[raiders72002]

LargeMouth- You off the meds again?

[raiders72002]

JJGold

This would be about 9 years ago -- I'd just gotten a job in a new city, and so didn't really know anyone yet outside of work. I had a small bachelor apartment, which was almost completely unfurnished. At the time, I think I slept in a sleeping bag. I had a couch, a chair, a TV and TV stand, a lamp -- not much else. Sort of the bare essentials. No curtains either, by the way. That's important, so hold onto that.

As it turned out, the apartment complex I chose was in the middle of the gay district. Since I was new to the city, I hadn't known this. I'd been walking around town on my lunch hours at work, trying to find a place to live (I crashed at a friend's place my first few weeks until I found one). I eventually found a great-looking bachelor apartment, which was inexplicably $100 cheaper than any of the bachelors in the surrounding area. Hardwood floors, a deck, track lighting -- I couldn't believe my luck, and signed the lease right there on my lunch hour. It wasn't until my father brought the truck into town and helped me move in a week later, and we showed up to find two leather bull-queers necking in the lobby, that I realized what was going on. My father, I remember, gave me a long look -- waiting, I think, for me to officially come out of the closet right there in the truck. Much explaining ensued that I wasn't gay -- just an idiot who doesn't research apartments well.

As luck would have it, within a month of my moving in the landlord announced a total overhaul of all the decks by a construction crew. Suddenly the outside of my building looked like a war-zone, with lumber and cement mixers and dolleys running up the sides of the buildings. All the decks were ripped off the building, the doors were sealed up from the outside, and crews got busy laying the steel frame foundations for all the new decks. This took place over the course of months -- it's a thirty-storey building, with about eight apartments per floor, and a deck per apartment. So a little math tells you this wasn't finished in a day. As weeks turned to months, I stopped noticing them entirely.

One morning, I woke up hard, and I woke up early. Usually I trot off to the shower, have a little breakfast, get my shirt and tie pressed, and I'm off to work. This time I had a little time to kill, and so popped on the TV, found some hotty, got comfortable on the couch, and... well, started having some fun, if you catch me.

So I'm stroking away, and because I was already pretty revved up to begin with, it wasn't taking long. Tissues were at the ready. I revved up the pace a little, and...

...I orgasmed. Shot my load.

Just as four construction workers on a machine-lifted scaffolding appeared in my window to install my deck.

Sadly, I noticed this just before the load-shooting. As anyone who's shot a load or two will know, this isn't actually something you can stop. So, just as they appeared, and caught my eye, I... ejaculated in front of them.

Having done the deed, I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do next. So I very casually removed the tissues, gave a slight nod in their direction, as if to confirm their presence and pretend it was business as usual -- that gay construction workers watch me spank off every day from the window and this just happened to be their turn -- and casually waltzed into the bathroom.

You'd think this would be the end of the story. And well it should be, since it's already extremely, extremely embarrassing. And yet it's not the end of the story. Because since I'd rushed into the bathroom in a shamed state, I hadn't actually taken anything in with me. Like, say, clothes. I just had the underwear I was wearing. My only hope was to go about my morning bathroom routine very slowly, hoping they might move on before I finished so I could leave my bathroom and get a change of clothes.

I brushed my teeth. Hammering noises from outside. I showered. Drilling noises. I shaved. Silence. Ah!

I walked out in my underwear. The four of them were sitting around having coffee out of a thermos. Still there, of course. Still watching.

At this precise point I realized I'd simply have to get over this, and so went about the business of getting dressed in front of the construction workers. Pants, shirt, tie, socks. After I'd finished lacing up my shoes, I grabbed my briefcase and, turning to the window, gave a small bow.

They clapped.

That night I nailed bedsheets up against the windows.

[raiders72002]

on Coach

Ever hear the expression "No shame in my game?, well that is the epitome of JJ's philosophy. He lets it all hang out, and I?m not just talking about his belly. He says what he wants, when he wants, to whomever he wants too. A couple of older women sat next to us on the table, JJ immediately began flirting with them?, and talk about a natural bullshitter. He was telling these broads he was a Producer for Phillip Blunt.... the hottest young rapper out there, told him he had his own plane, limo, etc, and then after he had noticeably impressed these women he told one to pull his finger which she obliged only to hear the loudest fart I have ever heard, JJ was laughing his nards off, saying I gotcha, I gotcha (in the same way he said "I told you so?) talk about annoying.

[raiders72002]

at the Body Building Forum

Old 05-05-2004, 05:26 PM #8
jjgold
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Kid I like your style

I nailed a girl when I was 19 and it was very conventional in a bedroom with the curtains down and lights out. I was very nervous and had erectile problems and what was funny was my rooster could not get real hard and she was getting pissed off and she was real hot. I told her to keep sitting on it and pull my hair. It got a little hard but when she would ride me cowgirl it just kept coming out like 20 times and the intervals would last like 5 seconds only. It is hard when your rod does not stay erect. I mean she stroked it, blew it, and locked her thighs around it to get it hard. The fukkin thing went blue. We had a good rythymm for a while like 40 seconds and I came in her ear by mistake.

The girl was a rockette too from Broadway. I was nervous and just did not know how to react to her. She was older and her brother and sister were peeking in the door to see what was going on and they kep laughing at me because she would keep cursing me about my pecker coming on and calling me too inexperienced and a pussy that did no know how to fuk.

Boys I do not wish a small dick on anyone and has haunted me to this day with jokes and everything.

Women do not like guys with small peckers and it is not my fault. It is called genetics. I am a stud too, I am kind of depressed over my erectile problems.

Good Luck

ps: My first time was a dissaster and really always had issues in the bedroom and just makes me wonder.

[Mudcat]

I don't think there is anything incestuous about it. It's just a straight forward man-crush between pathological shill and blithering racist.

[raiders72002]

Mudcat- You just told me yesterday that you felt bad for screwing your third cousin.


If you feel that bad about it, then quit counting them.

[magnavox]

What is the purpose of starting such pathetic threads in the Players Talk section?

[BigDaddy]

Raiders i love those posts funny as shit

thanks

[BigDaddy]

What is the purpose of starting such pathetic threads in the Players Talk section?

have you read some of the shit posted lately? at least this is funny

[raiders72002]

BigDaddy- Nice to see you around here again. I hope you have a good football season and good luck with your contests.

[SBR Lou]

I support this thread. All work & no play = no good.

[Visitors]

Women do not like guys with small peckers and it is not my fault. It is called genetics.

[betplom]

[flyingillini]

He shoots much larger loads while watching keezmovies.