One night Arhtur was fishing, fishing for what? For love. He was lonely, loonier than a fish in a bowl. He started thinking, surely no one would care if he just left in the middle of the night. Why would they care, ducth didn't care, he was too busy fucking hosea or some other ho. He diudn't kniow love, and Arthur is gonna find that todday
Arthur stopped his fucking fishing, pulled up his pants and got on his horse. He rode to somewhere, anywhere. It was the wild west, he can be anywhere and everywhere. He came across a house, a small house. Arthur thought that it would be kinda creepy if he just bust in unannounced, but he was a creepy, he was a weirdo, he didnt belong here. He kicks down THE DOOR and finds a man, neigh(like a horse) a magnificent presence of beauty and fat.
"who the fuck in the hell" The man said as he jumped outta bed. But Arthurs sexiness calmed his nerves, like a sexy painting of a sexy lady but arthur was clearly a man. "Ohj my god, a hot man!"
"Yes" Arthru said. The man, Ezra Watson, looked at arthurs lips. Theyre like sculpted marble, but they're nopt hard, unlike his cock, which was growing larger by the second in his pants at the sight of this beast of love. Arthur jumped in the bed ravaging the man as he shouled be. Both man didn't know love for years and here they are in the bed, making it so. It was like churning butter, but this butter is a lot thicker and white and 100% man-made. Arhtur was bucking wildly(like a horse) and Ezra was taking it (like a). It was all too hot and the men exploded with seed. Arthur put on another hat and different pants because the other was too white, dutch would be mad because he hates white things, like people AND PANTS and white people in white pants. But enough about dutch, he wont be coming back. He'll spend the night with his new love.