"Want Milk?"

Brian wasn't a ladies' man, he wasn't even a man. He was seen as a psychopath. Girls ran at the sight of him, and guys stepped back when he came by. They too knew he was nuts. If he wasn't stalking child like women, he was at home masturbating in the dairy products. The milk jug was his favorite. The way it would get a suction grip on his penis drove him wild. He many a times ejaculated into the milk jug. No problem, it blended in. He would just pop the top back on and put it back in the refrigerator. His family never caught onto his habit, but wondered why he didn't drink the milk.

His other little obsession was with grilled cheese sandwiches. When he ate them, he would feel as if he had an organism. In his logic he figured that if he was close to an organism eating them, then fucking them would defiantly get an organism. But how does one fuck a sandwich?

Brian being the resourceful freak he was, piled six sandwiches on top of each other, then sandwiched his dick in between the heap of sandwiches. He then jerked them back and forth until he melted the cheese. All the friction made the cheese drip on the floor. It was very messy, but extremely successful.

The milk jug came second to his "manwiches." The problem now was that the cheese was disappearing too quickly. Brian's mom stopped buying it because she didn't want her boy to get fat. She didn't know the truth of the matter— how twisted her son was. She always knew he had a problem communication with others, but not about the other problems he had.

For example, fucking dairy products. Was the cow not too far off in the future? The saying "Why buy the cow if you can get the milk for free" came to mind. But poor Brian would never experience "love" with a mammal; no matter what species.

On the day in which our friend Brian would reach his last climax, he wasn't aware of the gas leak in his stove. He used the burners to cook his grilled cheese sandwiches, but didn't completely turn the knob. The gas leak and the knob not turned all the way attributed to his death. And yes, since it was winter the windows were shut. All good conditions to kill a horny boy with a fetish for dairy products.

As his family slept, Brian jacked off in the dairy. He then made his famous "manwiches." But before he could climax, he felt lightheaded. He just ignored it thinking it was just a side effect of the act he was committing. Soon he felt like he was out of breath. He passed out and died.

He was still wearing the sandwiches when he died. It looked like a truck dumped grilled cheese sandwiches on top of him, then drove off. He had himself one hell of an orgy— with sandwiches that is. His family awoke the next morning to find Brian laying on the kitchen floor in a puddle of once melted cheese. The milk went bad and the cheese bonded to his skin.

When the police arrived, they told the family they were very lucky because if it wasn't for the air tight door they would have all died. One cop said "Your boy was sick. He wasn't going to get any better. We got word that he was stalking a young woman named Morya. Have you ever heard him mention her?" The family replied "yes. He called her every night, but she was never home. At least that's what was told to him." The cop responded "That would explain his odd habit. I guess not having female companionship drove him to dairy. What a sick, sick bastard he was."