I sat in the car feeling hungrier than I'd ever been before, having had to leave Taco Bell before placing my order. I held my digital camera in my hands that were covered in my furry wolf man gloves, and looked over at Chimp who was driving to say, "So where next?" Chimp thought about it a minute and since I was really hungry he suggested La Bamba's, a small burrito joint whose slogan was "Burritos as Big as Your Head!" It was also near the campus of the local university so I figured I might get to sniff some hot college babes' hairy pussies or perhaps even get a chance to fuck one. Regardless of what happened, I could always depend on La Bamba's to serve me up some of the biggest burritos in the business, and boy, was I starving!
The only thing I didn't like about La Bamba's-- and I had just thought of it as Chimp pulled up to the curb in front of the place-- was that one of the Mexican workers there, Antonio, liked to play practical jokes on me every time I went in there to eat. There was one time when I asked for sour cream on my burrito, because they had forgotten it, and Antonio smiled, took the the burrito and went in the back to what he called the "Cream Vault" that turned out to be his personal jack-off shack, because I saw the semen dripping out of the burrito when he handed it back to me, knowing he had squirted jizz in it, trying to play it off as "sour cream". He and his Mexican friends all started laughing, thinking I didn't notice but after eight years mopping up semen in a porn-store I knew cum when I saw it and this white stuff was NOT fucking sour cream!
Luckily, I didn't see Antonio working when Chimp and I walked in last night with my werewolf mask on. His brother, Rodrico, said Antonio had the day off so I felt comfortable ordering a couple La Bamba large burritos without thinking I'd be eating semen along with it. I trusted Rodrico, had been coming into La Bamba for years, ever since I first attended the college back in 1995, and Rodrico always did my order up right, often giving me free side orders of nachos. "Coming right up, senor werewolf," Rodrico said, then Chimp and I went to shoot some photos in front of the cool, Mexican murals that were on the walls.
I posed in front of a mural that portrayed the local college basketball team playing on the court with big, delicious burritos for heads. I struck pose after pose as Rodrico made my fresh, huge burritos for me to eat while Chimp shot away with the camera. It wasn't long before Rodrico came out with my plate of two huge burritos that I thanked him for and sat down to devour, so hungry I was from taking all those pictures. The first burrito was delicious, full of tasty seasoned beef, soft, warm savory refried beans; fresh lettuce, tomatoes and sour cream that I knew hadn't squirted out of some Mexican dude's cock.
"Damn, Chimp, this stuff is delicious, sure you don't want some?" I said to my friend who sat across the table from me.
"Nah, that's okay," Chimp said as he sipped on a soda, "I'm saving the rest of my appetite for when we go to Fajita's later on."
"Suit yourself," I said, shrugging as I inhaled the final bite of the first burrito and then started on the second. I took nearly a third of the gigantic burrito into my ravenous mouth, then nearly gagged as I spit the entire, messy mouthful across the table and accidently splattered Chimp in the face with it. I sputtered and spat, nearly choking as all these small, thin curly black HAIRS hung from my lips, topped my tongue and a few slowly began to crawl down my throat.
"Rodrico! What the fuck?" I yelled turning my head toward the sales counter where, to my surprise I saw none other than ANTONIO, the practical jokester, standing there behind the counter and laughing at me. Rodrico was laughing and so were the other two Mexican guys that were working the store. They were all bending over in gut-wrenching hilarity, speaking insults about me in Spanish, the only parts of which I understood being "Hombre lobos el stupido". I sat there steaming, trying to get the hairs out of my mouth with my finger as I said, "Rodrico, I thought you said Antonio was sick today?"
"You should know better than to trust ANY of us!" Rodrico said as all four Mexicans then stepped in front of the counter, holding one anothers hands and smiling smugly. Antonio held a disposable razor in his hand which was caked in hairs and shaving cream while all four stood there shaking their hips to let their bare, naked brown cocks flop around while I noticed none of them had any pants on. . . . or hair surrounding their cocks. It was obvious that Antonio had shaved all of their pubic hairs in the back and put them in my second burrito while Chimp was shooting pictures of me.
I began to spit up on the table, hating all four of these bastards but loving their burritos so much that I knew I'd keep coming back for more of their abuse. "Oh, and the white stuff in your second burrito, senor werewolf?" Antonio said. "It's not sour cream . . . it's SHAVING cream. Hope you enjoyed our dick hairs, senor taco hombe lobos!"
