mention I never stopped something once I started it. Jay’s head was already well into my throat as I managed to cram myself down over his chest, finally effectively pinning his arms. Now, it was only a matter of time and persistence, Jay was mine.

Jay, of course, did not agree with my analysis of the situation, and was squirming and fighting wildly. Though he likely would believed it a forgone conclusion had he been in my position. To be fair, I would have done the same in his shoes.

Despite my confidence that I would indeed cram Jay into my gut, it was a lot of work. Jay was a big man, and he certainly wasn’t making my life easy as I pushed myself further down, swallowing hard around his head which thrashed in my neck and forcing his chest entirely into my mouth.

Here I ran into more difficulty. As if Jay wasn’t big enough to begin with, his stomach was bulging with a still struggling Eric, who promptly kicked my in the nose, though it couldn’t have been aimed. In response, I wrapped my hands around Jay’s middle, squeezed, and pulled, dragging Jay into my by pure force, stretching my mouth around Eric’s body within.

Eric must have felt the change, because he started to fight more, though he had to be running out of air. I could feel him squirming against the top of my mouth and then my throat as I gulped again, managing to cram Jay in to his waist.

I pushed forwards, mashing Jay’s feet against one of the weight benches to get the leverage to push his ass into my mouth as I dragged his shorts off with one hand. No sense in eating those when there was so much delicious meat to be had.

Jay’s ass tasted as delicious as I had ever dreamed it would. Full of the incredible flavor of man, muscular from all the men he had eaten and stuffed up there. I let my tongue linger on it for a while, relishing Jay’s increased flailing. My mouth watered.

Jay’s hardon, freed from it’s prison, pressed up against my nose. I forced it down, and gulped again, pulling with my arms and pushing him against the bench as I felt his upper body start to curl in my gut. He tried to fight it, but there wasn’t much he could do as the walls of my gut were slick and flexible.

Finally I managed to take his butt and groin completely into me. With a grunt I lifted Jay’s legs over my head and kept feeding them in, groaning with effort as I gulped and swallowed, ever so slowly forcing him deeper into my stretched body, his beautiful legs, lacrosse player’s kicking futilely, angrily.

As I said, it was a forgone conclusion. Jay, I was not, but 20 minutes after I had watched him take Eric with ease, Jay was a much larger squirming lump in my rather distended gut. And Eric was a smaller lump inside that. It was a sexy thought, not only had I eaten one of the biggest, hottest, most dominant men on campus, but I had eaten him along with a hot little number inside him!

I lay, savoring the incredible fullness and squirming inside me, gradually belching the air away before slowly dragging myself home to digest the incredible meal I’d just eaten, grinning the whole way.

The End