Great Scott!
By: Undersavage

Two lonely guys in a crowded room…

Friday night. Standing in his regular spot with his broad back to the hubbub, Scott raised his pint glass and swigged the remains of his Europiss beer. Tony the barman was already asking him if he wanted another before the empty vessel had left his lips. He nodded without speaking.

“Tony,” said the guy shuffling up and nudging Scott. “Give me another one, will you.”

“Just serving this gentleman, Shane,” Tony insisted, hoping that the bigger guy wouldn’t take umbrage. “Won’t be a moment.”

“Sorry, mate,” Shane smiled as he looked up into seemingly aggressive eyes set in a street-hardened face. “You carry on.” There was an uncomfortable pause, mercifully filled by the distorting jukebox and sundry squawks and chuckles piercing the smoky rhubarb-rhubarb. There was no return smile. In fact, no discernable expression at all. Shane decided to look away, his attentions turning to the nicotine-tinted mirrors falling ceiling to bench behind the shelves at the back of the bar. Although partially obscured by a clutter of optics, bottles and glasses of all shapes and sizes, he saw his own sheepish face looking back. He could also see that the man next to him was a clear foot taller than him and built like a tank! He wasn’t particularly good-looking, but he was, in his reserved silence, incredibly sexy. Shane broke out in a momentary hot flush when their eyes met in the dulled reflection. “I didn’t mean to jump ahead of you.”

“It’s okay,” Scott said, at last grinning. “I won’t eat you, you know.”

“You know something?” Shane replied, taking his stare from the mirrors and again looking up at the real thing. “Sometimes I wish somebody would – just open up and swallow me down. I mean for real.”

“Sounds like you’re an unhappy boy. Can I buy you a beer? I’m Scott, by the way.”

“Yes I am, and yes you can, and hello Scott!”

The fifteen or so minutes up to closing time seemed to bolt by. The two strangers appeared to have many things in common, if not stature. Nice homes? Yes. Good jobs with prospects? Yes. Stable relationships and sexual fulfilment? No. Lonely? Yes! Despite so many sudden revelations, Shane was ever-cautious. He was the master of negotiating such conversations without setting off any anti-homo alarms. But on this occasion he simply couldn’t decide whether it’d be safe to pop the big question. But, as Tony rang the closing time bell to a customary en-mass drone of disapproval, it was Scott who made the move.

The semi-drunken stroll to Scott’s place was brief. But time enough to lung-up with smoke-free air, and to continue meandering casually through this most unexpected of discussions. The most poignant moment of this A to B journey was when crossing the main road: Scott took Shane by the arm and ushered him safely to the other side. Shane almost laughed, and very nearly explained to Scott that he had seen these speeding horseless carriages before, and even owned one! But then he recognised Scott’s desire to protect. This felt good. And the night would continue to be bursting with the unexpected.

There is a fair sprinkling of clichés in the gay world: “I promise not to cum in your mouth” is possibly top of the list with, “Do you come here often?” a close second. And lurking somewhere in the Top Ten is the famous old, “I don’t usually do this kind of thing.” So the latter came as no big surprise to Shane’s ears. However, being kissed full-on the moment they entered the hallway of Scott’s unremarkable terrace house did. The big guy’s embrace was not to be resisted. Shane allowed himself to weaken, just to feel those huge arms wrapping him up and holding him close as Scott’s slippery tongue probed and shoved. Shane was instantly erect, and offered no argument as to why they shouldn’t now be heading to the bedroom.

Saturday morning. Shane’s eyelids fluttered and opened. It took him a moment to recall the night before. It had been hours of lustful abandon with barely a single activity left unexplored. His testicles ached. His buttocks and sphincter were bruised. His pride had been washed away in a golden monsoon. But he was safe in powerful arms. And just for the moment, he didn’t want to disturb his muscular master. He remained perfectly still, synchronising his breathing with that of the chest keeping warm the back of his neck. He felt so small. And far from the dangers of the terrible world outside. He drifted into a light slumber.

“Don’t tell anyone.” Breakfast in the tiny kitchen had been going well until now. Shane felt disappointed. Scott munched on his toast and slurped his tea. “I’d like to see you again. If you want to see me. I’d just prefer it if we kept it to ourselves.”

“Of course I want to see you again!” Shane was surprised that there would be any doubting the matter. “But I wasn’t about to run into the street and tell the entire world that I’ve just fallen for the sexiest, dirtiest man in town!” Shane got up from the table and headed for the door. “I’ve got to go into work – just for a couple of hours. If I work a short shift on a Saturday I get Monday off.”

“Right.” Scott scratched his now-stubbly chin. He seemed suddenly disinterested. “Sorry if I’ve pissed you off.”

“Scott, you smothered me, you fucked me, you choked me, you nearly drowned me…” Shane was hoping for some favourable reaction before he left. “Please don’t be sorry about anything. You gave me the time of my life! But now it’s like, I don’t know, like you’re ashamed or something.”

“Hey,” Scott now wore a naughty grin. “You’ve got that look on your face.” He didn’t wait for Shane to ask: “When you wish someone would open up and swallow you for real.”

“Have I?” Shane blushed. “What made you bring up that again?”

“It’s just the way you told me last night in the bar – Me, a complete stranger, and you, in a round about way, asking me to eat you alive. It just felt so weird. But I liked that!” Shane didn’t interrupt Scott’s flow. “I realise I may not be the prettiest guy in the city but nobody ever comes over to me and strikes up a conversation. Everybody’s scared of me - apart from you. And you trust me.” Shane nodded, his fingers slipped away from the door handle. There was a long silence before Scott continued: “And in the bedroom, all the time I was kissing you, I just wanted to suck you in and gulp you down. I wanted to feel you trapped inside me.”

“Oh, man!” Shane shook his head and looked to the ceiling. “It’s like you’re reading my mind, Scott. This is getting spooky!”

“You do want it as much as me, though? Don’t you?”

“And more!” Shane confessed. “This has been my life-long fantasy. But that’s just all it is and all it can ever be.”

“I can do it,” Scott mumbled. “I’m sure I can. Look at me, Shane.” His voice remained hushed but his delivery ever-stern. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone quite like you before. And I need to keep you all to myself. Maybe that’s why I just can’t help wanting to swallow you up. It’s like so nobody else can have you.”

“But how are we going to pull it off?” Shane’s desperation confirmed his commitment to the proposition. “Either you get bigger or I get smaller.”

“Leave it with me.” Scott insisted. “Now, you’re going to be late for work. See you at, say, nine tonight?”

“I want this so bad!”

Although only a short stint, Shane’s shift seemed to drag on for an eternity. His concentration was in tatters as his mind re-ran the previous night’s exploits, and his kitchen conversation with the horniest brute he’d ever blown. Sure, Scott had a big sexy mouth. But no way could he take a guy alive! Maybe he was cannibal – the kind you read about in the papers! Or perhaps he did have a trick up his sleeve. More likely he was just playing games. But what games! Ever-lurking was the temptation to sneak off to the gents toilets for a secret wank as he imagined himself safely curled up in Scott’s warm tummy. But he resisted, even later on, when freshening up in the privacy of his own bathroom and wondering what to wear.

Scott had thrown away his tea and half-eaten toast the moment Shane had gone. He wanted to stay hungry. He spent the afternoon flitting from chemists to health food stores, snapping up a carefully considered collection of pills, powders and supplements – all of which might, just might become extremely potent when added to a few drops of something special he’d been keeping in his bedside cabinet since a dodgy drugs deal last spring. And all he could think of was little Shane. Shane the kisser. Shane the cock sucker. Shane the rimmer. Shane the fuck. Shane the guy he so wanted to devour and digest. Scott was so dreading a last-minute phone call to say he was dropping out!

Saturday night. Scott was in his bedroom, drawing the curtains, adjusting the lighting, and wondering if he should select a few CDs to play. He glanced at the radio clock on the cabinet. It was too late to shower. Shane would just have to put up with a little sweat and stink. He wouldn’t mind that. Not after all the things he did last night! He looked around the room. It was still untidy but it’d do. This wasn’t the Ideal Homes Exhibition, after all. He caught himself in the full-length mirror, lifted his t-shirt and flexed his abdominals. Shane would feel just perfect in there – struggling and dying. Then Shane would be all his. The doorbell rang. “Just a minute!” Scott lunged over the bed, pulled a plastic drinks bottle from the cabinet draw and swigged its contents, grimacing from the bitter aftertaste. He flung the empty bottle back in the draw and hurried downstairs.

“Am I too early? Umph!” Shane was tugged into the hallway, the front door was kicked shut and, just as before, Scott was hugging and kissing him passionately. “Scott! Oh, man! I’ve been going crazy all day. I couldn’t stop thinking about you! Umph!”

“Get upstairs and get naked!” Scott had an almost frightening urgency in his voice. “It’s happening!”

“What’s happening?”

The two almost flew to the bedroom. Disrobing was but a few short seconds of fumbling and ripping before they fell naked onto the mattress, Shane beneath Scott. Scott wrapped his legs tightly about Shane’s and began to lick and kiss his face frantically. Tugging hair, they panted and groaned into one another’s elated expressions as their tongues wrestled like a pair of sumo slugs. They were soon both fully erect, although Scott’s meat felt even fatter than on the previous night. In fact, Shane couldn’t help but notice Scott’s shoulders being broader. And his biceps somehow firmer. When Scott sat up and straddled him, Shane realised that his partner had grown all over! His pectorals! His thighs! And, as Scott turned around, his rear! Scott reached back, parted his cheeks and slid his hole over Shane’s mouth and ground down hard. Shane had a million questions, but they would have to wait for a while as Scott demanded anal attention: “Worship and serve!” he laughed. “C’mon, Shane! Give it some! Lick deep, fucker!”

Shane, his face all but lost in the musky crack, thrashed wildly as he gasped for air. Scott broke away, but the hapless licker’s relief was short- lived as he was tossed like a rag doll into the next submissive position: Between those enormous thighs and blowing the candle. Scott was in heaven as he lay back and looked down at his little pal working. “And don’t forget my nuts!”

Although he was clearly out of his depth, Shane spent time doing all he could to satisfy. And Scott really had bulked up. His smelly dick was surely twelve inches long, and had a set of testicles to match! “What have you done?” Shane dared to ask. “How is this happening? Don’t hurt me, Scott!” No matter how freaky the scene, Shane was uncontrollably aroused by this giant. Scott decided it’d be best to calm things down a notch and let Shane relax and take in some man-stink. Shane responded by tenderly kissing around the throbbing member and sticky sac. “I love you, man.”

“Ease off a little or I’m going to chuck my wad.” Scott reached down and ran his big fingers through Shane’s sweat-wet hair. “I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just like I want you so much.” He pre-empted a barrage of questions. “I know what you’re asking yourself. But this is just carrying on from where we left off this morning.” Shane pulled himself forward and pushed his face into a damp pubic nest and listened. “It’ll be easy. And you want this so bad, remember?”

“Are you going to do it? Swallow me?” Shane calculated that Scott would now be ceiling height were he to stand. He shivered. “And you’ll keep me safe inside you?” There was an uncomfortable silence.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves two very different agendas.” After a moment or two of shuffling and clumsy uncomfortable manoeuvring, Scott was sitting on the floor, his back against the bed, and with Shane kneeling between his legs and looking deeply into his eyes. “You want to be swallowed alive and curled up inside me where you’ll be safe and warm forever. I’ll be your protector and home.” Shane agreed with half a smile. “But I want to swallow you and feel you struggle, suffocate and die! That way, nobody else can have you. You’re my little man.” Shane was horrified. Scott wore a smirk on his rough face. “Just feeling you in my guts. Just knowing that I’ve got you!” He began masturbating with one hand and grabbed Shane’s hair, forcing him down to suck with the other. “And tomorrow morning! Pushing you out! Yeah,” he continued with menacing glee. “My arsehole opening up and letting you drop down the pan! Fuck!” he bellowed. “You, just a few imperial pounds of squishy brown shit!” His broad shoulders rocked as he laughed. “Swallow this and then I’ll swallow you!” He took a deep breath and exhaled with a sigh, squirting his creamy load into Shane. The dizzy victim drank it all, pulled back and gasped. “Hey, sperm-breath,” Scott’s eyes were devil-red. “Fancy taking a look before you go in?”

As it opened for inspection, Scott’s distorted mouth was caught perfectly by the 40-watt bulb in the bedside lamp with its dented skewed shade. The lower jaw dropped. The dark-pink tongue sprawled and dripped. “See,” asserted Shane, in a quivering, high-pitched tone. “I’ve been waiting for you all my life.” He felt Scott’s hands behind his head. “Big and strong and mean. But not mean to me! No! Somebody to take care of me - take me in.” He was being drawn toward the gape of his dreams. “Someone I can have faith in. Like my own private super hero.” Scott’s mouth was vast and beautiful. It was everything Shane had jerked off to since ever he could jerk off: Huge, hot and hungry. Scott’s throat was at full-stretch and as inviting an image as Shane had ever seen. As he had done in the hallway the night before, he felt himself weaken to Scott’s power. “I love you, man.”

Scott had heard enough of Shane’s inane ramblings. He had to claim his prize! And he was starving! He closed his mighty hands around Shane’s arms and sides and pulled. Shane’s face was thrust into the rasping surface of Scott’s thickly-slimed tongue. Still clinging to hope, a distressed little man advanced without protest into the powerful confines of a determined oesophagus. Suddenly everything was in tight spasm, dreadfully hot, and all-lubricating. Although far from anything they could have envisaged, this process felt alarmingly natural.

Nigh suffocation, utter confusion, and then home at last! Shane was where he’d always wanted to be: A sexy man’s stomach. Scott’s stomach. Safe and warm. No, hot and squashed and squirming in juice! The stench in here! Absolute darkness! Solitude! Panic! Roll over or drown in this gunk! “Scott!” Shane wriggled and squirmed in his reeking muscular tomb. So this is what being in a stomach really feels and smells like! “Scott! Help me, Scott! You’re suffocating me!”

Scott was again lying back on the bed. His contorted belly rippled as its contents settled. Shane was all his. Nobody could interfere or take him away. A distraught kick from within told Scott that he was now returning to his normal dimensions. Good news for him. Bad news for Shane, who would soon be squeezed into a merciful oblivion.

“I still love you, man!”

Scott liberated a belch, the volume and duration of which surprised even him. “Time to die for me, Shane!” His Sunday morning bowel evacuation was to be particularly satisfying. “You’re a real big stink for a little guy!”

The End