Hotdog: A Fictional Narrative

“Would you like that?” The young man’s face lit up. “Do you really mean it?”, “Of course;

He bites into one and remarks with a full mouth. “I can’t say the same. Just eat half, but you’ll want more.”

“That’s what you wanted me on my knees.” he stood to his feet while she giggle at him like a schoolgirl. “ Maybe if you wouldn’t turn around I would have ate you the right way.

I can hear him, feel him struggling to breathe so I loosen my grip just enough to keep him alive. "You're mine now so do exactly as I say."

A hand runs down Phil’s back to slap his ass hard and Phil makes a sound between a dying animal and a moan. Dan giggles at the sound and squeezes the reddening skin gently.

“Don’t stop your hands, I’m feeling pretty hot.. . You’ll have to undress me,” he whispered before leaning forwards a bit more, giving those lips only a teasing peck before chuckling again, eyes locking onto lavender ones.

“P-Please...A-Anuie..." He whined quietly, trying to move his hips, but finding himself so full that it was hard to move. All the versions of his mate chuckled quietly, the one at his backside massaging his ass

“Beat it,” I said. I reached up and shoved him off of my chest while Mina sat in the corner, nibbling on dried meat and laughing, almost choking while she did so. “Enjoying the show?” I asked, grabbing a small hunk of meat from the bag and chewed it in silence.

Jake said,¨ Well, Billy I guess you're gonna try and eat me again aren't ya?¨

“I’ll take that as a yes boy.” I reached over and patted his silky back. I drove for another 30 minutes before we came upon a gas station.

“So do I. The taste of it. On his lips. How do you handle it?”

“Oh, honey, you’re confusing love with lust.” I patted his cheek a little harder than necessary and pushed on his chest. “A guy like you should know better. Let’s go eat. I’m hungry.”

I look at him confused only catching the last part of his sentence. He glances at me and clears his throat.

"Thank-you," Hannibal says. "Grab that pan and I'll saute the tongue. Would you like to make the duxelles? I prepare the tongue."

A small hitch in his breath followed, mainly out of disbelief, but it made you grow in confidence. Taking the initiative, you opened wider, focusing on the head for the time being. One of your hands came up to steadily stroke at his shaft, easing him into the experience. You continued like this until the little whines that floated from his throat increased in volume, needy, like he wanted more. So you gave it to him, moving your hand aside, swallowing down half of his length.