1/05/2016

Load the Wet Sprocket

Story Sent in by Tammy:

Kenneth picked me up at my house for our first date. He asked if he could use my bathroom before we left. I guided him to a restroom near my living room and I waited for him on my couch.

He took a little while and I began to be slightly concerned when I heard him moaning from the other side of the bathroom door.

At first I thought he was in pain, but then I realized with a start that he was pleasuring himself.

"Aww... god... yessss... yeaaaaaaah... oh man, ohhh yessss... oh! Oh! Yeah! Oh!"

It was loud enough to hear across the living room. I debated whether or not to say anything. But then I realized that he had to know how loud he was being and that it wasn't unlikely that he'd be overheard. I also didn't like the idea of a guy I had just met for the first time doing what he was doing in my bathroom. So I knocked.

The moans and groans stopped at once. I asked, "Are you okay?"

The toilet flushed, the tap ran, the door opened, and he brushed past me, out of the house, into his car, and drove away without a word. At least one of us had fun that night, I guess.

9 comments:

  1. Well... what happened on the SECOND date?

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  2. "If I jerk off real quick before we head out I'll be able to focus just on her."
    Misguided and strange, but what good intentions. I think.

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  3. Shouldn't you be doing this at home?

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  4. Did you try some of his "hair gel?"

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  5. Another good reason not to invite the first date to your house.

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  6. And now, to crown the new Emperor of the A$$hats

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  7. *snap* {glug} >That's the sound of the rubber gloves going on, and a bottle of bleach being set down as I spent a few hours scouring the bathroom and tossing out everything that wasn't bolted down...and cussing at myself for being stupid for letting a stranger into my home.

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  8. I hope you didn't have a hamper or something in that bathroom. If you did, your underthings are probably missing now.

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