Funny how child hood is never far away when i try such delights from way back..i will probably buy some more tizer in the distant months ahead..i would hate to think that such a drink will vanish, so no future sticky pocketed lad cannot possibly wonder what lies within,when playing with his pocket money would he buy tizer or reach for the top shelf and buy some soft porn magazine....instead to feed his mind ribald dreams...i can recall the first time i reached for such, the magazine was called MAYFAIR.....thick glossy the pictures of nude ladies widened my mouth larger than gobstoppers,i recall also being shocked that ladies had pubic hair i found it astounding which just shows how indeed some of us coming through the 60/70's were still sitting under the mulberry bush plucking at fruit...the first time i saw my sperm shoot out was also a shock i can remember whose house i was in and where...all this in my 13th year....i thought about that, the other night as i was stood waiting at some function bar to gain another pint of foaming mirth..as i stood there the in rush of a group of young lads scrambled up to the bar top their tiny heads not even level to the split beer ouzing across the shinny glaze, swimming under heated light reflecting in barman's arms...money thrust up wards garbled requests shouted in this ruck one boy pushed too hard to the front pushing forward against the front boy whom turned around.."are you touching my pants,are you gay " i looked into my pint pot sighing, is this the bright future ahead you touch someones pants and your gay no wonder men can only hug in drunkenness and true grit sporting events...The world is written on the side of a can of Tizer..which reminds me to bump into someone and wait for the retort i do hope they have a big cock..HA...
Sunday 25th October 2009.
Funny how child hood is never far away when i try such delights from way back..i will probably buy some more tizer in the distant months ahead..i would hate to think that such a drink will vanish, so no future sticky pocketed lad cannot possibly wonder what lies within,when playing with his pocket money would he buy tizer or reach for the top shelf and buy some soft porn magazine....instead to feed his mind ribald dreams...i can recall the first time i reached for such, the magazine was called MAYFAIR.....thick glossy the pictures of nude ladies widened my mouth larger than gobstoppers,i recall also being shocked that ladies had pubic hair i found it astounding which just shows how indeed some of us coming through the 60/70's were still sitting under the mulberry bush plucking at fruit...the first time i saw my sperm shoot out was also a shock i can remember whose house i was in and where...all this in my 13th year....i thought about that, the other night as i was stood waiting at some function bar to gain another pint of foaming mirth..as i stood there the in rush of a group of young lads scrambled up to the bar top their tiny heads not even level to the split beer ouzing across the shinny glaze, swimming under heated light reflecting in barman's arms...money thrust up wards garbled requests shouted in this ruck one boy pushed too hard to the front pushing forward against the front boy whom turned around.."are you touching my pants,are you gay " i looked into my pint pot sighing, is this the bright future ahead you touch someones pants and your gay no wonder men can only hug in drunkenness and true grit sporting events...The world is written on the side of a can of Tizer..which reminds me to bump into someone and wait for the retort i do hope they have a big cock..HA...
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