February 20, 2005
I miss the equipment I was born with, because I was hung like a horse. I hope I passed that gene along to my son. He can enjoy it now that I can't. But I AM NOT LYING when I say that many wimmen saw me for the first time and said, "Oh. My. God."
That prostate cancer shit ruined a good thing for me. I was totally limp for 19 months before I got my implant, and I really hoped that the bionic Roscoe would restore what I once possessed naturally. It didn't.
Oh, it works okay, and I've never had a woman complain, but it's just not what it once was. I DREAM about having my old dick back. Most wimmen I've been with since the implant are really fascinated by the plumbing I carry now. Yes, I have THREE BALLS --- four if you want to find the on-off device buried among all those tubes and hydrolics stuck in my nutsack.
I wear this stuff every day and it's uncomfortable. I'd rather have it than not, since I remember vividly those 19 months with a totally dead dick, but I would rather have the old equipment back. But you make choices in life and you live with them.
I'd sell my soul to the devil tonight to have the dick I once had again.
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