Anything Once
By: Semibu
Wow, I must have had a lot to drink. I mean, A LOT to drink! That was
my first time in a bear bar, and probably my last. Peter said I'd
like it, but these guys have never really done it for me. Beards,
moustaches, shaven heads, leather, BO, and what's with all those huge
bellies? No sign of Peter tonight. Guess he had enough last time
around.
Okay, so Dan is a nice fellow. He says he likes smaller guys like me.
He bought me beer all night. He took care of me when that fight broke
out - boy, are these animals territorial! Even so, why am I sprawled
out, pale and naked, on his grubby unmade bed, listening to him
taking a mega-dump in the en suite bathroom? What a row! And not
exactly my kinda prelude to a night of passion. Do I really want to
go through with this? He's three, maybe four times the size of me.
Hell, I'll try anything once! After all, Dan's a pussycat, a little
basic, yeah, but he knows how to make a boy feel safe! Anyway, I've
had enough of those skinny, young twinks like Peter.
"Nearly done!" shouts Dan. "Just cleanin' up." How charming. How
refined. I hear him flush. Oh, here he comes. I don't think he even
bothered washing his hands! Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea
after all. He enters the bedroom and flings his leather jacket and
trousers across the room. They land on his gleaming black boots. He
stands there in just his dirty socks, vest and shorts. Ugh, those
shorts! I'm sure they used to be white. Look at `em, yellow stains at
the front, and as he half turns to close the door I see skid marks
running up the crack of his butt! "Y' okay, dude?" I nod
nervously. "Let's have some fun," he mumbles.
He peels off his vest. I look him up and down. He just stands there
smiling at me, and what a smile! He's a rugged and handsome creature
and one big beefy bear! A number one crop, stubble, goatie, a forest
on his chest, dinner plate nipples on flabby tits, a huge belly with
a triangle of hair pointing down into his underwear, and legs like
fury tree trunks. This could turn out to be fun. Let's give it a go.
He lets go a growling fart.
"Too much beer?" I ask making light of what obviously embarrasses me
but not him.
"Nope," he replies gruffly. "I ain't had no beer tonight, dude." He
walks over to the bed. "I needed to keep a clear head in case things
got outta hand in the bar. Had to take care of you back there. Wanted
to keep a clear head to take care of you in here, too."
Suddenly he's kneeling over me, resting on my middle but holding back
his weight some so as not to squash me beneath his considerable bulk.
His massive, calloused, hands wrap around my wrists and bring them to
either side of my head. Now I can really smell him! - A pungent blend
of sour body odour, anal musk, and stale cum from those piss
blemished and ever-growing shorts. Those shorts! How could anything
so gross actually turn me on like this? He's shuffling up my body.
He's sitting lightly on my chest. His shorts are hanging over my
face! They're damp! They stink but I like it! Why do I like it? His
balls are pushing against my chin. I can see his manhood through the
gaping fly. Fuck! It's enormous! He's pulling it through the gap for
me to take a closer look. Man, it just has to be a 12-incher! This
hideous, ugly length is shining with sweat and is waiting to be
served…by me! He's pulling back the huge foreskin, letting me take in
a good long sniff of ripe cheese and fish. This stuff is going to my
head. I don't know how, but his shorts have now vanished. He's turned
around and sitting up against the headboard, and I'm snuggled down
between his open legs, my hands around his fat, sticky bag, and I'm
sucking the gunk from his purple-headed boner – I'm washing his dick
with my mouth, shoving it in as far as I can! I splutter and try to
pull away. His fingers dig into my scalp and force my head down as he
gives out a succession of evil, satisfied groans. I too, find myself
with an uncontrollable erection and, even with my mouth full, begin
to moan in frenzied delight. Just as I'm sure he's about to erupt, he
grabs my shoulders and drags me up onto him, my belly pressing
against his, my head resting sideways on his chest. I chew briefly on
one of those succulent nipples.
"Fuck, you little bastard, you give great head! I gotta hold back or
I'm gonna cum too soon. I don't want to shoot off until I'm good and
ready. Not until you're nice and safe and cosy and warm." His words
are slow and deliberate.
"What do you mean, Dan? I gasped, still catching my breath. "I'm safe
now, aren't I?"
"Yep, but not as safe as a nice little boy can be." He laughs, his
entire body quivering.
"What are you talking about?" I look up into his eyes. They are
narrowed and calculating.
"Now, the last thing I want is for you to get all frightened." His
voice is low and gentle. "This is just what I do, dude. Nothin'
personal."
"What?" I stammer, feeling rather small and suddenly vulnerable. "Do
what? What do you do, Dan?"
Gigantic Dan rolls me over onto the bed and sits on top of me facing
my feet. I look up at his furry back and shoulders as he positions my
face between his hairy buttocks. He now parts his cheeks and wriggles
until his filthy, pouting sphincter is pushed firmly against my lips.
He tells me to do my stuff. I obliged, licking and kissing his pucker
as it opens, softens and twitches. So this is what he does. This
tastes foul, yeah, but why didn't he just ask me to rim him? Who
cares? I get my tongue right up there. My saliva is now diluting that
powerful flavour. This is getting good. Even though a short time ago
he was blowing out last night's supper through this hole, I'm really
getting into this. What's happened to me tonight? This is not my
usual style! I am being totally disgusting…and I love it! All to soon
he yells for me to stop. He gets off me.
"Hey, Dan, don't spoil the fun! I've only just started!"
"That's okay, dude. You've done it now."
"Done what?"
"You've kissed my ass goodbye!"
"Kissed your…?"
Dan stands up. Fuck, he seems about 10 feet tall! He's reaching down
to me, pulling me up by the elbows. His feet are firmly on the floor,
I'm standing on the bed and still I only seem to come up to his
chest. I'm getting scared here. Searching his grinning face for some
security, anything to tell me he's not going to harm me. I ask him
again about this ass kiss thing.
"I know it's mean," he sniggers. "But when my meals are settling down
to the idea of being digested, I want them to know they've kissed
goodbye to the ass that's gonna shit them out!"
He's hooting with laughter. I don't know what to say. What is he
talking about? What meals? The beer has worn off and I think I've
gone full circle. I'm beginning to find this guy revolting again!
This conversation is getting like too much information.
"Remember me taking that dump a while back?"
"Sure. How could I forget?" My voice is sounding shaky. "It stank!"
"That was Peter, a real cute little twink who picked me up a brought
me home last night." Dan is really smug here.
"Peter?"
"That's right, a little guy just like you, only about fifteen years
younger. I've lost count of just how many fresh-faced young men have
wanted try some real bear sex and ended up the menu like itsy bitsy
little Peter. He was deee-lish-uss! He cried like a big fuckin' queen
when I opened up and he looked inside. But he was no bother to gulp
down. But fuck, he was strugglin' in this ole belly for over two
hours before he suffocated and got mushed."
"You ate Peter?"
"So you knew him. What the hell do I care? But like I said, it's just
what I do. I need plenty of feedin' and get through about five or six
guys like you a week. The moment you walked into the bar tonight I
knew you'd soon be safe inside my belly just waiting to die."
I look down at Dan's huge gut and picture myself within. I hate to
admit it but I would be quite the perfect fit. Dan's arms grab me
around the chest. He's pulling my face close to his lips. His mouth
seems so wide, so impossibly wide. Phew, this guy's hot breath! And
poor Peter, first bear chow and then ending it all as bear SHIT! But
to fuck with Peter, he's history and I'm next! Fuck! I'm going to be
eaten alive and whole by this greedy monster! He's slobbering over
me, pulling me closer!
"Dan, please don't hurt me. I'm begging you just let me go. Listen to
me!"
"No, you listen to me, ya little dick head. Bastards like you hang
out in that bear bar just waitin' for me to come along. Then, all
they wanna do is have sex, like I'm some fuckin' circus freak. Just
remember, I didn't do a thing, all the hard work was done by you: You
sucked. You licked. I'll just finish myself off with a quick one off
the wrist once I've put you in you're place. And while you're
wrigglin' around in there, just remember you kissed my ass goodbye!"
I'm trying to speak but words fail me. Dan tightens his grip around
my chest. His jaws are opening, his vile breath filling my nostrils.
He brings me closer to his ever-gaping cave. His fat, wet tongue
extends and almost touches his chin. My face is pushed into its
drenched rippling expanse. I look around: His yellowed teeth, some
missing, the curious pinks and purples of his inner cheeks, the
severity of his hard palate contrasting with the tenderness of the
heaving sea beneath me. More unearthly smells, this time wafting up
from the depths of his dilating throat. I feel his hands against my
buttocks. As he pushes, he moves his jaws from side to side and is
now tipping back his head, engulfing me inch by inch.
Soon my crown has passed beneath his dripping uvula and between his
plump, throbbing tonsils. I am now peering into the soft, slippery
beyond. His lips slide over the backs of my legs, the tip of his
massive tongue toying with my unexpected erection and up and round
between my buns. Carefully, gently, Dan sucks, slobbers and slurps. I
call out to him. I plead and beg like a helpless, worthless slave. As
I am plunged into an intimate darkness I realise that's just what I
have become: A helpless, worthless slave – a sacrifice to a greater
being. His mouth closes over my feet and seals me in. He swallows
hard. The powerful walls of his merciless gullet take the strain,
squeezing the air from my lungs. I am being dragged far away from
freedom, to a ferocious and unforgiving prison. Another vile and
gloating gulp, even mightier than before, and I am swiftly despatched
and sent slipping, sliding and slithering down. How can this be oh so
painless? I can't resist, I can't even struggle but I feel nothing
more than discomfort…and humiliation! How can this man, this bear,
this animal, physically or even mentally deal with this?
Now the real confusion and panic as my face drops onto the entrance
to his stomach: A firm, muscular ring - the doorway to my demise.
It's opening! It's so tight around my head and neck, now my waist.
I'm through! I'm in his stomach! Fuck, someone help me! I thought he
stank from the outside, but it reeks in here! I'm almost choking! But
I can at least breathe, just. The air is hot, heavy and acidic. I'm
still upside down as this repulsive food sack begins to move in
around me squeezing and squelching, wrapping into a ball. Food sack?
For fuck sake, I'm food! He must be flat on his back or I would have
surely drowned in this, this slime. He's keeping me alive. He wants
to feel me suffering in his belly.
I can hear his breathing, getting faster and faster, his heart
pounding more and more rapid. I can sense his entire body juddering.
He's masturbating! He's actually getting off on having me here in his
gut! I'm just another Peter and Peter was just another load of
excrement! My head is spinning. He's cumming! I can hear him gasping
with delight. The juddering slows and stops. That's it? That's it!
He's finished with me! Maybe, just maybe he'll keep me here, alive,
for a couple of hours like he did with Peter. But that's the same
Peter I could hear and smell him blowing out of his ass! That's the
same ass I kissed! What have I done?
Here in the blackness, writhing against Dan's ever constricting
flesh, I picture him lying there with that gloating grin on his face
and a huge, moving bulge in his belly as he wipes the dribble from
his chin and the semen from his fingers. Now the belch: A long,
disgusting, wet, rasping belch, to tell me how easy I was.