There were some strange moments and some special moments.
Once he grabbed me and pulled this thing over my head. I thought I would
suffocate. Another time he rubbed me all over with this unctuous smelling
stuff. I nearly choked this time. But other times were great, like when I got
to be there at the exact moment of conception. There were times when I
disappointed him and he blamed me. But of course it was his fault for being
drunk.
As we both grew older, he knew he was not the man he once
was. But he could not believe that I was not the penis I once was. He made me
the scapegoat for his failures. You wouldn’t believe all the things he did to
me to me to bring back those glory days. He’d make me watch those awful porn
videos where I was supposed to perform like the penis of a young stud. It was
embarrassing to say the least.
As the flood of hormones subsided to a trickle, he remained trapped in his own delusions. But
I could just hang around and think about what it meant to be a penis.
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