03-24-2014, 04:47 AM
Sigh.....
<shakes head slowly, contemplatively>
What, oh what, oh what, to do....
<shakes head again>
So here's the thing. As some of you good folk may remember, I once sent out, here on GS, a plea for advice.
See, at the farm, (which is a gay, bush-veldt, clothing optional, retreat at which I have a permanent holiday cottage,) there is this one dude who is a regular day / weekend visitor who visits from time to time, as and when he has finances and a lift, (If you kinda get my drift), allow.
Ohhhhhhh my gosh! 20 something, 5'8" - 5'10" slim, with a round cherubic face, black hair, green eyes, gorgeous lips, and a oh-so-slim almost hairless torso, a gentle little garden path almost nudging his navel, sporting a round, firm bubble-butt and definitely a bottom....
Thing is, he has the entire Lord's Prayer tattooed on his back, and every time I picture myself humping the living daylights (gimme a break, it's been about 10 years since sex) outa the bunny, I get the hysterical giggles, "thy ROD and thy STAFF comfort me" and "makes me down to lie" well, that kinda just reduces me to a 55Yo heap of giggley, flesh....
Common! you got to admit, doing the old bump-n-grind, with the usual sex grunts, foul language, fanny-farts, slurpin and other miscellaneous noises that goes along with good hot fornication while reading The Lords Prayer...
Well it's...
Well....
Disconcerting....
Downright unnerving......
Or as is the case, with my wacky sense of humor, enough to give you the bloody giggles for three straight days <No pun intended>.
Anyhow, to cut a loooong story short, my plea for help, back then, on GS, was how to get around this problem see'in as how I been after this ba-uti-ful dude since foreva.
And he's there for the having, unashamedly!....
Be that as it may, right as rain, plenty advice was forthcomming, (Thank you, one and all, with a special shout-out to Bow who was particularly, and very graphically I might add, helpful)...
So as it happens, in-spite of everything, this weekend past, opportunity presented itself!
A done deal.
Armed with all the advice from GS, and confident of victory, I was going for a home-run, and after much Dutch-courage, and flirting, and touching, and groping and shedding of clothing, sad to say, when the chips where down, <so to speak,> me an' me pecker ignominiously "collapsed".
Me into a wobbling mass of giggles, and my pecker, so embarrassed by this most untimely display of mirth, did a disappearing act of note, that, quite frankly, had me a little concerned, when I was presented with THIS..... (see thumbnail)
There I was, in all my <now missing> manhood, hysterically giggling, just like a bleedin schoolgirl. Bobby-socks, pig-tails and tears of mirth streaming down the cheeks....The whole nine yards....
You see, thus it came to pass, that in the final hour, t'was The Lord's Prayer that stood fast between me and "the gates of heaven"
So I'll never "enter" heaven....
<Big sigh> What to do.... What, oh what to do....
Sorry all,
Sorry bow <Starts to weep>
<shakes head slowly, contemplatively>
What, oh what, oh what, to do....
<shakes head again>
So here's the thing. As some of you good folk may remember, I once sent out, here on GS, a plea for advice.
See, at the farm, (which is a gay, bush-veldt, clothing optional, retreat at which I have a permanent holiday cottage,) there is this one dude who is a regular day / weekend visitor who visits from time to time, as and when he has finances and a lift, (If you kinda get my drift), allow.
Ohhhhhhh my gosh! 20 something, 5'8" - 5'10" slim, with a round cherubic face, black hair, green eyes, gorgeous lips, and a oh-so-slim almost hairless torso, a gentle little garden path almost nudging his navel, sporting a round, firm bubble-butt and definitely a bottom....
Thing is, he has the entire Lord's Prayer tattooed on his back, and every time I picture myself humping the living daylights (gimme a break, it's been about 10 years since sex) outa the bunny, I get the hysterical giggles, "thy ROD and thy STAFF comfort me" and "makes me down to lie" well, that kinda just reduces me to a 55Yo heap of giggley, flesh....
Common! you got to admit, doing the old bump-n-grind, with the usual sex grunts, foul language, fanny-farts, slurpin and other miscellaneous noises that goes along with good hot fornication while reading The Lords Prayer...
Well it's...
Well....
Disconcerting....
Downright unnerving......
Or as is the case, with my wacky sense of humor, enough to give you the bloody giggles for three straight days <No pun intended>.
Anyhow, to cut a loooong story short, my plea for help, back then, on GS, was how to get around this problem see'in as how I been after this ba-uti-ful dude since foreva.
And he's there for the having, unashamedly!....
Be that as it may, right as rain, plenty advice was forthcomming, (Thank you, one and all, with a special shout-out to Bow who was particularly, and very graphically I might add, helpful)...
So as it happens, in-spite of everything, this weekend past, opportunity presented itself!
A done deal.
Armed with all the advice from GS, and confident of victory, I was going for a home-run, and after much Dutch-courage, and flirting, and touching, and groping and shedding of clothing, sad to say, when the chips where down, <so to speak,> me an' me pecker ignominiously "collapsed".
Me into a wobbling mass of giggles, and my pecker, so embarrassed by this most untimely display of mirth, did a disappearing act of note, that, quite frankly, had me a little concerned, when I was presented with THIS..... (see thumbnail)
There I was, in all my <now missing> manhood, hysterically giggling, just like a bleedin schoolgirl. Bobby-socks, pig-tails and tears of mirth streaming down the cheeks....The whole nine yards....
You see, thus it came to pass, that in the final hour, t'was The Lord's Prayer that stood fast between me and "the gates of heaven"
So I'll never "enter" heaven....
<Big sigh> What to do.... What, oh what to do....
Sorry all,
Sorry bow <Starts to weep>