It started out as a joke. My friends had joked about it - even egged each other on to try it. We all laughed at the concept.
Fuck a bowl of Cheerios?
The mere idea sent shivers down my spine. The initial roughness in texture. The cold milk shrinking my erect cock.
"What joy could there be in that?" I thought to myself.
After a few weeks nobody brought it up anymore. We'd moved on to new jokes and catchphrases as most groups do. They weren't as funny, but they definitely weren't as weird. We did the usual things and Friday was drinking day. By 2:00 AM all four of us were plastered. Jake let out a loud sigh after pounding another shot of SoCo and Kevin was loudly snoring on the couch. After twenty minutes or so it was just Steve and I alone left finishing off our remaining beers.
"Dude hold on," Steve smiled. "What's up man?" I said in my drunken stupor.
Steve sloshed his way over to his refrigerator and removed a gleaming white bowl from the fridge. I instantly knew what it was.
"What the fuck is that Steve?" I asked. "Fucking Cheerios, man! You should fuck them!" He seemed excited. "Dude it was just a joke. Don't tell me you..." I was cut off. "Naw dude, I didn't fuck no Cheerios. But I will bet you $50 you won't do it." I had my excuse. "Fine, fuck, I'll do it." I was becoming erect already. "How will I know you did it, huh?" I froze up. My erection started to die. "Is this some sort of elaborate ploy for you to see my dick, bro?" I shouted, nearly waking our sleeping companions. "Naw dude, I just don't wanna see any cheating. I got $50 on this shit." "Fine, I'll do it with my back to you and just stick my dick out through my fly." I was erect again.
We both went silent. I carefully walked to the corner of the room and looked down upon the soggy mash of Cheerios awaiting my erect -blam!-.
They were Honey Nut.