It's hard to look at her. She's so cute. She's the sort of girl that you want to impress. Now, unfortunately, that's impossible. We both know what I'm really here for, and no matter how much she smiles at me, I know that she thinks I'm pathetic.
Even though I feel this shame running through me, I feel compelled to come here. I'm a man, and I have manly urges. The desire to be able to respect myself comes a distant second to the desire to scratch this hideous itch.
She leans forward, softly requesting a few dollar bills. I sheepishly comply. I am totally entranced, not just by her beauty and her air of innocence, but by the implicit suggestion that what I'm doing isn't repulsive. We both know the truth, but we pretend. It makes things easier.
She hands me my change, along with a bag full of cheeseburgers. Holy fuck they smell good. Pulling away, I automatically grab one and jam it down my pants. Ketchup sprays out all over my balls, and my diminutive cock twitches in ecstasy. After fucking the all-beef patty for fifteen seconds, I shoot semen all over my own face. Only then do I gather the pube-laden burger out of my boxers and begin the feast.
I'll be back tomorrow. God help me, I know I will.