listen, i've seen porn.
i know that there are monsters out there.
i am not one of them.
i had to shyt whilst driving on the thruway.
pulled into a NYS rest area.
new rest areas are being built and old ones renovated.
bout time, when i see the PA rest stops i'm impressed.
anyway, i cover the toilet seat with paper (as one does).
i sit down and proceed to shyt, then i gotta piss, so i'm
already on the can so i piss sitting down. then i shake
my joint around to get the drops out...that is where i
fukked up. as i whipped my meat back and forth for those
brief few seconds, my dikks length was extended by the
motion. its like a rubber band with something at the end
of it, it just lengthens. so my dikk touches water. now i'm
upset. who the fukk designed this thing? so i wipe my ass
and look at my potentially infected meat. should i put my
pants on and take the L? nay...i shall walk with my pants
down to the sink and clean my shyt like a gentleman.
i slow step it to the sink with my pants at my ankles.
i feel my meat rubbing against my thighs and start to think
that i should probably wash my entire thigh/upper leg region.
i put paper towel on the sink and rest my meat upon it.
got some soap and started going to town. ain't nobody around.
the parking lot here was empty so it was all good.
i thought...
random breh walks in and sees me cleaning my meat with one hand
and cleaning a leg with the other. we made eye contact and
i tried to hide what i was doing. the acute shame was overwhelming.
to brehs credit, he immediately soothed me with an understanding
look that i can only compare to that of a father who realizes that
his son needs help.
without missing a beat, he dropped his pants and revealed a very
simple yet effective way to avoid this in the future. he had a velcro
strap around his leg that secured his meat to his leg so he could
avoid my situation.
we didn't say a word to each other.
he slowly removed the velcro strap and handed it to me.
then he walked into the stall and locked the door.
i stood there for a few secs. i could hear him tearing toilet paper and
gently placing it upon the seat i had just shat upon.
the seat i had just soiled my meat upon...yet he goes unfazed.
i know that there are monsters out there.
i am not one of them.
i had to shyt whilst driving on the thruway.
pulled into a NYS rest area.
new rest areas are being built and old ones renovated.
bout time, when i see the PA rest stops i'm impressed.
anyway, i cover the toilet seat with paper (as one does).
i sit down and proceed to shyt, then i gotta piss, so i'm
already on the can so i piss sitting down. then i shake
my joint around to get the drops out...that is where i
fukked up. as i whipped my meat back and forth for those
brief few seconds, my dikks length was extended by the
motion. its like a rubber band with something at the end
of it, it just lengthens. so my dikk touches water. now i'm
upset. who the fukk designed this thing? so i wipe my ass
and look at my potentially infected meat. should i put my
pants on and take the L? nay...i shall walk with my pants
down to the sink and clean my shyt like a gentleman.
i slow step it to the sink with my pants at my ankles.
i feel my meat rubbing against my thighs and start to think
that i should probably wash my entire thigh/upper leg region.
i put paper towel on the sink and rest my meat upon it.
got some soap and started going to town. ain't nobody around.
the parking lot here was empty so it was all good.
i thought...
random breh walks in and sees me cleaning my meat with one hand
and cleaning a leg with the other. we made eye contact and
i tried to hide what i was doing. the acute shame was overwhelming.
to brehs credit, he immediately soothed me with an understanding
look that i can only compare to that of a father who realizes that
his son needs help.
without missing a beat, he dropped his pants and revealed a very
simple yet effective way to avoid this in the future. he had a velcro
strap around his leg that secured his meat to his leg so he could
avoid my situation.
we didn't say a word to each other.
he slowly removed the velcro strap and handed it to me.
then he walked into the stall and locked the door.
i stood there for a few secs. i could hear him tearing toilet paper and
gently placing it upon the seat i had just shat upon.
the seat i had just soiled my meat upon...yet he goes unfazed.
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