Construction Worker Abs
By: DKINNY
How I arrived here, I have no idea. Well, I have the "idea"
its
basic biology principles, but why I allowed myself to end up in this
situation in the first place is what gets me.
In our medium size, conservative city there had been a dozen or so
single men reported as missing. There was speculation in the gay
community that the missing men were all gay and that this was some
type of prejudice foul play. However, the authorities refused to
confirm anything to the media.
I had promised myself I was going to be so careful this summer. No
online hook-ups, cruising bookstores, or any risky encounters with
strangers. I would just hang out in low key bars with the straight
people even though that meant my chances of getting lucky were slim
to none.
I should of known that the hot construction guys were out of my
league and obviously not interested in me. But who can resist those
construction worker abs? You can tell they are tight, but just
slightly distended. Of course it depends on the guy, his age and of
course his diet. More than likely the guys in this small crew are
str8. They just hang in their tight pack because they are from out of
town. They are only here to do a job and leave. Several times I have
seen them out at the sports bars. I would try to jump in on the
sports conversations at the bar or order them a round of drinks. In
turn, I would get nothing more than a "thanks man" or some
type of
brush off at my attempts to directly start a conversation. When they
were working I would drive by and wave. One of them would be
flagging traffic and would just flag me by without as much as a nod
or a wave in return.
I just wanted the opportunity to get to talk to them more and figure
out their deal. There was some mystery about them that held my
fascination. The 4 of them were very good looking and had tan bodies
they were not shy to show off shirtless, rain or shine at the job
site. One of the construction guys was a bit larger than the other
ones. They were all good size men, but the bigger one had to be at
least 6 inches taller and had more bold and solid features. In all
ways he was bigger and more impressive. From his big-toothed smile,
down to the bulge in his faded jeans. He also had a sexy mid section.
I did however observe that at times it looked bigger than at other
times.
Either alone, or as a group none of them would acknowledge my
existence, or so I thought. The fact was they were interested in my
existence, but only in bringing it to a most humiliating and
degrading end. Just as other guys had to face earlier this summer.
I knew I should not of accepted that last shot at the bar tonight.
It was the first one any of them had ever offered me. It was also
impossible at the time to refuse a ride and take them up on the offer
to crash at the hotel they were staying at only minutes from the bar.
I knew it was time to go get some sleep. Ok, I was drunk and it was
wishful thinking that there could be a different hidden agenda in
having me come back to the hotel. At least different from the one
they had planned and I was unaware of. Maybe a little fun then time
for some sleep. My biggest concern at the time was being hung over
for work. Now I will never be to work again, not any job. My last
job was just done about an hour ago. It was to overfill a greedy
stomach that was not even hungry. Just as a joke if nothing else. It
was like that last piece of pizza when everyone is full."Go
ahead, we
know you CAN eat it" His friends were coaching him on and wanted
to
see the show. He kept saying he wasn't that hungry and
didn't think
his stomach could hold guy meat "tonight". He suggested
maybe doing
me for lunch tomorrow. They could lock me in the back of the work
truck and drive up on a back road for a quick picnic lunch. Leaving
just enough time for a daily visit to the port-a john and then back
to work.
In my drunken stupor, I assumed that maybe I was real lucky and he
was into guys and they were talking about having him eat my cock and
swallow my load. It never crossed my mind that a human being was
capable of swallowing another one alive and whole, just for the hell
of it. I was so mesmerized by this stud I just laughed the whole
thing off and added to the joke. I wanted to do anything I could to
fit in with these guys even if the jokes were at my expense. I fit
in all right, headfirst, about drowning in virtually a case of beer
and a mound of chewed up greasy bar food.
I was playing along with the scenarios on how he could save me for
lunch tomorrow. I didn't mind a little bondage and I could use a
personal day to miss work. I cant think of a more personal use for a
personal day than that? Being locked in the cargo area of some truck
at the construction site just to have sex at lunchtime. That would
impress my friends who think I need to take more adventures in life
and often refered to me as "vanilla". Ha! Suddenly the room became
quiet. I had announced that I was so horny thinking about tomorrow
that I now wanted to take in my mouth all of the meat they had to
offer. I would swallow every drop until my stomach was full of their
juice.
Immediately, the negative comments and insults began. It was even
worse than the time my older brother and his friends discovered me in
my bedroom jacking off to gay porn, only minutes before they outed me
to the whole world.
In a flash the largest guy jumps off from his bed and says "you
are
one sick freak, I told you guys he was a queer, from the minute we
first saw him out, we should of got him weeks ago" The other guys
were still quiet until one spoke up. "Lets just get him out of
the
way now so we can go to bed and not have to deal with him tomorrow at
lunch, well at least 3 of us wont have to" suddenly the guys
broke
into laughter.
The whole process of being attacked by the other 4 men to sliding
down one of their gullets as food only lasted a few minutes. I felt
the other guys ripping off my clothes as the bigger man was dragging
me out of my chair and across the table. He was now in a squatting
position on the floor directly across from my head as my already
naked body was being dragged closer to his face. I caught just a
glimpse of his face before my face was on his tongue being forced
into his warm, beer smelling mouth. His jaw had completely unhinged
and the back of his throat had widened so that the large gaping
tonsils had easily enough gap between them to allow my shoulders to
pass through. I knew there was no denying what was happening to me
now, I was being eaten alive. Some strong hands at my feet were
pushing my naked body from behind. My torso slid across the tabletop
surface as if on a conveyor leading directly into the waiting mouth.
I could feel the lips closing around my neck and the front teeth
biting into my flesh on either side of my neck. I thought for sure
my head was about to be bitten off when suddenly he gulped and the
teeth released. My now saliva soaked hair and face forced its way
past the tonsils and began to slide down the back of the throat. My
only view was a warm dark moist tunnel with a stream of glistening
saliva disappearing into its depths. The same process repeated
itself a few more times, a push at my feet, the teeth biting down,
only by this time my face was lodged deep into the tunnel and a
rhythmic wave of muscles were squeezing and pulling at me trying to
force me into the resulting powerful downward current. My hands were
suddenly released from the strong grip that secured them, only to now
be secured by teeth. I had long given up on swinging my fists
uselessly in the air. A pair of hands was still now securely holding
my feet and lower legs on each one. The same hands were also forcing
the movement of my body closer to the throat between each swallow. I
could faintly hear voices of laughter and chanting. "Go go go you
almost got him down whole, only the hips and legs" The next gulp
confirmed this as I felt the teeth bite into my groin area and ass.
Also at this time my head was pushed up against a muscular ring like
organ. I figured all too soon that this was the entrance to the
stomach. The swallows and resulting movement of my body became
faster and faster and I could no longer feel teeth anymore. The top
of my toes on both feet was scathed by the large perfectly straight
set of lower front teeth on this monster. In one swift movement my
legs and feet were forcefully grabbed by the tunnel and pushed
downward. I thought my neck would break as my head was forced into
the bottom of the pool of beer and muck. Finally the surface flexed
enough to allow my entire body to curl around. My feet were quickly
pushed through the opening as it pinched itself shut with a wet pop
sound. I was now in a fetal like position trying to get my entire
body rotated so that my head was above the liquid levels in the
stomach. At last I could breathe again even though the air quality
was really bad. It was like breathing in a plastic bag. Suddenly
the skinned part of my feet began to burn. I tried to kick and move
to get them out of the liquid but it was no use. I could feel a dull
thud hitting at me from one side. I realized it was a fist and the
guy must be banging on his abs to get my attention. Finally I felt
everything around me move and the liquid levels seemed to shift.
Apparently he was lying down now. At last I was in a position where
my feet and my face were out of the acidic liquid. I knew that this
was just calm before the storm until whatever happens next. Wait,
what does happen next, why am I not panicked?
My mind began to wonder. Its not like he is going to let me out of
here anytime soon, is he? It's unlikely that I get barfed into
the
bathtub, washed off and sent on my way home like this was just a
normal night of drinking with guys? Wait, there is one way out of
here, and it's not in some bathtub. In fact, it's going to be
in that
port a john out at the highway project. The same one I watched him
walk out of and climb on a bulldozer. I was stuck in construction
traffic and got a good look at him with no shirt on when I drove by
on my lunch break today! This just cant be happening, how can he do
this to me? I began to kick again and swing with my fists even
though the range of motion was limited. Suddenly I felt a few good
hard hits again similar but more firm than before. Screw him, why
should I stop causing him minor discomfort when he is set out on
going to sleep and destroying my life, my body and my entire
existence. Just to be turned into a mass of shit that will be
floating around for a few days while other construction guys take
turns adding their waste to the pile. My thoughts of doom were cut
off as the walls of my prison began to convulse. As if a vacuum
cleaner was at the top of the stomach, all of the air rushed over me
and up creating what there was no mistaken a loud belch. I could no
longer breath at all. I became light headed. I began to become aware
of the sounds of the internal workings of the guys body around me. I
could hear the lungs, and the heartbeat muffled, yet close by above
me. I could hear some gurgling below and suddenly right below me I
could feel more of the liquid moving around my one side. I gathered
it was some of the beer leaving the stomach into the intestines.
This, was soon followed by another familiar male sound as gas was
exiting the lower end of the digestive tract. I could faintly hear
some yelling and feel some rocking of his entire body. He was
laughing. It just wasn't fair he was ready to go to sleep in a
nice
comfortable bed, laughing with his best friends in a juvenile manner
over his body functions while I am suffering.
Here I am only inches from the hottest set of abs I have laid eyes on
in a long time. Only problem is that I am on the wrong side of
them. I would of given anything to of been in this bed licking and
rubbing my face up against that sexy hair trail that leads from his
navel to his pubes. Now I am seconds from dying and only hours from
being digested mush. The only trail for me tonight is the zigzag of
his insides that leads from the stomach to the asshole.
The next day life went on pretty much as normal for most people. Of
course I was no longer a part of it. There was a brief article in the
newspaper about some missing young men and how the police are
starting to find some similarities amongst the subjects. After the
men have been missing all summer, the odds are slim that any of these
guys will turn up. "Ya, they are turning up all right, just have
to
know where to look!" A shirtless muscular construction worker
comments on the article out loud to himself as he sets down the
newspaper and reaches for toilet paper. A few minutes later he is
observed exiting a port-a -john wearing sunglasses. He climbs on a
bulldozer to resume his work for the day. The flagman allows the
line of stopped cars to pass by. A guy in one of the cars thinks to
himself, wow, look at that. I want a better look at him. A few nights
later he does get a better look, of the inside of his mouth. It was
not the view he expected.
The End