GhosT^x0
07-30-2004, 05:22 PM
This guy is my new hero
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I had a date last night, and it turned out to be fairly uneventful. She looked hot and all, but it was a bit of a struggle trying to get through the "first date question and answer session." We chilled at a cool bar on the water for about an hour, and then called it a night.
I didn't quite "call it a night" though. After I left my date, I dialed up a few friends and met them out. There were beautiful babies everywhere. Thanks to a friend of mine, I was a big hit with the chicks after throwing his line on them;
Me: "Hey, can I tickle your belly button?"
Chicks: "OK" (then they would expose it awaiting the tickle)
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry. I meant I wanted to tickle it from the inside." (Me smiling)
Anyhoo, I thought I had this slightly plump, but cool and pretty with big tits chick lined up, but I lost her. I ended up going to my friends condo because he had a whole posse of *****es that were supposed to be there.
I got to his place and, sure enough, it was on. There were 6 girls there, and 4 of them were pretty smokin'. I proceeded to touch each of them inappropriately, and made out with three of them. After many more beers, and a few shots of tequila, I passed out.
This morning, I awoke with a headache, and wasn't quite sure where I was. There was one girl semi-spooning with me, and two chicks on the other side of the room spooning with eachother. Needless to say, that was all I needed to see. I immediately headed for the bathroom so I could jack my dick before I had to drive back home.
As I got in the bathroom, I realized that I had to ****. I sat on the toilet and started to ease out a log or two. While I was sitting there, I realized that there was a girl's thong balled-up on the bathroom floor in front of me. "****in' A," I said to myself. "This is perfect." My plan was to finish ****ting, and then masturbate as I took a good, long whiff of the thong and pictured the two chicks spooning.
I finished ****ting and wiped my ass three or four times. I remained on the toilet and reached down and picked up the black and red, tiger-striped thong. I unballed it, exposed the *****-protecting portion of it, and gently stroked my **** while totally ignoring the stench of my own ****. As my little crank got semi-hard, I slammed the ***** portion of the thong against my nostrils, and inhailed as deeply as I could.
As soon as I breathed in, I smelled the most ****ing rotten ***** smell that I've ever experienced in my life. It smelled like a mixture of rotten eggs, an entire boat full of dead fish, baby **** and smelling salts. I almost broke my neck as I backed away from it, and when I did, I then smelled my own **** again. The combination of the wretched *****, my own ****, and the fact that I was hung over and could taste tequila, brought on a projectile vomit like no other. I didn't want to spray it all over the bathroom, so the only thing that came to mind was to try to catch it with the stinky thong.
So, there I sit on the toilet hungover, with a hard ****, the smell of **** in the air, and a handful of puke and a stanky-*****-soaked thong that is now also covered in vomit. I tried to regain my composure, stood up, threw the thong in the tub, washed my hands in the sink, and got the **** out of there.
Today kinda started off on the wrong foot, but I think I'll jerk my ****, take a nap, and wake up with a fresh attitude.
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I had a date last night, and it turned out to be fairly uneventful. She looked hot and all, but it was a bit of a struggle trying to get through the "first date question and answer session." We chilled at a cool bar on the water for about an hour, and then called it a night.
I didn't quite "call it a night" though. After I left my date, I dialed up a few friends and met them out. There were beautiful babies everywhere. Thanks to a friend of mine, I was a big hit with the chicks after throwing his line on them;
Me: "Hey, can I tickle your belly button?"
Chicks: "OK" (then they would expose it awaiting the tickle)
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry. I meant I wanted to tickle it from the inside." (Me smiling)
Anyhoo, I thought I had this slightly plump, but cool and pretty with big tits chick lined up, but I lost her. I ended up going to my friends condo because he had a whole posse of *****es that were supposed to be there.
I got to his place and, sure enough, it was on. There were 6 girls there, and 4 of them were pretty smokin'. I proceeded to touch each of them inappropriately, and made out with three of them. After many more beers, and a few shots of tequila, I passed out.
This morning, I awoke with a headache, and wasn't quite sure where I was. There was one girl semi-spooning with me, and two chicks on the other side of the room spooning with eachother. Needless to say, that was all I needed to see. I immediately headed for the bathroom so I could jack my dick before I had to drive back home.
As I got in the bathroom, I realized that I had to ****. I sat on the toilet and started to ease out a log or two. While I was sitting there, I realized that there was a girl's thong balled-up on the bathroom floor in front of me. "****in' A," I said to myself. "This is perfect." My plan was to finish ****ting, and then masturbate as I took a good, long whiff of the thong and pictured the two chicks spooning.
I finished ****ting and wiped my ass three or four times. I remained on the toilet and reached down and picked up the black and red, tiger-striped thong. I unballed it, exposed the *****-protecting portion of it, and gently stroked my **** while totally ignoring the stench of my own ****. As my little crank got semi-hard, I slammed the ***** portion of the thong against my nostrils, and inhailed as deeply as I could.
As soon as I breathed in, I smelled the most ****ing rotten ***** smell that I've ever experienced in my life. It smelled like a mixture of rotten eggs, an entire boat full of dead fish, baby **** and smelling salts. I almost broke my neck as I backed away from it, and when I did, I then smelled my own **** again. The combination of the wretched *****, my own ****, and the fact that I was hung over and could taste tequila, brought on a projectile vomit like no other. I didn't want to spray it all over the bathroom, so the only thing that came to mind was to try to catch it with the stinky thong.
So, there I sit on the toilet hungover, with a hard ****, the smell of **** in the air, and a handful of puke and a stanky-*****-soaked thong that is now also covered in vomit. I tried to regain my composure, stood up, threw the thong in the tub, washed my hands in the sink, and got the **** out of there.
Today kinda started off on the wrong foot, but I think I'll jerk my ****, take a nap, and wake up with a fresh attitude.
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