This chapter is...disturbing. The pairing is Clyde/Taco. Prepare for some hot taco lovin's~

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Most people have a favourite food. Some particular dish they would choose above all others, maybe even live off of exclusively for a week or two. Clyde Donovan was no different. Clyde's favourite food in the whole wide world was beef tacos, or more specifically, the ones his mother made for dinner every Friday. The only difference was that Clyde's love of tacos had long ago turned from a mere preference to an obsession.

It all started in 3rd grade. Clyde's mother was tired of her husband and son complaining about her spinach casserole and found a recipe for beef tacos online. They were a huge success when she served them for dinner that night. Clyde in particular loved the new food. He ate three of them in about an hour, and asked for more. At the time Mrs. Donovan was glad to see her young son appreciated her cooking so much, but soon Clyde's love for tacos grew into something..more.

The now teen-aged boy would often take a taco away with him from the dinner table. His mother scolded him at first for bringing messy food up to his room, but after the fighting led her nowhere she eventually gave up. Clyde would often spend what seemed like hours after dinner in his room. He would lock the door and not even respond when his friends called. Clyde had a secret, Mrs. Donovan was sure of it.

On this particular Friday night, Clyde was home from his friend Craig's house at exactly 6:30 for dinner. When he walked in the door, he greeted his mother and father jovially and took his seat at the large oak table. Clyde put his napkin in his lap and turned his plate so that the crown of the floral design was pointed at his stomach. The ritual had begun.

"How was your day, sweetie?", Mrs. Donovan asked her son. She knew he didn't like talking at the table on Friday nights, but he had been spending an awful lot of time out of the house lately.

"Pretty good", Clyde answered, fidgeting in his seat and smoothing the napkin on his lap, "Craig got a new paintball gun."

His mother rolled her eyes and passed Clyde a bowl of salad, not that he normally ate salad. Especially on a Friday. "You kids are going to hurt yourselves with those things", she warned.

Clyde simply gave himself a bit of salad with the tongs and poked at it. Mrs. Donovan smiled at her son in exasperation. It seemed she was loosing influence on her little boy. He still played paintball with Craig, and he still ate far too many tacos.

She got up from the table to prepare them, Clyde's father came through the door just after, back from his job at the shoe store. He was a large, bearded man, with a bald spot in the centre of his head. He smiled broadly at his wife and son. "Good evening, Sweetheart."

Mrs. Donovan gave her husband a kiss and he sat down, turning to his son. Clyde was a good boy. Really he was. He just had some...odd habits. Taco night was one of the strangest. If only he knew.

"Excited for taco night, eh Clyde?"

The boy gave his father a slightly forced smile. He liked it quiet at the dinner table. Silence was what enjoying a taco required.

Mrs. Donovan returned to the table with a plate of beef tacos. She served her son first- giving him the biggest one. That was usually the taco he kept for later. The family ate in silence for a while before Mr. Donovan spoke. "Son, don't you think you're eating a little fast?"

Clyde was only on his second taco. He didn't see what all the fuss was about. "Naw", he said through a mouthful of beef and cheese. He couldn't help himself. The mere thought of what he was about to do was so exciting. So taboo. He wanted it as soon as possible.

Quietly. Almost stealthily, Clyde grabbed the last taco and held it under the table. His hands were starting to shake. He could feel the hard tortilla rub softly against his thigh. Almost time.

"May I be excused?"

Mrs. Donovan looked up from her salad and nodded. She sighed as her son rushed upstairs to his room. He always finished dinner so quickly on taco night. Her husband smiled at her. "Don't worry, honey, I'm sure Clyde is fine."

At the moment, he was feeling better than fine. Clyde could feel his heart race shut the door to his room and sat down on his red bean-bag chair, clutching his beefy prize in his hand. It was so warm...so ready. So..arousing.

Clyde took a deep breath and set the taco on his lap. He unzipped his fly slowly, head racing with the forbidden act he was about to preform. There was just something about tacos. The shape of the shell, the delicious smell, the warmth and tanginess of the inside. He pulled himself out slowly, running a shaking finger down the pulsing vein on the underside of his penis.

He picked up the taco and guided it carefully onto his erection. Clyde bit his lip. It had been too long, he thought as moved his hips slowly up and down. He tried jacking off in other ways, to other things. He even had an object of affection, but this feeling was different. The smell of warm skin and salty taco shell...it just wasn't the comparable to how he felt about Craig..nothing got Clyde hard like tacos.

No matter what he tried to stimulate himself, it seemed the only key to his libido was this. The taco he was making controlled thrusts into, stopping to rub the bumpy sides of the shell against his penis every so often. Clyde moaned. He grabbed at the beanbag chair and arched his back. He had to be careful. If he didn't control himself, he could cum at any minute.

Clyde's pants were staining with taco sauce and sour cream. He held the taco with both hands to still the shaking running through his body. The stimulation was driving him crazy, but it had to last, the longer he waited, the better his orgasm was. He reached down to massage his balls with one hand, the other pressing his penis deeper into the warm confines of the taco.

A deep moan escaped his lips. He couldn't hold on any longer. Clyde started to thrust in faster as he felt the the warm, juicy beef and sauce slicking up his hardened skin. He held the taco still as he released into it, flooding the meaty centre with cum.

Clyde brought the dripping taco up to his mouth and slowly, shakily, yet almost sensually, took a bite, the salty smooth new taste making him moan under his breath. He loved this taste. Feeling himself mixed with the delicious flavour of his favourite food was intoxicating. He continued to take bites, letting the taste flood his mouth, licking his lips to get every drop.

Nothing made Clyde Donovan as excited as a warm, juicy taco. Not girls, not Craig, not even porn. As he sat there, licking the last bits of cum-filled taco from his fingers, he heard his parents laughing at the television downstairs. If they only knew what taco night meant to him.

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