We had to pick this new one up in the middle of the sticks. I was not surprised in the least to find him covered in tats. Other than cow tipping, there's not much else to do other than head down to the dilapidated shops a few towns over and get some ink. Well - there ARE other things to do, and obviously that's what got this deplorable in the mess he is in. After getting his paperwork settled, I figured I'd try him out and get a nut before dinner. He has a mouth piercing, which even on a totally straight dude means that he would at least give good head. I wasn't wrong about the head - damn it was good. No gag reflex whatsoever, and I coulda just dropped a load down his throat then and there. But I did want a piece of the candy, so I have him lay up on the dresser and take a look-see. He has a good looking, nicely puckered brown eye, and I was eager to dive in.