It started out as a joke. My friends had joked about it - even egged each other on to try it. We all laughed at the concept. 

-blam!- a bowl of cheerios? 

The mere idea sent shivers down my spine. The initial roughness in texture. The cold milk shrinking my erect -blam!-. 

"What joy could there be in that?" I thought to myself. 

After a few weeks nobody brought it up anymore. We'd moved on to different jokes and catch phrases as most groups do. They weren't as funny, but they definitely weren't as weird. We did the usual things and Friday was drinking day. By 2:00 am all four of us were plastered. Jake let out a long sigh after pounding another shot of SoCo and Kevin was loudly snoring on the couch. After a twenty minutes or so it was just Steve and I alone left finishing off our remaining beers. 

"Dude hold on," Steve smiled. "What's up man?" I said in my drunken stupor. 

Steve sloshed his way over to his refrigerator and removed a gleaming white bowl from the fridge. I instantly knew what it was. 

"What the -blam!- -blam!- is that Steve?" I asked "-blam!- Cheerios man. You should -blam!- them!" He seemed excited. "Dude it was just a joke. Don't tell me you..." I was cut off. "Naw dude I didn't -blam!- no cheerios. But I will bet you $50 you won't do it." I had my excuse. "Fine -blam!- I'll do it." I was becoming erect already. "How will I know you did it, huh?" I froze up. My erection started to die. "Is this some elaborate ploy for you to see my -blam!- dick, bro?" I shouted, nearly waking our sleeping companions. "Nah dude I just don't want any -blam!- cheating, man. I got $50 on this -blam!-." "Fine, I'll do it with my back to you and just stick my dick out through my fly." I was erect again. 

We both went silent. I carefully walked to the corner of the room and looked down upon the soggy mash of Cheerios awaiting my erect -blam!-. 

They were Honey Nut. 

Without waiting I plunged my eager tool deep into the bowl. The milk washed upon my swollen testicles as they dipped into the soft contents of the bowl. I thrusted gently and realized how the cheerios seemed to react to the shape of my member. 

The bowl was deeper than I expected. I heard cries of laughter coming from Steve but I kept going. I wave of white anticipation struck me as my -blam!- grew stiffer and my balls rumbled with an all to familiar feeling. 

I came. I came into that honey nut flavored bowl of beaten cheerios. My semen mixed flawlessly into the color of the bowl. My knees went weak. My breathing hastened. 

"I -blam!- love cheerios," I said with a smile. [spoiler]did I do it right?[/spoiler]