Damon's new boyfriend was named Luis and was a Latino hunk. A great guy, in Damon's eyes. Not only was he hot and gave him tons of advice on how to adjust with his new life and sexual inclinations, but he was extremely kind and understanding. Damon could not believe his luck. He started working in Luis' restaurant and his brain took it in stride. Besides, Luis' sexual prowess was amazing for sure. Damon could believe he had once enjoyed vaginas. Nay, why he had been obsessed by them, not to mention boobs. Why was he so hypnotised by these two globes of flesh, in fact? Not that vaginas or boobs actually disgusted him, but... Well, they were not interesting anymore to him. They were just pieces of anatomy belonging to a woman. Hardly comparable to the beauty of male sexual anatomy. Abs - shaved, of course - that looked like chocolate tablets. Clean firm butts that did not have to bounce. Penises that were all so beautiful, in their own way, that reached the epitome of their gorgeousness when they were gorged with blood and sperm, standing at attention. And testicles that pumped all these gametes holding sperm, so beautiful when freed from the confines of tight underwear, swinging happily and freely. Damon loved getting his balls held and delicately pressed by Luis' firm hand. With Luis, Damon could admire the movies of Bob Mizer, the artwork of Tom of Finland and the beauty of physique magazines from old. How could he have been blind to this sort of extraordinary beauty before? Yes, Damon loved his life, doing sports, cooking, shaving, taking care of his body and indulging in great male sex.
But after a while, he thought that maybe a kid would make him and Luis more... complete. The carnival was back in town. Madame Illusia might provide them with the perfect addition to their couple. Without the hasle of adoption and its paperwork.