Rex.
This rot was taking a toll on me, and I don't even know if it was just me—this month’s rot was different from the others.
It wasn't always as bad as this. My brothers would usually get themselves someone to spend the rot with. But I couldn't. Not with my nature. I wasn't like them, no matter how hard I tried to be.
My nature might look calm, but it certainly wasn't in rot. And the last time I tried getting a rot partner, I almost—almost—committed murder.
Looking down at myself through my pants, I could see the tent that was already building.
My d**k was hard again.
The rot was brewing last night, but now it was here again—fully.
My hand went to my d**k, palming it against my shaft.
I had been in here since morning, and… God knows there was nothing I hadn't done, but it only to
