Another gem from the Jasonaut vault. Careful ladies: sure, you’re just letting some guys video tape this now. Maybe they ARE older pervy freaks, but it’s fairly innocent. However within 10 years technology will be available for them to share this with the entire globe!, right about the time you may have settled down with families of your own. Luckily, they may be ethical enough to not use your full names, to at least hamper the google search.
Horny young fools with younger women. The girls love to come ‘hang out’ at the bachelor pad, and do so often (btw, there were several more not shown here). The men make their move, but to no avail (well, one of the three of us hooked up…often) turns out the girls only want the attention. Their ethics don’t prevent them from ‘dick teasing’. But one night, after some drinks and some Indigo Girls (or whatever that shit is playing in the back ground) to soften the mood, maybe they get talked into some silly stuff like this. Don’t get too wound up before you hit play….it ain’t all that.
But I got full on ’spatula fever’. I brought it back to the east coast, found some new fem buddies through which to work out the frustration. There was an era there, when some friends were living in the mattress factory, that once the drinking started - it was only a matter of time ’til the spatula came out. A woman even gave me one wrapped in a bow from christmas. There we were, dancing around to Abba or whatever, taking shots at one another and whooping, wiggling, and rubbing the red marks. Newcomers were often pulled into the game whether they liked it or not, it was their asses that made them worthy of spatula magic.
What I really wish I had is a video of that one Brazillian woman who’s apartment we randomly spilled over into on New Years Eve. They were all chic and well dressed, accepting of other unknown revelers but unaware of our dorky fun. I was biting my lip the entire time I was in there, the pancake flipper literaly vibrating in my coat pocket. She/her pooper was SO fine, and I simply didn’t have enough time (or balls) to socialize our relationship to the point of making the act acceptable; and I can’t just ’spank and run’, because it’s all about ’spank and spank again’.
Yeah, give ol’ Ahab a few drinks and he’ll tell you all about ‘the one that got away’….