Yesterday I decided enough was enough. I hid in the trash can,
 

burying myself in paper towels. Maybe a half hour passed and finally the guy was there. I was all numb end stuff. I looked up and before i knew it his gaping maw unleashed a waterfall of chocolate moose into my goateed mouth. It spattered my face, my eyes and I cried aahhhh at the bliss of it. I said it too loud cause he jumped and I heard peanuty goodness spatter the floor.

lmao...your posts are beautifully twisted. Grotesquely artistic. ;)

This guy at my gym gives himself bulb enemas over a trash can. He sort of does it in the bathroom alcove where he thinks no one is watching. He sort of grunts and moans says its part of a free and clear fitness plan. I thought it was kinda nasty. After awhile I started getting totally hard. I'm not gay, I chanted to myself. Until yesterdays breaking point.

interesting experience. You are living an exiting life :)

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