Never has there been such a legend

He was very surprised with the high amount of self-hatred and down-right
stupidity many of these gays had towards being male and bodily
functions. And worst of all were the long pre-sex ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cleaning rituals
many of them demanded of themselves and him. For the life of him, Marco
couldn't imagine why someone would want to wash away all of the magnificent
smells and flavors that make sex with men so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hot! These guys
reminded him of the jerks his mother brought home and pretended had some
merit or necessity in life. And Marco, being the kind of guy that he is,
would rather be alone than try to convince some guy to like the nasty dirty
♥♥♥♥ he did.

All of this was ironic considering, ever since childhood, he'd been told
that all ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ were as nasty as him. I'm sure you could imagine how
crestfallen he became once finding out the truth. Once again, he was an
outsider with kinks and perversions that yelled to the world that he was
queer.

Marco awoke early Saturday morning with his usual raging hard-on slapping
against his naked hair matted stomach. Once again he'd spermed himself in
his sleep after dreaming of laying pipe inside of some dude that was hot in
the ass to get ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥ and fed a gallon of salty piss. The light
through his window exposed his nighttime shame of, what looked to be at
least, 7 healthy shots of spooge trickling down his body. His throbbing
monster ♥♥♥♥ was, as always, gripped by the thick 2 inch silver ♥♥♥♥ ring
that he never takes off. Just the sight of the chunky shiny metal wrapped
around his ♥♥♥ kissed brown rock hard ♥♥♥♥ made him drip more pre ♥♥♥ into
the night's copious amount of actual ♥♥♥. Just like when he was a teenager
under his mother's roof, Marco was still spitting ♥♥♥♥ spit in the middle
of the night if he didn't get enough sex or jerk off. At that point in
time, it was yet another dry spell for the young man that was searching for
his kinky soul mate.

The sun was still yet to fully rise in the summer sky when his steel hard
♥♥♥♥ woke him, but who needs an alarm clock when your fat uncut 9 inch,
piss ♥♥♥♥ screams to be jacked to a creamy completion each morning at the
crack of dawn? With his big hazel eyes barely open, Marco was first struck
by the intense tang of manstink, piss and sweaty balls that's the signature
scent of his apartment. From wall to wall the fragrance of his unwashed
body coats every single inch of the space he made his own. Marco slid his
moist fingers across his sweaty form, as his chunky erection got thicker,
stronger and longer, setting off tingles of arousal and lust in his big and
little heads. Spread eagle and completely naked under his dirty sheets,
Marco's fat ♥♥♥♥ tented the soft foul white cotton as it rubbed against his
sensitive hooded member. Always feeling like this was the best way to greet
the day, Marco immediately wanted to purposely rub out a hot load of ball
milk into the sheets already soiled with at least a few weeks worth of nut
seed, man stink, farts and piss dribbles.

Absentmindedly, he twisted both of his ultra sensitive dimed sized nipples
whispering moans of ecstasy and pain as his ♥♥♥♥ jumped and drooled. Proud
of his handy work, skanky circles of man milk leaked everywhere his hot
♥♥♥♥ touched. Marco lowered the grubby cotton until it bunched just below
his sweaty nut sack. He cupped his full damp gonads and brought his slick
palm to his nose. The musky stench of balls was intoxicating. He could
smell the funk of his boys as well as the subtle hints of piss and ♥♥♥ that
lay trapped in each of his kinky pubic hairs. One of the best smells in the
world to the young Latino was a pair of reeking balls...his or another
guy's.