it was anti-climactic like all soft cock stories
I was staring down the stars
in my mother’s driveway
with your mouth on my listless cock
and my mind was on baseball
and who’d be batting cleanup
You were determined
but so was I
to fly away to Orion’s belt
and live on sexless stars
but you wanted something resembling concrete
and you’d be damned if you couldn’t conjure
my frankenstein-fuck
Despite myself my dick got half hard
and you mounted me
and I swam through memories
from back when this
moaning imperative
meant something
But then Zach Grienke’s ERA rescued me
while you tried to resuscitate my erection
and I allowed my self
to say Samantha
over and over again
wishing she was on Youtube
so I could see her in motion
And you surrendered back to the drivers seat
and I got out of the car
went inside under my sheets
and replayed the fraying memory of being in love
as my cock tried to crawl back into my body
to never be seen again
Horror Sleaze Trash 