Story Submitted by Irene:
James and I had completed dinner on our first date and were taking a walk when we stopped at a bridge and he turned to me.
"I have a problem, a sort of medical condition that you've probably noticed."
I studied his face and looked him up and down. Nothing stuck out, aside from a small mole on his forehead.
He said, "I get a lot of erections."
I couldn't help but glance at his crotch. It looked like any other guy's crotch covered in slacks. He said, "See?" and pushed his man-bits out towards me.
I nodded. I couldn't think of what to say. I asked, "Is that rough?"
He nodded and stepped closer to me. I stepped away. He changed the subject and talked about his job. I couldn't help but notice him edging closer and closer to me, which I corrected by stepping further and further away from him.
"Okay, I guess not," he said, and looked out from the bridge, then said, "Let's keep going."
We walked on a bit further and passed a gas station. He asked me to wait a moment while he ran inside to use the bathroom.
He was gone for a few minutes and came back out with a big grin and the words, "That's much better, now. If you know what I mean."
I smiled and nodded, but drew the date to a quick close and opted to not treat myself to a second time out with him.
12/14/2010
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Oh Sawyer, are you this unfortunate boy who suffers from chronic supplement-enhanced boners? I'm sorry she didn't see you anymore, but jerking off in a gas station bathroom is sketch as all get out.
ReplyDeleteWhat's really funny is that he kept getting erections all night and she couldn't even tell!
ReplyDeleteI guess he'd be great to have around if you liked to play horse shoes or ring toss?
ReplyDelete^^Or if you need a place to hang your hat/coat.
ReplyDelete^^^Or if you need to know the answer to 101-100 really quickly.
ReplyDelete^^^^Definitely caused a restrained "office lol".
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