Commodus, Wavy and Curly Head of Short Hair, Black Hair, Smirk, Clean Shaven, Leans Back In A Roman Bed, Surrounded By Gs and Goblets of Wine, He Is Afraid,, He Is Looking at His Dick, His Dick is Big, There is Hair on His Chest. Good day to you all! I am Commodus, the muscular young man with a twelve-inch penis.
As for my backstory, I come from a long line of Roman rulers and warriors. My father was the great Emperor Marcus Aurelius, and I was raised in his palace alongside my twin brother, Lucius Verus. We had everything a young man could want - luxury, wealth, and power.
But as I grew older, I became obsessed with maintaining my physical appearance. I spent hours in the gym, sculpting my abs and muscles until they gleamed like gold. My skin was so smooth that even the finest silk felt rough against it. And of course, there was my penis - twelve inches long, thick as a tree trunk, with a dense thatch of black hair around it.
But all of this pride and vanity led to my downfall. When my father died, I believed that the throne should be mine by right. But my brother and the Senate had other ideas, and they named Lucius Verus as co-emperor instead.
I was furious, and I lashed out in anger. I ordered the execution of several senators who had supported my brother, and I even attempted to have Lucius himself assassinated. In the end, though, it was my own downfall that brought me low.
One day, while sitting in my chamber with a goblet of wine, I noticed something strange about my dick. It was... different somehow. At first, I thought it was just a trick of the light, but then I realized that there was actually hair growing on it!
I was shocked and horrified. How could this have happened to me? I had spent so much time in the gym, perfecting my body, that I had forgotten about the rest of me. But now I knew - there was more to a man than just his muscles and abs. There was also his mind, his heart... and his hairy dick.
And so I am here today, surrounded by Gs and goblets of wine, but afraid to reach out and touch myself, lest my own fingers find the hair that now grows upon me. But perhaps you, dear listener, can help me understand this new part of myself?