08/03/08
“…Mildewy cum!”
I glanced at Rhoen with my eye brows raised. While Steve and I walked down the winding maze of Mainstreet we both spotted a group of kids from my last school chilling behind our favorite fast food restaurant; chipotle. Grabbing a bag of chips and a massive chicken burrito (which my boy consumed with a leer while I watched on, drooling; I’m a vegetarian) we joined them. being teenagers, they manage to transition from one topic, such as Aids infected, transvestite Turkish priests to a scrabble board they found under a bridge in LA while visiting their step uncle, twice removed. Per usual, they gossiped about who, in school was presently pregnant, HIV positive or republican. This eventually transitioned to the topic of sex, and everyone’s favorite fluid; cum.
I had tuned out for a few minutes while I gazed into the setting sun. I am a pervert by nature, but very few people know that, because I look so innocent. my pale blond hair, big bright hazle eyes and midget stature is not in key with my violent dive for quick, disconnected messy sex. It would take a lot to get a reaction out of me when it came to the topic of intercourse. However, the two graphic words had a ring to it.
“what about mildewing cum?” I asked. Rhoen is a shorter, chubby boy with gorgeous baby blue eyes, skin and hair. If he was a woman, I’d fuck him. He ignored me, addressing the three other girls in the group.
“Remember Travis?” he asked Emma with a grin.
“God!” the tall and slender Senior gaged, almost dropping her cigarette.
It was obvious, Travis and mildwy cum correlated. Tragic. This small group of people existed long before I started going to their highschool, so there were many stories I’ve missed out on. this was one of them. according to Rhoen’s brief and scattered explanation, Travis had masterbated into a towel which he had then disposed of in his room. When this group of particular teenagers visited his place, they found the repulsive pile of cotton, and it was left to fester in their memory. One time, when Rohan was in his car with Emma and Jamie the topic came up again.
Rohan gave an evil smile to the group as he continued to explain, “I told them both that I thought of something, but they wouldn’t want to hear it…”
“I had thought I could handle it.” Jamie said, face crumpled in disgust as she took a drag on her ciggeret.
Rohan had stopped, but Emma egged him on, “go ahead, tell them what you said.”
The boy glanced at me and Steve, who had been listening to the conversation as intently as I had.
“I told them that I imagined Travis ejaculating cottage cheese into my mouth.” I chuckled, and the three girls at the table erupted into moans of renewed repulsion. Steve glanced at me, and I almost smacked him.
There was a pause, and I thought I’d contribute.
“wouldn’t it be a jerky spray? Sp-sp-sp-pllllllip-sp.” I said, with an attempt to imitate the sputtering squirt of thick, chunky ejaculation liquid.
All at the table moaned, and I could not help but continue.
“I could totally imagine the food network and some porn production starting the Vice channel; ‘where food and sex make a mess’.”
“Enough, Ling.” Emma moaned while Rohan and Steve howled with laughter.

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