Cookie Monster wore a hood with a hat over the top along with his trench coat. It was sweltering outside and he actually stood out like a sore thumb, but he had to get his fix. Ever since the mayor cracked down on cookie consumption in the city, he had to find a way around his habit. He discovered a loop hole and he planned to fully exploit it.
The syrup containers were a once a month thing, a day when any and all sugary foods could be sold in bulk. Companies took the most advantage, but plenty of girls and women looking for chocolate fixes loaded up too. Cookie Monster now used his savings to join this herd, coming in early to make sure every last bottle went to him.
Cookie dough flavored chocolate syrup. It was overly chocolatey but Cookie Monster found a way around it, a way he could never explain. This is why he wore a disguise, even in the middle of summer, to get his product. No one could ever know what he was going to do with it.
"Thirty-one bottles. $250.41," the bored clerk said. She'd seen this more than she cared to admit, old men wearing disguises to get their whipped cream and pedos piling candy on the belt with wide, darting eyes. They thought they were so damn smart, but only other patrons didn't notice. And the clerks kept quiet because they needed something for their memoires later in life.
The bottles were double-bagged in the thick paper, and Cookie Monster carried the heavy load back to his studio apartment. It was all he could afford in this economy, and to keep the roaches from carrying off his stash, he kept the remaining bottles in his locked refrigerator.
He'd only need one for tonight.
After taking a cold shower, the only kind allowed in this building (even in winter), Cookie Monster dried off and took his one bottle back into the damp tub. What he wanted to do with it was too dirty to do on the mattress, namely because he would eat it afterward. He needed to keep his bed to keep his budget intact. One bottle a day ate up most of his budget so he had to stay sharp.
He grew hard in anticipation for what was about to come. Just feeling the cool bottle in his hand and seeing the familiar logo was plenty to get the blood flowing in his loins.
With a wide smile on his lips he dumped the whole bottle over his cock, spreading it everywhere.
Not a drop would be wasted.
Cookie Monster bent himself in half to get to his loins, licking and swallowing every drop of the cookie-flavored syrup his tongue could find. The pleasure caused his cock to twitch in his mouth as his blood pumped faster and faster.
As the syrup lessened, he became more and more frantic, his cock growing harder and writhing in anticipation. His tongue twirled and his mouth sucked, and soon the flavor combination he wanted arrived. Cookie Monster came in a sweet monsoon of salty and sweet, causing him to moan loudly as he finished cleaning every last drop.
When he was done he lay back and listened to the sounds of the building. It was always quiet after one of his sessions, just how he preferred it. He had no idea his neighbors could hear everything, and they fled whenever they could while he got himself off. He didn't care about their preferences for a family-friendly environment. He just wanted his motherfucking cookie fix.