Not wanking
My good friend Ed Can Do suffers from the diabetes (seems all my stories do too). After not looking after himself too well he ended up in hospital having dead bits removed from his feet.

Like all good friends a group of us decided to go and visit Ed in hospital, stopping off on the way to buy him some supplies (sweets, fizzy pop, all the good things that a diabetic needs). Whilst purchasing all these treats one of us (probably me) let out the line that was always uttered in service stations. "Wank mag!"

Everyone agrees, as true friends we should by Ed some rhythm material. 40 plus is retreived from the shelf and Toby, who is queing to pay for the petrol and sweets, has the Frankie Vaughn shoved into his protesting hands.

When we get to Ed's bedside we give him all his goodies, including his mag. I think "Bastards!" may have been the lable he applied to us. Especially as, due to the foot surgery, he couldn't walk anywhere to dispose of the mag. So there he is, stuck in the hospital with a copy of rancid grannies quim photos that he can't dispose of.

He claims that he left the mag in the bedside table for the next incumbent/cleaning staff/nurse to retrieve and never used it for self pleasure, so I guess I'll never know for sure if this is a wanking story or not.
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Mon 21 Feb 2011, 17:30, 1 reply)

I did that for a work
mate who had just undergone a pretty serious operation. Bought him some sweets, cowboy hat, usual shit, plus a copy of Playboy and Penthouse.

It was several years later that one of our mutual friends told me he was gay. I don't tend to spot these things, so it was a bit of a surprise. I did kind of cringe when I realised what I had done.
( Not Pineapple anymore, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 11:08, closed)