Fantasies
By: Pi-Zero

"God damn you're so hot" You say, pulling out slowly. I grin, we've only been dating for about three weeks, but you still always say that when we fuck. But this time you're not done, "You look so tasty lying there, I could... I could just eat you up!"

I laugh wryly, playing along, "Eat me? Oh really? And how would you get me small enough? You can barely take my 7 inches without gagging!"

You chuckle at the riposte, "Hey, I'm doing much better, you're the first guy I've ever sucked off! Besides, why would I shrink you and ruin such a wonderful feast? I'd want to savor that succulent butt!" You slap my muscular ass in retaliation.

I raise my eyebrow, "And ruin that waistline? Never!" I laugh again.

You cock your head, "Ok, yeah that would be a problem. I have to keep my girlish figure you know!" You pose dramatically. "But wouldn't it be hot if it were possible? I mean really."

My brow creases, "Being eaten? How's that sexy?"

"Becoming one person. Can't you imagine? If I ate you, your muscles and my smile?"

"Hey, my smile got YOU into bed, didn't it?" I protest, tickling you.

You squirm away from my questing fingers, "Yes, yes it did. But really, can't you imagine the feeling? Every inch of your body being caressed by my mouth and tongue, tasting you all over..."

"Being digested" I say, wryly, but the argument isn't as strong as it was a moment ago.

"Your whole body being massaged as you slide down my throat to curl up safe and warm in my tight tummy?" You continue, closing your eyes. I realize you're hard as a rock again already.

"Safe? I hardly count that safe..."

But you arent really listening, "You'd have nothing to worry about any more. You'd be mine forever, literally a part of me. I would feel you stretching out my stomach, massaging me from the inside as I massaged you from the outsiiiinnnnnngggg."

To my immense surprise, you explode, cumming across my crotch and stomach. It's quite the feat for you to cum so shortly after instense fucking, much more so considering you haven't even touched yourself! Having orgasmed twice now, though, you're spent.

We clean up and you fall quickly asleep next to me. I lie in the dark for a while, thinking, before drifting into a deep slepe filled with strange dreams of men eating eachother.

If I thought that was the last I'd hear of the issue, I was wrong. When we have sex next, you bring it up before we've barely even begun. "C'mon, Dan. You gotta let me play this through, it's so fucking hot... please? I'll give you a rimjob..."

Well, if nothing else, you know where my buttons are. I love rimjobs. So, I acquiesce and you lift my legs over my head, beginning a running dialogue, "Fuck your ass looks tasty. I could just wrap my lips around the whole thing, suck that tasty rump roast down along with that whole fucking sexy body."

It continues as our sex continues, and you end up coming, barely touching yourself, three times before you even get to fucking me. My mind is wandering in your commentary, and I find myself getting hard, cumming easily as you do.

I toss and turn that night, the dreams more vivid, more intense. I wake up at three in the morning, filling the sheets with jizz, more than I've ever cum before. Gasping with the intensity, I carefully clean myself off with the kleenex on the nightstand, not wanting to wake you up.

The next few days continue the same way. You keep up a running patter of how delicious I am, how incredible I would feel sliding into you, how full I would make you. You explode without touching yourself, and I cum soon after, eyes closed and lost in the fantasy. Every night, I wake up drenched in sweat and cum.

When you come in, I'm waiting for you, pulling you to the bed insistantly, stripping you quickly, my lips kissing all over your body. "I've thought about your fantasy, Ryan..." I force out as I pull you onto the bed.

You grin, "Really? And...?" You're getting hard already.

I smile seductively, "Yeah, and I think it's the sexiest thing I can imagine."

You light up, "Really? So you'll get into it? Play along with me?" Your dick is literally bouncing with anticipation.

"Yeah, I'll get into it, sweety. I'd even like to go further with you..."

"Sweet! Oh that's so great." You catch the pause, "Wait, what's wrong? I sense a 'but' here." You frown, concerned.

"But..." I shrug coyly, "But, it just doesn't seem right you eating me... you're so... small."

You laugh, "Hey, I'm four inches taller than you, little man!"

I grin, "Yeah, but I'm still bigger than you. There's no way those soccer muscles could beat these bulging wrestler guns!" I poke you in the ribs, playfully.

"Bah!" You snort, knowing it's true, I may be (a little) shorter, but it's not much, and I'm much more built than you. "So what, you want me to pretend to be some big bodybuilder or something?"

I grin widely, "Noooo I thought we'd change up the game a little, stronger eats the weaker!" In a startlingly dominant move, I flip over, pulling you under me, an easy wrestling move.

You guffaw, "Oh, is that how it's going to be? A fight to the meal? Well *I'm* the top in this relationship!" You tickle me, startling me and letting you roll onto the top again as we fall off the bed.

"The top, eh? We'll see about that!" Pulling on your side hard, I roll you again, and the wrestling match begins.

You are indeed a little taller than me, and pretty strong, but I've got more muscles and more training, and I'm strangely intent on winning this match. Usually I'll playfully wrestle you and then let you dominate and fuck me, another little roleplay we've enacted more than once. But not this time.

A few minutes later you're panting and pinned on the floor beneath me as I sit on your chest, squashing your heaving chest, "See, told you I was bigger! Time to live your fantasy, Ryan! Mmmm you look delicious!" I lick your face in a big wet swipe.

"Eeeew! Dan drool!" You giggle, "Well if you're going to eat ME, then you've got to keep the description going!"

"Nuh uh" I grin, shaking my head, "You gotta. My mouth's gonna be full!"

You're surprised by my suddenly dominant turn, I'm usually remarkably submissive. But you have to admit, it's kinda hot, so you play along, "Well then, once you've got your mouth full I'll take over! So where are you going to start Mr. Big Bad Predator? What position should I be in?"

"What position? Where am I going to start? I don't think you're supposed to HELP me! I'm just supposed to pin you down and cram you down my gullet, silly! Your job is to try to get away!" I cock my head, "But as long as you're going to be a cooperative meal, how about a nice rump roast, since that's how your little fantasy started?"

"Sure!" You respond enthusiastically, you love rimjobs as much as I do, but I give them more rarely.

I move off you and lie back on the bed. As you climb up over me, straddling my tight rippled stomach, I get a beautiful view of your perfect round ass. My stomach growls.

You giggle, "Sounds like your stomach likes the idea of Ryan Rump Roast too!"

"I didn't eat today to make sure there was room in there for you! Now it's all empty and wants you to visit!"

Your brow creases briefly, "Wow, you really are getting into this fantasy, aren't you? Well, you know how much I love getting my ass licked, and you never let me sit on you like this, so who'm I to complain? Shall we start?"

As if on cue, my stomach growls again and I lick my lips, "Get that tight little ass down here. It looks so delicious, I just want to wrap my lips around it and suck you down all at once. Cram you down my throat into my tight stomach. Feeling soo full..."

You lower your ass to my face, taking over the patter as I dive into your ass with a frenzy that makes you gasp with pleasure, "Oh, you wouldn't really eat me, would you Mr.? I'm just a helpless little man, eager to please you!" You giggle, breaking the rhythm for a second, unused to playing the bottom in the roleplay.

For my part, I barely notice. My eyes are closed, my hand gripping your hips and pulling you onto me. My tongue is washing across your ass in long swipes, tasting you. I've been dreaming about this for a while now, fantasizing about filling myself to bursting with you incredible flavor and healthy protein. But it wasn't just a fading dream I woke up to, as I came every night. It was a certianty. A hunger.

You are barely maintaining the monologue as my grip tightens and my tongue probes deeper than I ever have into your tender ass. "Shit, god, your tongue and lips are everywhere." You gasp, head back and eyes squeezed tight, dick throbbing, "It feels like you really do have your lips around my ass."

I don't respond. My mouth is full, and not just metaphorically. I strain, forcing my mouth open wider and wider over your tight butt, pulling with my arms to stretch protesting muscles. That's what's allowing me to push my tongue deeper into you, conveniently distracting you.

I pull on your meaty thighs, pressing them up to your chest to fold you in half, straining with all my might. Thinking I'm just trying to get better access, you aid me, grabbing your own legs and pulling them against you. Finally my jaw slips open far enough and I manage to slide my mouth tightly around your entire ass and hips.

By this point my breath is blasting out my nose, hot and fierce up your back from the effort I'm putting out. I'm moaning in pleasure as my arms are straining to pull more of you into my slavering mouth as my tongue does it's best to taste every inch of the ass that tastes every ounce as good as I imagined.

"Uuunngh, DAMN you're getting into this, Dan ggaaah!" You gasp out, "This is the NNnnn most uuuh, incredible rimjob, ooooooh, I've ever, aaaargh, HAD!" You grab your dick with both hands, jerking off, still with your eyes closed and head back.

For my part, I pull even harder, biceps bulging and sweat pouring off my forehead as I try to stuff you in faster. Once you cum, you're going to realize what I'm doing and there is no way I'm letting you go now, the taste and power is too incredible.

Just as you explode, absolutely covering yourself in a hot white mess, I manage to force my already distended jaw open just a little wider, and with a straining grunt I manage to cram a few more inches of you into my mouth, finally forcing your ass past my tongue and into my throat, stretching it beyond imaginable limits.

"Oh my GOD, Dan, that was the most incredible orgasm I've ever had!" You groan in post orgasmic bliss. You realized that I'm now holding your legs so tightly against your chest you can't move your arms, "Shit, man, I've already cum, let me get that rock hard rod of yours and I'll show you how thankful I am!"

My only response is to stuff another few inches of your folded body into my throat, now sliding my tongue along the underside of your softening dick and balls.

You gasp again in surprise, "Shit, Dan, too sensitive, careful there! Let me recharge while I take care... of... wha... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

I swallow hard, my throat finally getting enough grip on your butt and jolting you down another inch. Your legs are smashed up even tighter against your chest, doing my best to fold you completely in half. I'm thankful you're pretty flexible.

"You... you're EATING me! NO! NO, DAN, it was just a FANTASY! Let me go!" You start to fight, to squirm, to struggle. But through your own actions, your hands are trapped between your legs, your shoulders pulled in tight. All your squirming achieves is elliciting a moan of pleasure from me. You suddenly realize I'm not hard because I'm "eating your ass" I'm hard because I'm EATING your ass!

My lips are sliding up over your thighs now, your lower legs hanging down my chin kicking my chest with your heels. Pathetic though the attack is, it's all you can maneage besides twisting your shoulders and head. Though this may not be the easiest way to swallow you, it's got you well and truly pinned. Your ass is starting to enter my broad chest, and you realize you can actually see the outline of your legs in my neck.

I grip your knees forcing you in another few inches, groaning in exhaustion and pleasure. You're still begging, practically a littany now, "No, no, no. No, it wasn't supposed to be like this! It was just a fantasy... MY fantasy! I was supposed to be the one on top. You were supposed to be MINE! I thought you liked me, Dan!"

If I could smile, I would. Since I can't, I grab your calves and push them up by your ears, simultaneously swallowing and shoving your knees past my grossly distended lips, now at your shoulders. Sure I liked you, but we'd only been dating for a few weeks, it wasn't love. And I LOVE your flavor, and I LOVE the power I have over you now.

"Please, Dan. It's not too late. C'mon let me out? I promise I'll never tell anyone. I'll move away, become a hermit... anything! Please... stop..."

But you're wrong. I can't stop. I'm totally lost in the sensation, the domination now. My whole body is tensing, wanting you inside me, NOW, my entire body fighting to accomodate your bulk, to make you mine. I swallow hard, forcing your shoulders into the hot wetness of my mouth. Distantly, you're amazed I can still breathe (albeit noisily).

Only your head and ankles remain outside me now. There's no doubt in your mind now that I can and will swallow you, whole and alive. Your fantasy has become my reality. "Please..." You beg, as you feel my hands gripping your hair, my arms tensing against your ears. "Plu-hooooo...." but your words are cut off as I swallow again, my throat constricting around your body and forcing the air from your lungs. I push, and in one long, slow motion, your head slides past my lips and you watch the light vanish for the last time.

My whole body is on fire. Exhaustion tears through me and for a moment my vision swims. But I refuse to stop now. I know exhaustion, I know pain, and I can work through them. With a groan, I reach up to grab your feet, swallowing rapidly in succession to pull the last of your body into me. And so you dissapear from the world of men into the world of food.

A wave of complete and utter fatugue washes over my body. I look down to my incredibly stretched gut, your squirming form visible in my stretched ab muscles. I can't believe I did it. I actually ATE an entire man! But there's no denying the incredible feeling of fullness, the huge bulging gut, the weariness. I feel like I've just been through the most intense workout of my entire life. I suppose I have.

Your every movement is extacy, and I explode, covering myself. I realize I can weakly here you from inside, though the thick muscle between you and freedom muffles your protests. I reach down to pat the bulge you make, your ass I think, "Don't worry, Ryan, you'll always be the first, the one who gave me the idea and pushed it until it consumed me... or consumed you I guess!" I laugh as you writhe angrily.

I realize you must be able to hear me better than I can hear you. My voice travels vibrates through my bones, the same way I hear myself when I speak. "Just be glad one of us can live the dream, Ryan. And besides, my muscles are much better on me than on you. And they'll be even better once you're part of them!" You kick again, just as futilely.

I can feel an uncomfortable pressure in my gut, pushing up my throat ::BRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!:: A let loose a fantastic belch, followed by several more smaller ones. My stomach deflates around you, throwing your body into sharper relief and elliciting a frantic squirming as your air is removed. Slowly, however, you succomb to the lack of air and your struggles fade and vanish.

Exhausted by the "workout" with what resources remained dedicated to digesting my huge meal, I feel my eyes droop and soon I am asleep. In a dream shaped by the huge volumes of testosterone, adrenaline, and protein flowing into my system, I relive every moment of devouring you and then shift to further meals. Stuffing muscular butts down my gullet, filling myself to bursting with squirming, struggling male muscle. Even in sleep a beautific smile lights my face and I explode all over myself... again.

The End