Stage 5 Squirter

I was out having a few brewskies with a guy friend of mine this weekend and we got to talking about what we always talk about - a derivative of something sexual.

He was telling me about his first experience with a squirter (I am fascinated by the whole concept). Years ago, he was living over in Daytona with a few other guys. During Bike Week, one of the guys’ girlfriends brought a group of her friends over to party for the night. The couches were full and there were a few air mattresses full of bodies, as well.

A girl that had been particularly fond of him earlier in the evening surprised him with a visit to his bed when the lights went out. They hit it and she expelled a large amount of bodily fluid. Oh god, I am dry heaving just typing this.

In the morning, the girls all packed up to go - and his bed was still completely soaked. The second he heard the front door shut he started running through the house gathering all the guys.

"I had a squirter!! You have got to see this!!"

He was holding up the duvet and showing the 3 roommates the foot and a half wet-spot when the girl walked back in his room, her words stopping short as she said she forgot her purse. There he was, hands clenching and lifting a wet blanket, showing his trophy to a room full of men.

Suzie Soak the Sheets ran out of the house without saying a word. He shamelessly called her later to see if she would squirt him, I mean see him again. Needless to say, that was a lost cause.

Stupid boys.