Josh, My Room for the Night
By: AKickInside
Why did Josh and I hit it off? Well, I try not to over-analyse people and situations, but being a new face in Florida, I felt out on a limb. And let’s face it, all any of us need is a little attention, some companionship, and a sense of purpose. Then suddenly there’s Josh. He seemed to understand. It was that simple.
He’s a big guy: 6’2” and powerful. At least we had eye and hair colour in common – green and brown, respectively. But the moment he first loomed over me - and me a mere 5’7”, I thought I was in deep trouble. But a few well-chosen words later, and Josh had soothed away my nerves, and had me wishing I could throw myself at his strength and gentleness.
I needed some TLC. My solo vacation had been a disaster, and he could sense that I felt out of place and lost. I was so relieved when this gentle giant said he’d come with me to my hotel room, help me pack, and then, as he put it: “Make sure I was some place safe and warm.”
I so wanted to check out and move on, even though I still had one night booked and paid for in this beige hotel room, with its generic paintings and lamp shades. Josh sat on the unmade double bed and listened. As I told him my story, he empathised, identified, and just understood each chapter. Something in his friendly smile and mysterious deep eyes had me relax. I broke off from packing and sat down beside him. He put an arm around me. It was his turn to speak. To say he was blunt and to the point would be an understatement.
“Life’s too short to spend time being sad and lonely. Why don’t we get naked and ‘get down’? Let yourself go. Let’s do sex and supper. And before you ask, I’m not talking about a room service sandwich. I’m talking about me eating you up. Fuck, yeah! Swallowing you whole.” He lifted his t-shirt and rubbed his belly. “Just imagine yourself in here – all safe and sound and comfy. You’ll love it. I’ll love it. Man, I’m so hungry for you.”
The notion of being eaten alive by this wonderful intuitive guy was an instant turn-on. The thought of ‘getting down’ first was the icing on the cake. And I was the cake! Anywhere else, anybody else and I’d have been hesitant, or at least played coy and reluctant. But he had honed into my needs and desires in a way no other guy ever had. “This isn’t a one night stand, this will be forever.” At the time, I didn’t really comprehend what he meant. But trust is trust. We stripped.
Suddenly there was nothing of any significance beyond the boundaries of the mattress. The rest of the world, as far as I was concerned, didn’t exist: The earth, the moon, the sun, the galaxy, the universe. I was small, Josh was big. I was nervous, Josh was sensitive and tender. I was in awe of his masculinity.
“The longer you keep on doing what you’re doing so well,” he whispered, “the hungrier I get.” I just groaned with delight, unable to speak – obviously. “The hungrier I get, the more I want you inside me.” I reached up and ran my hands over his smooth, gurgling belly, wondering if I really were to be part of it.
“It’ll be okay. Don’t be scared.” But I felt no fear. Such was the ecstatic resignation to my fate that I begged for, and was granted, the chance to worship and lick my point of exit from this human temple. This pleasured him into showering me with praise and words of encouragement. “Love it. Respect it. That’s where you’ll be coming out in the morning.”
Such was my enthusiasm that I clean forgot about my master’s immeasurable hunger. Twenty minutes later: “Sorry man,” he announced, as he raised himself from my face, and pulled me up to kneel before him on the wrinkled sheets. “I gotta eat you up now.” His hands ran over my shoulders and then met at the back of my neck, his fingers locking. “Thanks for sucking my cock and licking my ass. You were great! But all good things must come to an end – except good food, which comes to an end twice!” He laughed. “Are you ready to fill me up, little dude?”
The ‘here and now’ hits me in the face and full-on. This is all for real. Fuck. My new-found pal has just rung up the cash register on our friendship.
“Josh…”
“If I wait any longer you’ll be breakfast.”
“Josh…”
“I’m built specifically to accommodate puny little guys like you. Go limp and slide in. Remember, this isn’t a one night stand, this will be forever.”
“Please, Josh…”
“I guess it’ll stink in there some – juices and bile – a little like the smell of puke. Ha! But you’ll soon get used to it. And then you’ll just settle down and succumb to my needs. It’ll all be so easy, man.”
“Josh, I’m scared. Please don’t eat me. Please…”
“Just so you know what’s going on,” he explains with a calm smile, “I’ll spend the night here in your hotel room, while you spend the night here in me. I’ll shit you out in the morning and head off home. Nobody will know. I won’t even leave even a skid mark down the pan!”
I had been braced for pain and force. But all I feel is warmth and tenderness as his gentle mouth opens up and encompasses my head, neck and shoulders. His dripping tongue is phenomenal – long, thick and slippery. All I have to do is relax as it guides me in. His throat opens wide – a beautiful sight. GULP! Sudden darkness and suction. GULP! So quickly, Josh begins to engulf me. GULP! His smooth inner flesh slides over my willing body. GULP! Slimy constriction – my chest, my middle. GULP! I’m stretching his gullet. GULP! My legs, my ankles, my feet feel his lips twitching and close. GULP! I am completely inside him. A final triumphant swallow squeezes me into his belly. Yes, it reeks of hydrochloric acid. Yes, I’m smothered in slime and gunk. But this is where I belong. As his slick stomach walls close in for the kill, both Josh and I know that this was always meant to be.
Josh releases a really long belch (loud, wet and rasping) and flops back on the bed I’ve paid for. Me? I squirm and struggle briefly as I prepare myself for suffocation, digestion, and being turned into his morning dump. Attention, companionship, and a sense of purpose. All three boxes ticked.
Josh pulls up the sheets, switches off the light and, after successfully putting me “some place safe and warm” falls into a deep sleep. I lose. Josh wins. I’m shit. Josh rules.
The End