Chapter 87 Vignette 79

I sat on the old creaking chair like a corpse. No family. No friends. No mate.

I've been here for centuries. Dust was all over the floor and beds, including my clothes. My garment stunk. Under it was my cock, hard as a rock, big as my chest, veiny as my hands.

I'd seen no human around for a really...

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