That's some funny shit. I would have used the book and slapped that bishop frecking hard.
He would never stick his toddger through a hole again. Plus I don't think he would be able to run a way for a while.
Sick puppy !
lmao!!!
That's some funny shit. I would have used the book and slapped that bishop frecking hard.
He would never stick his toddger through a hole again. Plus I don't think he would be able to run a way for a while.
Sick puppy !
That's some funny shit. I would have used the book and slapped that bishop frecking hard.
He would never stick his toddger through a hole again. Plus I don't think he would be able to run a way for a while.
Sick puppy !
Not a gym story, but sort of...
At BCCC my buddy asks me to twist one up. So, of course, I oblige. I'm thinking "My car is a mile away, where the hell can I roll a phatty?... Aha! The men's bathroom in the gym locker room!". No one, I mean no one has been there in like two decades, so I thought it was safe.
Anyway, I get there and walk past all the old rusted musky lockers, past the moldy spiderweb-laden showers, and into the bathroom. The first stall was locked with no one in it... Odd. So I go to the next stall, close the door, and sit down with a book on my lap and start breaking up the bud.
I just happen to notice that someone cut a hole the size of a fist in the stall and wrote "for BJ, stick cock here" with an arrow pointing to the hole. I chuckled an thought "someone is pretty damn funny ha ha".
I keep carefully and painstakingly breaking up the bud.
Then I heard footsteps. I'm paranoid. The last thing I need is to be busted rolling a doob in between classes. So I freeze. I mean, I don't even breathe when this guy sits in the stall next to me.
A few minutes go by. I notice his white nike shoes. I'm kinda freaking out. I start thinking "how long is this dude gonna shit for, what the hell!".
He stands up and I'm thinking "great, I can finish this freaking J... Whew!". The next thing I know a throbbing hard cock is sticking through the fucking hole!!!
HOLY SHIT WTF!!!!
I flipped. I almost lost all the bud trying to chase this sick mofo.
I later learned that was just a glory hole...
Prosecutor: "... And that gave you the right to squeeze lemon juice in the paper cuts you gave him on his nipples after you urinated in his ears and hung him by his finger nails?"
ROFL! no way, i call BS:bs: no way this story every happened! I did lol though.
i used to go to bally which became l.a. fitness or as i came to call it, el gay fitness. the one i went to in pasadena has the whole shower/sauna/hot tub/faux spa vibe set up in there so now and then, i'd sit in the dry sauna or the steam one. every time, without fail, there's always some dude in there lurking and trolling.. you're sitting there on the bench, rolling solo, towel on (curse the guys who sit in there naked, jesus what is wrong with you?) and some small filipino man comes in there naked and sits next to you on the bench. i'm staring straight ahead, planning my exit and i can just feel this guy's eyes on me. sometimes i'd be like "why are you staring at me?" just totally put them on the spot and then they look away, awkwardly thinking "guess he doesnt want to hook up".. sometimes the guy tries to make broken english small talk.. like, dude are you kidding me? why are you talking to me right now?
other times you get the guys that sit in there for way too long, just pouring sweat and doing all this weird shit like methodically and aggressively wiping the sweat off their limbs, slapping themselves.. its disgusting. why can't they just sit there? people are disgusting, period. little gay filipino men that lurk in the sauna portion of el gay fitness are terrible. gym story? no. gym observations.. the hollywood bally total fitness was worse. just full-on aggressive gay pick up scene. suggestively grasping the handles of the bench press machine and staring.. you want to be like "dude, does that shit actually work?!" like I'm going to be like "hello there... i couldn't help but notice the way you were playfully gripping the treadmill bars.. wanna hang out?"
now we go to the verdugo Hills YMCA in la canada, which is a really nice facility.. family place.. totally bland, no creeps. mid 40s housewives or divorcees with fake boobs, just working for it on the machines..
^^^ it's damn near straight from the movie Sex Drive with some details changed.
I hate all the old man dong in the change rooms. When walking to and from the shower wear your god damn towel. I don't need to see your dick. Also when you're shaving or doing your hair wear a towel, this isn't your house.