Butt Supper Boy
By: Semibu
Mike had never seen such action, and he wasn’t thinking about the game! He loved rugby. He didn’t care who won. He was there just to admire those thick, firm thighs, mudded physiques and pert buns. Today’s battle was definitely enhanced by the appearance of substitute Greg. Greg, a monster of a man growled as he thundered onto the scene. Play was about to change. He was only on the field three minutes when his shorts split right up the back seam. Mike couldn’t believe his eyes: He could see Greg’s crack! Of course, to everybody else it was simply cause for laughter. “Hey!” one nearby spectator sniggered to the other. “Number 3, Big Greg, has ripped the backside out of his shorts, man! But no time to worry about that! There’s a mighty match to be won!”
Naturally, Greg won the game and was carried triumphantly by his team off the field to the locker rooms and showers. The crowd dispersed. Mike held back and decided to follow his hero. He was surprised as to how easy it was to sneak in. Nobody asked for ID or questioned his presence. They were too excited by their well-deserved result to worry about a little unfit runt like him wondering in. Making his way to the men’s room, Mike avoided eye contact with Greg, who was sitting on his bench getting his breath back. Much of the team dressed and left without cleaning up. The others took a quick shower and were soon gone. Mike could only imagine what was going on as he trembled in the cubical. Then the picture became crystal clear.
“Last again, Greg?” enquired a gruff voice. “No home to go to?”
“I’ll head home soon enough,” Greg replied. “I’m just chillin’. I’ll take a shower and go home in good time. Great game, eh?”
“Great? Absolutely fantastic! Catch ya later!”
Mike heard the locker room door open and close as the final team member left Greg all alone. Next there was the sound of running water. Hell, Greg was taking a shower! Mike stripped off in the cubical then, naked, made his way toward the steam. Although he said ‘hi’, Greg didn’t turn around – he already knew who had joined him. He kept his face to the wall, occasionally looking down at his manhood as he rubbed his fingers up and down his crack as the hot water tumbled down his perfect body and into the thirsty drains. Mike just couldn’t take his eyes off this beast. He’d never seen so much tone and muscle close up before. Greg turned off the tap, not caring if Mike had either finished or started to wash. As he turned around grabbed his towel and stepped out, his ample meat swung to and fro, his balls glistened. Mike looked on, somehow comforted by Greg’s apparent acceptance of his being there. Almost forgetting to grab his own towel, Mike followed in Greg’s wet footsteps.
Mike, hardly damp, daubed himself as he watched the hulking Greg drying off. For the most part he kept his back to Mike. But, as he opened his locker and pulled on a t-shirt and shorts he asked: “Whatcha lookin’ at? This, maybe?” He pulled down on the back of his shorts giving Mike another precious glimpse of that magnificently meaty rear. Mike was stunned as Greg then removed his t-shirt, yanked off his shorts completely and got down on his hands and knees on a wrestling mat that should have been locked way the day before. Mike got an instant hard-on. He couldn’t believe that this perfect specimen was being so co-operative. Greg, with his buns pointing towards Mike, looked around and smiled at his comparatively miniscule peninsular.
“Come on, buddy,” Greg assured, “it’s just you and me now. Come a little closer. Come on.” You fuckin’ know, and I fuckin’ know that you want to.” He glanced back at wide-eyed Mike. “Get the fuck over here, man. And that’s an order!”
Mike’s stare ran from the end of Greg’s dangling dick, up its shaft to that massive sac and fat ridge leading to Nirvana – Greg’s asshole, nestling seductively between two perfectly rounded glutes. The tempter lent even further forward, thrusting his rear into the air. Mike was soon on his hands and knees and inching closer and closer to that incredibly inviting rear.
“C’mon, man,” insisted Greg. “This is not the moment to be shy. This is a once in a lifetime chance. Come closer, boy. Closer.” His voice changed from suggestive to instructive. “Fuck! My fuckin’ asshole’s itchy, man. Fill it up and satisfy it, man! My ass is so hungry. It wants you! It fuckin’ needs you!”
Mike was dizzy with excitement. Greg was telling him to do all those things he would have gladly begged to do. Did he mean lick him? Did he mean screw him? Greg’s huge hands reached around and pulled his cheeks apart. Mike was mesmerised as Greg’s pucker began to pout and relax at two-second intervals. He had no idea that this was a double-edged sword: Not only was the brute enticing his eager victim but he was sucking in air too – oxygen enough to sustain a worthless life for a few ‘stimulating’ minutes. Mike could hold back no longer. He dived panting towards Greg’s kissable anal lips.
“I’m ready for you, man,” Greg bellowed. “COME ON IN, ASS-LICKER!”
Mike had no idea of the terrifying significance of those tempting words. He buried his face between Greg’s smooth mounds and began to tongue the now gaping hole. Mike, his modest erection raging, was in total ecstasy: He was serving the man he had dreamed would be his master.
Mike was helpless to resist. With heart pounding, he lunged forward, pressing his open mouth against Greg’s juicy entrance, licking and kissing in a wild frenzy. This was utopia. He pushed his face deeper and deeper between Greg’s welcoming hills and served for all he was worth. Mike had scored a life-long goal…and was about to seal his own fate. Although Greg had showered, Mike could still taste undiluted masculinity. He tongued and probed deeper and deeper. Suddenly, that tanned fleshy doorway relaxed and softened, feeling almost like a bucketful of raw pig’s livers. Mike’s head sank into a muffled world of foul musky darkness. Greg roared with satisfaction and absolute glee as he rocked his formidable pelvis and engulfed Mike’s shoulders, before pushing back and taking his victim in up to the chest and forcing his arms by his sides. Mike, still amazed by what he considered to be a special, if not slightly degrading intimate moment, offered no resistance. He merely wished to please. And please, he surely would. From this moment on, there would be no escape. Mike was truly doomed.
Greg grunted, pushing back against the feeble Mike. With a vile slurp, he was soon easing his now dripping ring over his victim’s waist, laughing as he heard and felt him squelching in the fresh load of waste now building up deep within his wondrous frame. With difficulty, Mike manoeuvred his dirt-covered head to catch a breath of stinking air. He tried to call out but the pressure of Greg’s tunnel tightening around his ribs prevented him, not that Greg would have heard anything anyway over the now-intense rhythmical slurps. The strangest sight was that of Mike’s legs kicking frantically between those of the bigger man, but not for long. Greg thrust his rear skyward and relaxed his hungry hole. Mike sank as if in quicksand. Soon only his ankles and feet were protruding between those twitching cheeks. Mike wriggled helplessly within, his ears, nostrils and mouth clogging with reeking excrement and thick lubricating anal slime as the hot fleshy tube flexed and pulled. He had long since realised that this was no special intimate moment at all. This was something sinister and deadly. Greg was taking him in for keeps! The only pain he felt was the agony of humiliation and desperation, knowing that this handsome, determined animal was enjoying every last moment of this hideous brutal act.
Greg moaned and groaned and strained again as ten twitching toes vanished into the creases and wrinkles of his fearsome sphincter with absolute ease. It clenched and tightened as Greg exhaled with delight and satisfaction, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, a tingling rushing through his entire body. Mike was locked inside, a squirming prisoner awaiting execution. He was still in state of shock and surprise. He really couldn’t believe that he’d been devoured by another guy’s ass hole and still had a hard-on! The worst of it was considering how much pleasure he’d provided! How could anybody be so cruel? For Greg, Mike was just another dork put well and truly in his place. Taking him in headfirst had been an enjoyable challenge. Okay, there wasn’t the delight of hearing him plead for his life like the countless guys he’d sucked up feet first, but all that struggling and writhing certainly made up for it. “What a looser,” he smiled to himself as he slumped face down on the mat. Deep inside, Mike was inhaling his final lungful of almost spent air and wondering what he’d done to deserve such a disgusting demise. Despite all this he began to heave his body and ejaculate as suddenly, Greg’s guts began to spasm. His rectum rippled and flexed, squeezing all the gasses and air within back towards his hole. With a loud wet rasp, Greg filled the locker room with an invisible choking cloud. He sniffed and smiled. “That’s you, boy,” he muttered. “Your worthless little existence snuffed out by a nice juicy fart.” Mike, completely constricted, tried hard to thrash and squirm. A few moments later, after attempting a final cry for mercy, he suffocated. When all inside was still, Greg fell fast asleep and began the process of absorbing his butt supper’s nutrients.
On waking up an hour or so later, Greg noticed that Mike was already adding to his muscle bulk and energy levels. He felt on top of the world and at the peak of fitness. He dressed, jumped on his bike and sped off in the direction of home. By the end of the thirty-minute journey his guts had taken all they needed from their meal. Greg made his way to the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and slid out Mike’s unwanted fatty remains in one huge dark length. He wiped his hole, stood up and looked down. “Guess that’s you done, you little fuck,” he muttered with an evil snigger. “I hope you feel okay, whatever you name is, ‘cos you look like shit!” He flushed. “Now get out of here.” As the huge steaming turd disappeared, Greg gave his powerful abs a ‘well done’ rub and decided it was time to catch the game on TV and sink a few well-earned beers.