He is an artist, he makes paintings with the .50 caliber shot of cum that comes out of his hot, slightly bent cock. He gets in his car, on his way to the talent show, and after swerving his way there, he stops at an intersection. He sees a whore, a chubby little whore, he could see her nipples through her dress. She asks for a quickie, in the car. After contemplating for a few seconds, he agrees, but little did he know how much this would affect him. After clapping them cheeks for a good minute, he lets go of her, but BANG!, the car seems to have crashed. The gear was in neutral, and the weight of the prostitute made the car roll down the hill. The rear bumper was demolished, just like his lap after the finest reverse cowgirl he had ever had. He manages to start the car, ousting the prostitute from the vehicle, and continues with his drive to the talent show. After getting there with cum soaked pants, he sits with the audience, all of whom seem prepared for their acts. His turn was coming. He was anxious to rip out his hot, 6.5 inch cock, and draw “starry night” by Van Gogh, with the stream of his semen. He approaches the stage, and starts to wank’er. Nothing happens. He asks for some porn, Leah Gotti, his favourite, but still, barely gets a drip out of his luscious cock. He stands their, semi-erect, and is unable to ejaculate. The audience laughs at the man for not being able to ejaculate infront of everyone. He wishes that he could gather the cum that he pumped into the prostitute’s tight ass, and put it back in his cock, like he would load gunpowder into a rifle. He cried in shock, he would’ve won if he wasn’t so horny, he would’ve won if the pokies didn’t stare at his eyes, he would’ve won.