But this could never sate his hunger. No matter how hard he fucked the dear old men, no matter how many objects shaped like a large and proud phallus pushed deep inside him could sate his hunger since that time.
A wonderful time of passion and pleasure spent in the dark with a man blacker than night itself. He had such a massive member, that trembled with the power of an entire race...
Carlyle had been neglecting his wife's needs for some time now since he had discovered a sexual attraction to men. Due to the molestation he had endured by his father as a young child, only a man could satisfy his inner most sexual desires. He enjoyed imagining his father's cock inside him every time he secretly fucked lonely, old men he picked up from gay bars.
This is a game I'm sure you're all familiar with, though perhaps under different titles. Originally, an Exquisite Corpse was a parlour game played by surrealists.
You add a new sequence to the first, to continue to story. Let's limit to less than 100 words. I shall begin;
Carlyle was Italian in the sort of distant, abstracted way that pre-packaged risotto was Italian. His father was a hitman, but he was rather content with his anodyne position in a carpentry firm - like Jesus, he joked - whilst wearing a mouth-guard to bed with a wife that was diplomatically plotting his dispatchment from suburban Soho, and the world at large. They lived a charmed, if occasionally homicidal, existence...