Streets of Hollywood VI: Round I
By: Voreboy

n case you haven’t heard of me, my name is William. I stand at 6 foot 5 inches and I am 280 pounds of muscle. I’m currently homeless, living day to day on the streets of Hollywood. Though you may think I am just another bum, I not only survive in The City of Angeles- I thrive. Why, you ask? The answer is will power. I succeed because I will myself to do so. As long as I live according to my own will, I am unstoppable.

Just recently (and due to quite a strange circumstance), I was elevated beyond the top of the food chain. Not only can I eat plants and animals, but I can also swallow anything… or more importantly anyone whole. And just recently, I’ve decided to do a little good will towards men with my newfound power and rid Los Angeles of a large portion of its drug infection. My target is affectionately called the “Big Fish,” and as I walked down the darker areas of East LA to a business meeting of sorts with one of his associates, I look forward to a brutal fight… and a satisfying dinner.

It’s late. Around 3 am. A thug under the direction of Big Fish is waiting for me. He thinks he’s going to kill me; he’s wrong. As I continue to walk along the dimly lit street I notice two men trailing closely behind me. They are both dark featured and considerably shorter than me.

Purposely, I turn down an alleyway that comes to a dead end. I turn and remove my over coat. I wearing a pair of Timberlands accompanied by a pair of Antik Denim jeans. I decided not to wear a shirt. I like showing off my abs when I actually have them.

“Hey hombre…” the man on the left says to me. “You Will.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised you know my name.”

“We know more than enough.” The man on the right responds.

As they both pull two hand guns from beneath their coats, I dash forward as quickly as I can and give each of them a solid punch in their stomachs knocking them to the floor. They both immediately jump to their feet and take a fighting stance. All four of their guns have fallen forward and are now directly behind me.

The man of the left lunges forward with a left and right hook to my jaw. I take a step back to recover and then give him a sidekick to his rib cage. With him up against the wall, I charge at his partner at full force and attempt an upper cut. The guy takes hold of my arm and then trips me with his right leg. He tries to smash my face into the ground with his foot, but I grab hold before it reaches my face and toss him aside. As I stand, the other guy rushes me from behind, trying to knock me on the floor again. Before he can take me down, I reach behind me and throw him over my shoulder at his partner. They both take a spill and stay on the ground momentarily. I grab one by his hair and beat his face in with my free hand. I think take his partner by the hair and smash his head into the wall.

With both of them knocked out, I squat down leaning over them. The smell of sweat and blood is the only thing my mind can focus on and the hunger comes over me, but I stop myself from doing anything stupid. These were only pawns; the knight has yet to show himself.

Suddenly, one the henchmen’s phone rings. I dig through each of their pockets until I find it. I assume it’s from the asshole I spoke with the other day so I answer it.

“William speaking.”

“What the Fuck!? Where are Derrick and Tom!?”

“Bleeding at the moment. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Fuck you bitch! I…” he screamed as I hung up the phone. I figured he was in too much of a rage to get an actual conversation out of him. In addition, I didn’t want to exhaust myself with two fights in one night. I figured I’d save up my strength. When he comes after me himself, he’ll more than likely have an entire mob with him. Punk!

That only leaves what to do with these piles of meat. I am feeling a bit starved and I’m sure what’s his face wouldn’t like having two of his men vanish from the face of the earth. Well, I guess that means dinnertime!

As I strip the two dead beats of their clothing, I find not only a couple wads of cash, but a good dose of pot and Ex as well. I might get to take a good hit after my dinner if I can still move. Once I’ve gotten both of them completely nude, I grab the man on the left. The shorter of the two, he’s actually the one with a lot more muscle.

As I slowly lick his face I begin to make out with him a bit first. I taste his lips as well as his tongue. Then I begin to take the crown of his head into my mouth. I stretch my jaw over his head as I cram more of him in. Sucking in his head as quickly as possible I soon begin working his shoulders into me. As I cram more of this guy into me, I hear footsteps around the corner. I freeze instantly. SHIT!

A drunk stumbles into the alley where I am eating. He’s short, beefy and drunk off his ass. He glances at me from a distance and stairs in amazement. I figure I can stop now and if he doesn’t run I can eat him instead of the other guy.

I redirect my attention to finishing my early morning breakfast and continue to stuff him down my throat. I begin savoring the salty taste of the sweat on his pecs. Swallowing as quickly as possible I suck him down until his waist is securely locked in place by my lips. I glace over at my peeping tom to see his has sat down to the far left of me without taking his eyes off me. In fact he’s got his hand covering his crotch!

“Hey,” he slurs. “Are you…swallowing…some dude?”

I grunt in acknowledgement. The kid shakes his head in an understanding gesture. Seems like I have a fan. By this time I’ve got the guy so far in my, just his legs are sticking out of my mouth. My belly has been filling up with his frame and is still expanding. While rubbing my stomach, I wave the drunken kid over with my left hand. Barely able to stand, he makes his way over to me and sits down. I turn so than I am facing him with my breakfast’s legs still sticking out of my mouth. I grab the kid’s hands and place them on the guy’s feet and then gesture the kid to start pushing.

The kid complies and begins to lean forward. He’s way to drunk to exert any real strength so it’s still me doing most of the work. I continue to swallow until only two little feet are hanging out of my mouth. Then I remove the kid’s hand, stand, tilt my head back and GULP! Once again my belly is filled. My equally massive gut compliments my massive frame. After a large belch I sit down next to my drunken friend.

“Thanks for the help. He was a little hard to swallow.”

“Dude, how’d you do that?”

“Lets just say I have a big mouth and an appetite to match.” I slapped my stomach once and then started to rub it as I rubbed the kids back.

“Can I touch it?”

“Please. I could use a good belly massage right about now.” The kid slumps over my gut on my left-hand side and starts to rub it slowly. I pick him up and set him right in front of my and have him rub my stomach with both hands.

“Yeah, that feels great. Get all around!” Even though the kid is doing his best to please me, he is almost past out. Dammit, I’m not even warmed up and this kid is almost dead. I want to bust my nut. I can feel my prick getting harder by the second. I shove the kid off me and then stand up. After dropping my pants and kicking them off I show the boy my massive snake at full attention. The kid crawls over to me and tries to take the monster into his mouth. Standing there, my gut is rests on his head and as he attempts to swallow my cock.

After about five minutes of cocksucking I bump the kid away from me with my huge belly. Then I lay on my back to rest my body.

“Hey kid, get over here and sit on it!” I command. The kid stumbles to his feet and begins taking off his pants. After discarding them he stands in-between my legs and rests his hands on my gut for balance.

“Hurry up!” I yell. The kid stumbles back onto my cockhead and uses his hand to adjust. As I jerk my hips forward, he concentrates on squatting down. Inch by inch we work ourselves into one another until he is sitting completely and leaning forward on my stomach.

“Tight, just how I like it.” I say as I violently jerk my hips upward. He cries and grunts with ever thrust, but the harder I fuck the easier the fit. My back is killing me. Have sex on concrete isn’t very fun. I stop thrusting for a few minutes to rest. As the meal in my stomach churns, the kid begins to wiggle and grind on my cock. Completely relaxing every muscle in my body I let my fuck buddy and my breakfast take me on a natural high.

The End