Jack will never fuck another human being.

he had a huge dick.  he had been told this since he started fucking at the age of fifteen.  “YOU HAVE A HUGE COCK!!!”.  this is a fact.  not fiction.  so he did what he only knew how…with his big dick…he fucked.  he fucked.  and then he fucked more.  always satisfaction guaranteed.  unless he was drunk…and sloppy.  then he or she had to wait until the morning.  then it would be one massive fuckfest.  women wanted seconds but Jack Tait only wanted firsts.  once his load was blown he decided that coffee and the sports page was more important.  he hurt girls.  he pleased girls.  he excited girls.  he disgusted girls.  there was no in-between for poor Jack Tait.  he lived in the moment and didn’t apologize to no one for living in that moment.  if the girls were foolish enough to believe that they would change big dicked Jack then they deserved their fate.  he wasn’t malicious in anything he did…unless he was drunk.  he only wanted to do what he knew best.  to fuck and to fuck hard.  there was no lovemaking.  no foreplay.  no wining and dining.  it was pure animalistic passionate fucking.  Jack didn’t have time for the bullshit stories of romance.  he didn’t have time for useless sayings like, “it doesn’t matter how big a man is it’s what he does with it.”  all bullshit.  bullshit used by girls who have men with small dicks.  small dicks mean lousy sex.  sometimes two fingers are bigger than one man’s dick.  how possibly exciting can that be?
  Jack wandered through life.  wandered from bedrooms to bedrooms to cars to tents to office bathrooms to “Johnny on the spots”.  he wandered and fucked.  he never wore condoms.  he never got aids.  he never got herpes or syphillus.  Jack fucked and Jack fucked hard.  he also drank.  he drank and he drank hard.
  then Jack turned fifty.  he began to shrivel up.  his face became more shrivelled.  his body became more shrivelled.  his dick became more shrivelled.  shrivelled skin everywhere.  he thought about getting facelifts and dick lifts and ass tucks and hair transplants but he was not phony.  he still wanted to fuck but it didn’t work the way it used to work.  Jack never took medications so he refused to use Viagra.  the only medications Jack ever took were narcotics intended to give Jack an escape from his boring world.  his boring life.  I think Jack was a sex addict but what is a sex addict?  Jack felt that he was helping girls with his constant fucking.  he was helping their self esteem.  he felt that they wanted to fuck just as much as him so he fucked them.   he didn’t lie.  Jack was not a liar.  he was many other things but a liar was not one of them.  was Jack an animal?  is that what men are?  is that what men are supposed to be?  what happened to men?  why are men more like women now?  women are women and it works for them but it doesn’t work when men become women.  that is right from the bible.  fights.  killings.  sacrifice.  torture.  hunting.  conquering.  barbaric behaviours.  ALL FROM THE BIBLE AND ALL PERFORMED BY MEN.  what has happened?
  Jack now sits by the river naked and saggy.  lonely and quiet.  he only has one friend and that is the squirrel which lies beside Jack.  dead.  Jack was once powerful.  a fucking machine.  women always wanted more from Jack but Jack was unable to give them more.  Jack was an animal.  He seeked out and conquered.  he blew his load and fell asleep.  now sad and alone.  shrivelled up and quiet he seeks answers but no one has any.
  Jack will die in the next five years.  life once filled with hope and girls and fucking and sucking.  now he sits beside a dead squirrel.  naked.
  Jack will never fuck another human being.