Stomach
By: Semibu
Okay, so I was eyeing up a hunk way out of my league. But who wouldn't fall for
that powerful young frame, those piercing blue eyes, the swept back dark blond hair
and that welcoming smile? That smile! The women all love him and gay customers
could be eating sawdust for all the notice they pay to their meals when he's
serving. Even the straight guys take a jealous second glance. How could anyone go
around being so handsome and so sexy without a license? It was love at first sight,
for me, anyway.
He didn't notice me at first. Why should he? But just a few hours ago, on my
fourth or fifth visit, he afforded me a smile as he delivered my order and poured
me another glass of Californian pink. I caught a glimpse of his name badge and
asked James how he was. I can't remember his half-mumbled reply. I was too busy
swooning. Too busy soaking up the magnificence of his height and the breadth of his
shoulders. I didn't care about the age gap, cultural differences or upbringing. I
simply wanted James in my life. Now my life is in James.
As I listen to the healthy pound of his heart, the rushing of his warm breath and
the audible intimacies of his immaculate torso, I recall once thinking that I could
never be too close to James. I had even dared to fantasise that all this heartbeat
and breathing stuff might one night be mine as I lay next to him in his room above
the diner. I held in my mind a vision of idyllic après-sex. He would be de-spermed
and truly satisfied. I would be wrapped in his arms and held safe and warm until
the break of dawn. I'd give the occasional, helpless groan and he'd kiss the back
of my neck as he tightened his protective grasp. He might even whisper 'Don't be
afraid, it's alright' as I snuggled up all safe and sound.
But James is a hungry, hungry boy. He has more desperate admirers and more sexual
encounters than his 23-year-old balls can deal with. What on earth would he want
with the likes of me? I wasn't sure what was going on at first. Yes, I had
dispatched a few chilled glasses of my favourite tipple, but I was by no means
intoxicated. Then, just as I thought I had won the grand prize, just as I was
preparing to drop to my knees before this Temple of Good Looks and worship the
Candle of Youth and Beauty, he seemed to…I don't know, flex, grow, expand,
something. I was lost in expectation. Anything James wanted I wanted. Perhaps
that's why I offered no resistance. Perhaps that's why I obeyed his instructions
to relax and enjoy. Perhaps that's why James is all around me now.
Everything I see, touch, taste, and smell is James. Actually, I can't see anything
at all. It's pitch black in here. In fact, the last sight I beheld was the
dilation of his vast drenched throat. I feel smooth, muscular walls and a gentle
stinging in my half-closed eyes and against my skin – but nothing more
uncomfortable than profound claustrophobia. Taste and smell have merged into one
vile acidic stench. I wonder how one so beautiful could possibly be responsible for
such an unpleasant, foul-smelling bodily function. Surely the digestion of living
meat should be left to the sharks and the reptiles! But James is quite the
charismatic animal. His alimentary canal is as vicious and as efficient as that of
any other man-eater. This is nature, survival of the fittest. I now wish I hadn't
studied human biology. At least then I couldn't imagine my impending fate. I am
his food and have been sacrificed so that he may continue in all his glory. He has
rather proved what I have always suspected: He is infinitely superior to me.
An hour ago, when he climbed into bed, I had hoped I would be beside him, not
inside him. But since I am now here, imprisoned by his might and majesty, I am
grateful to have kissed his tongue, felt his tonsils against my face and satisfied
his appetite. Being swallowed alive isn't an option I had ever considered. But
there's obviously something programmed into every living creature that eases the
terror of being devoured alive and whole. It was all engulfing experience, and most
sensual in its cruel, tender ferocity. James will show me no mercy. He will go to
work tomorrow afternoon with a sinister secret silent behind his belly button. Me.