I dropped the taco on the table and began to slowly fondle my cock. Even though I had just finished fucking Bert for over two hours, my dick was far from worn out. It was stiff as a piece of timber wood, or like a big thick log people use to make cabins with. I was so aroused by the colors of the taco ingredients that I began to stroke myself, marveling at the shades of red, green, orange cheese and golden shades of corn from the shell itself. The shell needed filled! It needed filled with more than ground beef and tomatoes. It needed some of my cum on it, I just knew it and even though I felt it was wrong to do so I started stroking my cock fiercely as I looked at it, so aroused by this taco and nearly giving myself a migraine I was stroking so my peter so hard! Sweat was pouring from my face from underneath the werewolf mask and just as I was about to cum I heard the phone ring.

Grimacing, I held the cum inside my balls, squeezing my cock with all my might to try and stop the steaming flood of jizz that was about to burst. I took the werewolf mask off and threw it across the kitchen, catching my breath before I answered the phone but still squeezing my cock because I didn't want to cum while talking on the phone. I'd been needing a job real bad for quite awhile and had been putting applications in all over the place. In case it was a potential employer on the other end I didn't want to be moaning or having an orgasm while I talked to them. So I picked up the recever and managed to get out the word, "Hello" while holding my dick tightly in my hand and feeling myself about to burst.

Just my luck! It was the manager from "Diez Inchiladas," a local fast food joint which, coincidentally enough, served Mexican food. The guy on the other end sounded real cool, some guy with a Mexican accent. I knew that a real Mexican owned the place because I'd eaten there a number of times and their food always seemed to taste authentic. They called the place "Diez Inchiladas" because every taco, burrito and enchilada they serve is at least ten inches long. But I'd heard more than one rumour that the owner of the place, who calls himself "Diez" (Spanish for the number 10, btw, in case you didn't know) had the best ten inch "inchilada" of all, if you catch my drift. I got a buddy who used to work there. He said Diez has his own personal shower and bathroom in the back of the restaurant. Even though Diez is an alleged macho "straight" guy, he likes to leave the shower curtain open so the guys who work for him can get a look at his big, swinging wang.

It was Diez, himself, on the phone offering me a job! I was so happy as he started going over my schedule and telling me a little about what I'd be doing. And the more he talked, the more aroused I got until finally I started stroking myself again. I started to imagine Diez taking a shower and that maybe, just maybe I'd get to sneak a peek at him now that I'd be working there! Right in the middle of our conversation I just couldn't hold it in anymore and start ejaculating. Jizz started spewing out of my cock at the speed of delight. I didn't want Diez to hear my groans so I took the receiver down to where my cock was and I came all over it. I then fell to my knees and managed to uttered the words, "Tomorrow at 10am? I'll be there for sure and thank you so much for this great opportunity!" It was moments later when I finally got up from the floor that I remembered the taco and that I'd forgotten to cum on it. It would still be a few days before my cum and Mexican food would truly mix.