My friend R.
Was the most pansexual being you could ever meet. Nothing could offend this guy, and most things he would find powerfully arousing. He didn't care about gender, age, ethnicity, backround, personal hygiene, nothing. Sadly, I haven't seen him for a while, but he was a great guy.


Anyway, one night we (about 7 of us in total) jumped into a couple of cars and headed out to a car park (near the Banstead Downs/Downview prison, if anyone knows the area) quiet enough for us to drink some cheap booze, smoke some equally cheap weed, enter an alternate state and explore each others bodies (yup, amazingly, there were girls present. For those of us more choosy than R).



All was going well for about an hour when two police cars pulled into the car park. All manner of contraband was hidden or discreetly thrown out of sight, very quickly. It was a Friday night, and the boys in blue were out in force, looking for youngsters getting up to just the sort of things we were.



We were given a fairly standard lecture. For all the things we did do, one thing we wasn't into was causing trouble. I think they realised this. The drivers of the cars were identified and taken into them for a quick search and warning talk by the most superior ranking police types present. What follows is what was said to 'R' by a policeman with a stripe or two more on his sleeve than the rest, and my friends reply. This was witnessed by most of us.



Policeman "No bother son, we just have to make sure you're behaving."



R "OK".



Policeman "This car park is used by people to deal drugs and by gay men to meet for sex"



R, after a long pause, and entirely for his own amusement, puts his hand on the policemans thigh and says "Well, love, d'you fancy a spliff."


Cop: Not amused.

Us: Sphincter straining attempts to hold in hysterics.

Thanks for reading.


Length? Girth? R. didn't care at all.
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