HEAVEN, BLESS THESE MEATS!

     Every time I wear short shorts...I mean really short shorts that expose the entire meaty package...and below-the-calf socks, I love to wear them with a matching long-sleeved shirt and look at myself in a full-length mirror before throwing myself face down either on my bed or a plush, grassy part of my back yard. But before I put my face in the pillow or grass and place my hands at my sides, I look up towards heaven and say this prayer:

     "Lord, may You and all the angels in heaven look down upon my handsome legs which You in Your infinite wisdom saw fit to grant me with since I was a child. May those of my sex who I invite onto my property take advantage of my legs, bite deeply of my thighs and calves and lick my kneebacks. May they enjoy the taste of my skin and the muscles beneath. May their tongues stay long upon my kneebacks which I have longingly loved to expose to the public on stage and screen and wherever I walk. May I enjoy the pain which I would feel as they bite my meats and the wetness as they lick my kneebacks. Bless these meats while I live upon this earth and grant me the will to expose them after my death to the flames of the furnace of my neighborhood crematorium. Amen".

     Then, I put my face deep within my pillow or the grass of my yard and my hands at my sides while all men and boys enter and, opening their mouths, place their pearly white teeth and tongues upon my meats. As they bite my thighs and calves, I raise my head and release a prolonged "ahhhhhhhhh" of deep satisfaction. As they lick my kneebacks, I smile and lower my face back into the position of repose.

     When they have finished biting my meats and licking my kneebacks, they take the dart pistols which I had previously placed on a nearby table and shoot the thin darts into my thighs, calves and kneebacks, pulling the darts out and permitting my iron-rich red blood to exit each hole. Putting the pistols back upon the table, they would then prepare to leave, while rivulets of blood run down the sides of my thighs, calves and kneebacks.

     After I had been laying face down at attention for a aforementioned amount of time, my eldest son would use an ammonia capsule to awaken me while his brothers would take advantage and lick the blood off my meats. They would then leave me in my prone state to admire the pain which had been inflicted upon my meats. Resting my head on the side either upon the pillow or grass, I would smile and recite the following prayer:

     "Thank you, Lord and all the angels in heaven, for permitting my brothers to enjoy partaking of my meats. Amen".

     I would then stay upon my stomach, waiting until sunset to rise to my feet to dress in cleaner shorts and go to partake in my evening meal.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this delicious story of tasty male pulchritude!