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I love my apartment. Halfway between school and the bar district downtown, a nice walking distance if you're willing to walk for thirty or so minutes. And of course lots of busses. It's also great within my building: top floor, facing the courtyard. I don't have any loud stomping or whatever on my ceilings, and I can hang out in the buff with the windows open or even on my balcony sunning with only the other people on my floor facing the courtyard having the possibility of seeing. Not that I care if I'm seen, of course, I actually quite like the idea of showing off, (and have done so at parties before,) but I certainly don't want to have to deal with complaining neighbors. None have gone to management yet, and only once did someone else on the floor come to confront me about it, a femmy Sylveon guy about a month after my encounter with the Granbull girl. That Eeveeloution definitely didn't ever go to management.

I guess I've never even really seen people out on their balconies or even looking out their windows (and in to mine) at all, though. Maybe it's just the times, people retreating into their own lives and not being social or letting other people see into theirs. There was one exception, though: this late-twenties Luxray guy who lived directly across the courtyard from me. He had this tree-thing growing on his balcony, so he was out there fairly often. He also had a girlfriend, this Persian girl from school he'd been seeing regularly since I moved here. I know because his room also doesn't have blinds or drapes or anything, and I got a bit of a show whenever they did it anywhere aside from the bed, heh.

Of course, I would watch him instead of her when they're going at it in-view. She certainly wasn't bad to look at, but girls just don't affect me, and he was quite the looker himself already! He's not a musclehead, but he definitely worked out; eight-pack, nice biceps and calves, and broader shoulders than me (and also a few inches taller, if I had to guess). I don't bottom, period, but Greek gods like him are the only ones I'd even consider saying 'maybe' to (even if it's just a tease, since it's bottoms, "bottom's up", or nothing for my partners). I think he had a bit of exhibitionist in him, too; every time he'd get that Persian up against the windows (or at least against a wall in view of the windows) he'll occasionally look around outside, I presume to see if anyone's watching. So when his eyes met mine on those occasions, he'd smile and speed up before looking around some more.

Unsurprisingly, we had a pretty neigh-bro-r style relationship, never really interacting but always giving a friendly wave whenever both of us were out on our respective balconies, saying a quick 'hi' if we passed in the halls, and giving knowing smiles and winks the day after either of us had someone over. Though I'm usually a bit more private after a Hunt, I knew I would be surprised if he'd never seen me gorged up, but for a loooong time he never raised the issue. One day, though, not long after freshman year ended, I heard a knocking on my door and opened it to see him there - already shirtless.

"Hey there, buddy! Cain, right? I'm Tarek Sabry, from the apartment across the courtyard from you."

"Yeah, right," I said still standing at my door (in his way, and nude of course,) a bit skeptical. "May I help you?"

"I think so. May I come in?"

My mind was starting to go at high speed at that point. Why was he shirtless? Was he wanting to top me? Was he another Hunter?? "Err... What do you need?"

He laughed at that point and leaned one forearm against my doorframe, and despite myself I relaxed a bit; it was a good laugh, and I hated him a little bit for being so likeable. "Well, ah, I actually wanted to proposition you."

Now, I hadn't had anyone over for the past few weeks: first finals, then everyone left, so I guessed he thought he was doing me a favor. "Wait, I thought you were straight."

He laughed again. "So did I, but over the past several months I think I've been sliding up the Kinsey scale a bit. Probably has something to do with seeing a hot, sexually active guy across from me naked all the time," he finished with a wink.

"You know, I'm a pure top," I said, crossing my arms in front of me. I don't care how hot he was, I did NOT have dicks stuck into me.

"That's what I was hoping you'd say," he said. "If I want to top, I've got Priscilla."

"I mean I - wait, really? You.... you seem really like a "leader of the pride" type, and yet you want your first gay experience to be on bottom?"

"Hey, in straight sex, they guy is almost always the 'top'. If I wanna try gay sex, might as well get the D. Besides, why can't an alpha want a little filling every now and then?" he asked with a smirk.

My member was really starting to stiffen up by now. Topping a hunk like him? Yes, please! "And your girlfriend's cool with this?" I asked, standing back now to let him actually in to my apartment.

"Oh, she has no clue," Tarek said, hands already undoing the buttons above his tail and fly. "You have a no-clothes rule in here, right?"

"Uh, yeah" I said, closing the door as I watched his pants fall to the floor; he had a damn perfect ass. "Heh, commando, nice. Those pants were literally the only thing you were wearing, eh? You were really prepped for sex."

"Heck yeah!" the Luxray responded enthusiastically, turning to passively show off his fully erect member (a bit on the small side, but he was a feline after all). " Just sex, though," he added, "if you try to eat me now I'm gonna Thunder Wave your tiny ass."

Oh, he knows... I thought, at least as my first thought; my second thought was Hey, my ass isn't that small, is it? Looking back, it surprises me that I was a bit bothered by the statement; I normally don't take shit like that, but I guess he was just that hot I kinda wanted him to think the same of me. (Which he did, I just didn't know at the time.) I screwed my back to check out my rear as best I could, and though I definitely didn't want it to be fat at all, I realized it was a bit on the scrawny side... I made a mental note to start doing glute exercises the next time I hit the gym.

He laughed at my self-check-out. "Ah, sorry dude, I didn't literally mean is was puny or anything. From what I've seen across the way, it's fine on its own; tight, even if there's really nothing there. All I meant was that you're a smaller guy than me. Only a bit though, and you've got that hot dom-top swagger to more than make up for it."

The only affirmation I gave to that was a simple grunt before asking "So, where do you want to be bent over?" with a wicked grin.

"Hmm...." He looked around my apartment, and I could almost see the gears in his mind going, weighing the options - the couch, the floor, the table, the wall, my bedroom... He settled on the last one. "Might as well go for the bed for the first time, right?" he asked, already heading to the hall that led to our destination.

Looking back on that encounter, I probably should have kept the possibility that he was a Hunter as well a bit more prominently at the front of my mind, but it turned out to be a non-issue. He konked out after two rounds, and I woke up the next morning after he did without having been eaten myself, the two of us instead going for a third round in the shower. In fact, the fact that I ate people didn't come up again until our third rendezvous a couple weeks later when he asked if he could watch me consume someone for a Hunt. (He took to visiting me once a week or so, sometimes missing a week or two here and there; much less often than that Persian was over at his place but still definitely enough for his satisfaction.) The request took me by surprise, but a week later the two of us and one of his co-workers had a "guys' night in" - in his apartment, of course, I doubt Tarek's co-worker would have been so at-ease if we all were hanging out in the buff at my place. He even Thunder Wave'd that Liepard for me, making it easy to strip the other feline and swallow him. I didn't fuck Tabek that night, but we had a great mutual paw-off as he felt up my squirming gut.

My best display meal with him came late sophomore year, though. For a while, he had said his relationship with Priscilla was starting to get rocky - apparently she was starting to bitch at him more often about both stupid little things (how clean he kept his apartment, what they had for dinner on a given night, an innocent joke he told one of her friends) and bigger things (like if he was ever going to propose to her, as after four years of dating she was hoping to get married in her year off between undergrad and grad school). I don't know if he was starting to get sloppy in his visits to me and she was starting to track him, or if she just happened to see him naked over in my living room when she showed up unexpectedly that afternoon in his apartment, but we were just sitting on my couch watching TV with our paws idly on each other's dicks when she started banging on my door.

We didn't know it was her at that point, so in hindsight it was actually a good thing he was the one to go open my door. If it had been me, she probably would've just yelled; as it was him, she lunged at him and they got tangled on the floor. Yeah, more violent - but it got her completely inside my apartment. He Thunder Wave'd her as I closed the door. The problem with Thunder Wave is that it only really covers major motions - so her mouth was still allowed to go as fast as she wanted it.

The two of them started arguing nonstop then, her way more than him of course. Eventually, they each both broke up with the other - and then kept arguing. It really started giving me a headache.

Finally, I stepped between them and asked Tabek "Dude, if she's not your girlfriend anymore, can I eat her just to fucking shut her up??" Now, I don't like eating girls, it normally feels kinda wrong, so this lets you know how much I did NOT like her in that moment, on top of all the things Tabek had told me about in the month or two leading up to that afternoon.

He stared at me for a moment, as if not sure of what I had asked, but after a moment, got the biggest horny, evil grin I had ever seen on him.

"Wait, "eat me"? What the fuck are you talking about, you manslut, I ought to - hey what do you think you're doing?? HEY, those are my clothes, get your grubby paws off mmmm-!"

"Thanks, bro," I said as he wrapped his paws over her mouth. He gave her another Thunder Wave for good measure as we undressed her. She had a second or two of her mouth being free, in which she let out a few choice words, before we jammed her face into my mouth. I think even then she didn't believe I literally was going to eat her, but it clicked for her after the second swallow sealed her head in my throat. Even confined like that, her mouth didn't stop moving, a constant stream of muffled sounds coming as I worked my jaws down her body. Tabek had an ear to my throat, then chest, then stomach as he talked back at her the whole way down, relishing her struggles almost as much as I did, I think.

He was jerking himself off the whole time as he was teasing her on her way down, and when I finally closed my teeth around her footpaws and made the last swallow, he said "Okay, that's it," getting down on his back in front of me and hoisting his legs up, presenting his ass to me as best he could, also giving me a great view of his dick as it leaked profusely. "That's gotten me riled up like none other, Cain, I need you in me noooow..." he moaned. And I didn't disappoint.

It was certainly another experience for him, his ex-girlfriend curled up in the stomach that was constantly rubbing against his dick and stomach as I pistoned in and out of his tailhole like I always do; he told me he came two or three times in that quick session on the floor, and from all the noises he had been making I'd guess it was actually higher than that.

He really relished being single after that. I saw him bring a different girl home fairly often, sometimes keeping her for just a night, sometimes for a month or two, and I had him over at my place a bit more often than the once a week or so we had been used to before I ate Pris - enough that, between the two of us, we called each other "honorary boyfriends". Honestly, he was the closest thing I had to a boyfriend for a long time. I really enjoyed hanging out with him, having sex or not, and I saw him almost constantly for a good three years. I guess the big thing was that I never felt like I was "in love" with him, like I did with some guys I dated later, even though they almost never laster more than a few months tops. He was just a best friend, a good neighbor, a workout buddy, a brother - with benefits, of course, haha. If either of us would have gotten married, the other would've surely been his best man.

I did eventually eat him, though - but it wasn't my idea, it surprisingly was his. It was the end of senior year, and there was this two-week downtime between finals and graduation. I noticed his apartment had started getting a little more sparse over the previous few weeks, but he hadn't come over during that time, which had been good in its own way, letting me focus on finals. But on the third day of that downtime he showed up at my door, and we had a massive fuck session for the rest of the morning and early afternoon. Finally, I made the suggestion that we should have lunch, even as late as it was, and that's when he asked. It took a lot of convincing on his part, but he had made everything in order that his absence wouldn't even be noticed for several months, and the idea just turned him on sooooo much, he wanted to do it now in an opportunity for me would suddenly pop up after graduation and I would leave. (A job opportunity did pop up two weeks after graduation, but it was local, so I didn't leave my apartment after all. Oh well.)

So we put off lunch - or at least I did, he ate, and then spent the rest of the afternoon and evening talking himself up, how good he would taste and how satisfying a meal he'd be. I admit, between my hunger and all the talk he had done, my mouth was seriously watering by the time 'dinner' rolled around, even above my misgivings about eating him. It also was an interesting challenge, since he was bigger than me. Not that I thought I wouldn't be able to swallow him - I was confident in my ability as a Hunter to stretch - but I'd never eaten someone that big before.

He had me "tenderize the meat" with one final fuck before I started in on him. I decided to eat him feetfirst and stomach down - feetfirst so he could keep talking to me as he went down, and stomach down so I could give him a bit of final pleasure as he went down (particularly since I got off and he didn't in that last bang).

Man, was he right about him tasting good! I don't know if it was "flavored" by all the good times we'd had over the previous three years, but all that muscle was sooooo succulent... At first I hated him for tasting so good, as I had been unsure about eating him when we started, but soon I was relishing it as he sank into me with each swallow. He came as his ever-hard member sank into my throat, which made me smile quite a bit, and I reached to squeeze his hand. His mane really dried my mouth out, but I didn't care at that point. As the tip of his muzzle passed mine, I heard him say "Thank you, Cain, so much, for the best three years of my life and a dream-come-true way to go out..." At that point, his face slid from the back of my mouth down into my throat, preventing any more verbal communication. His arms were still sticking out of my mouth, though, and we were still holding hands. I paused my swallowing here, but even then he was slowly slipping further down, my grossly distended stomach starting to gurgle happily as it kept claiming more of him. Finally I swallowed again, drawing his hands into my mouth as my jaws popped back into place. I gave his hand one more squeeze, which he returned before I let go and swallowed again, feeling his fingers slip into my throat.

With that, Tabek Sabry ceased to exist as a person, beginning a week (more than twice as long as normal, since he was solid muscle and quite a lot of it) of simply being a hunt of meat, nutrition for this gorgeous Houndoom body.

As much as I liked the guy, for some reason I don't feel naughty or guilty at all about eating him. The was something about Tabek that caused his Hunt to make me feel more warm and fuzzy inside, more complete than any other Hunt I've ever done, both in the four years preceding it and in the nine-or-so years since. I guess me and him were just meant to be that way.