Upon Hearing That Your Best Friend Plans To Make You His Breakfast In Mere Minutes Theres A Few Approaches

Upon hearing that your best friend plans to make you his breakfast in mere minutes there’s a few approaches people take. Some folks try to run away, some prepare for a fight and some even try to turn the tables and get themselves a meal. But then there’s this hunk who decided instead to cover himself in water so he goes down easier. When our friend arrives to set the record straight and confirm that the rumor of his voracious plans was just a mere rumor, he is surprised to find his friend to eager to say no to.

That stare tells you exactly how he got the body he has today and exactly what he plans to grow it further. Looking into his eyes it’s clear that unless you take some drastic evasive maneuvers right now you’re gonna be part of his plan.

What do I need to do to find myself a beefy lunch like that?

I honestly don’t know how I feel about this. I mean it just seems so pleasant and wholesome, just a guy rubbing his boyfriend after a long day to help. Such a comfortable and safe experience that feels so nice. Wholesome, at least until you think about it and remember that our big boy here is tuckered out from a long day of hunting. It’s easy to forget when we see this kind of image that what they’re actually rubbing is a poor guy who, by no fault of his own, was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, a mistake he will pay for with his life. Right now while these partners enjoy each other’s tender presence, there’s another whose partner will never return. A man with a story. A man with a personality. Someone with a career and family and friends and hopes and dreams now crushed in an instant while being rubbed tonight. A man who will never be able to see his loved ones again, instead being doomed to melt to nothing while being rubbed, inside of a stranger’s sweltering gut. I don’t want to wreck your perception of this nice display of affection, but remember you’re statistically far more likely to wind up inside there than being the one getting their belly rubbed.

Belly rubs from the bf are exactly what I needed after a long day

Distraction can be deadly.

You had met Charlie earlier that day at the hotel pool and hit it off immediately. Wasting no time, you two spent the morning having the fling of a lifetime before returning to the pool. This wasn’t supposed to be anything serious, but that chemistry was undeniable. Naturally, when you found out you lived just 25 miles away from each other, you realized this didn’t have to be the vacation affair you both intended. Neither one of you were looking for more than a hot body, but this was deeper, even by accident. You needed more of him. You found yourself craving his personality way more than his physicality. Sure it may have only been six hours, but it felt like six months. It might be crazy, but there could be a future with this man. Bending over the pool wall, looking into your eyes; it felt like you two were the only men in the world.

But then cruel reality set in. You hadn’t realized at first that there was someone else in the pool, actually several guys, a fact you became acutely aware of when he started slipping. In a moment your perfect world was shattered as you see your lover’s legs disappear into some muscle hunk’s ass. Desperately trying to hold on as you watch in horror as his terrified face gets engulfed between two round muscular cheeks. You hold on even as it becomes futile. Your potential future, just a pair of hands before you have no choice but to let go or join the same fate. You consider going for a second, but ultimately decide it’s not worth throwing away your life for a six hour boyfriend. To the predator’s credit, he apologizes, but you understand, a man’s gotta eat. Just unfortunate to sit and think of what might’ve been, as you lay on the pool chair feeling the last movements of Charlie inside of a tight gut.

Afternoon stretch

Need another example of how distraction can prove deadly? I’m not the biggest or most intimidating guy out there. I can conquer a twink with ease, but I’m not the apex predator at the gym and I know it. So how do I manage to score absolutely ridiculous meals with relative ease? Simple, I exploit their weaknesses, usually distraction. Take Evan here. He’s a big dude and could definitely take me in a fair fight, but he’s not paying attention at all, in fact, just watch me start with his feet.

Evan is so self-absorbed he doesn’t realize I’m absorbing him.

By the time he realizes what’s happened I’ve already swallowed most of his powerful thighs. Though his arms prove quite the challenge for me to overpower, it’s much closer to a fair fight now and though it drains everything I’ve got, after 20 minutes of struggling his head passes my lips and I’ve successfully tanked a guy almost twice my size when empty. God, I love being a predator.