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Organic Slurpees

“Nervous?” asked the guy sitting on a chair next to mine. I was happy for a break in the silence. A school cafeteria is eerily quiet before the arrival of the first morning bus.

“A little,” I understated. I spent my entire adult life walking a certain way and sitting a certain way in a failed attempt to hide the massive bulges of my cock and balls. I was not comfortable pantless, legs spread to make room for my heavy sack on the seat, waiting for a flood of teen girls to gaze at my impossibly large penis like a museum piece.

At least my neighbor was in the same embarrassing position with the same unnatural proportions. We’ve probably faced the same hardships. As my few ex-girlfriends could attest, there’s a point where the size of your cock and the quantity of ejaculate it produces hit significant diminishing returns; it’s downright impractical if not painful.

“This still doesn’t feel real,” I said, staring at the cushion on the floor between my feet.

“It’s a dream job, sure, but it’s real. The school gets a government subvention for their ‘green’ initiative, the girls get a protein-rich liquid vegan meal, and we get our cocks sucked. I’ve been sitting in this chair eight hours a day every day for a year, and I still wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

“I hope you don’t think I’m here to, like, steal your job or anything. I didn’t know there was already someone like me at this school.”

The guy snorted. I should have asked his name sooner; asking this late ...

... would have been too awkward. “There’s no shortage of demand here. The kitchen closed because every girl converted to human veganism. And it’s more than just feeding. I think it’s because this is a rich neighborhood with strict parents; these girls turned into cock-hungry sluts seeing one in the flesh for the first time or watching one of their friends go to town. Blowjobs are all they talk about now.”

“That’s what I don’t understand, though... I don’t know if it’s the same with you, but I can’t use a Kleenex to like... contain what comes out. I could fill up a whole Kleenex box. They can’t drink all that, can they?”

“Some of them do, absolutely. These teens will starve themselves to make sure they have room in their stomach for a whole load. Some other girls will share the load with their friends, like a mama bird feeding her babies. It’s wild, dude, I’m telling you.”

“But how many times are we expected to... perform?”

“How many times can you cum in a day?”

“I’ve never pushed myself, but I guess maybe...”

“Doesn’t matter,” he interrupted. The question was a setup. “This isn’t like jerking off. A blowjob from these girls... Don’t ask me where they learned how to use their tongue and fingers and throat like that. Praise the internet, I guess. But they’ll keep you hard the whole day and will manage to make you cum again and again and again. I have my favorites for sure but, they’re all young and cute and super enthusiastic. They look up at you with big bright ...