"My Tool"

See, my tool has a mind of his own. He hangs around all day just waiting for his time to cum. People always say, "Think with the right head," but I wake up every morning with a clear mind just fine, but his seems to always be cluttered. Let me repeat that, my tool has a mind of his own. Peaking out my boxers looking for his next victim, he only has one eye so he doesn't look for the things I look for in a female. I look for confidence, he looks for an entry; I look towards a future, he's looking towards the next three minutes, he's not concerned with longevity. I constantly give him a helping hand, you know, relieve him of his worries. He'll simmer down for a little while, but don't let him sense the presence of a female around. Maybe I'm overreacting. He's been good for the past week, so the other night, I decided to give him a little treat. I have to admit, though, to this day, he's yet to let me down. He goes to work on those walls like a young child with a crayon. That wet tunnel is his playground, carefree as he slides, I can feel his joy. He introduces himself to her clitoris. You have to understand, my tool has a funny sense of humor. She accepted him, embraced him at the very moment she tasted him, opened up and swallowed him whole. Nails digging in my back, her legs tight around my waist, pressure getting thick, my tool's about to explode. 1 stroke, 2 strokes, 3 strokes, 4 ... She's talking dirty, I'm sucking tits, my tool rubbing on her clit and he SPLASHES in that bag I put over his head. Her legs trembled, breathing deep, gently falling into sleep. My tool has a mind of his own, but this moment right here is the only time when we're both actually at peace.

~ Jack Ofal Trades