Shhh, Just Calm Down Buddy. Dont Worry Ive Got You. Im Sorry It Has To End This Way, But At Least Were

Shhh, just calm down buddy. Don’t worry I’ve got you. I’m sorry it has to end this way, but at least we’re together now.

Hey don’t be like that, I warned you what could happen if I got drunk and you took the risk anyways.

Nah bro, I told you I don’t even remember doing it. I just kinda woke up with a headache and you in there.

Yeah, I mean I guess regardless of what happened last night I could let you out now, but isn’t there some degree of fate that led you in there? I know it was an accident, but maybe this is where you’re meant to be.

You’re in there already anyways, might as well be a good sport about it. C’mon, relax for old time sake.

Look at all those calories! Some might be intimidated by a guy like this, but if he’s not a pred, what’s the danger? Sure it’s a long shot, but that reward; simply mouthwatering. Imagine feeling all of that sliding up your ass, the pleasure alone would be worth it, but with all that meat, he’ll tide me over for a month or more! What’s the risk? Worst happens is he gets away, no different than if I never tried at all. Almost hoping he does weasel out so I could use him as a human dildo over again, but ultimately the calories places that plan firmly in the “Plan B” category.

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

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?”

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

What? Why you giving me that look, a man’s gotta eat. Do I not have the right to eat food when I’m hungry? Geez