I have to give him credit for having a big ginger eel. When he put his **** in my ass it made me wince like I'd just seen a copy of the Quran at an Eagles of Death Metal concert. But there was something so... pedestrian about his bumming. He'd come forward, and he'd bum pretty hard, we all knew that was going to happen. But there was no real spontaneous excitement, no "X Factor". I knew he wasn't going to suddenly take his **** out of my asshole and stick it in my mouth, or teabag me while hitting my balls with an egg whisk. It was all kind of just A to B.
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