The Last Straw
By: Pi-Zero
Charlie turned away from the board to the sound of footsteps
behind him. He sighed, it was Sam, the football coach. Sam was young,
only about 27, but still older than Charlie's own 23. He was also
tall and very built, a quality quarterback who had kept in shape
after college. He out-topped Charlie by almost six inches, and though
Charlie was well built, his was a lithe gymnast/diver's body, not
built for running into things. He yelled back over his
shoulder, "Three ops, three each, both boards, let's get through this
guys!" The team, watching him, turned quickly back to the boards and
went back to diving.
Sam chuckled, "Not bad Charlie, you've got them trained
pretty well. Someday you might even be a real sport."
Charlie bristled but chose not to rise to the bait, for bait it was.
Sam loved to tease all the `lesser' sports, but diving especially, as
it existed under the umbrella of swimming and there wasn't much
Charlie could do in response, not being a head coach himself.
"What do you want, Sam?" Charlie growled.
"Hey, take it easy, small fry, I'm just coming to tell you we're
going to need the pool tomorrow for a cardio workout." Sam replied
casually.
Now, Charlie bit, "Oh, that's too bad. You can work in the shallow
end as long as you aren't noisy. But we have practice tomorrow night.
We've got a big meet this weekend." He responded sweetly.
Sam grunted, "Not good enough, Charlie. We need the pool, I've
already cleared it with Skip."
Fuck. Skip was the head swim coach, and though an excellent coach and
wonderful man, he was a wuss, especially when it came to Sam. But
Skip had the authority to give the pool out from under Charlie and
his boys. Charlie was pissed.
"That's the third time this term you've gone over my head and pulled
the pool out from under us you flipping jackass! You KNOW we practice
at this time." Charlie growled.
Sam laughed, "I only came as a courtesy, Chuck. You've got to get
used moving aside for us real men in real sports, kid."
Charlie's eyes flashed, "That's IT. You are DONE. Now." He turned and
called over his shoulder again, "Scott, Matt! Get over here."
Sam's brow wrinkled, as the two young Speedo-clad men came running
over, quickly drying off with their Sammies, "What do you need them
for? You think you need protection or something?"
Charlie just smiled, "No Sam, me and the boys are going to teach you
our special team dive."
Sam laughed as Scott and Matt grabbed his arms, "You're going to
throw me in the pool? How mature of you Charlie."
Charlie's eyes flashed, "No Sam, not the pool. Have you ever noticed
how well our team works together? How all the other "real sports"
respect us? We work as a team, Sam, and anyone who works with us
better learn to work as part of that team. People who don't… BECOME
part of the team."
Sam rolled his eyes, "What the fuck does this have to do with me.
Tell your pussy-ass Nancy-boys to let me go now and I'll forget this.
Otherwise, the head of Athletics is gonna hear about it and you are
gonna be so fired."
Charlie grinned, "You interact with this team, Sam. But you're not
being a team player. That means, you have to become part of it."
Sam growled, struggling against the two well built young
divers, "What the fuck are you talking about you freak?"
Charlie laughed, "You don't get laid much do you, Sam?"
Sam gasped, "WHAT?!?"
Charlie continued, "If you did, you'd know when you're fucked. And
Sam, you're fucked with a capital `F.' The dive, boys."
Scott and Matt held Sam's arms spread eagle as Charlie stepped so
close that Sam could feel the heat radiating off his body and smell
his harsh breath. Before Sam could react, Charlie grabbed his shirt
in two fists and ripped it off him, right down the middle.
He whispered in Sam's ear, "I'm really going to enjoy this."
Sam struggled violently, "What are you going to do? The college is
going to hear about this! You can't do this to a man! I've got a
girlfriend!"
Charlie rolled his eyes, "It's always about sex, isn't it? I swear,
you straight men worry about your assholes more than any gay man! No,
you idiot, I'm not going to rape you."
Sam looked at him confusedly, "Then what? You can't be –"
Charlie cut him off with a huge, reeking belch into his face. But it
wasn't the belch itself that stopped his mouth (even though it
smelled like the locker rooms, ass, and chlorine). Though the stench
was a compelling reason, Sam stopped because when Charlie belched,
there was a popping. The popping was his jaw continuing to open, way
past where it should have been impossible to open.
Sam's eyes opened wide with fear and his struggles renewed and
redoubled, but he was held fast. Charlie gripped Sam's head and
pulled it forwards until with a
Here Charlie stopped for a moment. Slowly, Sam calmed down. Charlie
obviously wanted Sam to think he was going to be eaten, but as
ridiculous – and disgusting – as this was, there was no way even with
Charlie's extended mouth that he could fit the taller man into
himself, especially with his shoulders which were broader than
Charlie's own. Charlie was just trying to scare him. Well it wasn't
going to work.
Sam's ears popped as a strange pulling feeling surrounded his head.
He felt his hair grow damp, and Charlie's tongue squirmed under his
face. This went on for a good two minutes. Then, without warning, Sam
felt his head pushed deeper into Charlie's mouth, until the top of
his head began to press open the entry to Charlie's throat. Here it
was, Charlie was trying to scare him before letting him out. He was
going to beat the shit out of the stupid kid.
But suddenly, Sam wasn't so sure of himself any more. He wasn't
really moving forwards any more, but he could feel a warm wetness
slowly spreading across his shoulders and he could feel Charlie's
head rocking back and forth slowly working his width into himself.
Simultaneously he felt the warmth of Charlie's mouth slip over the
edges of his shoulders and a cold, tight, wetness surround the top of
his head as it was pushed into Charlie's throat.
Oh shit, Sam realized. Charlie wasn't trying to scare me at all! He
was just TASTING me! He really thinks he can do this! That's what he
meant by `becoming part of the team!' He started to struggle, but
Charlie's team members were still holding him tightly. His entire
head thrummed as he half heard half felt Charlie chuckle, obviously
guessing his revelation.
Sam could feel his arms pressed to his sides by the boys as a
rippling contraction gripped his head and pulled him into Charlie's
throat. He tried to scream, but it was muffled by the flesh around
him and the tightness around his chest. But Charlie had known,
because he chuckled again. Two bands of pressure were added to his
arms, Charlie must have gripped him, and the hands of the divers
shifted downwards. Oh no! They were stripping off his pants… and now
his underwear! He didn't shiver because the pool was warm, but it
served to confirm his fear that Charlie really did intend to go
through with this.
He squirmed and fought, hoping the boys weren't holding him as
tightly, but as if to confirm his worst fears, their grips did more
than just hold him. He felt his feet hoisted off the ground as he was
brought up in the air, parallel with the floor. He felt Charlie pull
at him as another contraction pulled him deeper into the diving coach
and the boys pushed him, essentially stuffing him into the smaller
man.
His head was being forced downwards by the angle of Charlie's throat
and now he could smell a horrible stench rising from below. It was
like the dirtiest men's locker-room, old jock straps and football
pads, mingled with chlorine and the distinct smell of male body odor.
He could also hear terrible squelching noises as his width forced
space in Charlie's throat while it contracted.
Another contraction gripped his body and he felt Charlie's lips wrap
around the top of his well defined stomach. His head was pushed up
against a tight ring of muscle that Sam supposed must be the entrance
to Charlie's stomach. His shoulders were now being squeezed by the
strong muscles of Charlie's throat and it was getting harder to
breathe.
Another gulp gripped, accompanied by a good shove from the divers and
his face was forced through the ring and his butt bumped into
Charlie's nose. He could feel his limp dick and balls smacking
Charlie's chin. He could feel Charlie's nose push forward between his
butt cheeks and smell his ass. Eeew, how disgusting!
He could feel Charlie's strong hands grip his butt cheeks to force
him further into his gaping maw, and the boys were still pushing on
his legs as he felt his ass and crotch slide slowly into Charlie. But
he had gained new hope again, for his head had hit the bottom of
Charlie's stomach. He couldn't go any further could he?
Charlie seemed to be having difficulty. With Sam only half down his
gullet there wasn't much more space. Sam braced his head against the
wall of Charlie's stomach, promising to fight to the end. For the
moment, it seemed, Charlie was content to taste Sam's crotch. His
tongue flicked up and teased the underside of Sam's balls before
buckling to form a groove in which Sam's cock rested. Then it began
to shift, back and forth.
The bastard! Sam vowed he wouldn't get hard, he would keep himself in
control. How dare Charlie do this! But there was little he could do.
His arms were pinned to his sides, his hands now completely inside
Charlie's mouth, and there certainly wasn't any room to maneuver! And
Charlie's tongue was forcing him reluctantly to erection. Soon he
could feel his hardness throbbing against Charlie's tongue and
imagined he must be spewing precome all over Charlie's mouth.
But just as he was about to explode, Charlie stopped. Then, as he
began to deflate, it began again. Over and over Sam was brought to
the edge only to be released. Before he could stop himself, he
realized he was humping Charlie's tongue, trying to find release. He
pushed his dick into the hot wetness of Charlie's tongue, trying to
imagine that he was fucking Tricia, his girlfriend.
Disgusted or not, it took him only a minute to explode, all over the
inside of Charlie's mouth. A big glob even forced its way down to
wear Sam's head rested in Charlie's stomach. As a mighty contraction
grabbed him and shoved him downwards as he felt his legs pushed and
pulled inwards he realized his mistake. In his moment of exhaustion
after orgasm, Charlie had forced him in further, bending his neck so
that he was now automatically curling up inside Charlie's stomach.
His ass now rested in the top of Charlie's throat. He felt the boys
holding his legs let go and his body straightened. Charlie must have
hoisted Sam's legs over his head to let gravity aid him. He felt his
middle gripped again and he was forced to curl of further, it was
getting really cramped in here.
But Charlie certainly wasn't going to give up. Sam felt the man grip
his ankles and yank downwards. Sam's legs were stuffed downward into
Charlie's throat leaving only his ankles still able to feel to cooler
air outside. Another push and gulp and the last bit of him left in
the world slipped inside Charlie's mouth.
A few more quick swallows and Sam's legs were forced after the rest
of him into Charlie's distended stomach. He was wadded into a ball
already beginning to feel his muscles cramp. He could hear a soft
thudding above him, Charlie's heart, and squelching noises as he
shifted a little. It was hot, stiflingly so.
Something prodded his butt. He heard a muffled voice, "How'd you
enjoy your first dive, Sam? See, I knew we could come to a suitable
conclusion. Now you'll become a useful part of the team… me." Sam
felt the walls around him shudder and he was squeezed harder even
than he had been, forced into an even smaller ball. He could hear a
belch reverberate through his prison.
He struggled, squirmed, writhed, but it did no good. He felt his air
begin to run thin. He tried to keep his eyes open, not that he could
see anything but a dull redness, but he started to get sleepy. "I'm
going to die." Thought Sam, "I've actually been eaten by this man and
he's going to digest me. Fuck." It struck him as funny that he
couldn't come up with more outrage, he was too tired. Finally, he
gave in and drifted off to sleep.
Charlie, who had gone back to watching the team, smiled as he felt
Sam's struggles in his distended gut fade and vanish. Finally he was
rid of that piece of shit. He grinned at his own pun. Not much of Sam
would be shit actually, his muscle would go to Charlie's own,
strengthening him and driving his perfection. He belched again, this
time just a little one, the last breaths of Sam. He turned to his
team captain, "I'm sorry Danny, I know I promised you the next one,
but this was a long standing personal grudge. You can get the next
one." Danny just grinned, Charlie was always as good as his word. And
how could he begrudge the coach an extra meal when he had both turned
the team into the top diving squad in the region and taught them this
incredible problem disposal trick?