Athletic Vore - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
Looking out over the city below the pro-swimmer is feeling an overwhelming sensation he knows all too well. Tonight he will have one more competition before a teammate would retire and he would begin another 4 week hiatus. Looking out over the medals he earned in the pool (despite each being addressed to a different man), he wondered which man would be retiring tonight.
In a few moments, unbeknownst to him, this Navy boy was gonna board a new Vessel, and I’m not talking about a ship.
Do you eat your meals with or without the peel?
Tight fit
I know you think after this cut you’ve put all the men you’ve had to good use, but I’m not sure if they’ll necessarily agree with your cost benefit analysis.
Can you make a football player eat me please
Unfortunately, no. I am not a football player and none of my close friends are either.
However, what I can tell you is that in Room 81 down the hall there’s Adam who plays football, is always ravenous and has his room to himself after his roommate was eaten.
Sorry for not being able to help, but I expect to see you hanging ‘round here soon. And have a nice trip!
We both know what you’re thinking; don’t deny it
Haven’t quite worked off that swimmer from last week I see
I look so beefy here 🥴🥴🥴🥴
Look at that handsome hunk leaning back like as if I’m already up to his waist, c’mon! I’m starving and he’s looking like that, can you really blame me for what I’m about to do!?
Just think about how the week’s going for the guy dissolving away in there
Coach put me on this new diet and now all my clothes keep shrinking in the wash. This week couldn’t get worse
Looks like the next smug “pred” I’m gonna be adding to my tank
He’s giving you the look like you should make some calls ‘cause you won’t be coming home tonight. Thanks for the warning.
#mne #cg
“I mean I don’t I understand, but I’m not gonna complain. I knew I was hot, but for guys to want to die inside me is beyond my comprehension. What do you mean bro you understand? Do you want to be part of this? Wait really!? I was just playing, but if you’re serious who am I to reject your fantasies. Just thank you so much! I can’t believe how generous you’re being but I really do appreciate you man!
Just because he was the slowest member of the team, didn’t mean he wasn’t the most important. They’d coordinate for a moment the other team’s star wasn’t paying attention and strike. Nine times out of ten he could still outrun their fastest guy when he wasn’t prepared and it looks like this time isn’t gonna be any different. Just waiting for the perfect chance to strike in order to disqualify his target from every race.
An honest gymnastic accident. I like the sound of that. Hey bro, thanks for the alibi. Just keep telling everyone your little tale or you might just be my next “gymnastic accident”. I don’t know that letting him out is necessarily obvious though. I mean getting disqualified from one little competition early on that isn’t even a qualifier, hardly seems to outweigh having this man squirming in me. You know, I think other gymnasts might feel the best. What other guys are both as muscular and as flexible. Damn that feels good, keep squirming, bud, keep squirming.
“A picture is worth a thousand words”
A phrase that is so often quoted to the point it is considered a cliche. A cliche perhaps not only by its frequency of use, but also by how obvious it may seem. This photo above seems to portray that so much stronger though.
The image contains a tangible sense of dread. The subject, a young Henry, staring at the entrance to the abyss that will soon capture him. Taken just hours before his death, there’s a sense of despair as he gazes upon what will soon steal his freedom in just mere minutes. The composition, particularly the relationship between Henry and the faceless ass that will consume him are framed in such a way I probably did not even have to reveal Henry’s fate, it was already so clearly foreshadowed. A melancholy sorrow permeates on his face, not that of fear, but loss. He seems less concerned about the horrors he knows to be awaiting him just behind those cheeks and more so grieving all that he will be leaving behind in the world before passing through that one way gate to his demise. It is in this moment he accepts his own mortality, depressed by this revelation, but not afraid. An accepting glare that acknowledges his hesitance and his loss while also acknowledging the inevitability as he prepares to enter the faceless figure to be processed into mere compounds.
You walk up slowly behind him, praying he doesn’t see you in the reflection of the glass. You can’t help yourself, salivating the whole time you were watching the performance. All that power was gonna be nearly impossible to contain, but perhaps if you had the element of surprise. You felt the carnal urge to claim that muscle for yourself as you finish creeping behind and pounce.
Just one look at those powerful thighs and it’s immediately clear, this Man could take you up the ass in a minute flat and love every struggle
Dude, I wouldn’t stop running if I were you. Don’t get me wrong, you’re much faster than I’ll ever be, but endurance wise, don’t ever doubt my endurance when I know a cutie like you is just waiting to get snatched.
