And welcome back, Haskell King! I saw this show tonight at the Ensemble Studio Theatre Marathon and it was so nice to have him and his bod back. As the moderator said, there wasn’t an opportunity this time for Haskell to exhibit his King-size fuck tool. Nevertheless, he made sure to show his forest of pubes as he pulled up his underwear. I thoroughly enjoyed Haskell sharing his sumptuous thick black bush—especially knowing that jungle leads down to one of the best specimens of manhood I've ever seen on a stage. (He's not the King for nothing.) He remained in his briefs for a couple minutes, offering his fine bulge, and stayed for nearly the rest of the play shirtless, displaying his fantastic rack. Here he's called upon to play a small-town guy who's very handsome but not perfect, requiring Haskell to slum from his usual perfect 10 to a mere 8. Still as gorgeous as ever–the royal standard. No one like him.
The show runs until Saturday, June 27. But long live the King!