[SS-840] Cult Food

 

[CULT FOOD]

“I wonder what’s up with him,” you tell yourself while you stare upwards at the bedroom door at the second floor as you are eating your breakfast.

Your housemate has not gone out of his room or the house in the last week. You have not seen him eat— at least during the correct meal times.

So, you decide to put some toasts that he made on a plate and walk to your mate’s room. You knock on the door. “It’s me.”

“Come in,” a voice from the inside responds.

You open the doors and gasp. He is only wearing black boxer briefs and is fixing what seems to be a telescope.

“What is that?!”

“It’s a telescope,” he answers as he embraces the apparatus, “it’s important for me to watch the night sky everyday.”

You show him the plate, “I brought you breakfast. I haven’t seen you come out of here. Are you still working?”

“Oh I resigned from my job after I’ve been enlightened,” he replies smiling.

“Enlightened? What do you mean?” you ask him.

He looks at you dreamy, “this world is close to ending. I have seen the light. I have found the brotherhood and they have brought me to my real purpose. I have to see the signs in the night sky— it will tell me about what I need to do about my destiniy.”

You do not answer immediately. You are weirded out that your roommate— a budding scientist— is demonstrating cult-like behavior.

“Sooo... Astrology?” you inquire.

He laughs, “no silly, un-enlightened one. If you join our group, you will learn how to read your destiny and purpose through the stars.”

“Okay... but no thanks,” you decide not to engage anymore, “so, do you want toast?”

“I only eat what the stars tell me...” he replies.

“Okay... Don’t forget to pay rent,” you remind him.

“Yes. The brotherhood has given me money enough for a year’s sustenance in this ill-organized world,” he mutters sarcastically.

You go out and close the door behind you. “How weird.”

Two days after, while you are watching a TV series in your room after work, your housemate texts you, “hey can you come here? I need your help.”

You are torn whether to heed him or not. For one, he may be doing sorcery in his room. But he may be in actual need.

So, you enter his room. You find him in his white briefs, at the side of his bed. He is curled up and looking dazed.

“Uhm. Okay. I’m here. I got your text. What’s up? You better not try to indoctrinate me.” 

He straightens his sitting and looks at you naughtily, “I’m hungry. And according to the stars, I need to eat you.”

“WHAT?! I— HEY!”

He aggressively crawls to you, pulls down your shorts and starts sucking your cock.

“Ohhhh shit. Ohhh god...” you squirm. You do not have so much sex in your life as you are not the attractive type. You also do not like courting girls. So, you have no experience in getting a blowjob.

But your male housemate going to town on your dick is the best thing you have ever felt.

It does not take long for you to cum. You deposit your semen into his mouth and he hungrily swallows.

After parting from your cock, he smiles and says, “thank you. I am satiated now. The stars says that male cum will make me spiritually happy if I drink thrice a week. Will you be down to give me semen thrice a week?”

Remembering how good his sucking felt you answer, “sure.” 

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