Of Carrots and Bacreasrease

Of Carrots and Bacon Grease
By SMITTY KALE


Zell Dincht was stark naked.
His lean frame was sprawled on his bed; cock in hand as he prepared to jerk himself off.
Yet Zell Dincht, king of hormones, was hesitating. He frowned. He needed more than this, more than this simple lie-on-your-bed-and-jerk-away-with-spit-slathered-on approach. He pulled his feet in the air, his waterbed making sloshing noises beneath him. With one quick movement he had catapulted himself into a back flip and landed with on the tile floor. He thought for a moment. He needed some sort of lube, something other than the standard saliva.
Hopping over to his kitchenette, the one all SeeD apartments had, Zell scooped a wad of grease from the pan he had used to fry bacon in earlier. Thinking a moment longer he headed to fridge and opened it with his non-grease filled hand. Rummaging around for a moment, he pulled out a giant carrot.
These would do quite nicely.
In a moment Zell was on his knees, his face buried in his bed and his ass in the air. The carrot, lubed with bacon grease, stuck out of Zell's ass hole, it's bright orange color standing out like a flag. Zell pushed gingerly at it.
"Dammit, get in there!" he growled, wondering if he ought to just shove it in all the way and bear the unbearable pain.
"I can help with that," a voice said. Zell choked and glanced between his legs as his ass muscles involuntarily squeezed together with surprise and the carrot shot out, into the air and landed at the feet of Seifer Almasy.
"Fuck you, Almasy, ever head of privacy?"
Seifer only smiled and bent down regally to pick up the greasy carrot from the floor.
"Get out of my room," Zell hissed, starting to drop out of his rather embarrassing position. Gloved hands suddenly gripped his hips.
"Let go'a me!" Zell roared, thrashing around angrily. He was still folded in half with his ass in the air and it was rather disconcerting to be held in such a position. "This-This's rape!"
Seifer didn't respond, and Zell suddenly felt a cold finger being placed on his ass hole.
"You'll-You'll go to jail!" Zell was starting to panic. For more than one reason. Seifer was one of the most handsome men Zell knew and Zell had jerked off while thinking of Seifer more than once. Zell was thoroughly afraid that he was going to be raped. But he was equally afraid that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from enjoying it.
"You like it, Chickie?" Seifer's cool, deep voice asked calmly as his finger broke through the tight ring of skin.
"Ah-Aih-" Zell's voice cracked as he tried to speak.
"Does it feel good?" Seifer wondered as Zell felt Seifer's finger jam in further. Another finger was added.
"Se-if-Ai!" Zell's cock was leaking precum as if there was no tomorrow. Seifer's question of Zell's enjoyment was more than answered. Suddenly the fingers were gone, and Zell gasped.
"Ahhi!"
Zell was frozen in position as he heard Seifer put the glove back on his right hand.
"You little whore," Seifer said; the disgust in his voice was tinged with satisfaction.
Zell felt himself whimper as he tried to no avail to snap back with a sarcastic response to Seifer's remark.
And then it happened.
In one swift movement, as he turned to leave the room, Seifer plunged every inch of the seven inch carrot into Zell's ass. Zell cried out as he involuntarily ejaculated all over himself and just as Seifer was closing the door behind himself Zell felt himself moan one last time before collapsing into a heap onto his bed.