Lenny: Six Feet, Eight Inches
By: Undersavage

Although he had the entire day to kill, Stan was scurrying around the crowded streets, peering into this shop window and darting into that store. His spending cash was burning a hole in his pocket. It was nearly one o’clock and he’d bought nothing. He wanted a new shirt, and maybe some shoes. And something loud to make his ears ring. But he left Music Discount Heaven empty handed. He’d concluded that all compilation CDs were exactly the same tracks but in a slightly different order. He hurried back onto the main street and glanced at his watch. This momentary lapse in concentration had him collide square on with a broad chest. His right leg gave way. But before he could collapse in a heap on the sidewalk he was wrapped in two strong arms.

“I gotcha!”

“Sorry, buddy,” Stan blurted. He looked up into a friendly smile and happy eyes. “Ouch!”

“What is it? Am I hurting you?”

“My ankle!” Stan exclaimed, still safe in the stranger’s hold.

“I’m Lenny.” Lenny’s grasp had turned into a hug! “Let me help you…umm…”

“Sorry, I’m Stan.”

“Well, let me help you, Stan,” Lenny suggested, with the cutest grin Stan could ever recall seeing. “Let’s get you someplace where you can sit down.”

“Thanks, Lenny.” Stan winced as he hobbled alongside his hero, who was now on his right hand side and offering support. “I think it’s just twisted. I’m so sorry about all this.”

“It’s okay, man.” Lenny chuckled to reassure the casualty. “Really, it’s just fine.”

This hadn’t been the kind of introduction to a sexy six-footer Stan would have wished for. But, hey, it was an introduction nonetheless! And he felt instantly secure with Lenny. He was vibrant, strong and had an air of worldliness about him. The two zigzagged their way through the frantic shoppers and turned into a quiet side street. It was here that Lenny suggested that Stan went with him to his apartment and rested there a while. He explained that he was on his lunch break and didn’t live far – just a couple of minutes and an elevator ride away. Stan agreed without hesitation. They spent the short journey finding out a little about each other. Stan explained that he had a day off and had intended to spend, spend, spend, and Lenny was just taking an hour off away from the office for lunch. He only worked a couple of blocks away and could never bring himself to part with good folding stuff to buy second rate fast food. After all, he worked hard for the money!

“Allied Dynamic is a great company,” Lenny said as they entered his tidy apartment. “Good pay, terrific team, plenty of vacation time. But the restaurant is the pits!” He guided Stan over to the couch and sat him down carefully. “And I need my food!” Next, and much to Stan’s surprise, he sat down beside him. “Lay back and put your feet over me. I’ll get these shoes off you and see what the damage is.”

“Sorry, Lenny,” Stan said quietly. “Sorry about all this trouble.”

“Like I said, it’s no trouble and stop telling me you’re sorry!”

“Sorry.” He apologised for saying sorry by saying sorry yet again and decided to change the subject as his shoes dropped to the floor and Lenny began to gently massage the now-bruised ankle. “Nice place you’ve got here.” He was feeling a little embarrassed at receiving such hospitality and attention from a guy he’d only met ten minute ago. “Am I keeping you from lunch?”

“Don’t worry about me. Let’s take care of you.” Lenny gently moved Stan’s legs and stood up. “I’ll fix you a drink with some pain killers.”

He returned from the kitchen with a tumbler of purple liquid. It didn’t look at all appetising. But considering all that Lenny had done for him, Stan didn’t wish to offend. He took a sip of what he’d expected to be something vaguely fruity. Instead it smacked of salt. He drank it down and stretched out his legs. Lenny knelt beside him. It was then that they made proper eye contact for the first time. There was an uncomfortable silence. Lenny’s eyes were clear and deep. Stan’s were wide with sudden lust. A swarm of nervous butterflies fluttered inside him as fought the temptation of saying sorry for the fifteenth time.

“How’s that ankle?” Lenny enquired.

“Still sore. What was in that drink?”

“Ha! Maybe I should have warned you that it’s kinda yucky!” Lenny laughed. “It takes about ten minutes or so before you get the full effect.” He raised an eyebrow. “How about something to take your mind off things while it kicks in?”

“Like what?” Stan was feeling decidedly excited. Lenny pulled off his t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. Stan said nothing as he glanced across and up and down the young man’s wonderful physique. “Oh, you mean…” Stan was feeling a little hot under the collar.

“I just thought you might enjoy a little afternoon delight.” Lenny smiled and unfastened his belt. “Just ten minutes or so while the pharmaceuticals are getting into your bloodstream?”

“I’m not very experienced,” confessed Stan. “I don’t want to disappoint you…”

“Look, man,” Lenny wore a soothing expression as he stood up and dropped his jeans. “It’s just you and me. You have nothing to prove. It’s just a few moments of innocent pleasure while you relax and I psych myself up for something tasty to ease my ferocious appetite.”

In no time at all their clothes were abandoned in a heap on the carpet. Stan felt inadequate and nervous as Lenny stroked himself up into a long thick erection. This was the stuff of Stan’s wildest dreams. But he knew in his heart of hearts that fact and fantasy would always be poles apart. Could this really be happening? As he was straddled by the horny young man, Stan’s heart was thumping. Lenny’s skin was smooth and warm. His huge balls moving gently in their sweaty sac and inching ever-closer as a clenched fist tugged rhythmically on the dripping blue-veined monster. As Lenny advanced up his chest, Stan inhaled the all-enveloping aroma of manliness and was soon smothered by irresistible sexuality.

The guy on top began to grind down with all his weight. Although Stan could hardly breathe, he licked and kissed with uncontrollable vigour. Dissatisfied, Lenny pulled back, angled his dick and thrust it between Stan’s lips, smiling as he watched his latest slave sucking it clean. He began to thrust his pelvis, fucking Stan’s mouth as he squirmed beneath him. Stan needed air! He tried to retreat but had nowhere to go. He was trapped. His eyes watered. He thrashed his legs in protest until Lenny withdrew. But before Stan could speak, Lenny had turned around and was sitting down on his captive’s face, his sphincter pressed firmly against his mouth. Stan realised that he had little or no control – Lenny was the boss. His mind was a tangle of emotions. What had he let himself in for? Should he try to break free? Should he just do as he was expected? And what did he know about this animal? Nothing! But he was licking his ass and being jerked off! Lenny just adored the sounds of Stan’s laboured inhalations, cutting off his air now and then just to relish his panic and fear. Suddenly, Lenny dismounted and was once again kneeling by the sofa.

“Hey, what do you know!” he exclaimed. “Looks like I’ve got myself a shrinker for lunch!”

“Lenny!” gasped Stan, flat on his back and eyes wide. “What’s happened to me?” He began to run his hands over his body, eventually reaching his own erection. “What have you done to me?”

“I’ve shrunk you for lunch!”

“Lenny!” Stan sat up and looked around. “Fuck!” He was tiny – just a few inches tall. “What’s the game, Lenny?”

“No game, pal,” Lenny smirked. “I’m gonna swallow you…ALIVE!” Stan tried to get up on his feet. But he was too dizzy, and his ankle, although no longer painful, gave way. He flopped down against a cushion, sniffing himself. He stank of Lenny’s sweat and musk. “That’s right, little fella,” Lenny roared. “You smell like my dick! But I’ll eat you up anyhow.”

“No!”

“Look, man,” Lenny snapped as he reached down and snatched up his meal. “You’re a useless cock sucker, your sac licking talents are zero and you have no idea how to butt worship. You’re worthless!” He held Stan to his mouth. “The only thing you’re good for is a quick and easy snack.”

“Lenny, I’m scared!” Stan’s stare was fixed on Lenny’s big soft lips. Lenny gulped a few times before opening wide and belching into his face. The wet rasp was deafening. “Fuck!” Stan was horrified. “That’s gross!”

“Better get used to it,” smiled Lenny. “It’s where you’re heading!”

“No!” Stan was desperate. “Don’t eat me! Please don’t eat me!”

“Man, that’s beautiful,” announced Lenny. “A little eight-inch guy pleading for his worthless jack shit little life just before I suck him in and gulp him!” Stan peered down at the distant carpet and then up into Lenny’s eyes, searching for mercy. Lenny continued: “You don’t get it this good on Animal Planet!”

“Lenny!”

“It’s like you’re the injured prey and I’m the hungry predator. This is nature, man! I’m gonna swallow you!”

“Lenny, I’ll suffocate! I’ll die if you swallow me!”

“So there I am walking down the street wondering what I’m gonna have for lunch and you walk right into my arms and right onto the fuckin’ menu! I take one look at you and just imagine you suffering inside my guts!” Lenny was jubilant. “You couldn’t get me off by sucking my dick, licking my nuts, even serving my ass – but, boy, will I jerk off feeling you getting trashed behind my abs!”

“Lenny,” Stan snivelled. “Give me another chance! I was just nervous. I’ll suck your dick! I’ll kiss your nuts! I’ll lick your hole! I’ll give it everything! Sorry I let you down! Sorry!”

“Ah, the little man who can’t stop saying sorry.”

“Don’t, please don’t!”

Lenny lowered his catch to his hardened penis, rolling back his foreskin and pressing the purpled dome against the small, worried face. Tenderly, he then rubbed him up across his washboard abdominals, pectorals, and neck. Stan was pressed firmly against the latter as Lenny swallowed hard. To the eight-inch loser, the gulping mechanism was a terrifying sensation to behold. Lenny’s Adam’s apple forced its way up and then dropped back into place. Stan, hearing what seemed like a gallon of spit rushing down, could only imagine what it would all be like on the inside. He was soon to find out. Drunk with excitement, Lenny tightened his grasp and held aloft his tearful lunch. Stan was now far too afraid to even consider speech.

“Just thought you might like to know,” Lenny blurted. “Once you’re inside me I’ll jerk off - just to finish what you couldn’t even start. Then, as you’re getting used to the idea of being my next dump, I’ll head back to work.” He began to lower Stan toward his hungry mouth. “Hey, you may still be alive when I get back to my desk!” He laughed. “Think about that!” Lenny’s every word was delivered on a cloud of steaming breath. “You still alive in my guts and me just carrying on with my work like nothing ever happened!”

Lenny opened wide. Instantly, Stan realised that he was simply food for the giant’s cruel amusement. The mouth’s interior was nothing short of stunning – an inviting expanse of hot deadly pink, edged with sinister molars, canine swords and bicuspids. The thick rippling tongue was easily the size of Stan’s trembling torso, and awash with lubricating saliva as it lunged up from its cosy resting place, hauling wide the arch to a most hideous throat – a throat that would speed him down to an untimely death. Dribble strung between the roof of the mouth and surrounding soft flesh glistened and oozed. Stan wished he could find the words to convince Lenny to spare his life. But he remained silent as his adrenalin-fuelled heart pumped faster and faster. A failed cock sucker, a failed ass licker, and only eight inches tall: What could he possibly say that would be of interest to his ravenous tormentor?

Lenny groaned with absolute delight as his meal dropped face-down on his raging tongue. The hungry hunk always enjoyed ridding the world of shrunken losers. He was, in his mind, just cleaning up. And this was a guy most happy as he executed his duties – and his reluctant fodder. Stan’s continued silence spoke volumes. Lenny had convinced himself that this delicious little man had somehow come to terms with his inferiority and pointless existence. But Stan wanted so to live. He really did want to please his master. He’d been given the chance to serve and please but messed up. Now he was paying the price – as living meat.

Lenny threw back his head, relaxing his throat and gullet, and felt squirming Stan slipping down with total ease. Plunged into absolute darkness and completely disoriented, Stan did nothing to resist the persistent drag and might of peristalsis. With his entire body hugged and sucked by the suffocating tunnel of Lenny’s powerful oesophagus, Stan spluttered and gasped for breath. He fell into the ruthless confines of a most empty stomach. The air was heavy with the stench of digestive acids. He thrashed helplessly in the blackness, foolishly dowsing himself in Lenny’s destructive gastric juices. The prison walls twitched and rumbled, positioning the inmate for the big kill. Lenny’s subsequent belch finished the job admirably. Okay, so he wouldn’t be sitting at his desk with a living victim inside him. But he still had that dump to look forward to. And there was nothing Lenny liked more than turning a loser into a nice plump piece of shit. Lenny masturbated before dressing and heading back to work.

Stan hadn’t been the first. He most certainly wouldn’t be the last. If only they would all leave behind a wad of spending cash! A few hours later and Lenny was still a handsome sexy dude. Stan was looking and smelling somewhat less attractive.

The End