Original ID : 3909 Created On : 2004-10-13 Last Modified : 2005-05-01
Dewy Gibbon, the dedicated onanist, ended up in the same class as me at sixth form college. In a unilateral bonding session, he decided to tell me more of his one-man sexploits.
He told me that he enjoyed wanking wearing a condom, as it was ‘practice for the real thing’. But you had to be careful, as johnnies didn’t always flush away down the loo.
His dad once found one of Dewy’s spunk filled rubbers floating in the bog, and to spare his son’s blushes, he fished it and put it in the bin.
Unfortunately, Dewy’s mum then found it and demanded of her husband an explanation. To save his own skin, Dewy’s dad grassed him up and Dewy had to face his parents, and explain that he wasn’t having sex, but just poshing it around the house at every possible opportunity.
But it doesn’t end there. It should, but it doesn’t. Dewy went on to say that we couldn’t be sure that he hadn’t left floating johnnies in his grandmother’s house.
I don’t know what’s more disturbing;
an old woman poking at a floating, spunky sheath
the fact that Dewy, on hearing that he was going to visit his grandmother, had grabbed a condom and said " this calls for a wank! "