Look At All Those Calories! Some Might Be Intimidated By A Guy Like This, But If Hes Not A Pred, Whats

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.

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

Oh Shit, oh shit, oh shit. How the hell am I gonna afford rent now!? I really didn’t mean to but I was just so hungry and he was just sitting there, playing video games in his underwear. Who plays video games in his underwear knowing there’s a compulsive predator in the house though? Yeah, what if he secretly wanted me to eat him. All the struggling could have just been an act. Felt real though. I was gonna let him out, swear I was, but it felt so good I thought I could just feel him squirm a minute longer. But now he’s not moving anymore. That’s a mistake anyone could make right? I promise I don’t feel good about it, but is there really a point to letting him out at all after he stopped squirming. That’s just my luck, that’s the fourth roommate in a row to die in my gut. Maybe my next roommate should be a predator, just so they can neutralize me when I get my urges. At any rate I’ve gotta find a new snack, I mean roommate.

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

When they said you could try anything on before purchase, I don’t think they were talking about their store associates.

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