Once upon a time there was a seven-foot-tall tough talking Texan by the name of Romeo Blues. Romeo was 19 years old and incredibly handsome. You could easily recognize Romeo by the sight of his famous cowboy hat and boots. Every time he walked down the street the heads of all the women turned, their mouth's panted in lust and their pussies became wetter than an ocean. Most agreed that his firm buttocks was his best asset.
Unfortunately, for Romeo he was in a precarious financial situation. Job prospect's in his small town were few and far between and college never really interested him. Besides, he probably would have spent all his time slaying the puntang of the seniority girls anyway. Studying is next to impossible when you have a ten-inch pecker.
Romeo knew the only way to make decent money was to become a male prostitute. He looked for cougar's all over town, but he had no luck. Despite being a perfect 10, chicks were just not willing to pay for it.
Rent was due and Romeo knew he had to act quickly if he wanted to avoid getting evicted. He decided to become a gay male prostitute. Although Romeo was one hundred percent straight, he did not think taking it up the tailpipe was such a big deal, and the earning potential was enormous.
After talking around town Romeo was given a lead to a wealthy and mysterious client, Doctor Wolfula.
Doctor Wolfula was a Wolfulite (a mythical creature that is like a werewolf but remains in a humanoid wolf form all the time) who lived in a dilapidated old house known in the community as "The Wolfulair". Doc, as he is commonly known, quickly built a reputation as a hot tempered and possibly even evil Monster.
Rumor's quickly spread around town that Doc is incredibly rude to his house guest's and would even feed them to his woodchipper if they break any one of his many rules. His only discernable talent was that he knew everything about horror film's and low-quality TV shows such as "M*A*S*H*".
These stories did not scare Romeo, however. He had a black belt in karate. Besides he didn't believe the rumor's anyway.
On the day of the session Romeo drove to the address he was given.
The property was even creepier than he was told. The grass was dry and unkempt and the sky suddenly became dark and cloudy.
As Romeo made his way to the door of the Wolfulair a cool gust of wind made his spine tingle. Romeo walked onto the porch and knocked three times on the Doc's door. Thirty seconds after the last knock, Romeo began hearing footsteps before the door quickly opened.
The creature that opened the door was one of the foulest beast's that Romeo had ever seen. He was about five feet tall and was a little chubby. The creature wore a black hooded robe and a pair of sunglasses missing a Lens.
Romeo knew this had to be the one and only Doctor Wolfula.
Doc gave a sinister smile. "Hello, Romeo." said Doc while steepling his fingertips.
Wanting to sound confident Romeo stepped into the Wolfulair and began rubbing his hand on Doc's shoulder seductively.
"Enough with the small talk, let's fuck!" said Romeo.
Doc suddenly began scowling. He pointed his finger at Romeo and shouted "Hey, no foul language in the Wolfulair, I want this night to be special!"
Doc then removed his robe and laid down flat on the floor revealing his miniscule three-inch penis. Romeo could not even see it at first.
Doc looked up to him and yelled out "First I want you to piss in my mouth!"
