Hunting Weekend
By: Giantguy
“Jack Daniels – two shots coming up.” Harry slammed two
glasses down on the rough table, and started to pour.
Alex was a little surprised when Harry asked him to go
hunting for the weekend. Yeah, they worked at the same
plant, but were never exactly close pals there- but Harry’s
description of a weekend relaxing up in the woods sounded
great.
Harry slammed his shot back. “Good place, huh? I keep this
cabin up here just for weekends. Gotta get away from
everything sometimes, buddy.” Harry slapped the younger man
on the back. “Guess I’ve been kinda tough on you around
work.”
The slap was good and solid – Harry was substantially bigger
than Alex, his body hardened by years as a machinist.
Alex downed his own shot and gave half a smile. “Yeah- but I
guess you're OK after all.”
Harry went on in his gruff voice. “Just gotta realize I've
been working there in the body shop a long time, then they
bring in some manager to breathe down my neck. So no hard
feelings buddy, right?”
Alex stretched his feet out, leaning back in his rickety
chair, kicked back with his glass in his hand, wearing just
his thermal underwear. “No problem.”
Harry reached for the bottle, pouring another shot. He undid
a few buttons of his workshirt, and pulled it off. “You want
a beer chaser?”
Alex looked him up and down, hoping he didn't notice. Harry
cracked a beer and downed it in one gulp. Alex tried to look
casual.
“Sure, pass me one.”
Harry slid one across the table, belching long and loud.
Alex popped it open and took a swig.
Harry reached for another. “Damn, this brew is good...
course it’s getting me kind of a gut.” He slapped his beer
belly, jutting out firm and hard.
Alex looked at the thick dark swirls of hair on his gut. He
chuckled. "Some guys wear it well."
Harry rubbed one hand down his gut, loosening his belt a
little. “What can I tell ya man, I love to eat ... a lot.
When I'm out here hunting, I don't eat till I catch
something... then I go for as much as I can swallow.”
“Well, I kinda noticed- there in the cafeteria at work- I
mean, damn! Where do you put it all?”
“All goes in my gut man... always win the eating contest at
the union bowling championships...”
“Some of it seems to go to muscle, though.” The younger
man's eyes traced over Harry’s arms.
Harry took another swig. “Working with my hands all day, I
burn off a lot ...” He flexed one bicep... almost bowling
ball sized.
“Damn, man,” Alex muttered. “Remind me not to arm wrestle
with you.” He drained his beer.
“Have another brew, buddy... hell, the guys all been saying
you’re just another asshole manager, but I told 'em I'd find
out what you're made of... doing good so far...”
Harry popped two more beers open, pouring them both into his
mouth at once, gulping them down.
Alex opens another, looking uncomfortable. "Someone's got to
worry about controlling costs." He watched Harry’s stubbly
throat work as he downed the beer in gulps.
Harry grinned... looking a little dangerous ... opening his
mouth wide and letting out another long belch. He wiped his
mouth with the back of his hand. “You another one of those
union busters? Hope not...” He poured another shot of jack
daniels and knocked it back.
Alex tried to look amused- he was college educated, unlike
most of the men on the floor, and wasn’t good at being as
rough or crude. “Union busters? I just take orders from
upstairs.”
Harry pushed the bottle at him. “Ahh thats what they all
say. Come on buddy, drink up... you're gettin behind...”
Alex lifted his beer and drank it down. He saw that Harry's
belly was swelling a little with all the beer. Alex finished
his second beer- but the older man was several ahead of him
by now. Alex's head was starting to feel pleasantly light.
Harry undid his belt, letting the buckle hang down, popping
the first button on his jeans, letting his gut expand, the
waistband of his worn boxers showing.
Alex looked at him sitting there so confidently, legs spread
wide apart, gut hanging with crude masculine pride, a half a
rough smile on his face.
“Had another bet going with the guys on the floor about you.”
Harry grinned crookedly, pouring yet another shot.
“Oh? What's that?”
Harry popped the rest of the buttons on his fly, pushing his
jeans down a little, the fat head of his cock pushing out the
fly of his boxers. Alex’s eyes strayed down to his crotch.
He tried to take his eyes away but they steal back, and he
had enough beer in him that he wasn’t hiding it too well.
Harry smirked. “They bet me you'd like takin’ a look at
THIS.” His cock started to thicken and push out from his
boxers. Alex cast his eyes down, trying not to look. Harry
laughed. “Knew it.”
He leaned closer to Alex. “Hell buddy... just us
here...nobody's got to tell the guys.”
Alex looked up. “You won't let anyone know?”
Harry wrapped his fist around his growing cock, grinning.
“Fuck no.”
Alex shifted in his chair. Harry could see that he'd gotten
a raging bulge in his long underwear.
“Guess you like it, dontcha?”
“Yeah,” the younger man admitted in a low voice.
Harry spread his legs wider, pushing his boxers down, pulling
his fat prick through the fly... it kept lengthening and
expanding, standing straight up from his hairy crotch.
Alex slowly set his beer down. He rose from his chair and
moves toward Harry slowly. The older man slapped his hands
on his beefy thighs, not even touching his hardening cock.
Alex kept his eyes on him, seeing what his reaction would be
as he got closer— then sinking down to his knees.
Harry flexed his cock and a drop of precum bubbled out of the
head... a gurgling sound came from his massive belly. Alex
tentatively put out the point of his tongue and took the
pearly drop of precum from his cock head. Harry's dickhead
expanded even more, as a louder growl came from his gut.
Alex looked up, up past the hairy hill of his rumbling gut,
up to his eyes looking down at him, and an expression like a
smirk on his face.
“Good work boy... now get naked. i want to see you
bareass... NOW.”
Alex stood back up as he was told and stripped down. Soon
the younger man was naked. He was a decent looking and
decently put together guy, but he didn't look very big next
to the massive man watching him. Harry’s gut growled again.
“Damn... I get horny and I get so fucking hungry...”
“Definitely sounds like you're hungry,” Alex replied.
Harry reached out, putting his massive rough hands on Alex’s
hips. “You better fuckin believe I’m hungry...”
“And we haven't been out hunting yet.”
Harry smirked. “I dont know bout that...” He pulled Alex
closer, gripping him tighter and turning him around till Alex
could feel his beer breath on his buttcheeks.
Alex felt work-roughed hands on his hips, and a hot tongue
swiping across his ass. He groaned. It felt good. Harry’s
tongue began to push it’s way into the deep crack of his ass,
Harry’s stubbly chin scraping against his buns. Alex could
hear Harry’s stomach growling even louder as Harry groaned
... and he could hear another sound ... like stretching or
popping...
Alex clenched his teeth at the warm feeling of the rough wet
workingman tongue on his ass. Harry’s hands gripped him
tighter, bending him over. Alex tried to make sense of the
popping sound, craning his head around, but he was too taken
up in the feeling to put much effort into trying.
He felt Harry’s warm lips against his asscheeks, slippery
with spit. The tongue probed further into Alex’s crack,
while he felt Harry’s lips spreading wider across his buns...
it was feeling better and better, but Alex was getting amazed
at how big the older man must be able to open his mouth.
“Damn, man!”
Harry pulled Alex back closer to him, his tongue feeling as
though it were getting wider and fatter, filling Alex’s
crack, his lips almost reaching completely across his ass.
Alex couldn’t turn around because of the firm grip on his
hips. “Woah, man! How are you doing that?”
Harry groaned and pulled him even closer... his lips
beginning to slide over Alex’s hips ... his ass completely
engulfed as Alex felt a powerful suction. Alex tried to move
forward, pulling away a little. Harry grunted, trying to
hold him in place.
Alex looked over. Now that it was dark outside, he could see
a reflection on the inside of the front window of the
cabin... Harry's jaw distended, stretched wide over his ass,
slowly bending him double...
"Hey, cut it out! What are you trying to do to me, man?"
Alex’s struggling broke the vacuum and he managed to pull
free of Harry’s lips with a sucking sound. The bigger man
grabbed his wrists before he could retreat too far.
Alex looked at him. "What are you doing, man?"
“Told ya man, I'm fuckin HUNGRY.” Harry smacked his belly
with one hand while he gripped Alex hard with the other.
"Gotta fill this fucker up..." His belly growled loudly...
“What are you gonna do, swallow me?” Alex said jokingly.
Harry stared right at him.
"Fuckn right I'm gonna swallow you. Whole."
Alex stared back. "You're jokin', right?"
"Ask the last manager if I'm jokin..."
Alex's jaw dropped open as he realized Harry was serious.
"No way, man- you- you ate him?"
“He was a fuckin asshole man... " Harry smirked "... just
like you. Got him on the floor after work when he was chewin
me out... couldn't fuckin' take it...The guys dared me to do
it... so I did."
"You gotta be joking. Nobody reported you?"
“They were all in on it man...” Harry laughed, gruff and
loud. "Don't even think they thought I could do it..."
Alex stared down at his big hairy gut, realizing that this is
where his predecessor ended up, if he was telling the truth.
"Man, lemme go. I'll see to it that your job is safe."
"They knew I was the eating champ... when we had this
fuckhead pinned down, guess we just planned on beating the
crap out of him... till one of the guys said too bad Harry
just cant swallow this fucker..."
Alex looked at him, speechless.
Harry went on. "So now it's your turn... the guys are comin
out here later, make sure I took care of business..." His
face was so close to the young manager's that he could easily
smell the beer and whiskey on his breath.
Harry put one calloused hand behind Alex’s head... and began
to stretch his jaw wide open.
"Don't, man!" the younger man pleaded. "I'll give you a
raise! A better job! Anything you want!"
"What I want... is a full gut..." Harry's jaw kept
stretching, his tongue swiping over Alex’s face, wide, fat
and rough.
Alex couldn’t believe how wide his mouth was opening. He
could see that he would easily fit in there. He tried to
pull away, but Harry’s arm was around his waist. Harry’s
belly growled louder as he pulled Alex to him, stretching his
lips wide to fit over his head.
Alex saw the stubble on his chin, his eyes glinting down
hungrily at him. He struggled, but Harry’s thick arm held
him in place, the bicep bulging with the effort. Harry’s
stubbly chin stretched down further, the tendons of his jaw
popping and cracking... his lips began to engulf the top of
Alex’s head.
Alex felt his lips close around the top of his head like a
snug hat brim, but warmer and wetter and smoother. Harry’s
lips slid slowly down over his face. The last thing the
younger man saw was his hairy chest and gut, and his cock
standing up just below that. He felt the lower lip slide
across his face, and the view went dark.
Harry gulped, pushing him to the back of his throat... the
smooth walls flexing around his slim body. As Harry took in
his head, Alex heard the wet, slick sounds of the inside of
Harry’s mouth up against his ears, feeling the intense body
heat of the older man, hearing his pulse beating, hearing
gurgles from his massive gut.
Alex realized he didn't fool Harry or anyone else at all- he
tried to act like everybody's pal, but truth is, he was
another union-busting manager- and now he was finding out how
the men dealt with a problem.
Alex’s head was working its way down Harry’s throat, his lips
sliding down Alex’s torso toward your hips. Alex put his
hands against Harry’s furry chest, trying to push away. The
pressure was too great -- Harry took his meaty paw and broke
his grip, slurping his arms in as well.
His tongue was sliding over Alex’s crotch, rubbing against
his cock, as he slowly worked him further into his distended
throat. Alex’s arms straightened out against his sides as he
is sucked inside further. Harry saw his fingers spalyed out
in fear, trying to grip something- but there was nothing
there to grip.
Alex’s head was swimming in the acid fumes from the beer
coming up from Harry’s gut. He felt the upper lip starting
to slide across his soft, smooth ass. His ass was in Harry’s
mouth before, but this time it's going in for good. He felt
rough hands gripping his buttcheeks, spreading them some as
he was forced further into Harry’s mouth, one thick finger
prodding into the crack as he gulped.
Alex’s feet were lifted off the floor, kicking and wheeling
in the air. Harry caught a glimpse of his own reflection –
head tilted back, throat distended, Alex engulfed to the
thighs, as his belly began to bloat even further. Harry
groaned with effort and with the pleasure of feeling the
fullness.
Harry’s slick throat muscles worked, pulling Alex down
further. Harry grunted, feeling Alex’s soft ass slide down
into his throat. His gut began to swell as Alex arrived in
his belly, curling up. He put one hand on his massive
erection – he enjoyed his meals – a lot. His belly pressed
against his swollen cock, the hair rubbing the thick shaft.
Harry gulped greedily, feeling the power run through him like
electricity -- takin another bastard down and showing who was
boss. He slurped his tongue around Alex’s feet, feeling them
slide into his mouth. Harry swallowed mightily, dragging
Alex completely down into his throat. He felt the young man
squirming like crazy the whole way down.
He made a huge effort and gulped again, his jaw beginning to
return to normal, his tongue helping to shove Alex into his
gaping throat. Alex felt the rough tongue pushing him back
and down.
A bulge slid into Harry’s throat, vanishing into the main
mass of his body, his hairy gut bulging out bigger than ever,
his fat prick twitching as his belly expands grossly with its
load, the sense of power pulsing through him, pushing him to
the edge of exploding.
Alex lay curled up, in the total darkness of Harry’s belly.
The stomach lining was smooth against the young man's skin,
the gas from all the beer surrounding him.
Harry rubbed his belly, feeling the extreme fullness from
conquering yet another meal. It'd be at least a few more
weeks before the company finds a new floor manager ... and he
and the other men already knew exactly where that unfortunate
manager was going to end up.
Alex was sucking at what little bit of heavily beer-scented
air there was. Feeling the struggling, Harry belched loud
and long in satisfaction, as he felt his cock pulsing,
getting ready to spew a thick load over his gut, stretched
out hard and round.
Alex heard all the ominous little gurgles around him as
Harry’s digestive system geared up to go to work on him.
It was already getting more damp, and the young man feels an
itching kind of feeling on his skin. Harry could still hear
the very faint calls for help ...but the sound got fainter as
his powerful digestive system began to subdue his meal.
Harry pushed his jeans down further as his cock erupted,
leaning back to enjoy slowly absorbing his meal.
Alex felt Harry’s stomach muscles tighten as he blew his wad.
He didn't struggle much after that.