It was a solemn, humid day in South Ashfield heights, the sun just beginning to peak over the foggy horizon. Light streamed in through the cracks in the blinds, falling over Henry’s eyes and causing him to stir from his slumber. He lay there for a few moments before sitting upright, hand wandering down briefly to itch his manhood before standing, stretching, and traversing to the kitchen lethargically.

Dull thuds sounded off of the linoleum as he made his entrance, flicking on the light and making his way towards the bread cabinet. Henry opened it and grabbed out a single slice of wheat bread, checking it over for mold before popping it into the toaster with apparent disregard. Taking a moment to set the dial, he waited and watched over in anticipation as the wires heated over the bread, crisping it into a delicious golden brown right before his eyes.

Before too long the toast was done, popping out of the machine toasted to what the man would consider perfection. Henry took a butter knife, slathering the heated surface of the bread with butter, side to side and with surprising gentleness and precision, as if it were a woman he loved. With that labor out of the way, he raised it to his mouth, taking a reasonably sized bite and pouring a glass of chocolate milk as he did so, golden crumbs flaking over his worn fingertips in a surprisingly erotic fashion.

Henry walked slowly into the living room, plopping his ass down on a dirty couch cushion and taking another bite of his toast followed by a swig of the chocolate milk. As he stared off into the drab off-white walls, an idea of a devious nature crossed into the man’s mind and a small smile unfurled upon his thin lips. He set the glass of chocolate milk down on the coffee table and instead used that hand to reach towards his member, which had begun to throb with excitement at his toast endeavors. The toast soon followed, being set down on the table so that he could cup his balls gently while he stroked his cock; Butter, grease, and crumbs rolling over the sensitive skin and sending waves of pleasure shooting through his body.

Henry’s jerks soon grow swifter, and it doesn’t take him long to reach his climax, considering he hadn’t had much attention in a while, and with one final tug a stream of thick, white, hot fluid came dripping out of his member… All over the lone piece of toast that had come to rest on his coffee table. With the last few drops of man gravy deposited onto the toast, another idea crosses the man’s mind and he figures, why the fuck not. Lifting said toast to his lips slowly, he took a large bite of the now semen coated bread, the former crunch now accented with the strange salty flavor of his ball brew. Henry didn’t mind, though, and finished it off, licking the crumbs from his fingertips with a deranged grin of satisfaction.

This is re-writing of an old fanfiction of mine, placed into a more acceptable format.

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