Eat Me

It was Friday night. It had been a long and punishing week at the office. I was out drinking with some workmates, letting off some steam, enjoying the start of the weekend.

The summer air was thick and humid. A storm was brewing in the distance.

I was at the pub when I first saw you. You were with someone; it could've been a colleague, could've been your girlfriend, could've been your wife. I didn't know and I didn't care either. All I remember was there was a pint of beer in front of you, and a glass of white wine in front of her. I can't remember anything else about her. I can't remember what she was wearing or even what colour her hair was, only what she was drinking.

You looked in my direction, just for a fleeting instant. She watched your face as the direction of your gaze momentarily left hers. The room was busy and loud.

There was something curious in your glance, but I didn't read too much into it. I was waiting at the bar, grabbing a fresh pint of beer, when we first briefly locked eyes. I paid for my beverage and walked back to my table.

I knew you were checking me out as I walked away. I know these faded blue jeans are tight, and I know my butt is juicy as fuck. I've been told before. I've been complimented many times.

But did you notice anything else about me? Was there anything else you liked? Or was it just my fat arse?

Right now, it didn't seem to matter. You were with her, whoever she was. I saw you glance across at me again, just as I sat back down. I dipped back into the stream of conversation with my mates, and for a moment, you were forgotten.

Minutes ticked by. As time passed, I noticed that you paid less attention to her, and more to me, some nameless stranger sitting on the other side of a crowded pub.

And then I noticed your friend tilt her neck back to drain her wine glass. It looked like you were offering to buy her another, but she shook her head and declined. She stood, and so did you, but only to hug her goodnight.

I watched, expecting you to leave with her, but you didn't. You sat back down, alone.

My pint glass was empty again. I returned to the bar and you sidled up next to me, leaning casually on the woodwork, ordering a fresh drink for yourself.

I took a moment to check you out. Long black hair, a thick beard, and piercing dark brown eyes. A black t-shirt, a pair of faded black jeans, and a pair of Converse sneakers. Your wallet was attached to your belt with a silver chain.

Fuck yeah, rockstar. You ticked every box without even trying. And you looked like you'd be a total fucking monster in the sack.

I saw you turn around as if you were looking at something on the wall, but I knew what you were doing. You tried your best to hide it, but a man with an arse as thick as mine knows when he's being ogled. I felt your eyes groping my cheeks.

I exactly knew what you wanted. And if you made the right moves, you could have it.

"G'day," I said.

"Hey," you replied.

You stood to the left of me as the barman poured your pint, and I felt your right hand leave the bar and fall by your side. I waited for you to touch me, but you didn't. Even just a light brush of your arm against my clothes would've sent a signal. I waited for you to say something more, but you remained silent.

I went back to my work colleagues. I scanned the room again, but I couldn't see you. I rejoined my conversation, forgetting about you again.

And then, ten minutes later, just as I'd forgotten about you entirely, I saw you in the beer garden outside. You were standing there alone, drinking your beer as you scrolled through socials on your phone. I excused myself from my work colleagues, pushed my chair back, and walked outside.

"Looks like rain," I observed.

"Could be a storm," you replied. "Name's Jake."

I shook your outstretched hand. "I'm Billy. Nice to meet you."

"Pardon?" you said.

"I said 'nice to meet you'."

You put your phone back in your pocket before leaning in a little closer. "I thought you said 'nice to eat you'." You took another look at my fat, chunky arse before nailing me with the sexiest, most carnivorous gaze I had ever seen.

Fuck, your eyes. Your beautiful eyes.

I cracked half a smile. "You can if you want to, you sexy motherfucker."

You threw your thick, long hair back over your neck and shoulders before taking another sip of beer. I could smell your warm breath. "You live around here?" I spied a tattoo on your neck.

"Not too far away. You hungry?"

Your dark eyes shone. "Feels like I haven't eaten in days."

I led you to my apartment three blocks away. The short walk felt like it took forever.

We didn't speak as we rode the elevator to my floor. I turned the key and opened the door. I knew exactly what was going to happen.

You pulled me close and rammed your tongue down my throat. I felt you groping my arse cheeks, kneading and squeezing them. I grabbed your neck and moaned into your mouth.

Outside, the sky opened up.

You broke our kiss and stared into my eyes. "I want to eat you," you said.

I didn't reply; I merely let you have your way with me.

You fumbled with the buckle of my belt. You hauled my jeans to the floor. My cock sprang out, but I knew that wasn't what you wanted. At least, not right now.

You turned me around. Resting the heel of your palm on my lower back, you forced me forward, making me bend at the waist, exposing me to you. I heard thunder roaring outside.

You knelt down and pulled my fat cheeks apart, exposing my tender hole.

I felt your warm breath a short moment before I felt your hot tongue. I felt your beard scratching and tickling the inner reaches of my plump cheeks as you French-kissed my delicate cunt.

I grabbed the back of your head and rammed your face into me, suffocating you.

I felt your fingertips reach between my legs, tickling my ballsack. A tickle turned into a tug, and a tug turned into a squeeze so quickly I barely registered.

I'd momentarily lost the ability to think. Every corner of my mind was fixated on the feeling of your insistent hands as they held my cheeks apart, and your fat, rough tongue as it scraped wet flashes of lightning across my anus.

And then I felt your hand reach up to grasp my erect shaft.

Your insatiable tongue already had me right on the edge.

I felt you jerking my cock with your dry fingers.

I heard an involuntary moan escape my lips.

As the pressure in my balls began to build, I felt my pussy twitching on your face.

Lightning lit the sky outside as I drooled thick goops of sperm across your knuckles. I suppressed an ungrateful whine as I felt your tongue pull away from my juicy hole, but as I watched you licking my warm semen off your hand, all I wanted to do was to kiss you again.

It seemed you had the same idea. You stood up, pulled your pants down, jacked off furiously into the palm of your hand, and fed me your sperm. I ate it off your fingers.

With wet, sticky fingertips, you pulled my face deep into yours. As our tongues collided, I tasted my sweet stink on your breath.

And then you left, walking out into the pouring rain, heading somewhere.