Gay vore story

Now, Bryson got his head down his esophagus, it was time for the shoulders, and eventually the guy’s chest. No, he was hungry for prey. He admired the orgasm he just had, and was too lazy and tired to clean it up.

Bryson could taste the cum with his tongue, and wanted to continue playing with his prey, but couldn’t, as the guy’s legs grew stiff from pleasure, and he stopped fighting.

“Here is your tip, and…oops!” Bryson purposefully dropped the ten dollar bill on the floor. “Well, your job is now accomplished. “Don’t worry, I won’t let this food go to waste. Pulling the guy’s shoes off of his feet, Bryson seized his chance, put his hands around the soles of the delivery guy’s feet, and sent him with one final push to his stomach.

Sort of.

Now was his chance, for his prey was distracted. “Oh, fuck!” Bryson yelled out loud. With a splat, what seemed to be what was left of the delivery guy’s uniform: his pants, his shirt, and his socks, got thrown to the floor. Hajimemashite! Grrrrrroan. I love hot prey.

However, since this story is created by members, Writing.Com can not control the content within it. Grrrrrrrrrrooooaaaaan. To be certain you don't encounter textual content that may be offensive, you should leave this area and not continue on within this item. The same could be said about the delivery guy. He didn’t feel like going on a dating app and seducing his way into eating his prey, or finding some other convoluted way to go about getting his dinner.

His stomach erupted with groans and gurgles from within and kept eating away at the pizza and the remains of the delivery guy.