doitbro: Shit, there it is again for the fifth day in a row. A quarter cup full of cum sitting right
doitbro: Shit, there it is again for the fifth day in a row. A quarter cup full of cum sitting right there on the counter, waiting for me to eat it. Only this time, right there next to it, is a full cup of piss to help wash it down. I could try to tell myself that I’m not going to eat it, that I’m not going to drink it, but at this point I know it’s impossible to resist. Someone is leaving me their sack seed and cock juice, and I am addicted to guzzling it down. My mind races every time I consume my snack, going over the possibilities of who could have turned me into their cum guzzler. Obviously it’s one of the guys at the gym, but I can’t figure out which one. I wonder how they had gotten me addicted to being their urinal when before I had even drank their warm beverage for the first time. Warm…I guess that means it can’t be the guys leaving around the time that I arrive. That narrows it down some, but it’s still difficult to pin down who left me my treat. The cum isn’t as warm, so the piss could even be from a different man. Damn, that’s the kind of thought that really makes my butthole twitch. When I get home I’m going to have to play with my dildo. Yeah, I’ll fuck myself while I think about the taste in my mouth and who might’ve put it there. Maybe I’ll even log on to that special site I like, the one I discovered six days ago. Yeah, that sounds like a lot of fun. I just really hope I cum this time, it’s been so frustrating not cumming for five days straight. -- source link