Well
it was one of those days back during uni where I had nothing really to do, so I do what any other student would do: piss around on the internet, chat to some friends, wank, chat some more, wank, and play a few games - emerging only to feed, piss, and shit.

So come the evening time, and i've basically sat on my arse the whole day without seeing anyone. Slightly bored, I bring out percy for some further punishment as I'd pretty much exhausted all the other internet options at this late stage.

*Fwap!*

About the time I'm pumping hot white love-juice from the veiny coconut tree for about the 11th time that day, I hear a heavy knocking and Shabbir, my strictly Islamic house-mate comes wandering with something in his hand. A birthday card for his Dad no less (who happens to be an Iman or whatever they're called)

The minute this happened I do my utter best to cover up my naked cock standing to full attention by basically yanking my trousers up as high-up as they would go in a kind-of self-wedgy fashion. This kinda worked in that no longer could you see my throbbing and strangly magenta-like coloured cock (try wanking 12 times in a day, and you'll see what I mean) but it was still plainly obvious what had just happened.

So now, we're both feeling utterly awkward, but no-one wants to admit they've noticed anything.

He passes me the card in silence. I scribble my name on the inside; hand covered in said man-fat. I hand it back, silently. He leaves. I clean up.

It was his 50th aswell. Allah be praised!
( slippery doctore, Fri 3 Feb 2006, 0:43, Reply)