F*g-In-The-Box

There once was a man who lived inside of a box, 

he cut holes all around to make room for the c***s,

for if he did ever have any luck,

a dick is what he'd like to suck.

A lovely schlong surprise simply filled him with joy,

ever since he was little he was a gay little boy.

Unlike many others his own sexuality never did confuse,

ever since he could remember any c**k was a muse.

He would take them one at a time or even in twos,

no matter the shape or size he just couldn't refuse.

Any willingness to blow he never did lack,

if he was fellating your c**k you wouldn't catch him slack.

There is no end to the amount of fudge he would pack,

he's kind and considerate, he doesn't neglect the sack.

He couldn't bare a penis-less world, the concept made him sick.

He'd suffer withdrawl if he had nothing to lick.

Dirty horny men are the only way he could get his kicks,

if there was a shortage he'd scream, "I need dicks!"

There's no need to worry he'll rock your c**k,

there's no more need to fill your sock,

of the gay community he was the talk,

people would watch men penetrate the box and just gock.

Soon the floor of his house was covered in cum,

he never lets up, people's dicks have gone numb.

The pleasure he gets increases with how well a man's hung,

nothing hits the spot like genitals on the tongue.

Because oral sex is his tasty treat,

now his box is half filled with skeet.

Now the semen drenches more than his feet,

but it's all okay as long as he's the c**k sucking elite.

He's so content, he's the cum covered pageant queen;

his whole entire life is an overdone porno scene.

he's overjoyed because nothing could more float his boat,'

it lets him forget that the man juice is up to his throat.

An odd fate is creeping closer to the oblivious clueless bloke;

it's quite unlikely, but it just so happened his throat craved the poke;

and now consequently, on everyone's blown load he has choked.

The silly homosexual who dwelled in the box has croaked.