Streets of Hollywood I
By: Voreboy

When most think if Hollywood CA, they imagine the utmost Glamour of the entertainment industry. Celebrities, theater, and shopping are what the media fill our naieve minds. Now, don't get me wrong, Hollywood is a wonderfull district of Los Angels, but don't be fooled-it's small, it's expensive and most people who migrate here either end up homeless or moving back to their native towns. That's how I got here anyway.

My name is William, but I usually just go by Will. I'm 6'0 tall, I weigh 250 pounds and I'm half Black and half Mexican. I have a shaved head and my skin tone is a very light brown. I have a football players build (I played from elementary school up until college) and at the moment I'm sport'n a small round gut. BTW I'm 25. Now, I had moved to Hollywood years ago. I was excommunicated from the family for having a bit more than just homosexual tendencies- I fucked the shit out of grown men and more often boys way too young for me. What can I say? I love sex and men are a great outlet. I've enjoyed my fair share of women too, but let's face it, nothing compares to a boy's tight hole. So I came to the big city with a formal education in psychology and social science, but as you can imagine without a master's degree I was up shit creek without a paddle. I mainly wanted to model anyway. I mean wheither or not you think I'm conceited I'm fucking irresistible and with a 10 inch cock, it's almost sad how easy it is do dick-whip people.

I was living out of my car at the time. I had a good savings, but I couldn't afford rent anywhere. Not in Los Angeles, not if I wanted food in my stomach. I went from audition to audition with no such luck of finding an agency that would take me on. What the fuck was wrong with these people? I mean being a model/actor is an impossible field to break into as it is, but these asshole are even MORE judgmental when it comes to people that do look like they should be on the front page. Things weren't working out for me very well. In addition to the fact that my money was going fast, I also have a drug addiction. Yeah, I love being a pothead and a good acid trip every once in a while really takes me away from it all. Trouble with that is, I have an extremely short temper and a warrior’s spirit...plus I'm an asshole so I get into fights regularly. A lot of times its with the guy's I'm fucking. Well, if they're Masculine like me. I can't hit boys or Queen's. I mean they're just girls.

I was dating a couple of boys at the same time, getting a place to crash and food. Drugs make you hungry...VERY hungry. I remember this one twink I was fucking was amazed at how much food I could pack away. He say thing like "If you get fat, you never get a job." And then I'd just belch in his face and take off. What wrong with a little man fat? I man without a gut is like a woman without tits...its just wrong!

One night, I was at a club in West Hollywood and I got arrested for starting a fight. I wanted to take a twink off some else hands and the guy didn't like it very much. Called me a faggot, so I took a hold of his jaw and snapped it. Yeah it took all the money I had left to bail myself out of jail that night and after paying off the hospital bill for him I was beyond broke...so I sold my car too. I still needed food. Nothing really mattered besides the hungry. I knew a few twinks that did crystal so I stayed with them for a while. Let me tell you, fucking two guys at once while being high is ecstasy. Usually you can make heir ass bleed and they wont even notice the pain. I cut out the crystal real quick however; I lost 40 pound in a week. That was unacceptable. I started raiding people's refrigerators until I gained it all back, and then kept eating on top of it. I gained and extra 30. I was pretty proud of myself. I was a muscle God with a perfect basketball for a stomach. As long as I could eat, fuck and get high I was actually cool with being homeless. That's 80 percent of the stories you'll hear when you tour the streets of Hollywood. The biggest dreams exchanged for living hand to mouth on a day-to-day basis.

This went on for a few years. Birthday's, holidays and everyday in-between either sleeping at a random fuck's shity apartment or on the sidewalk. I always kept clean though. I made sure I could find a shower everyday and a laundry machine ever week. I may not were 7 for all man kind, True Religion, Versace or Armani, but I sure as hell did look like I BELONGED on the streets. The streets belong to me. The entire city was my home; my hunting ground. Acid tended to be my favorite recreational drug beside weed and I never paid a cent for it. I just dick-whips the dealers. One fateful day I remember I was at a party where a shitload of major drug dealers where trying to make some deal with this crooked scientist. He said he invented a new drug in the Amazon by mixing the venom from a snake with a different number of drugs and chemicals in the USA. It was supposed to make the user completely relax from head to toe and induce some type of vision. A hallucinogen I guess. He said he did have any samples and that he could reproduce it, he was a Govt. agent after all and if he did he would not be the only person in trouble. Everyone connected to him would go down.

I approached him when he was alone. He was tripping of course. He was a little old. Probably 40, but a very young looking 40. Athletic build with dark short hair and dark eyes. I was at least 2 feet taller than him. I walked up behind him and pressed him up against the wall with just my gut. I wasn't ruff. Just wanted to see his reaction. He probably didn't remember his own name at the moment but he didn't resist me. In fact it was at least a minute of pressing against him, before the tried to turn around and break away. I liked having little guys pressed up against me, against the wall like now or under me when I'm fucking them, or lying on my stomach while they sit on my cock. It just makes me feel manly and powerful.

The guy said excuse me and attempted to move past me. I let him pass, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back to me. I gave him a bear hug. I asked when he thought he was going and he said to the bathroom. I escorted him to the restroom, but went ahead of him to the toilet. I whipped my meat out and started to urinate. He was leaning his head on the sink counter completely staring at my dick but totally spacing at the same time. I asked him if he would mind holding it for cause my arms were tired. They weren’t obviously; I just wanted to see how far I could go with it. He said sure and took my dick from my hand and held it as I pissed. I imagine he envisioned a waterfall in his mind by the way he was fixated on the stream. I chuckled to myself. I'm so evil. Once I was finished, he just kind of stood they, holding and squeezing it. I lifted my shirt and rubbed my exposed gut. I asked him if he licked sucking dick and he said he does but he shouldn't. I told him I could keep a secret and my cock hardend and I guided his mouth to it. He consumed it quite greedily. God how I love closet cases. He was surprising good at it to. I get a lot of head trust me but I usually only get complete pleasure by ripping a guys ass up. This guy actually got me to cream just by blowing me. During our little sexcapade I asked if he really had any of the experimental drug left. H e said he couldn't tell me. I grabbed his hair and skull fucked him a little harder and asked again. He withdrew my cock from his mouth and said he had some but he never tested it on human and the animal he did test it on had bad side effects. Once I blew my load. I sat on the edge of the tub and took a deep breath. My cock was still erect and twitching beneath my tight round gut. The cocksucker came up to my on his knees and laid his head on my stomach; was ready to pass out. I asked if he liked my basketball. He didn't really respond, just kind of rubbed it for me. I told him I loved to eat and fill my belly nicely. He said I should eat stupid people then. I laughed. I said I suppose I should. I had to admit, the thought of swallowing a human being whole was kind of hot. I always had cannibalistic fetishes. I used to swallow goldfish as a kid and enjoy the feeling of movement in my stomach.

Next I asked for a small sample of this drug I had been so curious about. The guy reluctantly gave me a shot of it, making me promise never to tell a soul. I agreed. I figured a tiny sample couldn't kill me and even it did I'd rather go out on a high. Damn was he right about it being so relaxing. I felt like I was in a dream and soon as it shot through my system. I stood up, hiked up my pants and left the party. Dude I was in HEAVEN! Everything seemed alive for the first time. I had this big stupid grin on my face and I was waving and giving high fives to everyone. After about 3am I sat down behind an alleyway and was just spacing out. Then I got hungry. Extremely hungry. I yawned and my jaw stretched a lot further than it had ever been able to in my life, more than any person's should I thought. That freaked me out, but I couldn't get over how bad I was starving. I cat happened to cross my path, a black one at that. I thought "oh great, bad luck." The cat came and sat on my lap so I started to pet it. I was still hungry though. I stood up with the cat in my arms and started walking towards the street. I stopped to yawn again and my jaw did that weird stretch thing. I was weirded out, but the hungry kept pulsing through my brain. The cat meowed and I looked at it hungrily. I thought I was crazy but I opened my mouth and slurped it down my throat easily. It struggled violently, I got a few cuts in my mouth, but it settled in my stomach and I belched. It was awesome. I wasn't full, but it took some of the pain away. I rubbed my belly thinking of what else I could eat.

I went walking down sunset blvd rubbing my slightly exposed belly when some Twinkie queen started hitting on me. Another oldie? I thought to myself. He kept trying to fondle me and even though I could have used a good fuck, food was the only thing on my mind and then I though about it. I could eat him, or at least try. NO. Could I? Well, maybe. The guy was getting mad cause I was spacing out, so I pick him up with one arms and ducked behind an alley again. He though I was going to fuck him. Ha-ha! I hit him once on the back of his neck and he was out like a light. I started to undress him, contemplating the worst. Devour a live human being. It was so wrong it was erotic and I was instantly hard. Once he was naked I shoved his head into my mouth. I fit a lot better then I thought it was going to. I licked his face sloppily. I started to inhale and push more of him into my mouth his head began to enter my throat and my jaw stretched wider then it had before. I began to consume him, shoving him in inch by inch and swallowing him bit by bit. My hard on was bothering me and I unzipped my pants and let my dick pop out. I sat down and pulled the dude closer and still continued to shove more of him into me with my 10 incher twitching in the breeze. As I ate I remembered my conversation with the mad scientist and how he suggested I start eating people. I wondered what it would have been like to stuff him in my gut, but I figured I'd never see him again.

I had this guy in my mouth up to his chest and his head half way down my throat. I licked his nipples with my tongue and fingered his ass with one hand and I fondled his balls with the other. I started to really feel the intensity of my hunger; my stomach growled something fierce. So I began to swallow in huge gulps. I sucked him in passed his waist. His soft cock head was at my lips and I took another gulp. His ass was on the roof of my mouth and his dick was swaying back and forth on my tongue. It was fantastic. His head had just entered my stomach and my gut stated to expand slightly. The more I consumed and the more he entered my belly, the bigger my stomach got. So I only had the guy’s feet in my mouth and with one last swallow he was gone. I looked down at my stomach and was amazed. I stretched out passed my knees; one huge tight ball of mass. Unfortunately my dick was being pressed under it and my cock was scrapping the pavement. OUCH! I stood slowly; trying to adjust to my new weight and easily put my dick back in my pants.

I stood there rubbing my stomach; my wife-beater no longer being able to cover it. God I had done the impossible. I ate a man, whole! I laughed to myself. I was badass.

The End