A Hunking Slab of Gay ♥♥♥♥♥

A couple months ago, I was jackin' it so hard my ♥♥♥♥ conjured up a incubus from beyond the vale. He was alright, for a spectre that preyed on my my penises never-ending ♥♥♥♥-Hunger. The first couple days he just crashed on my couch and made unearthly perversions of life. He still hasn't paid me back for the cost of all that meat, even after the events ahead. Eventually, he got sick of that lifestyle and started doing chores for me, you know, go down to the grocer, get the dry cleaning-- basic stuff. I thought that he had changed his ways, trying to pay me back for all that unpaid rent, I should have known, however, that a gay man is as tricky as a jew, and just as mischievous. Through chance, I came upon the fact he wore my skin whenever he went out! At first I was irritated, no consent, no reparations for wearing my hunk and swinging 'round MY junk, though I did like the idea my bod was in vogue. But that was the problem... My penis, my body struggles everyday against the manacles my mind has created to chain my penis' endless man-lust. I tried... But I couldn't stop the thoughts transmitted to my brain from my penis-- It's just undeniable, I'm too beautiful for my own good, and maybe it wouldn't be gay if I just had sex with myself...? Masturbation maybe? Either way, I'm at an impasse. It's either he packs his bags and leaves to go back to the Nine Hells, or this may be a repeat of last years 'Bathhouse Incident.' Every day I wait, the closer it comes to me ravaging myself. Please, any help would be great, my number is 1800 333 3333. Thank you, and I hope you find respite from your own gay penis, we're in this together. Bros before bros.