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From a Very Young Age the Boys knew that Sneaking food Into the Rooms of the Chapel Would Surely Get them Caught by Their Overly Strict mother. Tonight however wasn't about the Other boys. it wasn't about Sister Imperator or even What Rats and Roaches may be crawling around looking for a late night snack. This was about Terzo. Terzo and this Burning Urge for Connection, with ANYTHING.
In the 7th Grade, Things started getting a Little bit More intense for the eventually to be Papa. Figuring out through half baked Sex Ed Videos and a Little bit Of exploration that he was Fully Uncircumcised and Pretty Decently Sized. Growing up in the Era Of Free love was the starting point of T's Fascination With What lengths he could stretch this extra skin to. Women, men, and everyone in-between Would be Eagerly encouraged To take On this challenge. Figuring out very quickly that the Cold chill of Coins against his sensitive head wrapped over with the extra nerve endings Was Extremely pleasurable. This was a Go To If his partner Did not Have Something More fitting on Hand.
This Fascination Soon turned into a Full Fetish, Terzo unable to Climax without some sort of Tugging or stretching of his Foreskin. It's a downward spiral when You're involved in a Business such a His, Getting your hands on and Everyone else's hands on you Can Lead to a Multitude of outcomes. Naturally Food Comes Up closer to the "safe" side of that. Whipped Cream and Strawberries was Classy But Never enough. There was always a Need to feel that Pulling Pleasure. Years Of Trial and Error, a Few bad infections, and Some serious soul Searching Questions Led to Tonight's events.
Sauntering through the Vast Hallways of the Cathedral, T Soon Found The pantry, Illuminated By a single Candle was a Beautiful Dark Blue Encasement. Looking at the image of Two Dark Chocolate Cookies Stuffed With Thick White fluid Gave Him shivers as He Quickly Ran Back to his Room. desperately trying to keep the Crinkling of the package and the Slap of his bare feet As Quiet as He could.
Once back In His childhood bedroom, Terzo Sat the Package on His neatly Made bed as He began To disrobe and Remove His shorts. The thoughts From the Kitchen Rushed Back to the forefront of his mind as He pealed the Foil Back to unveil Rows Of Sandwich Cookies. Each perfectly filled and Engraved with the Brand Logo. "Oreo" Terzo Whispered to Himself as He reached for the first Cookie. Opening it up to Eat the cream Entirely out of the Middle in one Go. Savouring Nothing He viciously went in for more, Soon Taking Out Half a Row of Cookies. Some Were left Creamless, Others Devoured Whole.
Not being able to Handle the Ache this situation brought to his Groin, he Brought a Hand to his mouth to gather some of the spit, Now thickened by the Filling, so he could begin What was Sure to be the Short process of Reaching climax. With His Other hand Terzo Picked up A piece of Cookie, No Cream, and stretched his foreskin. Maneuvering the cookie to fit completely inside This Self made 'pouch', He knew this wasn't going to be enough. Reaching for a Full Cookie Now, His hand was Trembling in Excitement. This was what he needed. So much better than Any Coin or Class ring. While putting the New Cookie in, There was a Faint crunch Of the Previous piece. Gripping the Base of his cock as To not Cum from the sound alone, he took a Minute to Recompose himself before reaching for another one of those Empty cookies. The stretch was Getting tight at this Point But Two and a Half seemed like so Little for a Man Who waxed Prophetic about the Coming Of The Dark Lord. For some Reason, this was His commitment. This was the One thing Terzo would push For today.
Grabbing another full cookie, He wedged it in. Lightly scraping the Head of his Now Leaking cock. Letting Out a Seething Breath At the sensation and the ever growing sound of Crumbling From the cookies Now inside Him, T pushed ever Further. This was the Finally Cookie. four and a Half. he'd Managed to get Four and a Half Oreo Cookies in His Foreskin Before Nearly Passing out. It was Time for his plan Now. Waiting any longer would not be a Good Idea. Grabbing one last cookie, taking off the Top and positioning it correctly, Terzo Came On to the Creamy Center Of this Once Innocent Snack. Placing the Other half back on and setting that one aside, he Began the Clean Up process.
The Next Morning Proved To be One of Conflicting Emotions. Never has something been so pleasurable yet so Bizarre to the withering man. Redressing and Prepared For Mass, With a single Oreo in his pocket. Terzo made his way to the alter for his daily offering.