- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PST
"What are you doing here today bro?" I asked.
"Ah, I got the sack. By the way, did Lynn tell you before I left? There's some renovators coming in about 20 or so minutes to fix up the bathroom and buffer out some of those cracks in my walls, they're getting pretty damn big man."
"Oh. Cool." I responded. What the -blam!-! Where had this come from? Where would I bust this load now, my dick had been begging for it since I had arrived at the store and located the milk.
"How long will they take?" I inquired, covering my annoyance with nonchalance.
"Oh a few days or so. We're going to have to sleep and live down here for a while, is that cool?"
"Uh yeah, no worries... Where do I -blam!-?" said I.
"Whoa, uhm, well there's a public toilet not far away, a 1-2 minute walk, I was hoping you wouldn't mind if we could use that?" Steve said, going a little red in the face. This was really starting to get to me, however I retained my composure.
"Well dude, I don't know. Seems a bit of a stretch, but I guess we need to stop this place going to -blam!-, so I'll have to cope." I was infuriated. He was sitting there, smug little grin on his face. He'd never done anything like this before. But I already knew what he was having for breakfast tomorrow morning. A quadruple shot bowl of Cheerios.
It was just a shame Lynn couldn't be there to enjoy it.
I grabbed my shopping off the table and walked back out the door. Steve looked up at me for a second inquisitively, then evidently dismissed the thought. I strolled on down to the public bathrooms in the park just near our place, and entered stealthily.
I unpacked my things onto the closed seat of the toilet. Tipping a fair portion of the milk into the toilet bowl, I grabbed up the cheerios and the cornflakes and made haste in emptying them into the partially drained bottle. I broke up the banana with my hands and added that too, I felt like I was on some rabid druggie cooking show. My -blam!- rose up in my pants as I took the tube of lubricant and applied it to the rim of the bottle, my hands quivering with excitement.
Slowly I bent the completed orgasm tube towards my -blam!-, a little of the contents spilling down my legs. One thrust, two thrusts, and it was in. And was it ever in. Jamming my dick back and forth out of this bottle was possibly equal with -blam!- Lynn's cereal -blam!-.
Suddenly from outside I heard the cruel laughter of young boys. Evidently just off some sort of bullying endeavor, they strutted into the bathroom, and started kicking my door. I screamed at them to -blam!- off, but they just laughed and kept doing it. Then Jack had a plan. Jack had a devious, evil plan.
I blocked out the noises of the kids smashing my door in, and kept furiously working the bottle back and forth along my -blam!-. I started making noises, and there were a few distinct "What the -blam!- is he doing?" calls heard from outside, but nothing could stop me, this was everything I had been waiting for the whole day. I pushed harder and harder, my dick pulsating with carnal desire for my whole grain lover, when I felt my balls rumble.
It was time.
I ripped the bottle off my dick, and jerking myself furiously I charged out of the cubicle, -blam!- dripping with milk and precum. And I fired the greatest load of sperm I think I have ever witnessed, from any human. The -blam!- arced, and I watched almost in slow motion as if covered the baby face of some 12 year old -blam!-, his backwards trucker's cap soaked in, his face a mask of terror. They all screamed like little -blam!-es and fled before the advancing wrath of my throbbing member.
Instantly, I was hard again. I closed my sacred cubicle, and started pumping the bottle back and forth. Steve was going to enjoy his breakfast tomorrow, I thought to myself. Over about an hour I came four separate times into that bottle. My balls were black and blue, and I stumbled back to our place. Falling through the door, Steve was nowhere to be found. Hopefully he was out looking for work. I dropped onto the couch and set my watch alarm to wake me at 6am tomorrow morning to organize Steve's feast. It was about 8:30PM when I fell asleep.
The next morning I awoke to the beeping of my watch. Steve was on the floor, on some sort of mat that I didn't even know we owned. It looked pretty grungy, however it would have nothing on what he was about to eat. I got up groggily, sleep inertia clouding my senses, and stumbled to the fridge. Opening it, my jaw dropped. The bottle was gone.
I looked around, I couldn't see it anywhere. Had Steve found it? Had he already eaten it? Anxiety collected in the pit of my stomach. I ran into Lynn's room to see if I could find it, to find her, head tilted back, drinking the miasma of soggy cereal and four shots of my nut butter.
"Hey Jack. Work told me I needed to be back so I had to come. Speaking of come, this was pretty strong stuff. You been eating much raw salt lately?" she said, winking, and tossed the bottle into the corner and walked out of the room. I realised then that I wanted her again. I wasn't sure if she didn't want to take my dick any more or if she was playing hard to get, but I wanted her lips wrapped around my shaft, more than a good cold bowl of Cheerios.
But the fact still remained, Steve had escaped my wrath. So I formed a plan. A plan to win access to the warm bowl of Lynn's -blam!- and destroy the mind of Steve for subjecting me to the torture of those bastard children.
I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone.
Speaking to Steve, he said he was out last night at the bar, busy with his dealings with the ladies, as he likes to say. I decided to lie a little. I said that Lynn would be bedding in a hotel, and she told me to tell him this if he had woken up and she had left for work. He bought it like the docile fellow he is. I moved the conversation on to her room, and said that she had proposed that either of us could sleep in her bed. I decided to "martyr" myself for him, and allowed him to use it while she was away. He had a huge thing for her, and he'd probably skeet from just being in her room. I convinced him to have another night out at the pub, and that perhaps his luck would wax strong tonight with concerns to the "ladies". By no means was Steve an unattractive man, and I hoped he'd find some early consolation before having his mind obliterated.