Dipper and Chex Mix

Dipper and Chex Mix

 

Dipper ran back to the Mystery Shack as fast as his little legs would take him while holding close a small shopping bag with a few things inside. He tore open the front door and ran through the gift shop of the tourist trap, passing by Wendy without a second thought. He pulled into his room, turned around and slammed his bedroom door shut. Gingerly, he turned the lock to the door as to make sure that he would not be disturbed. Jumping on his bed, he pulled the bag of Chex Mix out of the shopping bag and stared at it intensely. In his hands sat a Traditional Flavoured, 8.75 ounce bag of Chex Mix; the object of his desires, of his dreams. He ripped open the top and shoveled the little bits of cereal, pretzels, rye chips and mini bread-sticks into his mouth haphazardly. He chewed away as if the snack mix were the last food on earth.

 

"God I fucking love Chex Mix" Dipper screamed as he tore off his clothes and rammed his raging erection into the half-eaten Chex Mix, the crumbs and slightly rough snackage nudging his hard-on. The sensations of the snack mix always provided Dipper with an otherworldly feeling. A feeling that neither his hand nor (in his wildest dreams) Wendy could provide. His rapid pace quickly pushed him over the edge, as he launched glob after glob of spunk into the snack pack, mixing the bits and pieces of the mix with his own boy chowder.

 

Spent, he withdraws his softening member from the bag, and collapsed onto his bed; pausing for a few seconds before eyeing the snack mix bag once more. The taste of salty pretzels and cereal was now joined by the taste of salty semen as he resumed eating his mid-afternoon meal; the smell of Chex Mix and guy cream intertwining  to create a new, forbidden scent. He always enjoyed his "additions" to the Chex Mix recipe.

 

Since Dipper ran straight to his room, he was unaware that Mabel had guests. Her friends Grenda and Candy were visiting and their mirthful noises wafted up from the TV room. They were probably watching some girly chick flick. Looking at the door to his room and at the sticky mess of snack and spunk gave Dipper an idea; a delicious idea.

 

Thankfully Dipper managed to buy a handful of differently flavored bags of Chex Mix or else his plan wouldn't have worked. He put his clothes back on and crept down to the kitchen, grabbing a few bowls before going back to his room. He poured the bags of Chex mix into the collection of bowls and left a separate bowl in preparation for his secret ingredient. Despite being spent from his session just moments ago, Dipper easily boned up simply at the site of the different tastes and flavors of Chex Mix. He began to furiously masturbate using the Chex Mix as a source of inspiration, taking slightly longer to bring himself to a finish. For the second time in a day he shot his cream, aiming into the small bowl and filling more than he thought he would. He then proceeded to pour the juice over the different snack bowls, making sure each had an even coating. He shook each bowl for good measure. Admiring his handiwork, he loaded the bowls onto an old tray that lay hidden under his bed and proceeded to go from his bedroom to the TV room.

 

The girls sat around the small television, giggling while they watched their movie, but Dipper wasn't interested in what they were watching.

 

"Hey girls, I thought I'd bring you some movie snacks!" Dipper announced as he entered the room.

 

The girls all turned and thanked him as he placed a bowl down in between the three of them as they grabbed  a handful each.

 

"Wow Dipper," exclaimed Mabel "This Chex Mix is better than usual, which flavor is it?"

 

"Ah nothing special," said Dipper, "Just a little something something I added to the mix." A small grin crept across his face as he observed the girls hungrily eating his take on the classic Chex Mix.

 

"Whatevah it is Dippah, I really laike it!" said Candy as she grabbed another handful and pushed it into her mouth.

 

"Thank you brother, you're so considerate!" smiled Mabel as she too continued to munch on the mix.

 

"Ah Mabul, you haev a bit of sauhce on youah lip" said Candy as she took a finger and wiped off Dipper's special ingredient and put it in her mouth. The girls giggled.

 

"Did somebody say Chex Mix?" said Wendy as she strode into the TV room. "Man I love Chex Mix!"

 

"Oh I do too" Dipper said in a husky voice as he handed another bowl to Wendy.

 

"Hey Dippingsauce, did you add something to this? What is this Ranch? Mayo? Long Island?" Wendy wondered as she licked the sticky cream off her hand "Whatever it is, I like it. A lot"

 

"Nothing too special" Dipper said proudly "Just an addition I made."

 

"Good choice" said Wendy in between mouthfuls "It really adds a pop to the flavor"

 

Just then Grunkle Stan walked in. "Wendy get back on the till, there might be a custome- is that Chex Mix?" Grunkle Stan walked over and picked up the third bowl that Dipper had on the tray and consumed the snack. Stan pondered the first mouthful, pausing slightly as he slowly chewed it. "Huh. Kinda tastes like prison." He took another slow chew.

 

Dipper just smiled as as his uncle shrugged his shoulders and ate the snack with the same fervor as everyone else. Before long, a few snack bowls were piled on the table as everyone licked their fingers clean.

 

"Hey Dipper, nice choice on the dressing, whatever it is" said Wendy "I think I might've developed a taste for it"

 

"Yes Dippah" said Candy while she ran her tongue across the bottom of a stray bowl "I don't tink I cahn eat Chaex Mix any other way!".

 

Dipper felt a stir in his crotch as he observed the scene before him. "Well, let me know ahead of time if you guys want any more, and I can get more "dressing" no problem."

 

He wondered what other snacks he could make "adjustments" to.