The Howling of the Semen
I worked real hard the rest of my first day at work cleaning the toilet, then finally we were about to close up the store and Donald had me take the trash out to the dumpster. He accompanied me out to the back of the store's parking as I walked toward the dumpster, barely able to walk. I was still feeling the pleasant sting of Donald's dick in my ass and was walking bow-legged. Donald was yelling at me, "C'mon! Pick up the pace!" like some drill instructor. I got within a few feet of the dumpster and just couldn't walk anymore, the trash was so heavy, full of grease and pounds upon pounds of food waste, enough to feed a small African nation. I dropped the trash bag to the ground and I noticed about five or six tacos fall out of the bag. They were still in the wrappers and as I picked one up I noticed it was still fresh and warm. . . Click here to read rest of entryLabels: gay erotica, gay food fetish story, gay sex story


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