Greg's Butt Supper
By: Semibu

To be honest, I'm losing all track of time. One minute we were with these guys in the bar. Next we were getting a ride home and now here I am, naked and flat on my back, on Greg's bed looking at the ceiling while he takes a dump in the nearby bathroom. What a row! He sounds like he's shitting a ton!

"Greg, are you sure you don't mind?"

"Mind what?" He grunts, splatting out another load.

"Me staying here tonight."

"Hell, no dude. You're more than welcome. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I figured I oughta take care o' ya. How much have you taken? Your pupils are like dinner plates."

"Just a couple of tablets, that's all. So where do I sleep?"

"With me. There's nowhere else, bud. You'll just have to excuse me - I ain't had time to shower in three days. I stink, man!"

Greg finishes off in the bathroom, wipes his hole then, without washing his hands, flushes the toilet and wanders through to the bedroom…naked. What a perfect physique. I can't help but stare at the semi-hard length swinging around in front of two mighty spheres. In my wonderfully spaced-out state I can think of no reason not to comment.

"Hello, big boy! What a python, Greg!"

"Pretty mean, eh?" I nod and Greg smiles. "Wanna give it a go?"

"You mean…?"

"Yeah. I'm as sweaty as fuck but if you don't mind I don't mind." He strokes himself into an instant erection as he swaggers tall across from the doorway and over to the bed. "I kinda guessed you'd be in the mood for a little suckin'. My balls could do with a lick round too." He straddles me.

"How did you know?"

"I meet a lot of guys like you down at the gym. If they wanna suck my cock it's okay by me."

"I must join this gym, from what you keep telling' me it sounds like one heck of a place." I get a head-rush. "How do you want me?"

"I lay back and relax and you make yourself comfortable between my legs and suck 'til I say stop. Just do everything I say - I don't want to shoot too soon."

We're soon in position: Greg is flat out with his arms behind his head, and legs open wide and bent at the knees. Me? I'm on all fours like a pig sniffing out truffles as I push my face into his balls and take a few deep breaths. His sack is beautifully soft, sticky and flexible. His manly aromas have me frenzying. I'm soon slobbering over his nuts, running my tongue as far down towards his hole as I can and then up for the big prize: His enormous dick! He was right - he hasn't washed in a while! Maybe the pharmaceuticals are enhancing the moment but these smells and flavours are like nothing I've experienced before in my life. I wish I could take more of this prick but it's just so big. Imagine me, ME, serving Greg! And him enjoying it! I've only known him a few hours! My mouth moves up and down his shaft to the gentle, dreamy rhythm of his soft groans of delight.

"Pull down hard on it and make the helmet shine." I obey. "Get ya tongue in that piss slit!" I obey. "Suck and lick it all clean, real clean. You've got two day's worth of stale piss and old jizz cheese to get through. Keep suckin', boy!" I obey. "Okay, better take a rest or I'm gonna shoot my wad."

As my lips pull away his throbbing member slaps back onto his toned belly. I flop forward in total euphoria and bury my face into his pubic forest as I run my upturned hand between the mattress and his buns. He raises his pelvis a little, allowing my fingers to explore further.

"You want some ass action?" Greg's voice is as soft and inviting as his backside.

"Oh, yeah!" I look up with a smile. "Ass action, yeah!"

"Some real serious ass action?"

"You name it, Greg. Looks like you're the boss tonight. I'm just here to please."

"Okay, dude. Sit up and get your toes under my balls, boy." I obey. "Now let those little pinkies follow the line of my crack." I obey. This is weird - not what I had in mind but who am I? "Nice and warm down there, eh?"

I just grin. Still flat on his back, Greg raises his legs and pulls his knees to his chest. Wow, Greg's huge sweaty hole! It looks delicious. I so want to just dive down and French kiss it until I'm blue in the face but, as I head-rush again, Greg has other anal ideas.

"Like what you see?"

"Yeah, man. You sure know how to tease a guy!"

"Who's teasin'? It's all for you, fella." He assures me. "Go on, boy, push your feet into the chocolate starfish and see how hot it feels." There's now a mischievous tone to his voice.

I'm not sure what kind of buzz he gets from this freaky stuff but here goes. I bring my ankles together and press my feet against his moist clenched pucker. There's total resistance at first so I wriggle my toes some, just to see if I can stimulate a little relaxation down there. Suddenly Greg gives and enthusiastic growl. His once tight hole is now open for business and I've successfully penetrated him up to my heels. This is too wild! Hey, I'm in halfway up my calves! His ring seems to be tensing up and then slacking. Every time it slacks I can push in a little further!

"Fuckin' good trick, eh?"

"Greg, this is unbelievable. You're so hot and wet in there! What a gorgeous sensation! The walls feel so smooth! I just love how they cling and twitch."

"Wanna get deeper, really feel inside me?"

"Oh, yeah! Let's do that thing!"

I can no longer stay upright and fall onto my back as Greg gradually inches his rear up my legs, to my knees and beyond. I'm looking down my horizontal body and watching the slow advance. Occasionally a trickle of brown or mucus drips upon my skin around the point of entry and disappears within as I progress with a succession of quiet squelches. I experience another head-rush. This is so good! With his legs still raised aloft Greg grabs his buttocks and pulls them as far apart as is possible. As he does so, he gyrates his pelvis. His ravenous ring slides tenderly over my testicles and penis. I giggle as I watch them sinking in. So far things have been all so gentle, with much heavy breathing and panting of delight from both sides. Now it all takes a sinister turn for the worst. His ring is like a pair of pursed lips as it slurps me in up to my middle.

"Gotcha now, loser!"

"Hey, Greg! How are you doing this? I can't believe this is happening!"

"Sure this is happenin'! My ass is having you for supper. I'm takin' ya in, dude!"

If only I hadn't taken the ecstasy - maybe I'd have the energy to break away. I can't even panic! I can't even get angry! I just feel nervous and helpless. Hell, he's moving his legs. Now his heels are pushing down onto the top of my head, forcing me. He's sucked me in to my chest. His huge balls are hanging just inches from my face, bouncing as he begins to jerk himself off!

"Greg! What's happening to me?"

"I told ya, my ass is having you for supper! You're being swallowed alive by my butt, I'm gonna drag you up into my guts and turn you into fat steamin' log o' shit. Then, tomorrow sometime, I'll just blow you out and wave farewell as I flush you away." He starts to laugh. "Maybe I'll slide you out down the gym toilets. That way the guys can take a look at what I did to you before I pull the handle. Man, I can almost hear their roars of laughter!"

"Greg, please think about this!"

"What's to think about? You heard me taking dump a while back, didn't ya?"

"Sure but…"

"Well, I was clearing out my bowels to make room for you. Now, do me a favour, ass-wipe, put your arms by your side and slide your hands in."

Perhaps it was another badly-timed head-rush, perhaps it was fear but I soon find myself doing as I am told and, with a manipulating twist of his hips and a rasp of escaping gasses, being drawn in swiftly to my shoulders.

"Hey, sorry about the fart, man," he gloats, fanning himself against the smell. "Still, better get used to this perfume now, boy, 'cos it's gonna fuckin' stink of it where you're goin'. You'll be living on my farts before I suffocate you and turn you into shit!" He gives a long determined grunt and then a sigh of relief. "Phew, like I always say, the shoulders are always the worst!"

Time and fear would seem to have washed away much of the effects of my foolish dose. Only now can I get to grips with the realities of this horrifying situation: So a couple of hours ago I was having a drink when I bump into some guys from the local gym. Got talking to this Greg dude and, worried I might be too much under the influence to take care of myself, he gets us a ride back to his place. He says I can stay. Now he's lying there with his legs in the air and with my head poking out from between his powerful glutes. He's sucking me up his ass! His butt is having me for supper! I'm being squeezed all over by the tight, smooth, slippery walls of his shitter!

"Greg! Please don't take me in any further. Another couple of inches and I'm a gonna!"

"What's wrong, ass-wipe, don't you like being at the mercy of my fudge tunnel? My guts not good enough for you? Don't you wanna be a big fat steaming shit log?"

"No, of course I don't!" His sphincter is almost strangling me. "You can't do this to me!"

"Let's just take a few moments to discuss this while I finish jerking off." I peer up at his sweaty spheres moving around in his bag as a row of white knuckles pump hard at his manhood. He continues. "So there's you, just an orgasm away from being swallowed alive by my man eating rear, and you're telling me what I can and can't do?"

"Greg, listen. I'm pleading for my life! I'm begging you for mercy! Don't pull me in any further, please!"

"I'm gonna cum!"

He's really gasping.

"And when I do cum, I just won't be able to stop myself-from-suckin'-you-all-the-way-inside. Ahhh!"

As he climaxes he pushes his dick forward. A multitude of spurts form a vertical grey fountain, shooting into the air, falling onto his balls and dripping into my eyes and lips. I splutter against the salty taste and heavy smell. I blink trying to clear my eyes. With this spectacular ejaculation comes the moment I have been dreading: His entire body flexes with untold pleasure. The muscular tunnel hugging my body ripples and pulls. His damp puckered ring slips over my ears and begins to close and tighten over my face. A sudden, all-engulfing slurp and I am in complete darkness, every part of my body squeezed into submission by his almighty rectum. Every inch of my skin is smothered in a thick sticky layer of excrement. His muscles drag me deeper and deeper as I struggle for freedom and gasp for air - breathing his farts as he converts my pathetic little life into a shit log.

The End