After a few hours of napping, you start to feel hungry again, so you leave home to search for another boy to eat. As luck would have it, you spot Luke, a boy from your neighborhood, across the street playing a game of basketball with some others.
Luke is fifteen years old with sandy blond hair down to his neck. He is sweating a lot as he plays. He looks up as you approach and asks his friends to leave you two alone.
"Hey Jamie," he bares a perfectly white grin at you and you smile back. Everyone knows that Luke has a thing for younger guys, and you've even messed around with him on a number of occasions. You look into his steely blue eyes and your hunger returns.
Luke leans down and plants a kiss on your lips. You start to kiss back, a thought entering your mind. As the kiss deepens, you lift your arms up and wrap them around Luke's neck pulling him in closer as his tongue swipes over your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You open your mouth and at first, he thinks he's getting in. But he'll soon realize that isn't the plan at all.
As you open your mouth more and more, Luke realizes something isn't right. But it's too late. Your mouth begins growing larger and larger until it's bigger than his head.
"Jamie? Jamie what's going on?" Luke is beginning to panic. It's too late for him. You bring your mouth around his head and clamp shut.
Luke's head is in your mouth and you can taste all the salty sweat leftover from his vigorous basketball game. Your tongue swipes over his face, slathering it with your saliva. Then you remember how fun it was playing with James before you ate him, so you decide to tease Luke. You spit him out.
Luke is gasping for air now, as your thick saliva drips down his face. He coughs up your mouth water and looks at you with mild horror.
"What was that?" he demands.
"I was just playing with you," you lie, laughing easily as if it's some big joke.
Luke doesn't know what to make of it. You beckon him closer. "Now where did we leave off?"
Your lips meet his again and you can smell your saliva all over him as you kiss, smearing it all over his face. Soon, the two of you are naked beneath the basketball hoop in a heated make-out session, your bodies entangled. Looking down at the boy below you, you decide it's time for you to enjoy his meat. With one hand wrapped around his neck, you hold him in place. Then you envelop his head with your mouth once more.
His muffled cries can be heard from inside your mouth, begging for you to let him out again. But he won't ever see the light of day again. You insert your thick, wet tongue into his mouth, tasting his saliva as you cover him in yours. He cries out as your spit rushes down his throat, partially drowning him. You decide to let up. You want to feel him squirm. You coat him in your thick, sloppy saliva as you continuously suck him into your mouth. Now his entire upper body is inside and you keep sucking more of him in, despite his pleas for mercy.
Finally, you take in his feet and he is fully within your mouth, bathing in your musky saliva and warm breath. You start to pull out the various flavors of his body: the sweat from basketball, the dried cum on his thighs that tells you he had sex recently, his cologne and his deodorant. You taste every bit of him as he struggles inside of your oral cavity. When you've tasted all you can of the meat inside your mouth, you slowly begin to swallow him up. His cries echo within your throat as he slides down your esophagus and in to your stomach to join James and the countless other boys you plan on savoring. He begins to squirm inside of you, crying out and begging for you to release him.
"Sorry, Luke," you tell him, "you taste too good to waste and you're not getting out! If it's any consolation though: your body was absolutely delicious!" With that, you go off in search of some more boys to devour.