Just when you think you've heard all you possibly could about Diffident David and his ever fascinating idiosyncrasies, he never fails to surprise us all over again by peeling away yet another thought-provoking layer of high neurosis. By now I should have enough scribbled notes for a little observational thesis on gay hysteria.
It should come as no surprise that he masturbates. Really, I think almost every grown adult male with a healthy sexual appetite breaks out the lube and plays with himself every once in a while. Yes, girls, that's all regardless of sexual leanings and committed affiliations. Think of it as a way of clearing the pipes on a bi-weekly basis, or even on a daily for the more virile amongst us.
And hey, sometimes you just ... got to when the urge suddenly strikes.
Seriously if you're a dedicated purveyor of hot male specimens such as the above, it's hard to resist!
So yes, David beats off as well. Though he obviously doesn't resort to the cheap tried-and-true methods of a hasty handjob since he has the fully functional Tenga ever available at home! Unfortunately for him, diddling with such complex gadgets and gizmos comes with its very own predicaments since silicone sheaths and such needs the occasional grease.
Which is where the lube comes in.
David : I've run out of lube.
Paul : Just go buy some.
David : I can't.
Paul : Eh?
David : I can't just head to the pharmacy to buy lube.
Paul : Eh?
David : I just can't.
After such an unequivocal statement, how could any of us resist prying?
And there we get another fascinating amalgam of angst, anxiety and apprehension all rolled up into one flat categorical refusal. Interesting how internal homophobia crops up in such sticky situations since there's the inexplicable bone-shaking terror that some strange someone somewhere out there would catch him in the ignominious act of purchasing lube and somehow manage to shame him.
Yes, even that disinterested acne-ridden cashier at the convenience store.
Like wut.
Of course it gets worse as David starts hysterically spinning off into the inevitable What If situations from judgemental colleagues to heinous enemies conveniently dropping by the store just to point their fingers and laugh uproariously at his scandalous predicament. All over buying lube. And here I thought most boys get over their initial jitters from buying condoms and lube a long while ago in high school.
For me, I'd have only one answer for them all. 'I'm using lube because I'm getting off. What about you?' Really, isn't that reason enough to be utterly envious?
If you ask me, to save him the aggravation it would be so much easier to use the spit on hand instead.
It should come as no surprise that he masturbates. Really, I think almost every grown adult male with a healthy sexual appetite breaks out the lube and plays with himself every once in a while. Yes, girls, that's all regardless of sexual leanings and committed affiliations. Think of it as a way of clearing the pipes on a bi-weekly basis, or even on a daily for the more virile amongst us.
And hey, sometimes you just ... got to when the urge suddenly strikes.
Seriously if you're a dedicated purveyor of hot male specimens such as the above, it's hard to resist!
So yes, David beats off as well. Though he obviously doesn't resort to the cheap tried-and-true methods of a hasty handjob since he has the fully functional Tenga ever available at home! Unfortunately for him, diddling with such complex gadgets and gizmos comes with its very own predicaments since silicone sheaths and such needs the occasional grease.
Which is where the lube comes in.
David : I've run out of lube.
Paul : Just go buy some.
David : I can't.
Paul : Eh?
David : I can't just head to the pharmacy to buy lube.
Paul : Eh?
David : I just can't.
After such an unequivocal statement, how could any of us resist prying?
And there we get another fascinating amalgam of angst, anxiety and apprehension all rolled up into one flat categorical refusal. Interesting how internal homophobia crops up in such sticky situations since there's the inexplicable bone-shaking terror that some strange someone somewhere out there would catch him in the ignominious act of purchasing lube and somehow manage to shame him.
Yes, even that disinterested acne-ridden cashier at the convenience store.
Like wut.
Of course it gets worse as David starts hysterically spinning off into the inevitable What If situations from judgemental colleagues to heinous enemies conveniently dropping by the store just to point their fingers and laugh uproariously at his scandalous predicament. All over buying lube. And here I thought most boys get over their initial jitters from buying condoms and lube a long while ago in high school.
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| Waiting for the lube to arrive? |
For me, I'd have only one answer for them all. 'I'm using lube because I'm getting off. What about you?' Really, isn't that reason enough to be utterly envious?
If you ask me, to save him the aggravation it would be so much easier to use the spit on hand instead.
2 comments:
Erm, e-commerce?
Well, as a few patients I have encountered once shared with me, one could always opt for Vaseline, although I believe it's probably going to create a mess, especially when petroleum jelly congeals with bodily fluids.
Or shampoo, but I think it will just create lots of foam, as well as irritates the perineal skin.
Or he could just walk into the store and confidently ask 'Lubricant apa paling best? Malam ini mau guna'. The confidence will probably put a pullstop to any further questioning.
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