GayRatGuy

I’d always been enamoured by my friend’s massive belly, amazed by the amount of food he could stuff inside him before finally being satisfied. Which is why it should have been less of a surprise when he admitted to being a predator, capable of swallowing men whole and having done just that on many occasions when he got too hungry. He promised he’d never do that to one of his close friends, but I was already fantasising about what it must feel like to slowly sink into his stomach, getting immensely turned on every time I watched him eat after that confession.

A few weeks later, he crashed at my place after a night out, passing out on my sofa as soon as he walked through the door. Watching him lie there with his gorgeously smooth belly on show and his snoring mouth wide open, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to satisfy my curiosity. I desperately had to know what it was like to be consumed by him, and with him being asleep I figured I could easily pull myself out once I’d gotten enough enjoyment out of it.

I ran my fingers over his moist, squishy tongue and pushed my hands into his throat, feeling it wrap tightly around my wrists as I went deeper. His body reacted instinctively to something entering his mouth, making him drool all over my arms as I slid them inside him. Even without him being awake and purposely swallowing me, the way my arms were being clamped together by the natural resistance of his throat muscles made me feel restrained. Like I was his unwilling prey, unable to escape his hunger.

I could have stopped there, but the feeling of his hot breath against my face as it reached the entrance to his gaping cavern of a mouth lured me further in. I readjusted my position to straddle his giant gut, pushing my feet against the sofa to force my head down his gullet. Now in addition to the feeling of his insides slowly engulfing my body, I could hear the low-pitched rumbling of his stomach beckoning me to go deeper.

“Just a little further,” I thought to myself, carefully wriggling around gently enough not to wake my friend as my torso was encased in his warm, slimy throat. The sensation against my skin felt incredible, but nothing could prepare me for the feeling of my rock hard member sliding past his lips. The pleasure brought by grinding against his tongue distracted me from the stench of the bubbling liquid that half my body had sank into, leaving me blissfully unaware of the danger I had gotten myself into by taking this so far.

After finally having an orgasm from the thought of being half devoured by my fat friend, I tried to shuffle around and find something to hook my feet onto to start pulling out. But given how wet all the drool had made my hips, my movements caused them to slip further down his throat until my legs were left dangling helplessly in the air. I had no choice but to allow gravity to do its work in bringing my legs and feet to join the rest of me.

Fully curled up within his tank, I started to panic and struggle with much more energy, trying my best to wake him up. No amount of squirming and pounding against the thick walls of his stomach seemed to work, his continued snoring rumbling through his entire body. I could feel myself growing weaker, the hot stomach acid causing my skin to tingle more and more intensely as I gradually drifted off.

Ive reported and blocked 3 today, I want to make something some clear here, maga / right wingers fuck off. Do not follow me do not engage with me or dm me.

Sexualising masculinity is one thing, its fine, its healthy, sexualising actual nazis and nazi linked behaviour is another,

> oh but its just a fetish

> oh but its just role play

> i just think the aesthetics are hot

> i just have a slave / humiliation kink

> Im gay but im not part of the lgbt community

Let me be clear, these are people who actively want queer people DEAD, this includes you maga dick chasing fags. These men that you idealise literally joke about torturing people like you behind closed doors, fuck not even behind closed doors. If you think that being masc, a gym bro and a more traditional man is gonna shield you from their judgement it wont, if they gained power tomorrow theyd bring back the gay panic law and would shoot you dead without a thought.

Queer people (not just gay men ALL QUEER PEOPLE) have had to fight for their rights, they have literally died at the hands of men like theses so you can be open about who you are. I dont know if its that a lot of younger gay men in america have gotten the luxary of the world set up for them by queer elders that makes them act like this, but as a guy who comes from a country where gay marriage wasnt legal when i was a teenager and queer people had a lot of issues when living together and I marched for my rights, I was part of the campaigns...

YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING EMBARRASSED TO SAY YOU FIND ANYTHING MAGA IS HOT.

Maga gays think only white men should have rights (<- actual words of a reported post)

Well ill one up em and say I think nazi cunts should be fucking scared to go outside!!

See how he’s taking his pred’s cock deep into his throat? And how his eyes are so fixed on his pred’s abs? He knows that in a matter of minutes, he’ll be curled up in that stomach, soaking wet, shooting out his third load of thick cum. He’s accepted that this is his last moment outside that gut, and he’s figured out that the best thing he can do now is to make sure he’ll be the best thing to ever get fucked and swallowed alive by that man.

Josh’s behavior alone is so fucking hot, but he’s also got the kind of fit body that any pred would kill to feel on their tongue as they gulp.

I could see the joy behind this guy’s eyes when I told him about my wish to be eaten by someone. Turns out the pred I chose was an extremely lazy one, who was lucky to have a meal offering itself up to him without any need to overpower me. He lay with his arms behind his head and opened his mouth as wide as possible, expecting me to put in literally all the effort and crawl inside my new home by myself.

I straddled his lap the best I could around his already chunky belly, reaching forward to squeeze my hands into his open maw and essentially take a dive down his dark, slimy throat. I wriggled my shoulders from side to side to try and work my way deeper, starting to climb his body by pushing my feet against his meaty thighs, using them as leverage to travel towards his stomach.

The lazy man occasionally laughed in ridicule at my struggle, making my body tingle from the vibrations through his bulging neck. He seemed to enjoy the humiliation of making another man forcibly feed themselves to him, having nothing else better to offer the world. Although his intention wasn’t to help me in any way, I was at least slightly grateful for his tongue coating my body with saliva while he tasted every inch that slipped past his lips, the lubrication aiding my descent into his gut.

The one bit of mercy he offered came when only my legs remained, which were swung into the air above him when he tilted his head back and allowed gravity to take over. His stomach stretched to accommodate my lower half sliding down his throat, my feet resting for a moment in the warmth of his mouth. He curled his tongue around them and finally put some energy into taking a gulp, which sealed the last of his willing prey within his body followed by a deep, greedy belch.

🥵🤤 Jeeeezzzzz, I need a man in a mask 🎭

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The pool party was a hit-- the backyard was packed with men of various ages and sizes, loud conversations, and good music. Everyone was having a good time.

A younger man, Matt, walked over to the drink table to help himself to another beer. He had to wait, though, since another man clearly had the same idea.

"Oh, hey, Ian!"

Ian turned to face Matt, and the two exchanged greetings.

Matt leaned against the table. "How long have you been here, man? I didn't know you went to these things."

Ian sighed, taking his place next to Matt. "I don't, usually. Just wanted to get out and do something different." He cracked open his beer and took a sip.

A long stretch of silence passed. The two weren't very close friends, and neither was a gifted conversationalist. They sat in the awkwardness, watching the party go on around them as they sipped their drinks.

The first one to break the silence was Ian. "Hey, you might wanna watch out for that guy. Looks like he's on the prowl."

Matt looked around. "Huh? Who?"

"Big guy in the red. He's lookin' for a meal, for sure." Ian did his best to point without being obvious.

Right at the pool's edge stood a man. Clad in lifeguard-red shorts, the big man looked like he was inspecting the pool, or the people in it. The man seemed pretty ordinary, but one thing did catch Matt's attention--his belly.

The man's gut wasn't huge, but he carried it with a confidence that Matt never really saw in bigger guys. The man almost looked powerful, confident and certain of something Matt couldn't understand.

He shook his head, snapping back to reality. "Dude, no way. Doesn't that only happen in movies and weird pornos?"

A serious expression took place on Ian's face, to Matt's surprise. "Nah. It's as real as the sky is blue." He took another sip of his beer, staring ahead.

"Well, I'll believe it when I see it." Matt sighed, picking up his drink. "Hey, I'm gonna go find my friend. Talk to you later." Leaving no time for a response, he exited the conversation.

He did his best to enjoy the party, but just couldn't stop thinking about what Ian said. Vore is real? No, it's just a fucked fetish. Like furries and all that.

He was between conversations when a sudden slap on his shoulder caught his attention.

He turned to face Ian once again, but his friend's serious expression was gone, replaced with a sly smirk.

"Looks like I was right. Check it out." He hooked a thumb behind him, toward the pool.

The man from before was submerged in the water up to his belly button. His head was pointed straight up, and Matt was shocked to see a pair of feet poking out of the man's mouth. His neck was bulged out hugely, as well, like nothing Matt had ever seen.

He was frozen, entranced. All the guy could do was mumble a quiet, "What the fuck?" and continue to watch.

Slowly, the man pushed the feet into his mouth, out of either laziness or savoring his meal. Matt watched, jaw hanging open, as he swallowed, and the bulged-out neck quickly returned to a normal size.

The man's belly looked at least twice as large as it had before, and it had a bulged out shape that was, unquestionably, a person. It even shifted a little bit, as the person inside must have been trying to move around. All Matt could do was blink.

The big man patted his belly and leaned against the ledge of the pool. If Matt couldn't see the huge gut the man had, he'd probably think nothing had happened.

"...What the fuck just happened?"

"You were proven wrong, that's what happened." Ian shrugged. "Hey, maybe we can ask him if he's an actor."

Matt gave Ian a deadpan look. "Funny. But seriously, did that guy really just eat someone? And no one here cares?"

"Dude, vore is much more normal than you think it is. Especially at parties like these."

Matt sighed and looked away. "Shit."

"Yea, it's pretty shocking. That's just how life is, though."

Ian went on, talking about his first time seeing a guy get eaten. Matt was distracted, though, his gaze darting back to the predator lounging in the pool. There was just something about how casual and calm the man was that interested Matt, and he couldn't keep away.

As a lull fell in the pair's conversation, Matt glanced to the stranger in the pool again.

The big man had stepped out of the pool at some point, now using a towel to dry off his 3XL-sized body. He noticed the man giving his belly extra attention with the towel, rubbing it over and over when it was definitely already dry. Then, the man put his towel down and disappeared into the house.

"Hey...I gotta go piss. I'm gonna run inside."

Ian glanced back at the pool, then turned back to Matt. "Really?"

"Dude, stop. It's not like that. I gotta piss."

Ian raised up his hands in defense. "Ok. I didn't say anything, dude. Have fun."

Matt rolled his eyes. "Ok. Talk to you later." And with that, he rushed off, following the same path as the man before to enter into the house.

Ian leaned up against the wall and sighed. He took a sip of his beer and laughed quietly to himself.

My heart was hammering as I knelt in the back seat of his Jeep, completely naked, staring at the most perfect ass I’d ever seen. He was on all fours in front of me, shirtless, wearing nothing but that backwards NY cap. His broad, muscular back glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and those two massive, round cheeks were spread just enough for me to see his tight pink hole twitching in anticipation.

He glanced back over his shoulder, smirking.

“You still want this?” he asked, voice low and cocky.

I swallowed hard and nodded eagerly. “Yeah… I want it. All of it.”

I’d been fantasizing about this for weeks — about sliding into a hot, hungry stud like him and becoming nothing but ass fat. And now here I was.

He chuckled and pushed his hips back toward me. “Then come and get it, snack.”

I leaned in, pressing my face between those thick, heavy cheeks. The musky, manly scent was overwhelming and addictive. I kissed his hole once, twice, then pushed my tongue against it. He moaned deeply and flexed. That was all the invitation I needed.

His hole suddenly opened wide with a wet, fleshy sound. I barely had time to gasp before my entire head slipped inside the scorching, velvety heat of his ass. The pressure was insane — tight, rippling walls squeezing around my skull as he pushed back harder.

“Mmmph… fuck yes,” I heard him groan from outside.

I was so turned on I couldn’t stop myself. I pushed forward willingly, feeding my shoulders into him. The stretch felt incredible as his powerful ring slid over my upper body. Every time he flexed his glutes, another few inches of me disappeared between those massive cheeks with a wet schlorp. The inside of his ass was slick, boiling hot, and constantly massaging me deeper.

I was rock hard the entire time.

Deeper and deeper I went, willingly feeding myself into this muscular stud. My chest slid in, then my stomach. I could feel his heartbeat thumping all around me as his guts pulled me further inside. When my hips reached his hole, he let out a long, satisfied moan and reached back with one hand, grabbing my ass and shoving me in harder.

“Come on… all the way, dude. I want to feel you curled up in my gut.”

GLRRRP.

My cock and hips popped inside in one slick motion. My legs kicked excitedly outside for a moment as the rest of me was sucked deeper into his colon. The heat and pressure were overwhelming, but in the best way possible. I was so turned on I was leaking the whole time I slid in.

Finally, my feet slipped past his greedy hole with a final, wet shllluuuurp. I was completely inside him now — curled up tight in the sweltering, pulsating tunnel of his guts. His muscular walls squeezed and kneaded me from every direction as I settled deep in his belly.

I could feel him shifting around in the back seat, sitting back with a heavy grunt. His hand rubbed slow circles over the huge, squirming bulge I was making in his stomach.

“God damn… you feel so fucking good in there,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure. “Most guys fight it… but you? You practically begged to be my ass food.”

I smiled inside the darkness and pushed outward gently with my hands, letting him feel me moving. I was exactly where I wanted to be — turning into nothing but nutrients for this hot, muscular stud.

He started the car, the low rumble vibrating through his body and into me. Every bump in the road made his guts squeeze me tighter. I could already feel the thick slime coating my skin as his body began preparing to digest me.

As he drove off, I heard him chuckle and pat his heavy, prey-filled gut.

“Hope you’re comfortable back there… because you’re not coming out until you’re just a thick load in my toilet and some extra padding on my ass.”

I moaned softly, completely willing, completely his.

It starts with sniffing his pits. Then his socks. Then he's letting you massage his legs or suck on his nipples. He'll relax in bed while you lick his sack and he jerks off. He gets you to know the pleasures of worshiping his body.

And then your step-bro will start withholding his sexy form from you. "You've got to earn my dick," he'd say.

And so you'd give him permission to eat your boyfriend. It wasn't a great loss. After all, you were cheating on the guy with your own brother. Clearly he wasn't as important to you. And as he digested your ex, he let you suck his dick again. He'll fuck you. He'll belch in your face. He'll hold your head against his gurgling gut and promise if you're an excellent bitch for him, one day he'll stick you in there too. After all, he liked being an only child.