In which I convince myself I have a skin disease.
When I was about 13 I could muster a much higher pressure, (whereas now I'm lucky if it goes any further than her premolars). So when practising my new-found hobby, I had to be careful where I pointed. Having my early morning tug, I was learning how to ride the clutch which unbeknown to me, was a sure fire way of cranking up the pressure. I reached the point where the slightest movement of my diamond cutter would push me over the edge, and I did the slightest movement. 'Thar she blows'. Jesus that was incredible, it was the first time I actually made an involuntary noise.

In the climactic throes of my me-some, I wasn't careful where I was pointing and I saw it arcing my way. I ducked to one side, but it still caught me on the side of my jaw and my neck which is a brain-curdling feeling. My first thought was 'does this mean I'm gay?'.

I looked around for something to wipe it off. I thought I might have had the towel from my bath the night before, but it wasn't there. I decided I should make a dash for the bathroom before anyone woke up. Just as I was about to sit up, I heard my mum leave her room and go into the bathroom first. Arse! I thought. Now, post-ejaculation, as any man will testify, one can get quite sleepy. I was no exception that morning and I actually dozed off, with spluff on my neck.

I awoke maybe an hour later and as I sat up, the skin on my neck felt tight. "what the hell?" I thought, before I realised.
"Ughh!" doesn't even come close. I dashed to the now empty bathroom, looked in the mirror and it looked like I had eczema.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Mon 21 Feb 2011, 15:01, 3 replies)

Me-some! Clicks for that.

(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Mon 21 Feb 2011, 21:03, closed)

^ this!

( Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...", Tue 22 Feb 2011, 9:33, closed)

Yeah
made me chuckle *click*
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 12:11, closed)