Friday, May 15, 2009
Yesterday was the birthday of Ron's right testicle. His left testicle descended two days later, so we'll be celebrating tomorrow. Even though they're two days apart, I've always thought of them as twins. Wouldn't you? They hang together all the time--and I mean all the time--they look exactly alike, they function identically, and they're both extremely sensitive guys. I've always felt like an older brother to them, and I suppose it's been difficult living in my shadow (although Ron's knees live in my shadow, too). I've always gotten all the attention, thanks to my size and RJ's career ambitions. Sure, every now and then one of Ron's co-stars licks them and tickles them. But let's face it; they've been neglected (and I'm not even talking about the fact that they've never had a simple haircut). They never get to experience the joy of entering a pussy or an anus. Even the one purpose for which they were designed has been ignored. And yet they're asked, sometimes on a half-hourly basis, to manufacture seed as if Ron was trying to populate Dallas.
Still, don't feel too sorry for them. They have each other. Me, I have an endless series of casual relationships. No, not denying they feel good. But after all these years, I'd love to forge a more serious relationship. A cock needs companionship like anyone else. So I've been thinking of moving back home. I know that sounds crazy on many levels. Why on earth would I give up the life to which I've always aspired--living in southern California and enjoying a level of Hollywood success that most dicks only dream about from the confines of their ordinary routines? And you'd rightly ask how I can possibly separate from the twins. We've grown up together, worked together and made our name together. We go together.
Don't judge me too much. Being away from LA, it'll be a lot easier to provide for my particular needs. As Ron gets older, it's going to be much harder for me to get work. Even now, he's doing more reality stuff and mainstream films than porn. Plus, I don't think it's immodest to say that I've grown accustomed to a quality of life over the years; going back to struggling is not an option. Back in the hometown, I have no idea what I'll do; I only do one thing, and there just isn't the opportunity there that there is here. As the line goes, I'll think about it tomorrow. I've tried to convince the twins to come with me (our whole lives, they've always come with me), and I think at least one of them is considering it. The other one's not taking it well; in fact he's been pretty teste about it.
I didn't mean to alarm anyone. This may not happen for a year or so. In the meantime, I'll be here, plugging away. And if little by little my anxiety grows over the days to come, at least I'll be around the best balls a dick could ever hope to have.
Happy Birthday, guys!