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Dear Mr. My Cock
Look I know we didn't get of to the best start. There was
that time from age 9 to 16 where I tried to stick you in anything that I
thought you might fit. From empty toilet paper rolls to bubble wrap lubed up
with petroleum jelly. In the dark times before Fleshlights (and actual pussy).
We don't speak of these times often. The times of jerking it to Sports
Illustrated Swimsuit models and Penthouse Letters. Times were tough. Reading
and jerking is the hardest thing someone can do. So I'm sorry if I abused you
on the big words and I'm sorry you were raw for about 7 continuous years.
(((Ominous voice))) The Darrrrrk Timessss.
So I get it when you got your revenge by getting hard while
I was watching Brady Bunch one Saturday morning. Or in gym class because why the
hell not. I'm not using my hands to shoot the b-ball or play D. No, I'm using
them to cover you up. But in your defense you got hard at a stiff wind or the
thought of a stiff wind or even wind. Period. So confusing.
Look I tried to get you in pussy as quickly as possible. Its
not like I didn't try. But for years afterward you were calm. A steady supply
of pussy and less jerking. We had a good working relationship. We got through
(and into) some stuff. You were always there for/on me.
There was that time you stayed hard through three girls in
one night. You have let me bang a girl until you were bleeding. You stopped
being so impatient and let me go for hours. You let me stick you in some dark
places. Some dark brown places. And you took it like a champ. Sometimes these
days you even get hard when I want you to get hard.
But look. We need to talk.
When I'm done with them you've got to stop taking the
credit.
I appreciate that you are above average. But really you are
just big enough to hit cervixes (cervices?) and are super hard to hide. You
have a nice girth but you are not very photogenic. So I get some of the love
for you.
But seriously. I'm the one back here doing the pumping. I'm
the one sweating my ass off. I'm the one rubbing and kissing and talking and
spanking and choking.
And all they say at the end is: "Love that dick!"
You little motherfucker (literally some days!).
Best Regards,
Signed:
That useless chunk of meat you literally hang from.
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