Gays, we are a funny breed. Just when I think I’ve heard it all, every form of game play, someone comes along and surprises me.
So there I am enjoying my night at Matinee in its new, well new for me, venue Cable. After an agonising wait in the toilet queue some idiot decided to jump in front of the person at the head of the queue, please note I was second in line. Whilst the rather ravaged creature in front allowed this to happen I was having none of it. But the gentlemen in question didn’t push in to go to the toilet. Oh no, instead with the door open he stood on the seat and leaned over the partition to have a conversation with whoever was next door. When I asked him in my kindest voice to “get the fuck out of there”, he replied that he would only be a minute. So I extended my invite again and told him to either get out or I would go in and release my bodily fluid in the bowel and if it hit his jeans than so be it.
He of course ignored this and I therefore ignored him and went to relieve myself. A few seconds later he jumped down and decided to engage in a conversation. So me, with my cock in one hand and my mind elsewhere attempted to listen and than it came. Oh the humour.
It transpires that the gentlemen, lets call him Einstein, who I was sharing a cubicle with was actually talking to his date in the cubicle next door. It seems that Einstein liked this guy so much that he took him on a date to that most romantic of destinations; Matinee and asked two of his friends to ‘try it on with him’. Oh yes, the good old fashion entrapment tactic.
But Einstein informed me with delight that his date passed both tests. “Congratulation” I retorted, “that is great news, now please can I be left alone to finish my wee”? But alas no, it seems Einstein’s lover didn’t pass the third test and was in fact next door fucking someone else – picture the romantic scene!
Looking at me for sympathy, Einstein didn’t find any. Instead what I pointed out is that the only person who ever gets hurt by games is those who start them. If he spent more time enjoying his lovers company than trying to make him slip up this may never have happened and rather than getting on my last nerve and interrupting my piss they could both be on the dance floor snogging each others face off.
Games, why do gays love to them so much?
So there I am enjoying my night at Matinee in its new, well new for me, venue Cable. After an agonising wait in the toilet queue some idiot decided to jump in front of the person at the head of the queue, please note I was second in line. Whilst the rather ravaged creature in front allowed this to happen I was having none of it. But the gentlemen in question didn’t push in to go to the toilet. Oh no, instead with the door open he stood on the seat and leaned over the partition to have a conversation with whoever was next door. When I asked him in my kindest voice to “get the fuck out of there”, he replied that he would only be a minute. So I extended my invite again and told him to either get out or I would go in and release my bodily fluid in the bowel and if it hit his jeans than so be it.
He of course ignored this and I therefore ignored him and went to relieve myself. A few seconds later he jumped down and decided to engage in a conversation. So me, with my cock in one hand and my mind elsewhere attempted to listen and than it came. Oh the humour.It transpires that the gentlemen, lets call him Einstein, who I was sharing a cubicle with was actually talking to his date in the cubicle next door. It seems that Einstein liked this guy so much that he took him on a date to that most romantic of destinations; Matinee and asked two of his friends to ‘try it on with him’. Oh yes, the good old fashion entrapment tactic.
But Einstein informed me with delight that his date passed both tests. “Congratulation” I retorted, “that is great news, now please can I be left alone to finish my wee”? But alas no, it seems Einstein’s lover didn’t pass the third test and was in fact next door fucking someone else – picture the romantic scene!
Looking at me for sympathy, Einstein didn’t find any. Instead what I pointed out is that the only person who ever gets hurt by games is those who start them. If he spent more time enjoying his lovers company than trying to make him slip up this may never have happened and rather than getting on my last nerve and interrupting my piss they could both be on the dance floor snogging each others face off.
Games, why do gays love to them so much?
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