Well, I ate Tucker. I promised myself I wouldn’t eat this one and have a normal date, but the
Well, I ate Tucker. I promised myself I wouldn’t eat this one and have a normal date, but the wait took long at the restaurant and he suggested we leave without food. He wanted to go back to his place for a homemade meal instead of waiting. I had a jogger for breakfast and two twinks for lunch, hoping to fill my stomach up long enough for a normal dinner, but Tucker was starting to look good before the first hour was up. We left the restaurant and called an Uber, all the while I tried to control my growing appetite and be patient, but that’s not what my gut wants. It wants food. It wants Tucker. And it always gets what it wants. It wasn’t long before we were at his place and he was in the kitchen, picking out spices and making small talk. I tried hard to resist my stomach and was doing it, until he made an offhand comment about a guy my size needing a lot of meat. Before I knew it, I was behind him with his head in my neck and his shoulders trapped between my lips. He’s right, I do need a lot of meat and he is a lot of meat. I sucked down my date like a gluttonous monster until I felt the bulge of his feet sliding down my gullet. I came to my senses when he finished curling up in my stomach, squirming occasionally in frustration. Well, maybe the next one will make it to a second date, but at least I got dinner. -- source link