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DONNER PASS II
By Rick
This is an old story that I have re-written. In fact it is the first story I ever wrote. I like the ending better this time. Hope you like it.

By damn, Jack you give me a hard-on when you talk like that.

Sean had finished stacking the last of a skid load of large boxes on the shelf just as his co-worker Jack came up with another palate load on a forklift. Jack winked and asked” Think that’s good enough for today little buddy?” It was pretty hot in the ware house where they were working and Sean, dripping with sweat had taken his shirt off and had thrown it on a stack of skids.

Jack was a handsome giant of a man, thirty-five years old with short black curly hair and a stubbly goatee. He stood over six feet tall, was powerfully built and possessed the strength of four ordinary men. He had dark eyes that often looked mysterious and brooding. His eyes were often fixed on Sean who wondered what the big mystery man was thinking. Jack suddenly smiled, showing his big square white teeth. Sean suspected that Jack had some mixed race blood somewhere in his lineage because of his high cheekbones, dark olive complexion and square forehead. Sean liked working with Jack. There was something exciting about him, almost electric and perhaps a little dangerous. This all added to the thrill of being with him. Recently Sean’s admiration had grown into a case of, perhaps badly misplaced hero worship.

Sean on the other hand was entirely different. He was small framed, twenty years old, 145 lbs. five feet six inches tall and had an athletic build. He was a pretty good baseball player and played every Saturday. He was a handsome lad with short brown hair that was spiked and highlighted in front. His dimpled face was clean-shaven except for the little tuft of fuzz on his chin, and he had brown eyes that twinkled when he smiled. A small diamond decorated his pierced left ear. A small bluebird tattoo decorated the back of his left shoulder and he wore a thin gold chain with a cross around his neck. He was almost as boisterous as Jack and he thrived on excitement and things that scared him like fast cars, motorcycles and roller coasters. The two made a good team in the work place.

Just then Jack’s cell phone began playing The “Beer Barrel Polka.” He fished it out of his pocket. “Yeah, Jack here, Oh hello Mr. Donner, Yeah, I know, I’m way past due. I’ll get the money but I need more time.” Jack looked worried and Sean wondered what was happening with his friend. He tried not to listen but Jack’s voice sounded desperate. He had heard Jack talk about going to the Donner Pass Bar and Grill many times and knew that he was a regular there. What he didn’t know was that Mr. Donner ran an illegal gambling casino in the basement and Jack had run up a gambling debt of several thousands of dollars. “I’m sure we can work something out Mr. Donner but I need more time. Yes, I remember what you had proposed for a payment in full but it ain’t that easy and it’s dangerous. Yes, I know you’ve seen the supply and want it. Yes, but it shouldn’t be a choice between me and the supply you have in mind. Yeah, I know you have your bill collectors in their black suits to bend my arm.” Jack was sweating profusely from every pour in his body. “Alright, alright I’ll do it. I don’t know how but I’ll do it. See you on Saturday at your place. Yes, I’ll bring the supply. Yes, Mr. Donner I understand.” He spoke in a frightened desperate tone. Sean couldn’t imagine what Jack had gotten himself into. Jack left and went into the restroom for a few minutes then came out looking far more calm, resolved, determined and reassured.

He came up and patted Sean’s sweaty bare belly with his giant powerful hand and gave a little squeeze. He paused at Sean’s bellybutton, pressed a finger into it, felt the little hard knot inside and gave the skin around it a pinch, then ran his finger down the little happy trail of hair leading to the oval shaped western belt buckle with a large turquoise setting on his low-riding blue jeans. Jack winked at Sean, patted his belly again and asked, “How did you get a belly like that? I think you’re starting to get the cutest little bit of a beer belly.” Sean felt his face redden and to his embarrassment a warm flush of eroticism swept through him deep in his bowels. He hoped that Jack didn’t notice.

Then Jack asked, “Ready to go little buddy? The clock says quittin time. TGIF, Thank goodness it’s Friday. Let’s punch that old clock in the face. Sean my boy where are you going to eat dinner tonight? Want to come over to my place? We could surely get into something. I’ll grill us a couple steaks.”
Sean hesitated for a moment then thought, oh what the heck, why not. “Sure I’ll come. What time?”

Sean looked at his watch with its wide leather band just out of habit and said “How about six o’clock?” Jack nodded in agreement. Sean got on his Honda and was off to shower and change. Jack climbed onto his big Harley and headed to the store for a couple steaks.

Sean arrived right on time at Jack’s place all showered, shampooed squeaky clean and wearing his favorite Axe deodorant sprayed generously over his entire body. He was wearing a pair of camouflage cargo shorts, a black tank top and a red baseball cap with his team’s logo. Sunglasses and new brown and black Puma sneaker boots completed his outfit. Jack was outside on his deck and had two big steaks sizzling on the grill. The juice dripped out and hissed as it hit the coals. After they had finished eating Jack gave Sean a tour of his bachelor pad.

They were sitting on the couch watching a movie when Sean could not help but notice that Jack’s dark eyes were watching him intently. Sean felt a little uncomfortable, “What ya thinkin about” the younger man asked. With the wink of a dark eye, Jack asked, “What are you doing tomorrow?” “How about taking our bikes and riding up into the mountains? I have a biker friend named Nick Donner; he has a cabin by a lake where we could stay tonight, Saturday and Sunday then come back on Sunday evening. They call the place Donner Pass.”

Sean almost gasped, “Donor Pass, isn’t there a place by that name where a wagon train got stuck in the snow one time about a hundred and fifty years ago? The people had to stay all winter and ended up eating each other before spring?”

‘Yeah, that’s about how the story goes. This place is about a hundred miles off the main road and up in the mountains by a lake. It’s total wilderness up there where nobody ever goes.” Jack had that exciting look in his eyes again. “It isn’t the real Donner Pass but he calls it that anyway.”

Sean nodded, “Well ok, I guess that would be alright. I’ll bring my guitar and we can sing something in front of a fire at night. Hey this will be fun, his enthusiasm was growing. Jack leaned back against the doorway with a gleam in his eyes. He looked hungrily at his young friend wanting to touch him again but thought better of it. Sean saw the lascivious expression in Jacks eyes but attributed it to the excitement of planning the weekend. As Sean looked at his friend he thought Jack looked just like a pirate. He looked so much like Captain Jack Sparrow in “Pirates of the Caribbean” He could have put on a frock-coat, tied a bandana around his head, ravaged maidens and plundered the seven seas in high heeled fold-down boots. Yeah, Jack should have been a pirate. Sean’s admiration for the man soared. His eyes lit up, “Yeah Captain Jack lets go for it.”

The next morning found the two leather-clad bikers riding up a blacktop mountain road to its end. There they took the gravel until it came to an end at a neglected dirt one lane trail leading off into the wilderness. They rode on for an hour and a half and finally stopped at a wide pass. “I think this is it,” Jack spoke, not too sure of himself. They got off their bikes and walked to the edge of a large grassy meadow.
An excited Jack exclaimed, “There it is, over there under those trees. You can hardly see it”.

Sean saw a large stone and log cabin and eagerly added, “We can settle in and eat supper then after that we can go hiking before dark. There must be a lot to see around here.”

Before long they had a fire burning in a large fireplace made of stones. An iron grate was laid across it and an enormous stone oven was over half of it. There was an iron barbeque spit at one end, like the ones used for barbequing a whole pig. Soon pork chops were sizzling on the grill, a can of baked beans was steaming and coffee was bubbling in the pot. After they had eaten their fill, Jack was lying lazily back on a couch gazing contentedly into the fire deep in thought. Sean wanted to go walking in the woods before it got too dark. Jack agreed after some prodding and persuading.

The afternoon was well spent and only a couple hours of summer sun remained. They walked among the tall dark pines exploring the forest. Sean was glad he had his jacket along and put it on zipping it up half way. The air was getting colder on his bare skin and making goose bumps. They walked steadily upward till they came to the tree line where a snow-covered glacier pointed a long finger toward the forest. They walked onto the snowy glacier, taking in its beauty and neither of them spoke a word for a while.

Then Sean stopped and said, “Wait up Jack, I gotta pee.” Sean unzipped his fly, pulled out his peter and peed on the snow. “Rats I did it again, I have this little flap of foreskin that goes over my little pee hole and if I don’t pull it back then I dribble pee down my leg.” He laughed as he spoke.

Jack shook his head and smiled then pulled his dick out too and began to pee alongside Sean while taking a good look at his partner’s tool.
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Sean said, “Bet you can’t shoot pee clear over to that rock.”

Jack aimed for it and came way short of his goal.

Sean pressed his foreskin together and made his pee shoot clear over to drench the rock easily.

Jack gazed in disbelief as such pressure, “Yeah, you pissed foam too. Well, that’s a dandy little pecker you have there; you’re a hell of a fella.” Can you do more tricks with it Little Buddy?”
Sean’s uncut penis was a good four and a half inches long flaccid; and he teasingly gave it about 3-4 shakes because he knew Jack was watching. This time it was Jack who was nearly overwhelmed with eroticism along with a swelling of his own cock.

He put his arm around Sean’s neck and pulled him up tight to his massive warm chest.
They walked on in silence. Jack seemed deep in thought.

Pretty soon Sean began getting restless and craved a little more excitement. He said, “Wait up Jack. I have to tie my boot.” He stooped down to tie the lace in a double knot. Jack kept walking. “Wait up Jack,” he called again.” Sean reached down and made a snowball and threw it at the back of Jack’s head. “Hey how do you like my pitching arm? That was fabulous. “And Sean Adams pitches a perfect game again for the home team,” he shouted exuberantly. He loved to harass his hero.

In an instant Jack made a snowball and returned the attack. He rushed his adversary, grabbed him, threw him in the snow and held him down. Sean wriggled free and threw another handful of snow at Jack. Jack began throwing snowballs in a rapid succession. Sean returned fire but could not keep up with Jack. He took flight running through the snow zigzagging to escape. Sean could see that his pursuer was closing in on him so he grabbed another handful of snow and renewed his attack. He threw it and hit his mark again then lunged at Jack, grabbing him around the neck and trying to pull him to the ground. Jack held him briefly around the waist but the wiry Sean wriggled free and ran a few yards then circled back and attacked shouting “I’m one hell of a fella.”

Jack laughed loudly, “You’re about as tough as a wet paper towel, little man. You better go work out a few more times at the gym before you take me on”

Sean let out a rebel yell, “Yee Haw,” then threw his arms around
Jack’s neck again, trying to drag him down in the snow.
Sean jumped back again and began to dance like a boxer in a ring.
He spit on his fists pretending to be a street fighter, “Now I’m
gona get ya.”

You’re just like a little banty rooster boy, you’re gona get your
feathers plucked and end up a broasted chicken.
The powerful mountain of a man caught his hapless victim around the waste and threw him into the snow and pinned him there again. He flashed his black eyes and smiled lustfully down at his prey.
He kissed him on the forehead and his stubbly goatee tickled as he kissed the side of Sean’s neck then nibbled on his adam’s apple and ear.
Now I’m gona eat ya little man. I’m gona eat ya raw. I’m gona eat every delectable, luscious morsel of your succulent little body, I got ya now.” Jack’s dick was hard and throbbing as he pressed his belly into the squirming, flailing, smaller man beneath him.
The squirming and wriggling of the smaller young man beneath his belly was affecting him like an aphrodisiac.
Jack’s cock was pulsing cum into his pants making a huge wet spot around the fly.

Sean smiled up innocently and teasingly at Jack, “Are you going
cook me first Mister?” Then burst out laughing.

Jack laughed loudly, shook his head and smacked his lips. “I’m
gona eat ya raw my tasty little friend.
Are you ticklish? Let’s see.”
He Pushed Sean’s jacket up and began to tickle Sean’s bare belly,
which sent him into hysterical spasms of laughter. He kept tickling
until Sean begged him to stop. He kept tickling until Sean
screamed out, “Stop, I’m gona pee my pants.”
Jack didn’t stop. He was enjoying his sport too much. He kept
tickling Sean’s bare belly and leaning down, licking, tasting and
blowing on it.
He kept tickling as Sean hit, kicked and screamed like a girl, “Jack
stop, stop.”
Jack tickled all the more. Jack tickled his belly, sides, butt, and the
inside of his thighs.
The more Sean screamed, the more joyfully Jack dug his fingers
into the soft bare flesh
Yech!!! Yech!!! Yech!!!, Stop, stop.” “I’m gona pee, I’m gona
pee.”
Just then his bladder gave way. It exploded like a break in the
Hoover Dam. His water flowed out soaking and flooding his
jeans.

Jack reached down, felt the soaked jeans and smelled the hot urine.
His own erected cock was oozing cum.
He put his hand over the wet fly, feeling the sausage and balls,
giving the cock a little squeeze.
Jack leaned forward laughing as he felt Sean’s well-muscled thighs
through his new pee soaked levis.
Jack was still smiling lustfully as he reached down and unzipped
Sean’s classic black leather motorcycle jacket.
As usual Sean was shirtless under his jacket and Jack could not
resist.
He ran his hand up and down his friend’s naked belly as the
surging erotic emotion continually swept through the big man’s
belly.
Jack unbuckled Sean’s western belt buckle and unzipped his fly.
He pulled down Sean’s jeans and lay himself belly to belly on the
young man grinding his hips against the hips of his young friend.
It was pure ecstasy.
He reached in and began to massage Sean’s warm, thick, swelling
meat.
I’m going to eat your juicy sausage and began to lick Sean’s cock.
Sean involuntarily began groaning and thrusting his hips up and
down.
Soon the penis exploded its juice into Jack’s hand and into Sean’s
pubic hair and on his bare belly.
Sean had never been seduced like this before and was embarrassed
but since he idolized Jack and could not escape anyway he ceased
his struggling. It would have been futile anyway.

Jack leaned over and passionately kissed Sean’s lips.
Sean was as helpless as a moth being drawn to its destruction by
the flame.

They lay in the snow side by side. Neither man spoke a word.
Jack slowly looked up and into Sean’s eyes.
Sean had never been in a position like this before and feelings of
shame and defilement began to creep over him and he began to
tremble.

Jack, sensing Sean’s discomfort, reached over and zipped up his
jacket. “I’m sorry I did that but I love ya so much and you’re such
a good looking little fella. I could just eat ya raw.”

Back at the cabin they sat in front of the fireplace for a long time
where Sean played his guitar and sang for Jack.

“You’ve got a friend in me. You’ve got a friend in me.”
When the road looks rough ahead,
and you’re miles and miles from your nice warm bed
Just remember what your old pal said,
Boy you’ve got a friend in me
Yeah you’ve got a friend in me.”

Jack applauded after each song.
After a while Jack pulled up closer to Sean and put his arm around
him. He said, “You like me don’t you Boy?”
Sean smiled at Jack and said, “Of course I do” “I love you a lot.
You’re kinda like a big brother to me. I never had a brother but I
always wanted one.”
“I never had a dad much either.”

They talked about Sean’s upcoming ball game and Jack’s lonely
years in an orphanage.
Jack told Sean how he had wanted someone all his life that he
could love and keep forever.

The hour was late when they finally collapsed into a pair of twin
beds.
Sean was lying on his bed still in his leathers. Jack looked at him
and said, “You’re one hot sexy little dude Sean my boy, And it’s a
juicy little pecker you’ve got inside those leathers. I could just eat
it off your tender balls.
Sean felt his cock in the crotch of his leathers and the words
Came forth with a look of pure ecstasy, “By damn, Jack you give
me a hard-on when you talk like that.”
The two men made small talk for a while then they both crawled
into bed.
Along toward morning Sean woke up and was so cold he crawled
into Jack’s bed.
He snuggled tight against Jack’s powerful warm body.
Jack once again felt Sean’s tender young body and smelled his
musky young man scent. He pulled Sean closer to him and
stroked the soft hair on his belly then they both slept.
After breakfast they were sitting beside the fireplace on a log.
Sean stopped strumming on his guitar and looked at Jack and
Asked, “Jack, are you gay?”

The answer came easily from Jack’s lips. “I don’t think so. I take
women when I can get them.” Then he laughed. “I take all I can
get, whatever and whenever I can get it, anyplace I can get it. Are
you gay Sean?“

Sean looked serious. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I’ve never had sex with a man.”

Then Jack asked Sean; “So you’re a virgin? Do you have any fantasies that get you off? Do you masturbate while you are thinking about certain things?”

“ Well sometimes I do. I used to think it was bad to masturbate but then I thought how that cum builds up in a guy week after week till it gets old and either has to come out in a wet dream or you have to pump it out. I used to get blue balls real bad till I could hardly walk. Then I went back to jerking off. I don’t see how that can be wrong to get something out of your body that has to go anyway. Do you have fantasies Jack? Do you ever beat it off?”

Jack looked serious in a way his friend had never seen him look before. Well, yes, I jerk off all the time. I’m probably the horniest guy you know. There was a long silence. Then Jack spoke. “Well I wish I could tell you my dirty little fantasy but I can’t because my fantasies are too weird to talk about”
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“Oh come on Jack I’ll tell you mine. You can tell me anything. I won’t think you are weird. I like you so much that I would die for you. You can trust me”

Yes trust? Do you trust me little buddy? Trust is the basis of every true friendship isn’t it, Seanie my Boy? There is a lot you don’t know about me. So don’t say you trust me?

“Trust you? Of coarse, I trust you completely, I trust you more than anybody in the whole world. You’re my best friend. I want you for my best friend forever. You’re my hero, my buddy. Come on now tell me your fantasy. ”Jack you should have been a pirate. You look so cool when you look like that.”

Jack smiled, imitating a pirate and winked his evil wink again. Jack looked again at his young friend. “All right, now I will tell you my fantasy. You will learn it soon enough anyway. I’m not who you think I am, not down inside. There is a fantasy that I have had since I was a kid in Oklahoma. It is my stupid fantasy to cook and eat a good-looking young stud like you.
Sean looked puzzled. Then he said, “Fantasies are just a game we play in our minds. We can do things in our imagination that we would never do in real life. Fantasy is not reality. It is just pretend. I will always love you Jack I want you for my friend more than I have ever wanted a friend in my life. Being here with you like this is the best time I have ever had.” He put his arms around Jack and hugged him tight. “Don’t look so serious.”

“Oh, Seanie boy, I do love you so. How could I ever not love you? You’re so innocent and naive. Your heart is pure. Jack had the trembling voice now. “Yes, I do have this fantasy of eating a young guy. I read everything I can find on any computer site about cannibalism. There are hundreds of sites with stories and articles both true and fiction. There are hundreds or perhaps thousands of men with this same fantasy. They write in and publish stories about their fetish. They send in recipes for preparing and cooking young man meat and butchering the carcass. They tell what to look for in making a selection and oh God it is so horny.
In fact there are some cannibal chefs on sites who actually tell of their experiences of cooking and eating their victims.”

Sean looked shocked and horrified. “Well I guess if it turns you on. I’ve heard of that sort of thing. I guess it doesn’t matter. It’s just fantasy, just pretend.”
Then naively and suddenly curious, he went on to ask questions. “What guys have you ever thought of that way? Any of the guys at work, or in the gym?”

Jack smiled quickly, “Oh yes. When I see a handsome, young stud muffin like you in a leather biker jacket I always picture him on a spit or baking in an oven Jacket and all. Back in high school after football practice or basketball I would look at the naked guys in the locker room and picture them as meat, butchered to be roasted and eaten. I would pretend to be butchering them for the stew pot. When I look at the guys in the gym doing their workouts and watch their beefy bodies with their biceps their hams and their meaty buns. I think how I would like to taste their tender young flesh and saver the gravy made from their juices. I have looked at you a thousand times Sean and wanted to taste your cute little buns. Yes, while you are working with your shirt off and the sweat running down your bare body. I see your big cowboy belt buckle below your belly button and the thin trail of hair leading down to your crotch. Yesterday seeing you in your black leather jacket with all the zippers unzipped. The zippers on your sleeves and breast pocket. The zippers on your side pockets. The front unzipped and the belt flapping while you ran at me with your bare chest and belly showing under the jacket. I smelled the smell of the luscious smooth leather, and oh how I wanted you. Jack blurted out truths that he had never divulged before. “Do you really like me Sean? I have this leather fetish. I’ve had it since I was about ten years old. Leather gives me a hard on. I want to butcher, cook and eat a pretty young stud in biker leathers”

Sean’s jeans were tight and showed off his muscular legs and butt to perfection. His motorcycle jacket fit snug around his belly. Sean reached up and patted Jack’s arm, “Let’s talk about something else. I guess all this weird stuff gets me spooked. Let’s go down to the lake for a swim, then I want to go home. I don’t like it here anymore.”

They went to their bedroom to undress. Sean embarrassedly hesitated because he didn’t have a swim suit but Jack stripped naked immediately.
It’s alright Boy, it’s just you and me and Jack placed a hand on Sean’s shoulder, then slipped his arms out of the sleeves of his jacket and dropped it on the floor.
He sat him down on a chair and pulled of his Puma boots and socks then dropped them on the jacket..
He unbuckled his belt, unzipped the fly and pulled off his jeans, adding them to the pile of clothing.
He then reached under his armpits and stood him up as he placed his thumbs under the elastic of Sean’s black nylon boxer shorts topping off the pile on the floor.
The two men stood naked facing each other.
Then all of Sean’s modesty immediately evaporated as he laughed and shouted “Come on.”
The two plunged down the stairs and out the door.
They raced naked down to the lake.
Sean ran in like a playful puppy. “Ye haw, this is cold.” He threw himself down into waist deep water and swam out a few yards. “Come on in Jack you big weanie.”
Jack strode toward him in the water. When he was close enough Sean slapped the water with his open hand and doused Jack in the face then ran away. In a moment Jack was upon him. “Now I gotta whup ya little buddy boy.” Jack thrust his forearm between Sean’s legs and picked him up under his crotch and privates. He lifted him over his head and swung his naked body around like a rag doll.
He threw him back into the water then picked him up again and ducked him. They splashed and wallowed and yelled and laughed for a half hour. Jack sloshed Sean up and down as if he were washing a dirty shirt. Jack picked him up again and spun him around and threw him farther out into the water. Sean came back and grabbed Jack around the neck and tried to drag him down under the water but could not. This was the last time they would ever frolic together.

Sean heard it first. It was an automobile coming up the dirt track.

Jack looked serious and said, “That’s enough for now, we better get out of here and get some clothes on. I’ll race you to the cabin. They ran for the cabin and up to their bedroom.
Once inside, Jack grabbed Sean and threw him down on the bed and forced his hands behind his back. Before Sean realized it he was in a pair of handcuffs lying naked on the bed. He was stunned. “Jack what are you doing? Are ya crazy man? I have to get dressed. Get me out of these things. Don’t play games now. Come on Jack, this isn’t funny.” He struggled helplessly against the cuffs.
Jack proceeded to get dressed while Sean lay naked on the bed. Sean struggled to his feet and looked out the window. A shiny black Cadillac pulled up into the clearing. A stocky, white haired man with a pot-belly came walking up to the cabin. Jack went down to meet him. Sean struggled in his cuffs trying desperately to get free. “Jack you crazy fool, this is stupid.” he screamed. “Come get me out of these things. Jack, I’m starting to get mad. Damn you Jack, this ain’t funny any more.”

Then the door opened. The stocky white-haired man with a beer belly came into the room and Jack followed with a strange and lusty expression on his face. The man threw his arms around Jack and hugged him. Then they high-fived each other.

“Say, what have we here Jack? This is a fine specimen of longpig. He’s a little small perhaps but yes indeed, much better than I had expected. You’ve earned your place in the Chef’s Hall of Fame.” The man reached out and pinched Sean’s belly. “Just the slightest hint of the beginning of a little beer belly going on there.
A little beer belly always adds to the flavor and has a perfect marbling effect. Yes indeed, we will dress him like a pig and oven roast him with our best barbeque sauce. Very fine indeed.”

He should dress out to 70-80 lbs of prime pork.

Sean was growing frightened now. “Jack what is he talking about? What place did you earn? Get me out of these things” “What’s a longpig?”

The white haired man then spoke to Sean. “Let me introduce myself. I am. Nick Donner my boy. Your buddy Jack here now belongs to an Exotic Meat Club. After a little persuasion he agreed to supply dinner for us in payment of his gambling debt to me. He didn’t really have much choice. A couple of my boys would have taken care of him or he could provide me with some pork.
Nick smiled, “Actually he would have been the pork himself so it would have been either you or Jack.”
Needless to say he agreed to supply me with some good boy pork.
He told me about you my boy. He has grown very fond of you and I’m afraid he was almost overcome with buck fever at the last minute.” The fat man looked almost grandfatherly and smiled with a gleam in his eye. “It was hard convincing him but you are worth it. I can hardly wait to taste your tender succulent young flesh. My, my, such meaty hams and look at that chest and shoulders. Oh my yes, just look at the beautiful meat on those buns, he slapped Sean’s butt and squeezed his flanks. This is prime pork if I ever saw it. I have never had anything as fine for roasting as this one Jack you have done well.”

The light of awful truth was creeping into Sean’s mind. “What are you talking about? Jack get me the hell out of here. This ain’t funny. What’s the matter with you? I wanna go home now. Get these cuffs off me. Please Jack. I’m butt naked. Jack please don’t do this to me.” Jack turned and looked away smiling.
Nick turned and faced Jack. “Well Man, here is our dinner. Isn’t he a fine specimen?
You can take him out now. He’s a tender meaty one alright.

They picked their victim up and carried him kicking and screaming down the stairs and tied him spread eagle between two upright posts. Nick came once again laughing and joking to inspect his ribs, belly, butt, flank and thighs.
“ Jack, Jack,” Sean began to sob uncontrollably in abject terror. “Please Jack get me out of here. This guy is crazy. Why are you doing this to me? Help me please. Oh Jack please help me. This guy is crazy. Jack, Jack help me please. What’s the matter with you?” “Don’t let him do this to me” The full realization of things were now fully clear in his mind. “Jack you’re going to eat me too aren’t you? You tricked me into coming up here didn’t you?” Sean was still sobbing uncontrollably. He begged Jack again to set him free. He was hurt by Jack’s seduction, deception and betrayal as much as anything that could happen to him. “You brought me up here to kill me didn’t you? You said you wanted to eat me. I thought you were joking. I thought it was all fantasy. Help me Jack,” he begged, his voice was filled with mortal fear. “Damn you Jack, damn you to hell.” He started sobbing again; the tears flooded down his face and fell on the floor.

Jack looked at Sean and licked his lips. He stared at the boy pork in front of him. A wave of erotic love, lust, desire and hunger swept over him. His engorged penis pulsed as he said, “I’ve fantasized about this for years but never expected it to really happen. I didn’t mean to do it. The truth is that I have come to love you so much that I can’t bear the thought of not having you for a part of me for the rest of my life. The only way for that to happen is for me to eat you.” Jack then kissed Sean on the lips, and licked the salt from his tears, his chest and belly.

Nick smiled, “Now Jack, settle down, fearing that his comrade might change his mind. You knew what you were doing when we made the deal. Besides I can’t let this boy go, knowing what he knows and you know it.”
“Come, come now,” Nick smiled; you’re going to let your emotions get away from you. You have buck fever.
Nick pointed to the oven beside the fireplace. I promise you won’t regret this Jack my boy.

Jack’s love for Sean was only exceeded by his lust and hunger for the pretty young man’s meaty body. Jack looked at Nick and nodded in agreement, then took the screaming, kicking, fighting, sobbing , struggling victim by the feet and tied them with a rope and began to hoist him upside down over a tub until he hung down at about eye level.

Sean began pleading again. “Jack help me. Jack, Jaaaaak,” “I don’t wanna die, I wanna live, I wanna get married, I wanna make babies.” Sean’s eyes were open wide, filled with horror and still pleading with Jack as he swung back and forth twisting and struggling against the rope and cuffs.

“Go ahead now and fight Nick laughed. That shoots chemicals and adrenaline through you. That will give you a wonderful wild gamey taste.”

“You know Jack,’ interrupted Nick, smiling, “Normally I would even have been glad to have you. You are great looking, big and well muscled and I’m sure you would be good meat but you are not prime like this boy. You’re strictly grade B. He is the best I’ve ever had. Look at the quality; he’s prime, all prime.” Let’s get on with it.
Nick put on a brown rubber apron and handed one to Jack. The apron stretched out over Nick’s big belly.
Jack put on his apron as his bulging dick began to push against the brown rubber. He noticed that his buddy Nick had a bulge under his rubber apron too.
Nick reached down and stroked his bulge. It felt so good
as he took in the pleasant smell of the new rubber apron.
Then he stroked his massive erection under the rubber apron in eager anticipation.

Jack thrust his arm around Sean’s neck, putting struggling the boy in a chock hold. With a sudden violent twist of the head he snapped the boy’s neck.

Nick came forward with a long butcher’s knife and slashed Sean’s throat from side to side. The blood came gushing out into the tub. As soon as the blood stopped dripping and the carcass stopped quivering, Jack took a razor sharp hunting knife in hand and gently lay Sean’s four inch penis aside. He brushed back some of the brown pubic hair and carefully pricked the skin at the base of the peter so as not to cut into the gut. Then he gingerly ran the blade under the skin and down the full length of the belly, clear to the sternum mindful of the gristly belly button. Thus exposing the warm wet blue and white guts as he pulled the ab muscles aside and proceeded to reach in and pull the guts that just moments before had been living and moving under a young man’s skin. The steaming guts fell out into the tub. The feel and smell of the warm, slippery entrails brought on a massive explosion under Jack’s apron. The heart and liver were put into a pan to be cubed up and cooked in broth for making gravy. The peter and scrotum with the contents in tact were left attached. Nick claimed the head for a trophy. The carcass was taken down washed, shaved and placed in a large black cast iron pot of oil. The huge iron pot was placed on the grate of the fireplace where coals were glowing under it. Soon the meat was cooking.
The delicious aroma of the deep fried meat filled the lodge like the smell of broasted chicken.

Nick said, “I haven’t eaten much for two days. I’ve been saving up my appetite for this feast” His buddy nodded in agreement. It took about six hours and then the pot was removed.
The meat was a rich golden brown and broasted to perfection. What a feast took place that night. The blood and entrails had been dumped in the forest for the wolves to devour.

After the grizzly feasting was done, Jack had to loosen his belt to
have room in his pants for his belly. He rose up slowly and
headed up to the room where he and Sean had slept. On the floor
were a pair of new black and white Puma boots, a black leather
motor cycle jacket and, a pair of muddy grass stained boot cut
jeans, some black nylon boxer shorts, and a western belt that had a
large oval buckle with a turquoise setting.
On the dresser there was a turquoise ring, a neck chain with a cross
on it and a pair of sunglasses.
There was a wallet with fifteen dollars and a picture of Jack in it,
On the back of the picture was written, “My Best Buddy.”
Jack clasped the jacket to himself as if it were a sacred relic.
He smelled the scent of musk mixed with the odor of sweaty
armpits.

Along toward evening Jack placed the jeans and some other affects into the saddlebags of Sean’s bike. He burned the guitar. He kept the biker jacket, belt buckle, ring and a black Swiss sports watch with the wide leather band for himself. He held the red baseball cap in his hand. He started to toss it away and then put it on his own head. These things were to treasure now. He rode the bike up to a cliff overlooking the lake and let it fall into deep water where it would never be seen again. Jack got on his own bike and followed Nick down the muddy trail toward home.

Months later Jack still thought of the young man with short light brown spiked and highlighted hair and twinkling brown eyes. The youth was now a part of him forever. Sometimes the sound of laughter would fill his head and he could hear the splashing of water in a far away lake. Sometimes the feel of a young man’s arms around his neck, trying to wrestle him down on a snowy glacier and would thrill him again..
It was all there before him and would never go away. A young man’s watch was on the table. The turquoise ring was on Jack’s little finger and a blue baseball cap was in a dresser drawer.
Jack remembered the delicious warmth of Sean’s lean body. He remembered the feel of the smooth young belly as he caressed it so tenderly. He remembered the day he tickled the youth until he peed his pants and masturbated the boy on a snowy mountain glacier and licked his belly.
He remembered sleeping with his arms around him on a cold mountain night and kissing his neck as he slept.
He remembered frolicking with him in a cold mountain lake. He remembered him naked before the butcher’s knife.
He remembered how his penis dripped, bulged and pressed against the brown rubber apron as he gutted the carcass of his young lover.
He remembered rubbing the seasonings into Sean’s soft supple skin.
He remembered placing an apple in his mouth and closing his eyes.
He remembered uncovering the pot, checking the meat periodically and ladling broth on the sausage and balls.)
He remembered how the little bit of beer belly had added flavor to the broth.
He remembered the delectable succulent taste of the tender boy he had loved.
The horny memories of that day constantly filled Jack’s mind.
The memories were so erotic and pleasurable that Jack often put on his biker jacket, unzipped his own jeans and masturbated in front of his full-length mirror.
No, he thought to himself, “Seanie Boy, I’ll never forget you or your tender succulent meaty body. You tasted like broasted chicken.
How I have loved you. I will love you forever. You are part of me.”
He went to the freezer and took out a zip lock bag of leftover boy pork for his supper,
Some meat from the belly with the naval in the middle was on the menu that night along with the cock sausage and meat balls.
The cock sausage and meat balls were juicy and succulent.
He remembered sticking his finger in Sean’s belly button and feeling the hard little knot inside it.
Tonight it made a delicious deep fried pork loin sandwich.
He knew the belly button would be luscious, chewy and gristly adding much eroticism to the meal.
The juice from the perfectly browned sausage squirted in his mouth as he chewed.
After supper he sniffed the arm pits of Sean’s jacket and the crotch of his leather pants and masturbated.
End.

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DONNER PASS II
By Rick
This is an old story that I have re-written. In fact it is the first story I ever wrote. I like the ending better this time. Hope you like it.

By damn, Jack you give me a hard-on when you talk like that.

Sean had finished stacking the last of a skid load of large boxes on the shelf just as his co-worker Jack came up with another palate load on a forklift. Jack winked and asked” Think that’s good enough for today little buddy?” It was pretty hot in the ware house where they were working and Sean, dripping with sweat had taken his shirt off and had thrown it on a stack of skids.

Jack was a handsome giant of a man, thirty-five years old with short black curly hair and a stubbly goatee. He stood over six feet tall, was powerfully built and possessed the strength of four ordinary men. He had dark eyes that often looked mysterious and brooding. His eyes were often fixed on Sean who wondered what the big mystery man was thinking. Jack suddenly smiled, showing his big square white teeth. Sean suspected that Jack had some mixed race blood somewhere in his lineage because of his high cheekbones, dark olive complexion and square forehead. Sean liked working with Jack. There was something exciting about him, almost electric and perhaps a little dangerous. This all added to the thrill of being with him. Recently Sean’s admiration had grown into a case of, perhaps badly misplaced hero worship.

Sean on the other hand was entirely different. He was small framed, twenty years old, 145 lbs. five feet six inches tall and had an athletic build. He was a pretty good baseball player and played every Saturday. He was a handsome lad with short brown hair that was spiked and highlighted in front. His dimpled face was clean-shaven except for the little tuft of fuzz on his chin, and he had brown eyes that twinkled when he smiled. A small diamond decorated his pierced left ear. A small bluebird tattoo decorated the back of his left shoulder and he wore a thin gold chain with a cross around his neck. He was almost as boisterous as Jack and he thrived on excitement and things that scared him like fast cars, motorcycles and roller coasters. The two made a good team in the work place.

Just then Jack’s cell phone began playing The “Beer Barrel Polka.” He fished it out of his pocket. “Yeah, Jack here, Oh hello Mr. Donner, Yeah, I know, I’m way past due. I’ll get the money but I need more time.” Jack looked worried and Sean wondered what was happening with his friend. He tried not to listen but Jack’s voice sounded desperate. He had heard Jack talk about going to the Donner Pass Bar and Grill many times and knew that he was a regular there. What he didn’t know was that Mr. Donner ran an illegal gambling casino in the basement and Jack had run up a gambling debt of several thousands of dollars. “I’m sure we can work something out Mr. Donner but I need more time. Yes, I remember what you had proposed for a payment in full but it ain’t that easy and it’s dangerous. Yes, I know you’ve seen the supply and want it. Yes, but it shouldn’t be a choice between me and the supply you have in mind. Yeah, I know you have your bill collectors in their black suits to bend my arm.” Jack was sweating profusely from every pour in his body. “Alright, alright I’ll do it. I don’t know how but I’ll do it. See you on Saturday at your place. Yes, I’ll bring the supply. Yes, Mr. Donner I understand.” He spoke in a frightened desperate tone. Sean couldn’t imagine what Jack had gotten himself into. Jack left and went into the restroom for a few minutes then came out looking far more calm, resolved, determined and reassured.

He came up and patted Sean’s sweaty bare belly with his giant powerful hand and gave a little squeeze. He paused at Sean’s bellybutton, pressed a finger into it, felt the little hard knot inside and gave the skin around it a pinch, then ran his finger down the little happy trail of hair leading to the oval shaped western belt buckle with a large turquoise setting on his low-riding blue jeans. Jack winked at Sean, patted his belly again and asked, “How did you get a belly like that? I think you’re starting to get the cutest little bit of a beer belly.” Sean felt his face redden and to his embarrassment a warm flush of eroticism swept through him deep in his bowels. He hoped that Jack didn’t notice.

Then Jack asked, “Ready to go little buddy? The clock says quittin time. TGIF, Thank goodness it’s Friday. Let’s punch that old clock in the face. Sean my boy where are you going to eat dinner tonight? Want to come over to my place? We could surely get into something. I’ll grill us a couple steaks.”
Sean hesitated for a moment then thought, oh what the heck, why not. “Sure I’ll come. What time?”

Sean looked at his watch with its wide leather band just out of habit and said “How about six o’clock?” Jack nodded in agreement. Sean got on his Honda and was off to shower and change. Jack climbed onto his big Harley and headed to the store for a couple steaks.

Sean arrived right on time at Jack’s place all showered, shampooed squeaky clean and wearing his favorite Axe deodorant sprayed generously over his entire body. He was wearing a pair of camouflage cargo shorts, a black tank top and a red baseball cap with his team’s logo. Sunglasses and new brown and black Puma sneaker boots completed his outfit. Jack was outside on his deck and had two big steaks sizzling on the grill. The juice dripped out and hissed as it hit the coals. After they had finished eating Jack gave Sean a tour of his bachelor pad.

They were sitting on the couch watching a movie when Sean could not help but notice that Jack’s dark eyes were watching him intently. Sean felt a little uncomfortable, “What ya thinkin about” the younger man asked. With the wink of a dark eye, Jack asked, “What are you doing tomorrow?” “How about taking our bikes and riding up into the mountains? I have a biker friend named Nick Donner; he has a cabin by a lake where we could stay tonight, Saturday and Sunday then come back on Sunday evening. They call the place Donner Pass.”

Sean almost gasped, “Donor Pass, isn’t there a place by that name where a wagon train got stuck in the snow one time about a hundred and fifty years ago? The people had to stay all winter and ended up eating each other before spring?”

‘Yeah, that’s about how the story goes. This place is about a hundred miles off the main road and up in the mountains by a lake. It’s total wilderness up there where nobody ever goes.” Jack had that exciting look in his eyes again. “It isn’t the real Donner Pass but he calls it that anyway.”

Sean nodded, “Well ok, I guess that would be alright. I’ll bring my guitar and we can sing something in front of a fire at night. Hey this will be fun, his enthusiasm was growing. Jack leaned back against the doorway with a gleam in his eyes. He looked hungrily at his young friend wanting to touch him again but thought better of it. Sean saw the lascivious expression in Jacks eyes but attributed it to the excitement of planning the weekend. As Sean looked at his friend he thought Jack looked just like a pirate. He looked so much like Captain Jack Sparrow in “Pirates of the Caribbean” He could have put on a frock-coat, tied a bandana around his head, ravaged maidens and plundered the seven seas in high heeled fold-down boots. Yeah, Jack should have been a pirate. Sean’s admiration for the man soared. His eyes lit up, “Yeah Captain Jack lets go for it.”

The next morning found the two leather-clad bikers riding up a blacktop mountain road to its end. There they took the gravel until it came to an end at a neglected dirt one lane trail leading off into the wilderness. They rode on for an hour and a half and finally stopped at a wide pass. “I think this is it,” Jack spoke, not too sure of himself. They got off their bikes and walked to the edge of a large grassy meadow.
An excited Jack exclaimed, “There it is, over there under those trees. You can hardly see it”.

Sean saw a large stone and log cabin and eagerly added, “We can settle in and eat supper then after that we can go hiking before dark. There must be a lot to see around here.”

Before long they had a fire burning in a large fireplace made of stones. An iron grate was laid across it and an enormous stone oven was over half of it. There was an iron barbeque spit at one end, like the ones used for barbequing a whole pig. Soon pork chops were sizzling on the grill, a can of baked beans was steaming and coffee was bubbling in the pot. After they had eaten their fill, Jack was lying lazily back on a couch gazing contentedly into the fire deep in thought. Sean wanted to go walking in the woods before it got too dark. Jack agreed after some prodding and persuading.

The afternoon was well spent and only a couple hours of summer sun remained. They walked among the tall dark pines exploring the forest. Sean was glad he had his jacket along and put it on zipping it up half way. The air was getting colder on his bare skin and making goose bumps. They walked steadily upward till they came to the tree line where a snow-covered glacier pointed a long finger toward the forest. They walked onto the snowy glacier, taking in its beauty and neither of them spoke a word for a while.

Then Sean stopped and said, “Wait up Jack, I gotta pee.” Sean unzipped his fly, pulled out his peter and peed on the snow. “Rats I did it again, I have this little flap of foreskin that goes over my little pee hole and if I don’t pull it back then I dribble pee down my leg.” He laughed as he spoke.

Jack shook his head and smiled then pulled his dick out too and began to pee alongside Sean while taking a good look at his partner’s tool.
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Sean said, “Bet you can’t shoot pee clear over to that rock.”

Jack aimed for it and came way short of his goal.

Sean pressed his foreskin together and made his pee shoot clear over to drench the rock easily.

Jack gazed in disbelief as such pressure, “Yeah, you pissed foam too. Well, that’s a dandy little pecker you have there; you’re a hell of a fella.” Can you do more tricks with it Little Buddy?”
Sean’s uncut penis was a good four and a half inches long flaccid; and he teasingly gave it about 3-4 shakes because he knew Jack was watching. This time it was Jack who was nearly overwhelmed with eroticism along with a swelling of his own cock.

He put his arm around Sean’s neck and pulled him up tight to his massive warm chest.
They walked on in silence. Jack seemed deep in thought.

Pretty soon Sean began getting restless and craved a little more excitement. He said, “Wait up Jack. I have to tie my boot.” He stooped down to tie the lace in a double knot. Jack kept walking. “Wait up Jack,” he called again.” Sean reached down and made a snowball and threw it at the back of Jack’s head. “Hey how do you like my pitching arm? That was fabulous. “And Sean Adams pitches a perfect game again for the home team,” he shouted exuberantly. He loved to harass his hero.

In an instant Jack made a snowball and returned the attack. He rushed his adversary, grabbed him, threw him in the snow and held him down. Sean wriggled free and threw another handful of snow at Jack. Jack began throwing snowballs in a rapid succession. Sean returned fire but could not keep up with Jack. He took flight running through the snow zigzagging to escape. Sean could see that his pursuer was closing in on him so he grabbed another handful of snow and renewed his attack. He threw it and hit his mark again then lunged at Jack, grabbing him around the neck and trying to pull him to the ground. Jack held him briefly around the waist but the wiry Sean wriggled free and ran a few yards then circled back and attacked shouting “I’m one hell of a fella.”

Jack laughed loudly, “You’re about as tough as a wet paper towel, little man. You better go work out a few more times at the gym before you take me on”

Sean let out a rebel yell, “Yee Haw,” then threw his arms around
Jack’s neck again, trying to drag him down in the snow.
Sean jumped back again and began to dance like a boxer in a ring.
He spit on his fists pretending to be a street fighter, “Now I’m
gona get ya.”

You’re just like a little banty rooster boy, you’re gona get your
feathers plucked and end up a broasted chicken.
The powerful mountain of a man caught his hapless victim around the waste and threw him into the snow and pinned him there again. He flashed his black eyes and smiled lustfully down at his prey.
He kissed him on the forehead and his stubbly goatee tickled as he kissed the side of Sean’s neck then nibbled on his adam’s apple and ear.
Now I’m gona eat ya little man. I’m gona eat ya raw. I’m gona eat every delectable, luscious morsel of your succulent little body, I got ya now.” Jack’s dick was hard and throbbing as he pressed his belly into the squirming, flailing, smaller man beneath him.
The squirming and wriggling of the smaller young man beneath his belly was affecting him like an aphrodisiac.
Jack’s cock was pulsing cum into his pants making a huge wet spot around the fly.

Sean smiled up innocently and teasingly at Jack, “Are you going
cook me first Mister?” Then burst out laughing.

Jack laughed loudly, shook his head and smacked his lips. “I’m
gona eat ya raw my tasty little friend.
Are you ticklish? Let’s see.”
He Pushed Sean’s jacket up and began to tickle Sean’s bare belly,
which sent him into hysterical spasms of laughter. He kept tickling
until Sean begged him to stop. He kept tickling until Sean
screamed out, “Stop, I’m gona pee my pants.”
Jack didn’t stop. He was enjoying his sport too much. He kept
tickling Sean’s bare belly and leaning down, licking, tasting and
blowing on it.
He kept tickling as Sean hit, kicked and screamed like a girl, “Jack
stop, stop.”
Jack tickled all the more. Jack tickled his belly, sides, butt, and the
inside of his thighs.
The more Sean screamed, the more joyfully Jack dug his fingers
into the soft bare flesh
Yech!!! Yech!!! Yech!!!, Stop, stop.” “I’m gona pee, I’m gona
pee.”
Just then his bladder gave way. It exploded like a break in the
Hoover Dam. His water flowed out soaking and flooding his
jeans.

Jack reached down, felt the soaked jeans and smelled the hot urine.
His own erected cock was oozing cum.
He put his hand over the wet fly, feeling the sausage and balls,
giving the cock a little squeeze.
Jack leaned forward laughing as he felt Sean’s well-muscled thighs
through his new pee soaked levis.
Jack was still smiling lustfully as he reached down and unzipped
Sean’s classic black leather motorcycle jacket.
As usual Sean was shirtless under his jacket and Jack could not
resist.
He ran his hand up and down his friend’s naked belly as the
surging erotic emotion continually swept through the big man’s
belly.
Jack unbuckled Sean’s western belt buckle and unzipped his fly.
He pulled down Sean’s jeans and lay himself belly to belly on the
young man grinding his hips against the hips of his young friend.
It was pure ecstasy.
He reached in and began to massage Sean’s warm, thick, swelling
meat.
I’m going to eat your juicy sausage and began to lick Sean’s cock.
Sean involuntarily began groaning and thrusting his hips up and
down.
Soon the penis exploded its juice into Jack’s hand and into Sean’s
pubic hair and on his bare belly.
Sean had never been seduced like this before and was embarrassed
but since he idolized Jack and could not escape anyway he ceased
his struggling. It would have been futile anyway.

Jack leaned over and passionately kissed Sean’s lips.
Sean was as helpless as a moth being drawn to its destruction by
the flame.

They lay in the snow side by side. Neither man spoke a word.
Jack slowly looked up and into Sean’s eyes.
Sean had never been in a position like this before and feelings of
shame and defilement began to creep over him and he began to
tremble.

Jack, sensing Sean’s discomfort, reached over and zipped up his
jacket. “I’m sorry I did that but I love ya so much and you’re such
a good looking little fella. I could just eat ya raw.”

Back at the cabin they sat in front of the fireplace for a long time
where Sean played his guitar and sang for Jack.

“You’ve got a friend in me. You’ve got a friend in me.”
When the road looks rough ahead,
and you’re miles and miles from your nice warm bed
Just remember what your old pal said,
Boy you’ve got a friend in me
Yeah you’ve got a friend in me.”

Jack applauded after each song.
After a while Jack pulled up closer to Sean and put his arm around
him. He said, “You like me don’t you Boy?”
Sean smiled at Jack and said, “Of course I do” “I love you a lot.
You’re kinda like a big brother to me. I never had a brother but I
always wanted one.”
“I never had a dad much either.”

They talked about Sean’s upcoming ball game and Jack’s lonely
years in an orphanage.
Jack told Sean how he had wanted someone all his life that he
could love and keep forever.

The hour was late when they finally collapsed into a pair of twin
beds.
Sean was lying on his bed still in his leathers. Jack looked at him
and said, “You’re one hot sexy little dude Sean my boy, And it’s a
juicy little pecker you’ve got inside those leathers. I could just eat
it off your tender balls.
Sean felt his cock in the crotch of his leathers and the words
Came forth with a look of pure ecstasy, “By damn, Jack you give
me a hard-on when you talk like that.”
The two men made small talk for a while then they both crawled
into bed.
Along toward morning Sean woke up and was so cold he crawled
into Jack’s bed.
He snuggled tight against Jack’s powerful warm body.
Jack once again felt Sean’s tender young body and smelled his
musky young man scent. He pulled Sean closer to him and
stroked the soft hair on his belly then they both slept.
After breakfast they were sitting beside the fireplace on a log.
Sean stopped strumming on his guitar and looked at Jack and
Asked, “Jack, are you gay?”

The answer came easily from Jack’s lips. “I don’t think so. I take
women when I can get them.” Then he laughed. “I take all I can
get, whatever and whenever I can get it, anyplace I can get it. Are
you gay Sean?“

Sean looked serious. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I’ve never had sex with a man.”

Then Jack asked Sean; “So you’re a virgin? Do you have any fantasies that get you off? Do you masturbate while you are thinking about certain things?”

“ Well sometimes I do. I used to think it was bad to masturbate but then I thought how that cum builds up in a guy week after week till it gets old and either has to come out in a wet dream or you have to pump it out. I used to get blue balls real bad till I could hardly walk. Then I went back to jerking off. I don’t see how that can be wrong to get something out of your body that has to go anyway. Do you have fantasies Jack? Do you ever beat it off?”

Jack looked serious in a way his friend had never seen him look before. Well, yes, I jerk off all the time. I’m probably the horniest guy you know. There was a long silence. Then Jack spoke. “Well I wish I could tell you my dirty little fantasy but I can’t because my fantasies are too weird to talk about”
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“Oh come on Jack I’ll tell you mine. You can tell me anything. I won’t think you are weird. I like you so much that I would die for you. You can trust me”

Yes trust? Do you trust me little buddy? Trust is the basis of every true friendship isn’t it, Seanie my Boy? There is a lot you don’t know about me. So don’t say you trust me?

“Trust you? Of coarse, I trust you completely, I trust you more than anybody in the whole world. You’re my best friend. I want you for my best friend forever. You’re my hero, my buddy. Come on now tell me your fantasy. ”Jack you should have been a pirate. You look so cool when you look like that.”

Jack smiled, imitating a pirate and winked his evil wink again. Jack looked again at his young friend. “All right, now I will tell you my fantasy. You will learn it soon enough anyway. I’m not who you think I am, not down inside. There is a fantasy that I have had since I was a kid in Oklahoma. It is my stupid fantasy to cook and eat a good-looking young stud like you.
Sean looked puzzled. Then he said, “Fantasies are just a game we play in our minds. We can do things in our imagination that we would never do in real life. Fantasy is not reality. It is just pretend. I will always love you Jack I want you for my friend more than I have ever wanted a friend in my life. Being here with you like this is the best time I have ever had.” He put his arms around Jack and hugged him tight. “Don’t look so serious.”

“Oh, Seanie boy, I do love you so. How could I ever not love you? You’re so innocent and naive. Your heart is pure. Jack had the trembling voice now. “Yes, I do have this fantasy of eating a young guy. I read everything I can find on any computer site about cannibalism. There are hundreds of sites with stories and articles both true and fiction. There are hundreds or perhaps thousands of men with this same fantasy. They write in and publish stories about their fetish. They send in recipes for preparing and cooking young man meat and butchering the carcass. They tell what to look for in making a selection and oh God it is so horny.
In fact there are some cannibal chefs on sites who actually tell of their experiences of cooking and eating their victims.”

Sean looked shocked and horrified. “Well I guess if it turns you on. I’ve heard of that sort of thing. I guess it doesn’t matter. It’s just fantasy, just pretend.”
Then naively and suddenly curious, he went on to ask questions. “What guys have you ever thought of that way? Any of the guys at work, or in the gym?”

Jack smiled quickly, “Oh yes. When I see a handsome, young stud muffin like you in a leather biker jacket I always picture him on a spit or baking in an oven Jacket and all. Back in high school after football practice or basketball I would look at the naked guys in the locker room and picture them as meat, butchered to be roasted and eaten. I would pretend to be butchering them for the stew pot. When I look at the guys in the gym doing their workouts and watch their beefy bodies with their biceps their hams and their meaty buns. I think how I would like to taste their tender young flesh and saver the gravy made from their juices. I have looked at you a thousand times Sean and wanted to taste your cute little buns. Yes, while you are working with your shirt off and the sweat running down your bare body. I see your big cowboy belt buckle below your belly button and the thin trail of hair leading down to your crotch. Yesterday seeing you in your black leather jacket with all the zippers unzipped. The zippers on your sleeves and breast pocket. The zippers on your side pockets. The front unzipped and the belt flapping while you ran at me with your bare chest and belly showing under the jacket. I smelled the smell of the luscious smooth leather, and oh how I wanted you. Jack blurted out truths that he had never divulged before. “Do you really like me Sean? I have this leather fetish. I’ve had it since I was about ten years old. Leather gives me a hard on. I want to butcher, cook and eat a pretty young stud in biker leathers”

Sean’s jeans were tight and showed off his muscular legs and butt to perfection. His motorcycle jacket fit snug around his belly. Sean reached up and patted Jack’s arm, “Let’s talk about something else. I guess all this weird stuff gets me spooked. Let’s go down to the lake for a swim, then I want to go home. I don’t like it here anymore.”

They went to their bedroom to undress. Sean embarrassedly hesitated because he didn’t have a swim suit but Jack stripped naked immediately.
It’s alright Boy, it’s just you and me and Jack placed a hand on Sean’s shoulder, then slipped his arms out of the sleeves of his jacket and dropped it on the floor.
He sat him down on a chair and pulled of his Puma boots and socks then dropped them on the jacket..
He unbuckled his belt, unzipped the fly and pulled off his jeans, adding them to the pile of clothing.
He then reached under his armpits and stood him up as he placed his thumbs under the elastic of Sean’s black nylon boxer shorts topping off the pile on the floor.
The two men stood naked facing each other.
Then all of Sean’s modesty immediately evaporated as he laughed and shouted “Come on.”
The two plunged down the stairs and out the door.
They raced naked down to the lake.
Sean ran in like a playful puppy. “Ye haw, this is cold.” He threw himself down into waist deep water and swam out a few yards. “Come on in Jack you big weanie.”
Jack strode toward him in the water. When he was close enough Sean slapped the water with his open hand and doused Jack in the face then ran away. In a moment Jack was upon him. “Now I gotta whup ya little buddy boy.” Jack thrust his forearm between Sean’s legs and picked him up under his crotch and privates. He lifted him over his head and swung his naked body around like a rag doll.
He threw him back into the water then picked him up again and ducked him. They splashed and wallowed and yelled and laughed for a half hour. Jack sloshed Sean up and down as if he were washing a dirty shirt. Jack picked him up again and spun him around and threw him farther out into the water. Sean came back and grabbed Jack around the neck and tried to drag him down under the water but could not. This was the last time they would ever frolic together.

Sean heard it first. It was an automobile coming up the dirt track.

Jack looked serious and said, “That’s enough for now, we better get out of here and get some clothes on. I’ll race you to the cabin. They ran for the cabin and up to their bedroom.
Once inside, Jack grabbed Sean and threw him down on the bed and forced his hands behind his back. Before Sean realized it he was in a pair of handcuffs lying naked on the bed. He was stunned. “Jack what are you doing? Are ya crazy man? I have to get dressed. Get me out of these things. Don’t play games now. Come on Jack, this isn’t funny.” He struggled helplessly against the cuffs.
Jack proceeded to get dressed while Sean lay naked on the bed. Sean struggled to his feet and looked out the window. A shiny black Cadillac pulled up into the clearing. A stocky, white haired man with a pot-belly came walking up to the cabin. Jack went down to meet him. Sean struggled in his cuffs trying desperately to get free. “Jack you crazy fool, this is stupid.” he screamed. “Come get me out of these things. Jack, I’m starting to get mad. Damn you Jack, this ain’t funny any more.”

Then the door opened. The stocky white-haired man with a beer belly came into the room and Jack followed with a strange and lusty expression on his face. The man threw his arms around Jack and hugged him. Then they high-fived each other.

“Say, what have we here Jack? This is a fine specimen of longpig. He’s a little small perhaps but yes indeed, much better than I had expected. You’ve earned your place in the Chef’s Hall of Fame.” The man reached out and pinched Sean’s belly. “Just the slightest hint of the beginning of a little beer belly going on there.
A little beer belly always adds to the flavor and has a perfect marbling effect. Yes indeed, we will dress him like a pig and oven roast him with our best barbeque sauce. Very fine indeed.”

He should dress out to 70-80 lbs of prime pork.

Sean was growing frightened now. “Jack what is he talking about? What place did you earn? Get me out of these things” “What’s a longpig?”

The white haired man then spoke to Sean. “Let me introduce myself. I am. Nick Donner my boy. Your buddy Jack here now belongs to an Exotic Meat Club. After a little persuasion he agreed to supply dinner for us in payment of his gambling debt to me. He didn’t really have much choice. A couple of my boys would have taken care of him or he could provide me with some pork.
Nick smiled, “Actually he would have been the pork himself so it would have been either you or Jack.”
Needless to say he agreed to supply me with some good boy pork.
He told me about you my boy. He has grown very fond of you and I’m afraid he was almost overcome with buck fever at the last minute.” The fat man looked almost grandfatherly and smiled with a gleam in his eye. “It was hard convincing him but you are worth it. I can hardly wait to taste your tender succulent young flesh. My, my, such meaty hams and look at that chest and shoulders. Oh my yes, just look at the beautiful meat on those buns, he slapped Sean’s butt and squeezed his flanks. This is prime pork if I ever saw it. I have never had anything as fine for roasting as this one Jack you have done well.”

The light of awful truth was creeping into Sean’s mind. “What are you talking about? Jack get me the hell out of here. This ain’t funny. What’s the matter with you? I wanna go home now. Get these cuffs off me. Please Jack. I’m butt naked. Jack please don’t do this to me.” Jack turned and looked away smiling.
Nick turned and faced Jack. “Well Man, here is our dinner. Isn’t he a fine specimen?
You can take him out now. He’s a tender meaty one alright.

They picked their victim up and carried him kicking and screaming down the stairs and tied him spread eagle between two upright posts. Nick came once again laughing and joking to inspect his ribs, belly, butt, flank and thighs.
“ Jack, Jack,” Sean began to sob uncontrollably in abject terror. “Please Jack get me out of here. This guy is crazy. Why are you doing this to me? Help me please. Oh Jack please help me. This guy is crazy. Jack, Jack help me please. What’s the matter with you?” “Don’t let him do this to me” The full realization of things were now fully clear in his mind. “Jack you’re going to eat me too aren’t you? You tricked me into coming up here didn’t you?” Sean was still sobbing uncontrollably. He begged Jack again to set him free. He was hurt by Jack’s seduction, deception and betrayal as much as anything that could happen to him. “You brought me up here to kill me didn’t you? You said you wanted to eat me. I thought you were joking. I thought it was all fantasy. Help me Jack,” he begged, his voice was filled with mortal fear. “Damn you Jack, damn you to hell.” He started sobbing again; the tears flooded down his face and fell on the floor.

Jack looked at Sean and licked his lips. He stared at the boy pork in front of him. A wave of erotic love, lust, desire and hunger swept over him. His engorged penis pulsed as he said, “I’ve fantasized about this for years but never expected it to really happen. I didn’t mean to do it. The truth is that I have come to love you so much that I can’t bear the thought of not having you for a part of me for the rest of my life. The only way for that to happen is for me to eat you.” Jack then kissed Sean on the lips, and licked the salt from his tears, his chest and belly.

Nick smiled, “Now Jack, settle down, fearing that his comrade might change his mind. You knew what you were doing when we made the deal. Besides I can’t let this boy go, knowing what he knows and you know it.”
“Come, come now,” Nick smiled; you’re going to let your emotions get away from you. You have buck fever.
Nick pointed to the oven beside the fireplace. I promise you won’t regret this Jack my boy.

Jack’s love for Sean was only exceeded by his lust and hunger for the pretty young man’s meaty body. Jack looked at Nick and nodded in agreement, then took the screaming, kicking, fighting, sobbing , struggling victim by the feet and tied them with a rope and began to hoist him upside down over a tub until he hung down at about eye level.

Sean began pleading again. “Jack help me. Jack, Jaaaaak,” “I don’t wanna die, I wanna live, I wanna get married, I wanna make babies.” Sean’s eyes were open wide, filled with horror and still pleading with Jack as he swung back and forth twisting and struggling against the rope and cuffs.

“Go ahead now and fight Nick laughed. That shoots chemicals and adrenaline through you. That will give you a wonderful wild gamey taste.”

“You know Jack,’ interrupted Nick, smiling, “Normally I would even have been glad to have you. You are great looking, big and well muscled and I’m sure you would be good meat but you are not prime like this boy. You’re strictly grade B. He is the best I’ve ever had. Look at the quality; he’s prime, all prime.” Let’s get on with it.
Nick put on a brown rubber apron and handed one to Jack. The apron stretched out over Nick’s big belly.
Jack put on his apron as his bulging dick began to push against the brown rubber. He noticed that his buddy Nick had a bulge under his rubber apron too.
Nick reached down and stroked his bulge. It felt so good
as he took in the pleasant smell of the new rubber apron.
Then he stroked his massive erection under the rubber apron in eager anticipation.

Jack thrust his arm around Sean’s neck, putting struggling the boy in a chock hold. With a sudden violent twist of the head he snapped the boy’s neck.

Nick came forward with a long butcher’s knife and slashed Sean’s throat from side to side. The blood came gushing out into the tub. As soon as the blood stopped dripping and the carcass stopped quivering, Jack took a razor sharp hunting knife in hand and gently lay Sean’s four inch penis aside. He brushed back some of the brown pubic hair and carefully pricked the skin at the base of the peter so as not to cut into the gut. Then he gingerly ran the blade under the skin and down the full length of the belly, clear to the sternum mindful of the gristly belly button. Thus exposing the warm wet blue and white guts as he pulled the ab muscles aside and proceeded to reach in and pull the guts that just moments before had been living and moving under a young man’s skin. The steaming guts fell out into the tub. The feel and smell of the warm, slippery entrails brought on a massive explosion under Jack’s apron. The heart and liver were put into a pan to be cubed up and cooked in broth for making gravy. The peter and scrotum with the contents in tact were left attached. Nick claimed the head for a trophy. The carcass was taken down washed, shaved and placed in a large black cast iron pot of oil. The huge iron pot was placed on the grate of the fireplace where coals were glowing under it. Soon the meat was cooking.
The delicious aroma of the deep fried meat filled the lodge like the smell of broasted chicken.

Nick said, “I haven’t eaten much for two days. I’ve been saving up my appetite for this feast” His buddy nodded in agreement. It took about six hours and then the pot was removed.
The meat was a rich golden brown and broasted to perfection. What a feast took place that night. The blood and entrails had been dumped in the forest for the wolves to devour.

After the grizzly feasting was done, Jack had to loosen his belt to
have room in his pants for his belly. He rose up slowly and
headed up to the room where he and Sean had slept. On the floor
were a pair of new black and white Puma boots, a black leather
motor cycle jacket and, a pair of muddy grass stained boot cut
jeans, some black nylon boxer shorts, and a western belt that had a
large oval buckle with a turquoise setting.
On the dresser there was a turquoise ring, a neck chain with a cross
on it and a pair of sunglasses.
There was a wallet with fifteen dollars and a picture of Jack in it,
On the back of the picture was written, “My Best Buddy.”
Jack clasped the jacket to himself as if it were a sacred relic.
He smelled the scent of musk mixed with the odor of sweaty
armpits.

Along toward evening Jack placed the jeans and some other affects into the saddlebags of Sean’s bike. He burned the guitar. He kept the biker jacket, belt buckle, ring and a black Swiss sports watch with the wide leather band for himself. He held the red baseball cap in his hand. He started to toss it away and then put it on his own head. These things were to treasure now. He rode the bike up to a cliff overlooking the lake and let it fall into deep water where it would never be seen again. Jack got on his own bike and followed Nick down the muddy trail toward home.

Months later Jack still thought of the young man with short light brown spiked and highlighted hair and twinkling brown eyes. The youth was now a part of him forever. Sometimes the sound of laughter would fill his head and he could hear the splashing of water in a far away lake. Sometimes the feel of a young man’s arms around his neck, trying to wrestle him down on a snowy glacier and would thrill him again..
It was all there before him and would never go away. A young man’s watch was on the table. The turquoise ring was on Jack’s little finger and a blue baseball cap was in a dresser drawer.
Jack remembered the delicious warmth of Sean’s lean body. He remembered the feel of the smooth young belly as he caressed it so tenderly. He remembered the day he tickled the youth until he peed his pants and masturbated the boy on a snowy mountain glacier and licked his belly.
He remembered sleeping with his arms around him on a cold mountain night and kissing his neck as he slept.
He remembered frolicking with him in a cold mountain lake. He remembered him naked before the butcher’s knife.
He remembered how his penis dripped, bulged and pressed against the brown rubber apron as he gutted the carcass of his young lover.
He remembered rubbing the seasonings into Sean’s soft supple skin.
He remembered placing an apple in his mouth and closing his eyes.
He remembered uncovering the pot, checking the meat periodically and ladling broth on the sausage and balls.)
He remembered how the little bit of beer belly had added flavor to the broth.
He remembered the delectable succulent taste of the tender boy he had loved.
The horny memories of that day constantly filled Jack’s mind.
The memories were so erotic and pleasurable that Jack often put on his biker jacket, unzipped his own jeans and masturbated in front of his full-length mirror.
No, he thought to himself, “Seanie Boy, I’ll never forget you or your tender succulent meaty body. You tasted like broasted chicken.
How I have loved you. I will love you forever. You are part of me.”
He went to the freezer and took out a zip lock bag of leftover boy pork for his supper,
Some meat from the belly with the naval in the middle was on the menu that night along with the cock sausage and meat balls.
The cock sausage and meat balls were juicy and succulent.
He remembered sticking his finger in Sean’s belly button and feeling the hard little knot inside it.
Tonight it made a delicious deep fried pork loin sandwich.
He knew the belly button would be luscious, chewy and gristly adding much eroticism to the meal.
The juice from the perfectly browned sausage squirted in his mouth as he chewed.
After supper he sniffed the arm pits of Sean’s jacket and the crotch of his leather pants and masturbated.
End.