Tommy Innit’s eyes caught sight of a turkey laid out on his kitchen counter.

It waited to be prepared and cooked for thanksgiving.

It was an odd thought, but his eyes were immediately drawn to the hole in the meat.

He’d seen videos of people fucking food before.

Well, he’d never clicked on any of the videos and actually watched them.

But he’d seen plenty of thumbnails, mainly people fucking into sweets and fruits or vegetables.

He had come across a few cocks buried inside of raw chickens and various other types of meat, though.

Clearly, some people liked it.

And it was just meat, after all.

How different could it be from fucking George?

He supposed the temperature and feeling would be a bit different, but it was the same premises in his head and he could justify what he was about to do.

His fingers were hesitant at first as he touched the turkey, surprised by how warm it actually was.

It wasn’t the temperature of normal skin, just lukewarm at best.

But it took some of his nervousness away, it wouldn’t be too unlike his hand.

He supposed it had been sitting out for a while now and he was grateful for that.

Slipping his fingers down to the hole, he stroked over it gently and tested how tight it was.

Nudging them inside, he groaned at the resistance he was met with.

It was open enough for his fingers, but he knew his cock would be a different story.

It’d probably be so tight around him.

Was he really about to do this?

Before he could rethink his decisions, he opened the oil and dipped his fingers inside of it.

He shivered as he slicked up the hole there and stared at it blankly.

Of course, he knew what he was supposed to do, but he still wasn’t sure if he could bring himself to do it.

But his cock throbbed between his thighs and he was reminded of how desperate he was to get off.

He could worry about feeling guilty once he had orgasmed and his mind was a bit clearer.

Pouring more oil into his hand, he stroked himself to slick up every inch as much as he could.

“Oh… I needed this,” He breathed out and maybe it was to justify it to himself.

But it didn’t make it any less true, his cock was painfully hard and he thought he might die if he didn’t get relief soon.

And really, what could it hurt to use food to get off?

He wasn’t hurting anything.

Admittedly, he was a bit nervous as he lined the head of his cock up at the small hole and nudged it inside.

“Oh, God. That feels…Fuck,”

He didn’t know if he was just talking to himself or not, but the words tumbled out before he could catch them.

He didn’t even know how to describe the way he felt.

He had to bend his knees a bit to be at a comfortable height to slide his cock further inside.

Once he did, the feeling was nearly overpowering with how good it was.

His length was completely surrounded by the odd feeling and it was so new that it nearly made his knees buckle.

It felt like masturbating for the first time all over again and it took everything in him not to finish right there.

Hands moved to wrap around each side of the turkey to gain some more leverage, forcing himself harder inside.

Like this, he was able to be rougher than he usually could with his hand or pillow.

The noises filling the room were obscene, to say the least.

He was very aware of the wet sounds of his cock sliding into the tight hole in front of him and the slapping of his balls against the turkey.

He’d always liked porn that had audio and this was downright pornographic.

He liked being able to get off like this, just focused on his own pleasure and completely lost in his own little world.

Nothing else mattered except getting himself off and he was quickly approaching his orgasm.

His fingers dug into the turkey as he closed his eyes.

It was easy to let himself forget exactly what he was doing and the fact that he was doing it to a turkey.

He couldn’t bring himself to care as all the most sensitive places on his cock were stimulated just right.

Moaning out quietly, he felt his thrusts becoming uneven and losing his usual pace.

A tell-tale sign of his impending orgasm.

Even with all the signs, hitting his climax took him off guard.

He whined when he finished halfway out of the turkey.

Quickly, he pressed himself all the way inside to empty himself as deeply as he could.

He’d always liked the idea of breeding something and now, he was actually buried inside of something and it was easier to pretend that way.

Besides, he didn’t really want to have to worry about cleaning up the kitchen counter after he got off.

He usually didn’t have any energy and he knew today would be even worse from how much he exerted himself just to finish.

Tommy panted and stayed hunched over the counter for what seemed like hours, though was just a matter of minutes.

When he finally pulled himself out, he made a face of disgust as he looked down at his cock.

He couldn’t believe he had actually just done that.

His entire body felt gross and he wondered if it had been worth it.

But he was far too tired to focus on all that right then.

Shaking his head, he picked up the turkey and tried to avoid spilling anything out of it.

Wandering back to his room, he decided he could think of an excuse for the missing turkey once he’d finished streaming for the day.

He wasn’t American but he knew that this was the true spirit of thanksgiving.