Suicane75
04-28-2012, 09:53 PM
So I'm sitting around all weekend watching the NFL draft, and all the clips of those fine young college boys has me all worked up, as I'm sure it did all of us.
Well my boyfriend was working down the shore this weekend so I headed west out Pennsylvania way to find some five minute love.
I traverse almost the whole state before I run into a suitable stud. He sort of resembles a magician and while I'm eager to get things going he just wants to talk about hockey, ewwww. Then he starts showing me how he grips a bowling ball and I'm a little nervous cause I'm a Tom Seaver, not a Carlton Fisk. As much as I want to find out the truth about whether hockey fans have bigger sticks, I can't risk having the tab on my can popped.
So I keep driving and eventually end up in Ohio at this little rest stop with just a couple of cars parked outside. I walk in and immediately spy a sugar daddy washing his hands. He looks over and gives me a wink so I figure this guy at the urinal is good to go. He's standing far enough away as to give me a good look at his Buckeye. I start to move my fist in an unmistakable fashion, alerting him to my intentions, but he doesn't shut off the faucet and hand me the pipe. I just keep waiting but as his last dribble drops, he high tails it out of there, leaving me disappointed. So me and the old man did it dirty in one of the stalls. Good times.
Well my boyfriend was working down the shore this weekend so I headed west out Pennsylvania way to find some five minute love.
I traverse almost the whole state before I run into a suitable stud. He sort of resembles a magician and while I'm eager to get things going he just wants to talk about hockey, ewwww. Then he starts showing me how he grips a bowling ball and I'm a little nervous cause I'm a Tom Seaver, not a Carlton Fisk. As much as I want to find out the truth about whether hockey fans have bigger sticks, I can't risk having the tab on my can popped.
So I keep driving and eventually end up in Ohio at this little rest stop with just a couple of cars parked outside. I walk in and immediately spy a sugar daddy washing his hands. He looks over and gives me a wink so I figure this guy at the urinal is good to go. He's standing far enough away as to give me a good look at his Buckeye. I start to move my fist in an unmistakable fashion, alerting him to my intentions, but he doesn't shut off the faucet and hand me the pipe. I just keep waiting but as his last dribble drops, he high tails it out of there, leaving me disappointed. So me and the old man did it dirty in one of the stalls. Good times.