The possibilities are endless …

I sit in Mom’s car and drive off to the grocery store, absentmindedly washing down the load of sperm with the orange soda I hold in one hand, the steering wheel in the other. An almost liberating feeling seems to wash over me as I realize that I have achieved my daily quest, the burden of doubt now lifted from my shoulders. One day down, eighty-nine more to go … eighty-nine more cocks … eighty-nine more blowjobs … eighty-nine more loads of cum!

It’s as if my mind is clearer now, a bright ray of sunlight illuminating my spirits, bringing a smile to my face. That wasn’t so bad! Not to mention, a wad of cash in my pocket, that I didn’t have before! I’ll have to think of something special to spend it on … something I don’t want Mom or Dad knowing about. My mind drifts back to the decrepit stall and the cock that appeared through the hole. The first taste of his salty sweat reappears on my tongue, the memory of his acrid smell fills the air I breathe. The way it snapped to attention at first touch caused a little giggle to escape. Memories of the pain when my jaw first spread wide for his girth, were now replaced with blissful memories of joy and euphoria. His length, much more than I could handle, without practice, could still be felt at the back of my throat … I’m gonna have to work on that! The abundant load of his salty load could still be felt deep in the pit of my stomach, spreading its warmth directly to my soaked loins. God! I actually had an orgasm when he came!

As I park the car in the grocery lot, I see a lot of men milling about. Suddenly, it dawns on me that any one of these men could have been the one whose cock I just sucked! The family man with his wife and kids in tow? … The worker gathering stray carts and hauling them back to the storefront? … One of the construction workers building the new fast food joint next door? … The bagging assistant carrying several bags for one of the elder shoppers?

I catch myself, looking at each and every male my eyes fall upon, in a totally different way. These are no longer just men. No! These are potential targets for my quest. My eyes are drawn instinctively towards their crotch, inspecting their package for size and suitability. My mind conjures images of their shapes and sizes, as well as vivid scenarios in which I’m presented with their turgid muscle, down on my knees, mouth open …

“Good afternoon miss, welcome to Food Palace.” A warm greeting from a friendly, elder gentleman wretches me from my daydream. I smile courteously and pass by, but not before sneaking a glance at his baggy trousers … just curious!

I can’t help myself any longer! It’s all I can think about, outside of the list of items I need to purchase. And as I focus on the food items, I’m somehow drawn to stare at the produce … bananas, cucumbers, squash, carrots, zucchini, corn on the cob … imagining each one as a cock, each one with its unique shape, size and texture.

Even though these items are not on my list, my hand reaches out and grabs them, placing them into my cart. I inadvertently bump into one of the produce stocking employees, a young man, maybe a few years older than me. I excuse myself as I place the huge cucumber in my cart with the other produce. He smiles politely in return and turns to see the items I’ve already acquired. His eyes sparkle brightly as they return to me. They roam from head to toe and back again, his smile widening. “Interesting variety you have there …”. I sense he can read my mind and a heated blush rapidly crawls up my neck and into my cheeks. My eyes drop in embarrassment, yet focus on what appears to be a rather large bulge in his slacks, only causing my now reddened cheeks to burn. “… If you’d like, I have some VERY FRESH produce in the back …”. A hint of expectation was detected in his voice. I **** my eyes upward and met his hypnotic gaze, catching the name tag in the process.

“Larry … umm …”.