I see Tom Hawkins as a challenge, more than anything. Here is a man who, in every single aspect, is absolutely revolting - yet I can't help but wonder what would be like, to plunge balls-deep into him repeatedly.

That's right. Balls-deep. With no protection.

I won't lie, I'm extraordinarily-hard while typing this. I want to grab this... thing... and that's what Tom is, let's not delude ourselves, a "thing"... by the hips and ram mercilessly in and out of his quivering, malformed asshole with the force of a gladiatorial chariot, while he makes stupid faces and contorts orgasmically, unable to control his bodily reactions even if he wanted to.

I would erupt violently inside that corrupt and corrupting asshole as though the entire fate of humanity depended on my seed penetrating the foul walls of one of his ovaries, the electrical fusion from this coupling creating the Antichrist, as our combined, guttural, Chewbacca-like roars shattered glass and walls alike around us, the house toppling down while we lay there in a filthy, disgusting mess.

Yeah. I reckon Tom Hawkins does it for me.