“There is no goddamn way any fella in your position”—he pointed a finger at me and then sagged forward, pressing his hands to the back of his head—“with a broken dick should be able to run for this long without dropping dead.” Groaning he added, “My cock’s in perfect working order and it’s fucking crying from exertion, Johnny! Crying! And my balls have hibernated back to their prepuberty position.”
