Inner Thoughts
By Semibu
SIMON: Where the hell am I? I've been walking for nearly two hours.
Nice though the countryside is, I want to go home. My feet! At last,
there's a farmhouse. There's bound to be somebody…
WAYNE: Who the heck's that at the gate? Can't a guy finish his work
and grab some lunch without interruption?
SIMON: Wow! What a physique? Is he naked? No, he's wearing shorts.
Never mind, it's eye candy all the same. I'll shout him.
WAYNE: Tell me he's not coming over. Yep, he's shouting and waving.
He's coming over. What a jerk. Another Mr Average lost the way to the
main drag.
SIMON: The closer I get the better he looks.
WAYNE: He's giving me the eye. Is he lover or lunch? Is he fuck or
food? I could do with servicing. I could do with some nourishment.
Wait until he gets a little closer.
SIMON: Oh my, he's a six-footer! No, seven-footer! He's gorgeous!
WAYNE: He's food.
SIMON: Best tell him my business. I'm feeling a bit nervous. I don't
think I've seen anything so stunning in real life before – videos,
maybe, but never in the flesh. Here goes…
WAYNE: Mr Dullsville! Listen to him. He's nervous. This little man is
in absolute awe of me. I can't say I blame him. I am body perfect.
I'd bugger myself if I could.
SIMON: He's looking me up and down. What's on this brutes mind?
WAYNE: Maybe he could satisfy both appetites. I'll pop the question
now while he's struggling for words. Okay, I don't want to do
anything to him but would he like to do some sucking and licking on
me?
SIMON: Would I like to do what? Play coy. Be calm. Not too eager. Yes
I would, you arrogant bastard!
WAYNE: Good. Now I wonder if he'd mind if I ate him all up after.
SIMON: What a question! This has been my lifelong fantasy. It's like
he knows. Shame it could never happen. What a tease! Be still my
beating heart. Still, at least we can role-play. Yes!
WAYNE: He's so into me he's forgotten he was ever lost. I'll take him
to the barn. I wonder what he's thinking.
SIMON: Imagine being inside a hunk like him! Talk about abs to die
for! Look that bulge down there! Look at those glutes! So long as
I've got a face he's always got somewhere to sit. The barn? Looks
cosy. He keeps smiling at me – this is turning out to be my lucky
day. The guys back home will never believe me. That smile!
WAYNE: I'll just keep on smiling. That's all I have to do: smile, and
these guys melt. I bet he'll do anything I tell him to.
SIMON: I'll do absolutely anything he tells me to. Now I'm up close
I'm maybe having second thoughts about being swallowed for real.
That's just fantasy. Who wants to die and end up as shit, even for
one so beautiful as he? I just like the idea of being completely at a
hunk's mercy. Anyway, this is bound to be over with quickly. I'm sure
he's a busy guy.
WAYNE: I know he's interrupting my work but, as it turns out, he came
along at just the right time. I need to empty my balls and fill my
belly. This wimp can do both. He's following me like a lamb to the
slaughter. Fuck, I'm the best!
SIMON: He's the best! But what does he see in me? I'm so out of
condition. The last time I tried something new in sex it was called
DVD! And what's he, 29? I've got years on him. I'll tell him a bit
about myself.
WAYNE: Older, out-of-shape guys are good lovers, or should I say
slaves? They're always so grateful for anything they can get! Plus,
my metabolism doesn't absorb blubber – I just crap it out. But any
calcium or protein, now, that's all mine. Yeah, the more I think
about it the more I like the idea. What's he been talking about all
this time?
SIMON: I don't think he's heard a word of what I've been saying. He's
obviously too busy thinking about what he's going to have me do. He's
so sweaty! I hope I get to rim him. Imagine him on my face. He'll
weigh a tonne.
WAYNE: Bet he licks butt. I could suffocate a little dork like him.
SIMON: The barn at last. These straw bails look comfortable.
WAYNE: Here we are. Close the door and s-t-r-e-t-c-h seductively
under the skylight.
SIMON: Butterflies, stirrings, erection. He's pulling off those
shorts. I'll strip off too.
WAYNE: Down they come. Get a load of this!
SIMON: Oh! Oh, oh, oh! What a schlong, 11 inches and it's not even
hard!
WAYNE: Hope he doesn't mind a bit of man stink – it's been a long old
day.
SIMON: I can smell it from here – nature's turn-on mechanism. Let me
at it!
WAYNE: Those piggy eyes. He can't wait.
SIMON: Those wolf eyes. He can't wait
WAYNE: Let's get comfortable. Okay, suck and serve, sweetheart.
SIMON: I must not frenzy! I must not frenzy!
WAYNE: Boy, he's going for it big time!
SIMON: He likes it! I'm pleasing him! He's laying back and loving it!
WAYNE: If only he knew what I have planned for him. Hey, this is
taking so long. He just doesn't turn me on – I'll never cum at this
rate. Can't wait - I am starving!
SIMON: He's pulling me away - So soon? I think it must be back door
time!
WAYNE: I'll finish myself off with a right hand job once he's safe
behind these perfect abs. First he can kiss my butt goodbye.
SIMON: He's all over me! Maybe I'm not so bad after all. Yeah, he
can't get enough of me! Serve him! He tastes exquisite. Hey, I can't
breathe!
WAYNE: I can't get enough of him struggling for breath down there!
Just a minute or so more - Let him suffer. I just love this part.
SIMON: Get off me or I'll die!
WAYNE: Better get off him or he'll die.
SIMON: Oh, sweet mercy! Air!
WAYNE: And while he's catching his breath…
SIMON: Why is he lifting me up?
WAYNE: Just stand him up on these bails of straw so his head and
shoulders are mouth height. Look at that little weener. Call that a
dick? That's funny!
SIMON: Now, that's one wide crocodile smile.
WAYNE: Take it easy. I don't want to frighten him. Get a bit closer.
SIMON: Hey, a full on kiss coming! - But what a mouth! - Soft, soft
lips, beautiful teeth, fresh breath. This is the perfect animal.
WAYNE: Time to break the news about the kiss goodbye.
SIMON: He's going to do what?
WAYNE: Time for lunch.
SIMON: Why can't I run? Why am I turned on?
WAYNE: Wait `til he sees this tongue.
SIMON: Oh my goodness, what a massive tongue! It's the stuff of my
dreams.
WAYNE: I'll open up and show him the real serious stuff.
SIMON: Tonsils like cushions! He's laughing! He's pulling me to his
hungry jaws and laughing! Hey, this tongue is disgusting! Oh hell,
that throat! It's a wide as…it's as wide as my shoulders. He could…he
would…His hands are almost crushing my waist. I must beg and plead
for my life! He's lifting me up and…
WAYNE: In goes the head. Listen to him yell! The usual routine: I
slide the tongue under his torso and swiftly heave him in. Let's get
some dribble going here.
SIMON: He can hear me. I know he can hear me. Why doesn't he stop?
His breathing's stopped. I'm sliding. I'm covered in saliva and I'm
sliding towards his gullet. He's eating me - I'm going to die! I
can't control my hard-on and I'm going to die!
WAYNE: He's having a whale of a time. That must be his little dick I
can feel. Tip back the head…
SIMON: This is it…
WAYNE: Relax the gullet…
SIMON: He's going to do it…
WAYNE: Down he slithers…
SIMON: In all my fantasies, I never imagined it all to be so
unceremonious, so vile, so slippery, so tight, so suffocating. I
could die before I reach his stomach!
WAYNE: Swallow hard or he'll die before he reaches the stomach.
This'll squeeze him half to death but you've got to be cruel to be
kind. His fear and suffering is my pleasure. Fuck, I am the best!
SIMON: This is a gulp! He's swallowing me alive and whole! I'm
stuffing his oesophagus! His neck must be so thick by now. Boy, the
air pressure is hurting my ears.
WAYNE: It's about now they start to realise how inferior they are.
They recognise their fate.
SIMON: I'm finished! I'm a big fat nothing! Low self-esteem, a social
misfit, and now nothing more than a snack for the most powerful being
I've ever seen. He's putting me out of my misery.
WAYNE: And just as he thinks he's about to die he slides into my
stomach. Ah, in he goes! A nice snug fit.
SIMON: Oh shit! Upside down! Turn! Turn! Someone help me! Gunk! I'm
going to drown in gunk unless I get the right way up!
WAYNE: That feels so good! Squirm, you looser!
SIMON: I've done it! Respite! I'm okay – covered in gunk, but I'm
okay!
WAYNE: He thinks he's safe. Sucker!
SIMON: Phew, it smells just like the last time I puked. This is acid,
digestive acid. And a tanker-full of bile! This is that bitter smell
when I puked only without the food mixed in. Hey, I'm the fucking
food!
WAYNE: About now he'll start to realise that he's inside the very
body he fell instantly in lust with. About now he'll be feeling
grateful he can even breathe. Better standby for more wriggling.
SIMON: One belch and I'm gone. I beg of you, please don't belch. Then
again, I can't stay here forever…
WAYNE: And just about now…
SIMON: There's only one way out. I'm going to be his shit!
WAYNE: He remembers…
SIMON: And I actually…
WAYNE: He actually licked the asshole that's going to blow him out.
SIMON: I actually licked his ass goodbye!
WAYNE: And here come the final struggles.
SIMON: I'm being squeezed on all sides. I'm being pulled down. I'm
sinking! Why is the air pressure dropping? My ears don't hurt
anymore. What's that sound? His entire stomach is convulsing.
WAYNE: That's better. I like to send them on their way with a long,
wet belch of satisfaction. It's kinda like a big full stop, a last
tormenting farewell.
SIMON: My air supply! He's burped away my lifeline! I'm losing it.
It's so hot in here. Flashbacks of that gigantic throat – the last
thing I saw before being engulfed by his darkness.
WAYNE: Delicious. Not too salty. Not too big. Better throw his
clothes in the back shed with all the others. How many guys have I
eaten this year?
SIMON: Ten minutes ago my feet were aching. Now I can't even feel
them! My head is spinning. I can't move. I'm fading.
WAYNE: A quick jerk off and back to work.
SIMON: I just hope I wake up in a couple of hours and discover that
this has all been a bad dream.
WAYNE: Couple of hours from now and it'll be time to shit out what's
left of this little idiot. All his goodness will be converted into
prime beefcake - More muscle to attract more cock-sucking, ass-
licking meatballs like him. Fuck, I am the best!