Donald's cock looked so gorgeous out in the parking lot that night when he escorted me out to the dumpster to take the trash out for the first time. It twinkled and almost seemed to glow in its majesty underneath the soft light of the security lights nearby. I smelled the Mexican food in the air and was still chewing on a huge mouthful of taco. Was it a coincidence that the moon was also full? Its milky comfort seemed to blanket Donald and I as I grew hungrier and hungrier. But it was a strange sensation, unlike any I had ever felt. The cum inside my rectum seemed to boil and howl and my werewolf nature ignited. I could have sworn I felt my chest hairs growing. My pubic hairs surrounding my own cock also started to rustle. The hunger in my belly seemed almost as one with the growling sense of semen in my ass, looking at Donald's cock and tasting the delicious taco ingredients in my mouth seemed almost like a mystical experience of oneness.

"Okay, enough of this fucking around!" Donald said as he pushed me to the pavement and rammed his luscious thick prick in my mouth. With one angry thrust he had it banging the back of my throat as I gloriously gagged and felt my entire soul sizzling. The cum in my butt; the growling in my stomach; the howling wolf of semen in my rectum and the love in my heart all collided and abided by the singular law of lust. My eyes bulged wide and I nearly choked on bits of taco crawling down my throat. Bits of meat, cheese and lettuce spewed out from around the throbbing, erect surface of Donald's darling dick and he face-fucked me and screamed, "Now you got them both in the same fucking hole, dude! What do you think of that?"

Both in same hole. That was the key! I had both a luscious cock in my mouth as well as delicious taco in my mouth and it seemed to feed my entire being, it really seemed to FILL ME UP in more ways than one. It satisfied and satiated every fiber of my being as I bobbed my head up and down, lapping at Donald's throbbing, purple-veined organ while slowy swallowing the bits of taco. He let me catch a breather as I took another bite of taco. Then I took his cock back in my mouth as Donald played with my hair and I caressed his meat wqith my tongue, skillfuly blanketing his erection with the texture of taco, letting the chewed up meat and cheese and vegetables kiss his dick which I spat upon. I spat food upon his balls; we both laughed and then I commenced sucking again until finally Donald screamed in ncontrollable pleasure.

He cocked back his head and cackled in rapturuous joy as the jizz spewed forward from his glorious, gorgeous cock and it shot into my mouth. The taste mixed with the taco shell; the corn flavor made good with the rich, robust flavor of Donald's young, flavorful cum as I finally got the connection. I finally fully understood the nature of food fetish and that my hunger for food was synonymous with my hunger for flesh and for dick, my longing to love another human being was the same magnetic attraction I felt when I went to the grocery store. It was all the same; it was all one. The cum told me this fact; the tacos giggled and spoke of this singular mystical truth and I knew my life would never be the same.