Penis, Forgive Me. It’s Been Two Years Since My Last Blowjob.
A Trip to the Moon’s Confessional
Big Guy,
I can’t believe that we even got to this point in our shared existence.
You’ve been such an excellent partner and an even better friend.
Always up and ready to go at a moment’s notice.
You never complain or run and hide when the going gets tough.
I feel like I failed you somehow, but it’s not like I haven’t tried.
I always keep you cleaned and shiny from head to shaft. I even went out and bought us a particular razor so we wouldn’t have any more accidents as we did in the early 2000s.
I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up. That’s on me.
Remember during the lonely times during lockdown when you felt like no one liked you anymore or thought you were handsome? And when I posted those pictures of you online, what happened?
They all wanted to put you in their mouths, didn’t they? They did!
And you felt a little better about yourself didn’t you? You did!
I know I never took any of them up on it, and I cannot make any false excuses for that. That’s on me too.
You’re just too special to me to risk endangering your ability to continue operating at the most optimal level at all times. One mistake, and it’s all over.
Do you want me to have to explain how you ended up with a bump on your head?
Of course not. No one wants that.
I honestly don’t know why she won’t leave you in her mouth there for more than 2 minutes at a time. She used to beg for it. She used to talk about it. Remember those nights?
We would be driving home at 2 am, and all she’s worried about is you. Not me. Not her safety. Not the other drivers on the road. All about you.
She’s got you in her mouth while I’m trying to drive the speed limit.
I thought we were solid!
My Dude,
You know, I always put her in my mouth, every single time. Sometimes, I intentionally make her cum that way, so maybe she would return the favor. No dice. She always has you finish back in her. I know.
Hard to complain though, right?
One thing I think we both figured out after all these years;
When you’re starving, it’s easier to take what you can get when it’s offered than to complain about how it’s served.
Just know I ask. Just know that I ask. Here’s the deal though, I’m working on it. It may not be her, but you have to understand, I’m not paying a human for it. Not a chance.
Would you like me to get you a toy that simulates it for you as a Belated Christmas gift? I could move some stuff around to do that for you until I figure things out.
Hang in there, literally. And keep doing your job.
Trust me,
Moon Man
