Moaning and Groaning of Gay Burritos

Something really off-beat and amazing happened about half way to the burrito stand on the south side. Rich was really chowing down on his burrito, devouring it like a ravenous wolf. Since I had my werewolf mask on I think he was trying to impress me by behaving like an aniaml. He was moaning and groaning as if someone was sucking his dick while he chewed into the burrito, all the inside ingrdients bursting out of the soft tortilla shell and running down his chin. He would look over at me wild-eyed with ground beef, lettuce and refired beans all over his face as he smiled and said with his mouth full something like, "Man, this is a really good burrito! If the burritos on the south side are even better than this one, like you say, I think I'm going to die of ecstasy!"

He was acting so insane over the burrito that I actually did begin to fear he might die or pass out and I wanted to have some fun with his feet and dick first, so I walked over beside him, put my arms around him and tried to calm him down, saying, "Rich, it's just a burrito. It's just a dumb burrito made by white folks. It's not even real Mexican food. Please settle down and give me the rest of your burrito because I want you to have plenty of energy left for when we get to the other side of the beach. I then caressed his ass, massaging both of his soft, firm buttcheeks as I nibbled on his ear and slowly grabbed the burrito from his hand. As I did so he began to scream. A big splotch of hot sauce and sour cream has splatted right on his crotch, right on the tip of the protruding bulge of his package. "Oh shit! These are my new swimming trunks!" Rich cried.