Sometimes it’s hard to believe how perverted are the perverts that frequent the fucking horseshit prose of eunuch.org.  Well-written horseshit prose – the eloquent means apparently justifying the ends … of cock ends, whole cocks, balls, sanity, and so on.

          Now that I’ve got your attention, let me note that I still love ya.  Provided.   Provided that even if you no longer have anything of any length between your legs, or are similarly disassembled, that you will always love those lovely long male things still living gloriously at attention for your worshipping attention.

          So, to add to the perversion vision, let me tell you the story about rags-to-riches-to-bitches-to-fags.

          Born poor but genetically rich, he grew a beautiful item that often maintained erection well beyond the four hours where normals would require immediate medical attention.  (Early on in his hard-on marathon adventures, he did venture into the ER after hour four.  The male and female nurses just nursed it and sucked it and fucked it for another four, or five or six or seven or fourteen.)

          Butt to return.  Where had it gone?

          So the beautiful semen machine became his money machine.  Strangely, however, for the longest time he preferred women – especially a good tit fuck combined with a simultaneous deep-throat blowjob from the same babe.

          Then he met The Strippers.  Women up, men down in this TO club.  The Strippers could tell … that he had the equipment and the inclination for the men-down-on-men destination.  A few dozen Canadian beers later he was getting his first hard-cock lap dance, and for the first time he seemed to be looking at his own beautiful cock in the mirror – except that his was Caucasian and the one up close and personal was ivory-smooth ebony.

          He started stripping with the big boys on amateur night.  Then he turned pro.  He really, really turned, turned pro, pro.  As if we didn’t already know.

          Now, The Stripper babes have him on assignment for ass.  He looks great cross-dressed, except that he’d really like a real set of tits.  And, his big always-hard cock is always ripping even the largest of his Victoria’s Secret panties.  Time to trade.

          Within a few weeks, he’ll be healing up top and then bound up below.  With banded shaft and banded balls, he’ll tour TO glory holes for about two days.

          Usually, he will swallow, but many times he will drool the delicacy into gourmet-quality spice jars.  The semen collection will be the marinade.  The Strippers will serenade as the cock-ball combo is cooked and served.

          One of the guys wants to burn them off with an oxy-acetylene “blow” torch.  Everyone watching will be welded to the view, wearing dark glasses.

          Cocks last.  Safety first.