The Men of Raging Stallion Handle Loss

When you live to fuck and fuck to live there are few — precious few — moments that throw a wrench into your spectacular cum flow and shut the whole Vegasy water show down.

Such was the moment last Wednesday, at approximately 9:57 in the evening, when the men of Raging Stallion — whom on happier days we refer to as a stable of studs, as a stampede of rambunctious ponies — came face to face with grief as they witnessed the sudden, shocking going of Chris from the American Idol stage.

Not Chris, not Chris! — the cry went up. Hunky, quarterback-chested boy-beauty Chris! He of the Justin Timberlake scalp stubble, the glittery ear studs in each ear, the athletic neck of such promising thickness!

A pall fell over the men crowded into the TV room, for the sling room had been emptied and all filming had stopped throughout the studio as it always does during the Results show.

Each man sat sunk in his own private thoughts with nary a concern for how he was hanging at the moment, vaguely aware that his major manhood was modestly — but ah, not completely, never completely — concealed by a towel.

Instead all eyes were on Chris, who was going out, in the cruel tradition of the show, bravely: singing his — alas, still tuneless — final, losing song.

And while we’d like to say a tear was shed in that room, it wasn’t. Porn stars — like Joan Crawford in The Damned Don’t Cry — have to conserve their liquid flow for the camera.

Different people handle grief differently. Stallion stars Vincenzo and Sarib (above) immediately went before the cameras and starting fucking like rabid dogs. This was their therapy.

“You know,” Vincenzo said to Sarib as a yard of schlong slid down his throat, garbling his words a bit but — thanks to a skill he learned on the job — still somewhat intelligible, “I really think Lakisha has worn out her welcome.”

“It should have been Jordin,” replied Sarib angrily, and rammed Vincenzo all the harder.

You can catch every breakthrough in Vincenzo and Sarib’s joint therapy session at the Raging Stallion Theater in the Inner Circle.

We ask only that you not judge, for who can judge another’s American Idol grief?

Simply connect.

Then get hard, get off and look forward to Chris’ future career in adult films.

Hot damn!

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