Like What You See? Because I Think Ive Got Some Plans For The Delicious Stud Im Seeing

Like what you see? Because I think I’ve got some plans for the delicious stud I’m seeing

What do you mean, you don’t know how you feel about this? Look at him! He’s practically begging for you to eat him. You think he started boiling himself for himself? It’s for you, sweat enhances the flavor, but if you want to pass up the finest — fine. This is for the best anyways; to tell the truth I started making my own plans for him.

C’mon just pick a pair, we gotta get going. Does it matter that these boots are from guys I’ve digested? C’mon, we’re gonna be late, let’s go. What do you mean, of course I don’t have any plans to eat you. You see a bulge through my jeans? Yeah, that’s cause I’m starving and need to eat sometime soon, so why don’t you just pick a pair of damn boots so we can get out of here and I can eat. Don’t give me that attitude, I said I had no plans to eat you, but if I’m stuck here because you’re taken your sweet time, I don’t think I’ll have a choice

I swear sometimes burning a guy off is some seriously hard work. Sometimes I wonder if it’s really worth all the cardio. But hey at least I’ve almost gotten rid of Mike. Funny though how I forget about all the work and sweat when I smell it on another man. I guess I could let them out, but that just sounds like cheating. If I fall to temptation I should pay the price of having to burn them off. What do you mean “What about the prey?”

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Like the treacherous sirens of Greek mythology, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame I couldn’t help but fixate on his body and my imagination running wild, no matter how I tried to distract myself, but at the end of the day, he was a friend of a friend and therefore off limits. To be fair, maybe those metaphors aren’t fair, when in reality I’m the one who presents the danger to him, but standing there, seeing him there, it didn’t feel that way. To me the temptation he presented was one of the strongest and thus most dangerous forces known to man. Resistance was growing more and more futile as I fantasize what he must taste like. I knew that besides a brief struggle from him there was no one out at sea to save him, but what would my friend think? If two men leave on a boat and only one comes back, sporting a large squirming belly, well that doesn’t leave too much plausible deniability. But then again, maybe your friend curated this on purpose. Afterall, he knew I was a predator and he could see I had my full set of abs for a while. Maybe this is his way of taking care of this guy without having to order a hit verbatim. Maybe he’s doing me a favor. Maybe I’m doing him a favor by tanking this guy. Here I am concerned about offending him by eating his friend, when really I should be worried about the offense called by refusing his gift. When I get to the shore he’ll probably act disapprovingly to add plausible deniability on his end, but I’ll know what the purpose of this two person cruise with strangers really was. I hope you like the acid bath, blue brief boy. This little boat excursion is a one-way trip.

Kevin Baker