So there I was
hard at work, doing a difficult calculation involving stresses and strains, and I just couldn't get it to work out.

Several hours of puzzling later, I came upon a solution. I hadn't foreseen it, but if I summed ν, Poisson's ratio, with respect to time, I could get the calculation to work.

So there you have it: sum (ν dt) that I hadn't expected.

Contrived? Of course it's contrived. It's Thursday lunchtime after all!

Edit - It's not a vee, it's Greek. Now go and work it out...
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 13:21, Reply)

Uno!
Just last night this happened. I recently bought a Xbox Live Vision Camera mainly for Burnout Paradise and remembered that Uno supports live video in place of your Avatar. Why not try it out I thought, so I joined a random room and saw two blurry videos, after a few seconds the blurs stopped and it turned out to be two naked men having a wank. I immediately quit the room and reached for the mind bleach.

On a serious note it was quite worrying that this went on. Other rooms had small children of say 8 years old playing the game with other adults. Theres nothing to stop them joining that same room I went into. I was so surprised I forgot to report the above two people but I wont be making that mistake next time if I brave playing Uno again.
(emuholic, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 13:06, Reply)

I’m just grateful it wasn’t Captain Placid*…

Many moons ago, a mate of mine called Lee and I worked a temping job, joining the throngs of mongs at the Argos warehouse in Lutterworth. This place was a dusty, dirty doghole of a place, so unsurprisingly we were always dressed in our crappiest, ragged clothing.

In the middle of one particularly arduous shift on a steaming hot day, we heard the buzzer and shuffled off like mindless spakkersheep into the break area. The room was quite small, and before long there was about 20 of us packed in. Lee made straight for one of the chairs, and tried to disguise the fact that he had done fuck all that day by plunging down with a loud ‘sigh’.

Just as in any normal break, some people lit up cigarettes, some nommed on a snack, but all chatted inanely to each other; before long the room was filled with the droning din of multiple people trying to talk over each other with their own pointless drivel.

I was sat across the room from Lee, who was almost shouting to be heard. Then, in an effort to gain more comfort from the crap plastic seats, he leaned back, raised his legs and placed them wide apart on the coffee table in front of him, before continuing his conversation to anybody who was listening.

Now, I can’t remember what had distracted me from noticing immediately – perhaps I’m just a bit slow – but I merrily continued in the conversation before I gradually realised that the room was getting quieter and quieter. As I looked around I noticed an almost ‘Mexican wave’ of silence forming, as one person after another suddenly stopped what they were doing, shut the fuck up, and gawped awkwardly in Lee’s direction.

Again, being slow I was the last to notice this, and carried on chuntering until Lee and I were the last two people speaking. As the penny finally began to drop I glanced over and saw that every pair of eyes was transfixed on Lee’s crotch...struck dumb by jaw-dropping horror. This, of course, sparked my curiosity and so I made a tentative (and forever regretted) look downward to the object of everybody’s stupefied stares…

And there it was. Lee had split his jeans. Quite a large split in fact…and coupled with his (now obvious) choice of ‘going commando’, this meant that all our eyes were forced to feast on the sight of one single, bright red, sizable, rotund, incredibly hairy bollock that had ‘plopped’ out from the the sanctity of his sweaty arse swamp area, and was now breathing in the afternoon air, untethered by it’s previous denim prison.

Lee remained totally oblivious to this turn of events, as everyone was slowly rendered speechless by this proud but unwitting display of unshackled gonad glory.


Strangely though - nobody mentioned it to him…but there was quite a crowd for the next break.



*If the size of Captain Placid’s trouser bulge is anything to go by, his two veg are so massively weighty and capacious that they look as if they are constantly ready to be loaded into a cannon and fired at some medieval castle. Not only that, but he tells me that he shaves them too(!)….and I’m sorry, but there just isn’t enough mindbleach in the world to help me if I saw those glistening bad boys up close *bokes*.
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Thu 4 Jun 2009, 12:09, 3 replies)

Oh yeah, just remembered...
...a time, two times in fact when I myself wasn't necessarily nude, but definitely inappropriately exposed. WARNING: if you are not amused by talk of fooling around of the man-on-man kind, then you'd better skip this one.

The ex-BF (whose departure from my day-to-day life is currently featured in my best-of, and was even featured in that week's newsletter if memory serves), whilst most likely being a cheating twat, was a real go-er and was very fond indeed of my meatstick.

This fondness was demonstrated one time when we had been staying at one of his ex-wives' places visiting his kids (6 kids by 3 different women - should have suspected something on that fact alone). Due to us sleeping in the lounge and one of the kids' fondness for going a-wandering in the night we hadn't been able to get down to it that evening, much to our mutual frustration. Pretty much the only thing we did well during our time together was fuck and man, he was good. Besides, there's something highly empowering about putting the block to a guy who's a third again as big in general stature as you are.

We drove home late the next morning, and after a few minutes of him telling me in graphic terms what he wanted me to do to him on our return to my place I had a raging stonk-on, which for me, isn't very difficult to spot. And spot it he did. He reached over and pulled my member out of my pants and spent the next 30 minutes of the drive home keeping me on the boil with a slow and skilful handjob.

I noticed half-a-handful of vans and trucks pass us on the passenger (i.e. my) side and at least some of them must have looked down to see my turgid todge poking out of my fly, wrapped in the meaty hand of this 6-foot-3 bruiser. I'd apologise, but when it comes down to it they shouldn't have been overtaking on the wrong side so fuck them. Besides, one or two of them probably enjoyed the show. I remember at least one who took a good while to pass us. With hindsight I'm just glad none of them were Police vans.

The other time was the same ex whilst we were out for a few drinks in the gay village in Manchester in the summer. It was fairly early so it wasn't packed out and we went upstairs in one place to find that we were completely alone. He was as horny as he always was so he began whispering in my ear the things he'd like to do with my wang, which again gave me a boner in short order, so much so that it peeked over the top of my shorts and I made the mistake of showing him. He grinned evilly, checked the stairs and then before you could say 'public indecency' his head was in my lap teasing my little soldier further out of hiding.

I sat there blissfully, beer in one hand and the back of his shaved head in the other for some time until I noticed that an inconveniently stealthy gay couple had reached the top of the stairs and were checking us out with a knowing smile. I gently tapped the back of the ex's head and whispered to him that we'd been busted. He raised his head and grinned at them whilst he tucked it back into my shorts. Both of them checked littlebloke out whilst he did and thier smiles didn't fade as they shook thier heads and took a seat behind us. The ex carried on fondling me through my shorts until I could take no more and I broke my 'sex in the toilets? fuck that' rule in order to give him a swift, silent but satisfyingly rough rogering before moving on to the next pub.

Me and that lad weren't good for one another's equilibrium at all, but when it came to horny fun he knew how to get me going, oh aye :)
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 11:00, 9 replies)

Oh well
*Streaks through QOTW*
(Ghost Atreides enjoying incontestable health benefits on, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 10:16, 6 replies)

exposed in Croydon........!
many moons ago when i was young, care free and in my early 20's i had travelled to see my Mrs in Croydon. We'd had a few days of fun with lots of nakedness ;) after we'd eaten all the food and needed to replenish the stocks we left her house and walked to the bus stop.

Mrs Rev was standing in front of me (her back to my front) with her hand in my open fly (all fine and good - it was mostly hidden by my coat.) what i didnt realise was she had released the beast from his cage and it was exposed to the cold wintery world.

i noticed a woman walking towards us, she looked at me, then Mrs Rev and gave a knowing smile and wink. i then realised i was out and she had seen me in all my erect glory :D
( Rev. Jesse. broke his ankle, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 10:03, Reply)

.
'Excuse me, but have you ever seen the early days of aviation?'

I'll let you work it out. It's always a winner with the ladies.
(paddysawyers music whore, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 9:29, 8 replies)

No-one is sure how it happened...
But for the last 5 years at the Birkdale open, both Caddies and golfers take their first shot on the 9th hole naked.

It's an Unexpected Nudie Tee

/sorry
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 9:27, Reply)

I was watching Doctor Who
It was the finale of the last series, and the Daleks had just sent the TARDIS to be destroyed with Donna inside it. Due to all the crashing about she collided with the Doctor's severed hand (which he'd put all his regeneration energy into at the start of the episode) and caused some technobabble to happen, thus causing another David Tennant to appear albeit in a state of undress.

Does this count as unexpected nude DT?
(thePontificator, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 9:22, 4 replies)

Quickie
Just walked in the office and discovered my jeans were unzipped. I wonder how many people on the bus have seen my todger?
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 8:37, 2 replies)

Art installation
Tate Modern, first date, film of naked Jesus-type swinging his 14in probe to the sounds adagio for strings.

Date stands there for 20 minutes. We didn't marry.
(foxy01, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 5:38, 1 reply)

I'm a sneaky, dirty bastard!
Many moons ago, I used to be a dirty bastard and would sneak and cojole girls clothes off.

I used to have a bar in my house, well, two rooms knocked into one anc converted into a 17h century looking pub.

Anyway, this often meant that my house was frequented by lots of people after the pub had shut.

One evening however, it consisted of just me and 3 girls.

One of us, probably me, suggested a pub-quiz. After a while it was bloody obvious that my advanced years (well not that advances, only about a decade and a half) over the girls was making it much easier for me to answer the questions...so I played it down a bit, so they could at least get some right.

I soon suggested forefeights (sp?), such as two of them sucking a bottle in a blow-job looking fashion, holding each others boobs etc...

Eventually, I had drunk so much, I was genuinely getting questions wrong and had to carry out some forefeighs myself.

After barking like a dog on all fours, sucking off beer bottles etc...I eventually ended up in a French Maids outfit - an outfit FAR too small for even my meagre manhood.

And whilst all three girls by this point were naked, I was sitting half dressed with my tackle hanging ut of a french maids outfit, when half of the male population of the local club decide to decend on my bar - a bar with an unlocked side door straight into it.

Whilst very pissed, they all agreed not to say a word to anyone.

Yeah, right.

I couldn't show my face in that village for over a year!
(dchurch bah, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 4:11, 1 reply)

Un[expected nudity]
Germany, in the not so distant past. Germany, as no doubt has become apparent in this QOTW already, has a bit of a reputation, along with many other parts of Europe, for its attitude towards the human form.

So I'm off holidaying there, catching up with some friends; not sure what to do we decide to go to the pool. Now, "go to the pool" in German-female presumably means, "maybe swim a bit, but most likely just go to the sauna". Now, you know how old people in the UK went through national service and are from another era and all that jazz and so you're quite likely at the swimming baths to see old-man-todger? Germany somewhat extends that principle. It's by no means everyone, but it's by no means no one; these girls, whether due to my prescence, their own uncertainty of being naked in front of friends or merely that they can't be arsed to change decide to wear their swimsuits. So off we strut, in bikinis and shorts, to the sauna, past the Schlaffraum (which I have to go in one day just to see how Schlaffy it really is), swing open the door and are met eye to eye by a good half-dozen members of all shapes and sizes. The amassed krauts, of all genders, male, female, and those inbetween, look upon us, upon we clad.

They look at us almost in horror until one of my friends, lying on her back, head near to my lap, bikini top at near-failure, starts talking to me in her expertly crafted American accent and I respond in my Middle Class Londonese; at this point the Germans go back to their averting of crotch-staring and a realisation sinks in - that it's far too late by now to sit nude in the company of three bikini-clad friends and forever destroy the way they look at me.

Bugger.
(Frozen_Banana Shaved against the grain; thoroughly unrewarding., Thu 4 Jun 2009, 1:39, Reply)

Sharing
The Sunday league team I played in goal for (The Mighty D.R.P, that is Democratic Republic of Phonque) had won Division 1 and so that night we played beer/rum/whisky/champagne pong and then hit the town. I was taking pictures at each venue we went to. Unfortunately, it being Sunday, most bars were fairly quiet but the Union still had a good number of people left over from the Pub quiz, and was a cheap place to finish the evening.

Surprisingly, what with it being near closing time, no-one had drunkenly got their cock out, although a couple of people were out in kilts and full Scotsman. The night seemed destined to pass without incident until I came back from the bog and decided, in my by now slightly addled mind, to check the photographic record of the evening.

Beer pong...cardboard and foil trophy held aloft...shots...team photo...cock...

Cock?

Cock.

Did I mention I had been drinking? Now a normal response would be to delete the photo, but I have a habit of well meaning evil in these circumstances, and instead shouted 'GUYS! WHICH ONE OF YOU GUYS PHOTO'D HIS COCK?' and held the picture aloft for all to see on the display screen. Someone owned up, and rather than delete it and take the piss, I decided to show the picture to as many people as possible at the bar, then delete it.

I am not sure why to this day. The screen was about 1.5 inches wide, which isn't going to be flattering no matter how you're hung.
(thePontificator, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 22:35, Reply)

Kitty!
Surprise nudity? Well it's not really a surprise when toddlers strip out of clothes and go running around but ...

My best friend's toddler boy was amazing. Whenever he was left alone with the household cat (a significantly large grey tom about 2/3rds the kids size and weight) he would strip off all of his clothes, get a death grip on the cat's tail - and then standing there naked behind a starting to get annoyed cat, holding on for dear life - he would then let loose with a stream from his little willie - peeing on the cat.

The cat would take off at mach speeds - pulling the kid along behind him in a skipping bouncing high acceleration adventure where the kids stubby little legs would only touch down every few feet in giant leaps and bounds as they traversed the apartment. He screamed with delight and joy the whole way "kitty! kitty!" and he never, not for a moment, *ever* stopped peeing on the cat.

Sometimes he'd reach down with one hand to adjust his equipment and aim - after rebounding off a wall or a table he was sometimes a bit out of alignment - but mostly he just couldn't miss - he was less than a tail's length away from something almost the same size as he was =)

Truly - the combination of the sheer happiness on the kids little face and the utter terror the poor cat was experiencing - will forever be locked in memory for me - I was just standing there talking a bit with his mum when the two of them came rocketing out of the hallway and crossed the living room in front of me, making a large u-turn (no skid marks at least =)) and then back into the hallway, the giggling and "kitty!" chanting taking on a doppler effect as it passed us by. Her reaction was to say "oh my, he's at it again" and raise her hand to her mouth to hide the smile while I just went from stunned senseless to smiling from ear to ear as my brain processed and replayed the scene and I realized what it was I had seen =)

The scene cheers me up even now just thinking about it =)

(it's years later, but if I ever encounter a tiger in the wild... for at least 2 seconds before I attempt to flee for my life - I'll be sorely tempted to risk life, limb (and certainly todger) to re-enacting the scene at adult sizes.. I know it won't work... I know one swipe and it'd be over but... but.. it just looked like so much fun!)

(I think it's too late to get on the best sheet... but I'd be touched if you gave me a click anyway =))
( Allisade would love to hear from you, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 22:18, 5 replies)

Things I have learnt from this QOTW
1. I have led a very sheltered life.

To be fair, I could probably say that most weeks.
( GarbageFan didn't know what to have as a board sig on, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 22:07, Reply)

Victoria Beckham aka Posh Spice
has a shaved cunt. Here's a picture.


(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 20:54, Reply)

Nudie Wear
For many years the late Nudie Cohn dressed country music singers like Porter Wagoner and Hank Snow in glittering suits for the stage. In a Nashville, Tennessee, thrift shop was some rhinestone encrusted neckwear. It was an unexpected Nudie tie.
(uncle_bud is not the jelly roll king., Wed 3 Jun 2009, 20:15, Reply)

Work Nudity..
Now,

There are a few people on here who know me, and know what I do for a living, so for them, this story may not be that bad...

I work for the government, in one of their highly furbished custodial centres.

On the day in question, I was working in the Education department, where the residents came to get their qualifications.

Sitting in the office, reading my book, I heard some commotion out in the corridor, but thought nothing of it, as it was smoke break time, and there would be people milling about as they went outside for a fag.

Shortly afterwards, I heard a tap on the office window (a full width window, that came down to about 3 foot off the floor), and a shout of "Oi, IPTCIS, look at this". Upon looking up, I was greeted with what could only be described as the most shocking thing I've seen since Goatse.

Two of the residents, successfully recreating the Arabian Goggles, both, stark bollock naked, but instead of lying down, one was sat on the other ones shoulders and had his bollocks pressed against the window.

I couldn't do anything except for laugh, and I couldn't even bring myself to tell them off, as I was laughing too hard at it.

Length? It must have been 5 inches long, bent to the right and slightly withered at the end.
(Code of Post lives at the moment in time that is..., Wed 3 Jun 2009, 19:14, 1 reply)

Tits, bum, fanny, the lot.
It was at a party in 1988. I'd been out on the lash all day (well, as much as all day you could during the days when pubs closed between 3 and 6pm). My mate Stan had come down for the day and I bunked off college. Rebel, me. Stan had left the year before, but was still good mates with a few people from the halls of residence and kept in touch. One of whom was having a house party.

"Fancy it"? He asked.

Never one to shirk an open invitation like that, I agreed. Well, probably slurred by that point, but I was certainly up for it. And off we trooped to this house. I knew one of the housemates anyway as she'd been in the halls the year before, plus there were a few other familiar faces there (including one of my future housemates).

The evening wore on, everyone got progressively more trousered, and the other housemate decided to go to bed. Sarah, I think she was called.

Myself, and probably the rest of the room, were a bit taken aback when, an hour later, the door to the living room was flung open and a somewhat hefty pair of norks hoved into view, nicely backlit by the light in the hallway. Then my drunken haze realised that they were attached to Sarah. And that it wasn't just her norks on display, but the rest of her too.

"I can't get to sleep" said Sarah matter of factly "So I'm going to make myself some cocoa. Does anyone else want some"?

I don't know what was the most unexpected, to be honest. To be confronted by a frankly quite stunning woman in all her glory, or being asked if I wanted some cocoa at a party characterised by excessive alcohol and substance abuse.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Wed 3 Jun 2009, 18:52, 2 replies)

Enzyme reminds me
It was New Year's Eve some time back. I'd been out for the night with the ex, and we'd popped home quickly before heading back out again to do the traditional standing around the market square waiting for the clock tower to chime in midnight so we could wish total strangers a Happy New Year.

We lived close to the bus station, and the route to the clock tower took us past it. As we approached I noticed a shape huddled in the rose bushes.

I say huddled, as we drew nearer I could see that it was a young lady, bent forward, with her hands resting on her knees, skirt hitched around her waist and her knickers around her ankles.

Within a split second, a torrent of urine sprayed from her exposed sausage depository... And I mean a torrent. It gushed forth with a ferocity that would have put the Piper Alpha blaze out in one fell scoot.

I think the lass was completely oblivious to the fact that she was in public. Until an older woman who was walking in the opposite direction, and obviously a bit worse for wear herself, noticed what was happening and decided to shout "OOH, WEE WEE" at the top of her voice, while the roses glinted in the half moonlight with yellow dew.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Wed 3 Jun 2009, 18:37, Reply)

Those were the days....
Many years ago, going on a narrow-boat holiday on the River Avon, I slept on the roof of the boat. It was probably common consent - six young men existing on a diet of junk food and beer does not lead to a pleasant night-time aroma, and I snore dreadfully too.

Anyway, one morning I wake up in the brightness of a new day to discover that (a) my blanket has ridden down in the night, and (b) my little soldier is proudly standing to attention as I lie on my back and has escaped the confines of my pants.

These days I can only weep at the lost diamond-cutter hardness and long-lasting turgidity that I could achieve then, but at the time I was mortified.

So, apologies to anyone in Stratford who had their early-morning stroll by the river marred back in July, 1987. I hope you've got over it now.
(uncle whippity, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 18:00, Reply)

Public shower bishop bashing
I went swimming with a bunch of mates once (teenager, late 80s) and when we left for the showers we discovered a guy of around the same age already there, completely naked. The nakedness itself wasn't that much of a surprise, the fact that he was furiously wanking was. He stopped what he was doing but didn't seem at all embarrassed, finishing his shower tackle out. The problem in such a situation is where to look. You either have to make a point of looking in the other direction, which just seems unnatural, or you look in the direction of the the person and then your eyes can't help being drawn to the offending area.
Saw the guy working in McDonald's a few days later (and no, I'm sure he didn't do anything unpleasant in a burger ...)
(Terrible Tiger, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 18:00, Reply)

Postman Twat!
A few weeks ago on one Saturday morning, the wife decides she'd get us a breakfast roll from the local butchers. It's about five mins away, after 15 mins I hear the front gate open, and being the mischievous blighter I am, I decided it would be funny to stick my willy through the letter box.....it wasnt the wife and my cock was rammed by two bank statements and our voting cards.

Wife came home 5 mins later.
(rambosilk Liberty for wolves is death to the lambs., Wed 3 Jun 2009, 17:01, 2 replies)

A good few years back, on holiday with my family
we were sat by the pool enjoying a bit of sun. The area was partially enclosed, and so overlooked by the villas, and whilst gazing around at one point I noticed a family sat out on their balcony, naked.

Now, age and experience has matured (pfft) me into an open-minded* individual who is firmly in favour of naturism; nudity rarely makes me uncomfortable (pretty much my own, and that's down to not being comfortable with my current appearance, not the nudity itself), plus I'm a care worker so it's not a big leap for me to seperate it from a sexual context.
However, back then I was a much younger Jess with little actual experience of actual people being actually naked and, curious creature that I am, I had the odd glance over after that just to catch up with whether nudists really were just normal people (and almost certainly to see a bit more nekkid). There was a woman, a man and a girl who didn't look that much younger than me, she seemed to be about 13/14, I assumed it was parents and their daughter.

Sure enough, normal people, getting on with enjoying their holiday, just with ever so slightly less covering than most people present so no tan lines while the majority happily got on with considering themselves 'decent' because they had their groin and nipples just about hidden.
But then one of the times I happened to look over I saw something that still puzzles me to this day- the 'father' putting suntan cream on the 'daughter', happily slathering it all over her developed but still barely pubescent breasts while she gazed bored out over the pool.

Here's a good reason for the '*', I like to consider myself open-minded (don't we all) but that I simply can't make fit in my head, no way I turn the facts makes it come out any less creepier to me. I simply could not imagine a man, even my dad, massaging my norks at that age and it not feel sexual/awkward but also

...she could reach perfectly well herself so it wasn't even necessary!!!
( Jessie © needs pirate name suggestions, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 16:25, 6 replies)

Subject failure. At least partially
Under the given circumstances nudity was very expectable on this frech campsite. It was a public site with a sign saying that some dolt should unlock the toilets in the evening. All arrivers were told to install themselves. In fact the toilets were locked, but it seemed no problem to the newly-married Mrs. Timbolator and me.
As opposed to the expected key bearer, evening came (and went). Some bushes were watered by us and another couple, adding to 4 guests that night.
The next morning made it obvious: The night would be for free as well as the shit in the bushes. So after breakfast the full quartet strolled through the bushes and found their spot to dung. Obviosly quite a few visitors had done the same, so the Stinkfoot competition was disclosed. Watching unknown people crap in the bushes is definitely far from erotic. At least to me!
I had a really lovely shit in the freshest air poo_ssible.
After finishing and getting up again, i gasped in horror in sight of a giant turd i had obviously overlooked. How could i have missed this pile? And where is my humble heap? I
After some thinking i remembered the many toilet bowls i had sealed over the past years. My digestion is clearly an under-achiever.

Length? 1 ft. i guess
(timbolator successfully hiding from the authorities on, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 15:38, Reply)

Pee-roast
I told this in the Voyeurism QotW, but it seems to fit in here as well.

During my long, long postgrad years, I was a supervisor in student accommodation at Bunglingham university. One advantage of this was that, if we were doing the job for several years, we got accommodation free over the summer.

Now, between A-level results and freshers’ week, we used to get families coming along to the site to check out potential accommodation. One fine, late August afternoon, I was at my desk, writing and intermittently gazing out of the window, watching one such family: Mum, Dad and rather attractive blonde daughter.

The block of flats opposite my window, just across the lawn, was next to the bike sheds and laundry block, and there was a secluded alley between them. The family was clearly unaware that there was anyone living on the site at all: I’m sure of this because I happened to look up just in time to see the rather attractive daughter pulling down her jeans, leaning against the wall of the flats for support, and taking a pee.

Some people would pay money for that kind of show. It’s not my thing, though, and were the story to end there, I would probably feel a bit bad about having seen what I did.

But there was more: behind the daughter, the mother was doing the same thing. And behind the mother, the father.

I admire close families… but mass micturation?

*shudders*

Length? No idea. Blonde daughter’s head obscured the view.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 15:36, 2 replies)

A peedy-coprophiliac's wet dream in the woods
One crisp autumn day last year I was walking my dogs towards a car park where, unknown to me, some travellers' caravans had been all night.

I rounded a bend and saw two girls of about 12, doing something or other on the path. This was term-time so no kids should've been about, so I thought, hmm, wonder what they're up to...

Then I noticed that both girls had their pants down, and I saw them suddenly squat down with their backs to me and crap on the path.

I skidded to a halt, grabbed both dogs' collars and spun round, heading back a little more quickly than we'd arrived. Yuk.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 14:56, 1 reply)

Semi-Unexpected Nudity
It was june, I was 18.

It the first trip of many to the flattest of lands.

I was with my mate and his missus.

They had bailed out on me on one of the afternoons that we were there.
Not to be deterred with the lack of companions I ensconced myself in the local coffee shop.

Not one to shy away from social interactions I was happily chatting away to a group of lads from teh_toon.

Nice fellows all round. Usual bullshit for a conversation leads to the following question:

"Any one have any tattoo's or piercing's or anything?"

The whole group of lads started to look uncomfortable, I get the impression that they knew where this line of questioning would lead.

All except for the largest (In stature) member of the grou; whom had rather a smug grin on his features.

"I've got a Prince Albert!"

Myself being naive and unworldly (yea right!) was for a moment confused.

"That's one in your schlong isn't it?"

"Yup" he replies nonchalantly, "Wanna see it?"

My reply was this.

"I seriously don't think that you are going to whip out your piece infront of all of these people."

I was clearly mistaken.

Nice guys though, shame about the errant tadger.
(d347hm4n Fraggin your ass!, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 14:55, 7 replies)

Little Bastard!
A few years ago my little sister (17) was shacked up with a 29 year old crack head, no job just the scum of the earth. They were together about 6 months before I found out what he was really like.

One Sunday afternoon I took an unexpected trip to my Mum's house and found that the front door had been kicked in. After a load of crying from my sister I'd found out that he'd kick the shit out of her and then booted her out of the house with no top on. After my sister had got back to my mums he turned up pist and kicked the door in. After a while of her begging me not to do anything I had a drive over to his house. Was in two minds to knock, but ended up booting the fucker off its hinges. He came running to the top of the stairs in just a towl and I saw red, grabbed the little fucker pulled him outside and began to pan the shit out of him whilst he was bollock naked.

Not a very funny story but....
(rambosilk Liberty for wolves is death to the lambs., Wed 3 Jun 2009, 14:51, 5 replies)