I’ve had enough of reading 50 shades of shit, and the cutesy emotional garbage that good looking healthy people post about sexual relationships. It isn’t real is it? Not only is it cliche, but its usually an effort to hide the fact that they would rather move on to the next person. Why? well, probably because they can. This however, is not one of these stories. This is erotic NON fiction. This is the filthy/hot story of what happens when an average looking dork doomed to a mundane, sexless existence, throws off any inhibitions and barges into history with nothing but a guitar, and his trusty cock, Frank.
I know the first question your asking. Why name your cock frank? Well, It came from the hot dogs known as ball park franks. I wanted to give him a title that prompted thoughts of food, therefore already suggesting that he belongs in your mouth. Which he does.
Frank is an excellent specimen, hes a thick 8 incher, and has a gentle upward curve like a samurai sword. I’m a short white guy, and girls are always pleasantly suprised when they drop my shorts and see frank in all his glory. Seeing a girl bite her lip and say “oh my god” before plunging Frank into her mouth still makes my blood boil to this day.