french cum and a gay ninja
I had been on holiday in Germany with my outlaws in wonderful town in the Black Forest. Found out the Germans to be very nice people, quite a revelation. So we a driving back to Blighty and therefore drive through France to get the ferry back. Needing a large poo we pull off at this desolate toilet at what passes as a French version of an A road. As I walk in, right in the middle of the floor is a splattered puddle of French cum on the floor. As if some seedy little Frenchman had decided “ not only will I have a wank in a public toilet but when I cum my duff I’m going to shoot it right in the middle of the floor so everyone can see it “. The trouble is when anyone talks to me about France THAT is the image that immediately pops into my head…shudder.

I was 20, it was the mid 80’s and my girlfriend, who was a hairdresser, takes me out clubbing to a gay club. No problem. I think it was when I was going the toilet I got worried about my attire. Tight black leather trousers ( I was a longhair ) and a t-shirt with a picture of Gnasher on it bearing the legend “ Gnash “. So, not to confuse the patrons I went to pee in a cubicle…it had no lock on the door. So I perform my ablutions with my foot against the door. I finish, start to lace up the front of my trousers ( oh, I forgot to mention that 80’s fashion detail ) and suddenly a bloke pushes in through the door, closes it behind him, smiles and runs his hand across my leather clad packet…all in one fluid movement, like some kind of gay ninja. Luckily it was the one moment in my life when the right answer came at the right time. I respond with “ fuck off or my boyfriend will kill you “. This gave me enough time to extricate myself from the cubicle. I get back to my pissed girlfriend and tell her what has just happened…her response “ Great ! Let’s dance “…and so we did. Ah, the joy’s of dating thick blonde hairdressers.
(brucekitty, Tue 6 Sep 2005, 19:16, Reply)