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Historic Coming

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 04 Aug 2001 2 comments
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by Seemeneeder I�m writing to tell you about an embarrassing incident I had. It happened when I was in Salisbury, England in a little Stonehenge museum.I don�t know why but about in the middle of the museum I got really really horny. Maybe I had had too much coffee that morning or something, but I got hit with the need really hard. I looked around for a convenient bathroom, but where I was there were none and my boner was really starting to strain against my fly. Well, I finally decided that it might be fun to find a little nook or cranny in which to spank it. The thrill of being caught took hold of me. I also thought that mine might be the only sperm this little museum has ever seen. I looked around the ceiling trying to scope out a place that I thought would not be covered by cameras. Finally, I found a little short hallway leading to a service exit that looked safe, so I pulled out my pecker and started pumpin�. Finally after a few minutes, under the warm green glow of the exit sign, my knees started to shake and I sent an arc of jizz landing thickly on the black marble floor. I squeezed the last drops of cum from my dick which was becoming flaccid once again and shook the sperm form my fingers. I finished my boy business and put my dick away. I thought I�d leave the janitor something to do so I left my little gene puddle there for him to clean. I had to pause a moment and admire the sight: dully reflecting the light from the exit sign, my semen splattered against the jet black floor. I finished the rest of the museum really relaxed and finally got to the end were there was a little gift shop. It seemed really crowded for how small it was. There were all these little middle-aged women milling around. I chose a couple of gifts for the family and went up to the counter and gave the lady there my credit card. After she ran the card through the machine, I looked up and saw that the entire wall behind the counter was covered in monitor screens and one of them right in the middle showed the short little hallway, the green exit sign and my puddle of cum, all clearly visible. I don�t know what the problem was but it took seemingly hours for that damn card to finally process and all that time the lady behind the counter refused to look at me. Just standing there, I started sweating like I had been running laps around the post card stand. Eventually the lady gave me my card and slip to sign, setting everything on the counter and sliding it to me. When I placed the pen back down on the counter, she stared at it in disgust. It took me what felt like hours to get outside.