The ornament of a noble figure. Some people profess to find the male outfit ugly, but I am not of that way of thinking. Rex's looked like a Roman warrior in his helmet. Lovingly modelled, like the one on Michaelangelo's David, or on some splendid African sculptures, the p***s can be either magnificent or sinuously tender and appealing, according to its mood, but beautiful in either. Like any other human feature, it can be either handsome or plain.
"I can read your thoughts," I said.
"Impudent stripling," he said. "Excellent wretch." He moved close and embraced me. I put my arms round his neck. He put his hand down and fondled my parts, till my prick was as stiff as his own. Then he clamped them together, his and mine, face to face, with his hand round both. He murmured some endearments,
