Buffalo Soldier’s Boy

Buffalo Soldier’s Boy


My body trembled with excitement and fear. I was in black god heaven sitting in the back seat of Derrick Johnson’s Hummer, in between his little brother Damon and him, while his dad drove the car and his older brother Robert rode in the passenger side. Derrick picked his dad, brothers and me up at LAX from an early bird flight.

“Dad loves to drive, and he’s a good driver,” Derrick told me as his dad sped toward Pasadena. The musky masculine scent of so much African Y chromosome permeated the compartment, and I almost didn’t hear Derrick because I was affixed to the famous bulge in his sweats. I wondered if he’d mind or be offended if my hand accidentally slipped and came to rest on it. His little brother Damon filled out a pair of faded, worn Levi 501 with a button fly, and his western style shirt and boots had my legs together trying to hide my sexual excitement. Derrick was the biggest man I ever saw, and I knew he’d be like that. He was bigger than I expected. I’d sure hate to have to fight him. Damon was about my size, very solid, heavily, powerfully muscled, and the bulge in his Levis was something I simply could not look away from.

When he placed his warm, calloused hand over mine and lifted it over onto his crotch, and asked, “You want some of this?” my dick throbbed so hard I almost lost it and creamed my pants. When he turned his head and leaned toward me, I closed my eyes and felt my lips meet his, sinking into their soft, very thick warmth. It was the first time I ever kissed a black man, and his huge, thick lips were everything I imagined. He wrapped them around my lower and upper lip alternately and gently sucked. His belly was a Greek Siren, calling to me to come and enjoy what it had to offer. His ass called me to give up everything I knew as a man, to take the plunge into his stomach and begin the journey that would end with one last, loving squeeze through his manly anus as repulsive feces only males like him could produce. His penis was my destination, for the masculine testosterone in my body would earmark and designate my remains as reproductive nourishment for his testicles, which would convert my body into cum.

Damon was several years younger than me; a virile teenage male at the pinnacle of his sexual and athletic development, which I sensed coming from almost every pore of his skin. The stubble of his whiskers felt bristly, like maybe I ought not be kissing a younger man, but I didn’t care. I rimmed his lips with my tongue and drooled almost uncontrollably. When Damon thrust his tongue into my mouth, I was surprised by how much bigger it was than my tongue. I sucked and chewed on it while I pressed my hand up on his belly and slid it down into his pants and through his briefs to finally feel the heat and size of a black man’s penis. My first black experience.


I wrapped my fingers around Damon’s penis with disbelief at how fat it was. His penis was flaccid soft and much larger than mine; bigger than my boner. I squeezed and stroked, feeling Damon’s organ swell and harden in my hand until it was twice as thick as mine, when Derrick put his huge hand on my belly and quickly, dexterously unbuttoned and unzipped my Wranglers to pull my penis from the restraint of my briefs.

“Nice dick.” I heard him say. He squeezed my penis and lathered his fingers in my precum, and then formed his fingers and thumb into a pussy. I fucked his fingers and let go, prematurely cumming violently into the palm of his hand.

“You horny boys can’t wait until we get home?” Derrick’s dad said, laughing to himself.

“Mmm!” Derrick said as he slurped my two tablespoons of cum through his lips. “White boy cum! Delicious! Salty, nutty, a little bittersweet. You’re such a tasty white boy, I’m almost tempted to not wait until we get home, and put you in my stomach right now!”

A chill shot up and down my spine, because I knew before things were done, I’d be in one of their stomachs, slowly being dissolved in a gruesome confirmation that survival of the fittest and best chance for the passage of genes among humans was in those males with the biggest dicks. I was the poor prey who would wiggle with glazed eyes in the stomach of a bigger guy, to begin a cruel twenty four hour slow passage, ending at his anus.

Damon pulled his tongue from my mouth. “No way Derrick. This white boy is mine. He’s gonna spend tonight in my belly on his one-way journey into the ass of his dreams; mine!” Damon said to his brother. Then Damon whispered in my ear, “I got a deep bubble butt, better than Derrick, and my dick is thicker. I digest food better and make nasty turds. I know how bad you want to be a really nasty niggah turd. I can already tell you’re gonna be mine, a thick, chunky, knobby niggah grogan that’s a relief to give birth to. It will be a real pleasure for me to grunt and relax pushing you out my ass. Probably will give me a really hard boner too. ”

I knew I never felt a bigger dick as I smeared his sticky precum over his heavy, very hot penis.

“How do you boys come by such huge dicks?” I asked as Damon before we once again locked lips and tongues. His dad; I almost felt as if he was my dad since I was going to become part of one of his sons…  Anyway Dad said, “My grandpa was a buffalo soldier other fellows in his regiment nicknamed “Two Gun.”

“You never told us why he was called Two Gun,” Derrick replied. “Was that because he carried two guns?”

“Hehehe!” Dad laughed. “Not hardly. He was called two gun because his dick was twice as long as the barrel of his gun. When they’d go into a town, some dude would ask him that, and when Grandpa told him, or one of his friends did, the dude would demand Grandpa prove it. They’d be drinkin’ at some bar or in some saloon, and when grandpa had to take a piss, he’d whip out his big black dick right there in the saloon. Then his buddies would sometimes bet the town dude that grandpa’s dick was as bigger than his horse’s dick… and of course the dude would lose when grandpa jacked himself into a boner. Sometimes in one of the wilder towns, grandpa would get paid by a bunch of guys who wanted to watch him fuck, and he’d bang some bar girl on a poker table. Grandpa knocked up many bar girls, and populated Johnsons all over the south, and especially in Texas. He probably helped start some of the wild stories about oversexed, big dicked black men.”

When we arrived at Derrick’s condo, Derrick and Damon got out each side, and I scooted to follow Damon. His butt was right in my face outside the Hummer, and I never saw such a deep, curvy black bubble butt on a male. He turned a little sideways and I stared at the straight vertical drop of his warm, hot belly and the heavy bulge in his jeans. His ass curved wildly away from his belly and my imagination followed the muscular rounds into the cleft, imagining myself as one of his thick, chunky turds slowly being squeezed out between those two delicious round buns. His anus was my nirvana and I would do anything to get there. I was happy to be eaten and let my body be digested just to be a turd slowly squeezed from Damon’s incredibly sexy male ass.

Then he unbuckled his belt, ripped open his button fly and dropped his jeans where he stood. He bent over to drop his boxers, and stood back up with his bare black ass in my face. He bent over slightly and as he pulled apart the thick cheeks, I put my hands on his hips and pulled his ass into my face. There was invisible, kinky stubble I didn’t anticipate on what looked like a baby smooth buttocks. I plunged my face between his fat cheeks until our lips met and we embraced in a long, hot kiss; my lips to his anus. I licked the hard, salty rim and Frenched with my tongue as deep into his rectum as I could go. The taste was electric, like touching my tongue to a transistor battery, bitterly tangy. My tongue connected me with the reality of digestion because Damon’s rectum was not a particularly nice place. I felt my tongue tingle and go numb. The kinky black hair around his anus felt wiry, unlike the stubble of his whiskers or his invisible buttock hair. The manstink was a perfume to me.

Derrick and his dad walked around the car, pulled out their smart phones and stood on each side of Damon recording his ass being rimmed. Damon spread his legs and I pulled back to see what up to that point I’d only felt. His anus was a puckered slit about an inch long. It was firm and the more my tongue pushed, the harder his anus squeezed, trying to keep my tongue from entering his black male ass, saying, “the only way white boy goes through is from the other direction after my master has digested him.”

Damons balls were plump, fat and held firm and tight in the black bag of wrinkly soft skin, attached to his body below his anus like an “in my face” taunt of what he had and I didn’t. But his penis! Oh gawd, I never saw a penis like that. It was half hard, hung almost down to his knees, thicker than my arm. I took hold, but could not begin to wrap my hand all the way around it. It was heavy like a large tenderloin, sizzling hot, and as I stroked it, I felt it get even bigger, and hard. It wasn’t just bigger than mine. His penis dwarfed mine. I cupped my hand around the head and spread slippery precum oozing from the hole up and down the huge black pipe. Then I pulled my hand to my nose and took in a deep breath, smelling the musky masculine scent of the best male perfume on the planet.

Damon turned around and stepped toward me, flexing his groin as his penis hardened with excitement. I took hold of it with both hands and slowly began to pump the loose black skin up and down over the defined network of veins and arteries feeding the monster penis. I kissed the tip of his glans and then swirled my tongue from under the frenulum, around the sulcous rim, and sucked him in. My jaw was dropped so far it hurt. I could barely fit the head of his penis in my mouth. But his salty, slippery precum made it slide smoothly. It took my mouth and both hands to fully jerk his dick. He thrust with little flexes of his ass, squeezing his deep, round buttocks together, rubbing the head of his penis in and out through my lips. Drool of precum and saliva ran down my chin and dropped to the ground in long gooey strands. Derrick and his dad continued to record the scene on their phones, as close they could get.

As Damon pumped me, he pulled up his shirt to expose his muscular black belly. I could hear the gurgling noises of his hungry stomach wanting food. It was my destiny, but before I went there, I wanted to see and know everything Damon did. I wanted to see him cum and taste his semen; see him piss and taste his salty golden shower, and watch him shit so I could know exactly what his body would do to me.

Damon increased the intensity of pelvic gyration, pumping his huge penis through my hands, in and out my mouth. I gripped his dick as hard as I could with my lips. He told me to chew on it. Guys I sucked didn’t like teeth, and I tried hard to not bite Damon. But he got off feeling my teeth. I could tell by the way his body twitched and his breaking voice he was close to orgasm.

“Oh fuck…” Damon moaned. He just turned eighteen, and like many teenagers, capable of fucking and cumming rather quickly and often. I felt his dick start to throb in my hands. The stiff, blood filled corpus and caverna flexed on their own, independent of Damon’s body.

Suddenly my mouth became very warm, with the salty, bitter flavor of Damon’s hot semen flooding it. I was used to males who produced a few drops of semen, maybe a teaspoon in all. Damon’s first squirt was more cum than males I sucked delivered in their whole climax. His penis flexed in my hands and I nursed him, chugging swallows of cum before pulling off because I so badly wanted to see fresh cum emerge from his dick. The contrast of his black skin and the white baby glue emerging from the hole could not have been more profound. I never saw so much cum ooze from a dick. It slid down the shaft, and before it dripped off wasted, I licked those wads of cum, watched and felt his waning contractions as his hot blood was returned to his body and his penis softened.

“Hey little whitey boy, you like dis niggah cum?” Damon asked me.

“Mmm!” I could not say anything else because there was no room in my mouth for words and his big black dick.

“Her Der,” Damon said. “This one’s gonna be my white boy.”

Derrick smiled and said, “You think you’re man enough?”

Damon looked down at me, nursing his floppy penis. “You’ve got a problem. You just milked about two days’ worth of my cum, and I expect you to pay me back.”

“You want to suck my dick?” I asked in pretense shock that he would have that interest in me, knowing that wasn’t what he meant.

“Nope!” He said. “You’re goin’ down my pipes. You gotta give back what you took. I’m gonna eat you. I will swallow you whole and alive, and enjoy feeling you squirm in my stomach. You’re goin’ down the pipes that lead to my ass and dick. You gonna spend the night in my stomach. While I sleep, I’m gonna digest and churn you in my hot, nasty acids and digestive juices, and then pump you through my bowels and turn you into shit. Sometime tomorrow, my asshole’s gonna open up wide while I grunt and push you out of my body. You gonna be a nasty, chunky niggah shit. Then some of you is gonna trickle down the pipe into my big black dick, and I’m gonna piss you. You’re gonna be my shit and piss. What I digest and take is gonna feed my body and help make my muscles big and strong. Some of you is gonna end up as my nutt. When I bust my nutt, you’re gonna be squirtin’ from my twelve inches like a fountain.”

I was so fucking hard and excited hearing him talk to me like that, I couldn’t stand it.

On the bedroom terrace balcony was what Derrick called ‘the pantry.’ It was a nice little condo in miniature, with little bonsai trees and a doll house, except everything was fully functional, because it was built by little people who made it real to their specifications. The doors had real latches and real locks, the windows really worked, and there were utilities, electricity, water and sewer.

Derrick lifted the roof from one unit and pulled a victim out of bed. The little guy struggled because he was involuntarily incarcerated and scheduled as Derrick’s morning meal. Derrick held his feet, peeled off his clothes and tossed them into a waste basket. I watched his tongue extend as a landing pad, or welcome mat, and then his lips wrap around the victim’s torso. With a quick slurp the young man was sucked into his mouth, rolled a few times. As soon as Derrick felt ready, he was swallowed.

He went down so easily and effortlessly. I hoped Damon would swallow me just as smoothly. His feet slipped through Derrick’s lips and I watched the lump move down his throat, expanding his thick neck with the swallowing reflex. I stared at Derrick for about fifteen or twenty seconds when I heard the rumbling gurgle from his stomach as his squirming, live meal dropped into what was sure to be a gruesome and repulsive fate.

“Want to suck my dick?” Derrick asked me. I thought I died and went to heaven. Derrick was my idol. I had his poster in my room, and on my computer, scenes of him fucking an endless procession of women who wanted the experience of his big, famous penis. I thought about the long line of young males who ended up in his stomach, digested and crushed by the endless ripple of peristalsis until their remains were pushed through his anus and shot from his penis.

The three Johnson boys and their dad stripped off and so did I; five naked men together in Derrick’s condo.

Derrick’s penis was just like the dildo I bought and played with. Like Damon’s it dwarfed my dick. I two handed it, nursing and sucking the head, excited because of all the pussy it wrecked. It was easy to see how and why. But what caught my attention was the gurgling and churning from Derrick’s stomach as he digested his breakfast. For a while I listened to the guy struggle in a vain attempt to escape, and then struggle just to stay alive. I felt kind of bad for the little guy, because I knew all too well what he was going to be like when Derrick was finished with him.

Listening to the guy being digested alive was a little frightening, and I questioned the sanity of my decision. I glanced over at our reflections in a mirror. Derrick was so much bigger than me. The more I looked at myself, the more I saw myself emerging from his ass. I wanted to be in his stomach, or Damon’s or even his dad’s. Then Damon and his dad, and Robert stepped in and blocked my view. I was surrounded by black males, each with a huge penis and the expectation for me to nurse him until he came. Damon was already recovered, hard and masturbating for his second nutt of the morning.

I continued to suck Derrick, while the other three men masturbated. The tips of their penises were so close enough to my nose; I could smell the musky, sweaty scent of dirty penis and semen. I was prey in a pride of African lions, on whom they would first mark their territory.

Derrick grunted and in his resonant voice said, “I’m gonna cum…. Oh fuck baby, this feels so fucking good.”

I opened my mouth and he pulled out to rest just the head of his penis on my tongue. He took over for a few strokes of very athletic, hard masturbation, then slowed way down as he ejaculated into my mouth. The volume of semen he produced was comparable to the twelve or thirteen inches of penis hung from his crotch, and I swallowed all of it. It was clearly not as sweet as Damon’s cum, with a bitter flavor from the meat of the boys he digested. Then Damon came again. This time I watched as his big penis flexed with contractions that delivered more ropes of pearly white cum across my face.  Robert came next. His dick was the smallest of the Johnson men, but still eight inches, and what he lacked in size he more than made up for in volume of semen. He ejaculated fourteen shots of thick semen over my brow, nose and lips. Their dad came last, drooling huge, thick, gluey wads of cum from his penis as he held it over my face.

With Derrick’s final cumshot in my mouth, I stood and embraced Damon. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tight against his warm body inserting his tongue into my mouth to taste his brother’s salty cum before I swallowed it.

“Want to watch me take a shit?” Derrick asked. “I have to shit.”

“Yes sir!” I said emphatically. “That’s really nasty. Would you shit on me?”

“Get down on the floor. Lay down right here.” He pointed. “That’s it. Yeah, I’ll shit on you.”

I laid down where he commanded, and he stepped over to straddle me. Then he knelt down to squat, holding his ass over my belly. I listened as gas hissed from his anus, and then the lips opened with a series of crackles from sticky mucus lubrication. A thick log of nuggets pushed against his anus and spread the lips into a wide, circular ring.  Internal pressure pursed his anal lips out from his body as the mangled log of dark, chunky feces and digested human bones emerged. Morning light made the repulsive turd glisten with a coat of fresh mucus to lubricate and ease its passage through Derrick’s anus. My black god was shitting on me! He grunted, pushing hard, and then paused to catch his breath and relax when his distended anal lips were pulled back over the thickest part of the turd so the log protruded from his butt. When about four inches of the thick log were out, the feces changed into a softer texture and lighter color, and the whole waste slid out quickly onto my belly. It was hot and felt surprisingly good on my skin. There were little flecks and chunks of yellowish white solid material that I could not tell were kernels of corn, or digested bone.

When he was done, no sooner than he stepped off but Damon straddled me and squatted not quite as deep as Derrick. I was in love with Damon. His ass was so deep and masculine. He backed up until his ass was right over my face. His little virgin anus slit began to pucker and flex as the perineal floor bulged from the pressure of a thick, chunky man turd squeezed from colon into rectum. When his anus puckered, I craned my neck to plant my lips on it, unphased and excited about serving as his toilet. His anus yawned into a wide gape that allowed me an intimate view into the deep, dark, forbidding interior of his rectum. Tightly gripped in the wet, pink rectal muscle was the knobby end of a very big turd. Dark brown nuggets were coated with strands of translucent, dull amber yellow mucus, and whatever he digested looked like it had been through hell. Seeing the turd still inside Damon’s ass made me harder and hornier than I’d ever been in my life. Very slowly the big turd moved toward me, hissing and crackling from mucus rubbed on the rippling pink rectal wall. The putrid, sweet stink made my nostrils flare, and I breathed deeply, savoring the mix of scents. Damon grunted to push a few inches of his chunky, hot turd through his anus, and then paused to relax and enjoy the sensation of relief. His turd glistened in the morning light, steaming hot in the cool, dry California winter morning air. Damon’s turd was more repulsive than Derrick’s, though it contained no human remains. I wanted desperately to be his first.

He shifted position a little, and the flex caused his anus to contract. The crushing pressure produced cracks in the turd, which then broke off and dropped onto my chest. Immediately, more of his shit emerged, propelled only by peristalsis. He whacked my belly with his big, half erect penis, and as an almost endless paste of softer, mushy shit squeezed out into a coiled pile, hot, wet and sticky on my skin, a strong jet of piss shot from his penis, which recoiled like a bazooka. Damon’s urine on my belly and Derrick’s turd felt warm and sensual.

Damon stood up and turned around, standing over my legs. Robert, and Derrick strolled over and stood on each side of my body, and their father stood with my head looking up between his legs as though he was some old village giant or ogre. His testicles were nested in a plump, fat scrotum covered in deeply wrinkled black skin, and his uncut penis hung down toward my face like the trunk of an elephant. I saw the jet of urine shoot forcefully through his foreskin and splatter on my face, washing off the drying, crusty cum residue. The sting of the salty urea made me close my eyes for protection. I opened my mouth like the drain in the toilet bowl to catch the old man’s salty, hot piss. It burned my throat and tasted uniquely bland, as if there was no usable nutritional value to it.

Derrick and Robert joined him and relieved their bladders, discharging what seemed to be a gallon of hot urine on my chest and belly. Derrick aimed his at his big turd, drilling holes in the log and washing chunks away which cascaded down over my side before the urine trickle lost sufficient strength to wash it away.

The Johnson men were totally nonchalant. I stared up at them all looking down at me, their huge, flaccid penises jiggling as if made of jello. Derrick’s belly showed no sign of the poor little fellow trapped inside, undergoing his own personal Armageddon, being crushed and squeezed by powerful peristaltic contractions in a hot, slimy bath of gastric juices as he was digested alive. My body was covered with their bodily waste and excrement. The scent of black male semen, urine and feces filled the room, and my stomach was a little queasy from swallowing too much cum and piss. It made me understand why black males are always welcome at swinger parties, and when white chicks fuck black, they tend to stay black.

I smeared Derrick and Damon’s feces over my chest, belly and arms, like the warm mud of an exotic spa. As repulsed as I should have been from being their toilet, I was not. It was a turn on in a kinky way, and their excrement felt good on my skin. I wasn’t into smearing, but something made me try it. The array of tiny human bones in Derrick’s turd crumbled under the pressure of my hand, for I had not realized just how badly digestion rendered them hollow, empty, lifeless husks of the once-strong skeleton of some unfortunate victim whose final hours were spent being squeezed through the slime in his powerful coils of intestines and colon. The bone fragments and pieces snapped and crackled like crispy rice and became a pumice-like grit that gave the sticky feces some substance.

I read somewhere some animals smear feces on themselves to hide their scent, to fool predators into thinking they were already eaten and digested. They cower motionless when a predator threatens, dependent on the scent of feces to save their lives.

“You need to shower boy. You stink!” Damon said. He leaned over and reached for my hand to pull me up.

Robert went into the kitchen for a mop and bucket for the excess spillage, while Damon and I walked upstairs to the master bedroom shower still holding hands. I peeked in Derrick’s bedroom, and sprawled out on his bed was a young white female of maybe twenty years of age, flat on her back, legs spread, fast asleep. She looked very pretty, healthy and normal, except her pussy was battered, flushed and the lips grossly swollen and misshapen. It must have been hours since Derrick fucked her, and her pussy was still swollen from it.

I stepped into the shower and lathered to cleanse my body of the salty, crusting muck from the smeared black male feces and urine which made my skin tingle. Once I was clean, Damon stepped in and we embraced under the pelting, hot water. He fumbled my penis and scrotum in his hand.

“How are you supposed to fuck with this little thing?” he asked as curious about my five erect inches as I was about his six flaccid inches. “Does your bitch feel anything?”

“I don’t have a bitch. I’m Gay.”

“Yeah, me too, but I still get hit on a lot by women who want to fuck.”

“Have you ever fucked a girl?”

“Oh yeah. Several times.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Eh… not really. Take it or leave it. I mean it’s OK, but I don’t get off on pussy.”

“What kind of dick do you like?”

“I like mine sucked by white boy.”

Damon pushed down on my shoulders so I was forced onto my knees, face to face with his penis in the pelting hot water. The horny teen wanted head again! While I sucked the soft, spongy head into my mouth once again, I reached around and embraced his ass. I ran my fingers down the cleft between his buttocks until I reached his anus, and with the help of a little soap lather, pushed my finger into his rectum. Inside it felt intensely hot and sticky. His anus tightly gripped my finger and I felt contractions try to push my finger back out. I cupped my other hand under his scrotum and massaged his perineal floor. He wrapped his calloused cowboy hands around my head and flexed his buttocks to squeeze my finger and hold it hostage in the sticky wet grip of his hot rectum, while thrusting the head of his penis in and out of my lips, stimulating yet another boner.

“Good gawd,” I said, pulling off for a moment to watch his organ swell with blood and rise in throbbing pulses. “How are you able to recover so fast, and make so much cum?”

“Don’t waste time! Suck my dick while I’m talking to you.”

“Yes sir!” I said, immediately bending his incredibly stiff, erect penis down so I could suck and pleasure the head.

“Now my little brother Lance is really hung. He’s gonna be a lady killer. He’s eleven, but you should see his dick. His soft dick hangs half way down to his knees. When he gets a boner, he’s already got enough dick meat to make a pussy very sore.”

“Mmmn!” I moaned unable to articulate a word because there was too much dick in my mouth.

“He don’t know what dick is for besides pissin. He gets teased a lot since in PE the boys all have to shower now, but in a few years when all those rich white dopes at his school are older and he’s datin’ and knockin’ up their women, they won’t be teasin’ him no more.”

“Are you a cowboy?” I mumbled, not knowing if Damon understood, but it was the best I could do.

“Yeah. I take after Grandpa Twogun. Daddy says so too. Lots of the old cowboys of the west were blacks fleein’ after the Civil War. He became a buffalo soldier like dad said. So since I look like him, I kinda feel like the one to carry on his legacy. I’m a buffalo soldier’s boy.”

“You’re in great shape- really muscular, hard body. Do you play sports?” I mumbled, drooling saliva and Damon’s salty precum already oozing from the hole.

“Yeah. Rodeo. I compete in chute dogging, pole bending and calf roping. When I graduate high school I’m gonna move up to bull riding and steer wrestling. Keep suckin’ my dick like that, boy! I love that. I love the way you suck black dick.”

There was no way I was going to deep throat him, so I concentrated on the head and especially the frenulum, since by experience I learned that was the most sensitive spot on his penis. His teenage virility rewarded me as my efforts led to his third climax ejaculation of the morning: Nine long, ropey squirts of cum, a little sweeter than his first ejaculate. I stood, we kissed and before I swallowed all of his cum, I shared it with him.

Damon lathered his hard body and let me wash his belly, dick, and his ass. Finally clean, we towel dried and went downstairs for breakfast. We passed by Derrick’s room and he was on his bed fucking the woman I saw asleep. I paused to watch him work. I was astonished by how that tiny little girl could take that much dick into her little body. His black ass flexed, bumped and ground up and down, driving his dick in and out of her, and I thought about the little guy in his stomach on his way to that powerful black ass. By now he was probably chunks of flesh sloshing in Derrick’s stomach, with soupy splatters of chyme already being sucked down and pumped into the intestines, much like Derrick was gonna pump that pussy full of cum.

Downstairs, I sat on the edge of the table, my stomach a little upset from the massive amount cum and black male piss in it. Damon attached the rubber dongle to my dick and asked if I was ready. I gulped and said I thought so. He tapped the space bar and a deafening, high pitched whine and a flash that blinded me for a moment knocked me almost to the center of the table.

I regained consciousness on Damon’s tongue.

“Hey” I yelled.

Damon pulled me out by the feet and dangled me above his face. I peered down into the dark depth of his nostrils and down the bridge of his wide nose, into his soft, gentle brown eyes. My body was coated with saliva and I shivered in the morning chill.

“I need to get warm!” I said to Damon.

He opened his mouth and extended his tongue like a welcome mat; a landing pad and lowered me face first onto it. The intense heat immediately penetrated my chilling, shivering body, and made me feel better. When his lips closed around my legs, everything went dark. I felt his tongue swirl and roll me around between his flawless white teeth, wrapping me up in sheets of slippery saliva. Then I felt the tip of his tongue press my feet against the roof of his mouth, right behind his teeth, while the rest of it flexed in a deep, rippling wave that propelled me into his throat. The hot, moist wind of his breath blowing in and out across my back was replaced by a gentle, flexing squeeze and push. My sense of direction was gone, but as I passed in front of his colossal jock heart, I knew for certain that I’d been swallowed.

When I reached the sphincter, it opened with a sucking hiss and the smooth esophageal wave delivered me directly into Damon’s stomach. The stale odor of morning jock breath was replaced with a sickening, sour stench, and his stomach seemed ominously hostile. The fall I expected never came, nor did the splash I anticipated into the soupy pool of partially digested this and that, waiting until ready to go on down. His stomach walls gripped me tightly, but were coated with so much slime, I felt the contractions squeeze and crush, gurgling from bubbles of air and gas swallowed along with me. I slid on my back into the pool of gastric juice, unaware of the thick, foamy suds of stomach acid secreted from the constantly flexing walls around me. I gasped in the sour, stale stench, sucking air from large bubbles in the foam that covered my face. The internal noises of his body, silent from outside, were amplified inside, and I did not anticipate so much noise from the biological factory of which I was now food and fuel.

When Damon left the table, he jogged up the stairs to his bedroom, carrying me in his stomach. Juices in the organ sloshed and I involuntarily breathed some of the splatter, which made my throat tingle like I’d eaten a good green chili salsa. Then without warning, Damon belched, and I felt the sudden contractions of his stomach first squeeze, and then press with a crushing grip on my body. I struggled to resist and endure it as best I could. My skin itched and tingled as digestion commenced. When I felt the grip of his stomach walls relax a little, and a soft, gentle rocking motion began that felt almost sensual, I shouted,

“Hey Damon! Can you hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you. That’s kewl man! You’re in my stomach and you’re alive. This is really hot!”

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I’m lying down on my bed jerkin’ off. After I ate you, I came upstairs to my room to watch some porn on my laptop. Eating you gave me a rock hard boner.”

The acid of his stomach made the heat much more intense and worse. My skin was burning in places, and felt raw, almost stinging, like a hot shower on a fresh cut. Just when it seemed like I couldn’t stand it and had to get out, not that I could, the sting and heat went away.

Damon didn’t last long, and quickly reached orgasm with me in his stomach.

“I’m about to cum… I’m gonna cum… oh fuck! Oh shit!...” I felt the sharp twitches of his body as his powerful pelvic muscles contracted in concert to ejaculate. I counted- eight big squirts and a ninth little spit.

Then I felt powerful movement and contraction, and then a flexing rhythmic squeeze.

“What’s going on?” I shouted.

“Nothing.”

“What are you doing?”

“Going to the bathroom.”

“What for?”

“I have to take a shit.”

When Damon sat down on the toilet, I felt his belly contract in a crunch and put crushing pressure on his stomach. I was trapped and barely able to breathe. Below I felt the mass of his intestines pushed up against the floor of his stomach in a hard, solid mass. Then he grunted and the stomach walls crushed me between his powerful abs, his backbone, and down against the solid mass of intestines.

“Oh shit!” Damon said, and he relaxed, breathing really deep. Then he grunted and again bore down, pushing really hard. I smelled the scent of hot blood all around me, and the other organs crowded into his belly, all pressing down to push the big turd into his rectum and through his anus. The pressure of his powerful, flexing abs squeezed me in his stomach so began to move. I oozed involuntarily through the sticky, slimy stomach tube contracted around me as far as I could go. Then when he relaxed, my body oozed through the sticky mucus back down into the lake of gastric juices.

“Shitting a big one?” I croaked, voice hoarse from inhalation of acid droplets of sloshing juices when he carried me upstairs.

“Yeah man. I feel like I’m giving birth to something.”

Damon took a deep breath which pressed his diaphragm down on the stomach from above, compressing the organ into the solid floor of intestines, once again squeezing me down toward the pylorus valve which contracted to keep me in the stomach. Then he grunted and the pressure became crushing. Again I was squeezed back up the contracted tube, stomach wall wrapped around my body, gripping tightly. I felt the surges of blood pulsing through arteries in the stomach wall in concert with the deep circadian booms of his heart up above, and the deep tingle and burn as acid was secreted to lather my body. The knobby ruggae muscle rippled with peristalsis in delivery of a deep, sensual massage that attempted to peel my muscles from my bones.

Down below me I heard the sickening crackle and squeaks of Damon’s big turd sliding through the firm grip of his yawning anus. I felt and heard the rippling squeeze of peristalsis moving fecal sludge and gas through the colon, just on the other side of the stomach wall from me. It was an unexpected experience to be alive in his stomach while he took a big shit. It was like I was being moved through his bowels too.

Damon relaxed, and then bore down once more, vocally grunting to push with all his abdominal visceral strength to empty his bowels. He held his breath and me tightly in his stomach, and then suddenly exhaled with a vocal “Ah!”

I felt the crushing grip of his stomach relax as the big, knobby, chunky part of his turd was pushed out and the softer secondary feces was moved just by peristalsis of the colon. Then I felt his bladder muscles squeeze that organ and heard the muffled sound of a forceful male morning piss roiling into the toilet bowl.

“Lose your boner?” I croaked.

“Fuck no. I’m pissing with a hard on.”

I didn’t realize his boner prolonged my life and consciousness in his stomach, because the organ pulled so much blood from his body, digestion was temporarily suspended. I felt the internal pressure from his full bladder subside as the organ emptied. When he finished pissing, it was somewhat quiet for a few moments. Then, the gentle rocking resumed. I felt like I was in a big hammock on a hot, sultry Louisiana night, but instead of hearing crickets and frogs, I listened to rumbles and gurgles from his intestines, and stomach walls contracting around me with massaging ripples of peristalsis.

“Now what are you doing?”

“Jacking off my big black dick again. Fuck, you’re giving me such a throbbing hard on! I can see why Derrick eats so much white boy and is always fucking somebody. I’m almost horny enough to fuck pussy. You should see my turd. Some of it is floating in the water, and I’m pretending it’s you. I’m gonna cum on it.”

I reached over and took hold of my penis. I was seriously hard and throbbing from the excitement, in spite of how foul the smell in his stomach was. I began to moan and flexed my legs stiff, squeezing my ass tight, furiously jacking my dick, and shouted, “I’m gonna cum!” My body jerked hard, making little slurping and sucking noises in the hot, sticky mucus and digestive slime. A few seconds after I climaxed, Damon moaned so his voice broke.

“Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh fuck…. I’m gonna cum too… “

The gentle rocking of his masturbation yielded to violent twitches. I felt Damon flex his massive buttocks rhythmically as four more long, thick ropes of cum were ejaculated from his big penis, into the toilet. My mind was spinning and I felt tingly and very sleepy. I wondered how long it would be before I slipped away from consciousness, and what it would be like when his stomach was finished and pumped me into his intestines. Was I Damon’s next big turd?

(Unfortunately this is the end of the story as Steve was able to tell it. However, Derrick was kind enough to record Damon defecating Steve’s remains after he was digested.)