Resident Perv - Part 2
This gym had an open plan shower room like you get at Rugby clubs, but with less fisting and rulers up bums.

I had just got out from my workout, 5 mins rowing, ten mins bike, 3 walking laps around the gym and a fuck this, I'm going home. I head to the changing room and I'm alone aside from someone showering in the adjoining shower room as detailed above. The man in the shower started making violent grunting noises so naturally I assumed he was having a heart attack. Without thought of the potential soaking my sweat free gym costume could get, I burst in there to save the day.

What I saw haunts me this very day.

This bloated, middle aged man, about 18stone of pure gut was leaning against the tap keeping the shower running with one hand and furiously tugging with the other, hence the grunting.

Completely oblivious to my presence, he carried on for what felt like the longest 2 seconds of my life as I tip toed back out of there in the most English manner imaginable and wandered around the sports hall for ten minutes before returning. A fair time I felt to let the man relieve himself.

Length, I couldn't tell under the gut.
(Peacocke, Thu 9 Jul 2009, 23:00, Reply)