stalked by gayers
At uni, our house backed on to a terrace in which a trio of light-footed gents lived. Engorged by the sight of our pasty and withered limbs in our back garden, they began to post homo-erotic magazines through our letter box inviting us to the next gay club night in town (usually called "Thrust" or "Twink" or "Ream" or suchlike).

I recall glancing through said magazines (as a purely cultural exercise) and being struck by the number of apparently very young, clean-shaven boys looking for something in their (or someone else's) trousers. A few of them looked very like people I knew.

This went on for some days and my conservative, uptight housemates became so paranoid that they barricaded the doors and locked windows at night in case there was an SAS-style homo raid during the night, during which their arses would be violated.

In the end, we opted to paste up a massive sign in the windows proclaiming our straightness. They apologised and left us alone after that.
(frankspencer, Wed 6 Feb 2008, 11:42, 1 reply)

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I can see how the sight of pasty, withered limbs would get someone hot and bothered. You poor dears.
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Wed 6 Feb 2008, 15:10, closed)