Welcome to TMI Thursdays! As LiLu always says: Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!
So, several years ago my Sis had a bar-b-que and invited her really hot stripper girlfriend. Yea it runs in the family. Well, my Sis was like, yo,why don’t you and your girlfriend come over for some eats? I of course replied, hell ya! Well little did I know how hot this striper was. Lets just say perma-hard.
At this time I didn’t have a car, because my car exploded or something stupid like that, so I borrowed my Sis’s truck to pick up my girlfriend. Roll to the party and the stupidity ensues. So, come to find out this stripper is quite flirty, with everyone. Well, it seems I was not the only one turned on by this vixen.
Good times go by, but I had to get my girlfriend back to her place before her curfew. Riding home in my Sis’s truck, my girlfriend tells me how turned on she was by the stripper my Sis was dating. I was promptly told to pull over at a park before her house. Now, we are in an Isuzu Pup. Single cab truck. Tiny! Well, things get going and a little of this and a little of that happens. Next thing I know a full on hand job has struck a tune.
This is where it gets a bit “iffy.” She is way into it and needless to say, so am I. Next thing I know, things are full on. I mean that full on like in a porno scene. Then, I erupted like Pompeii! Full on porno load; it had been a few days, I mean what do you expect? Well, as things are coming to a close, she asks, “well, did you?” I respond, “oh hell yea!” “Well, where did it go?” Me, “whaa?” Yes, I blew a porno size load in all of 5 square feet and could not locate said, load. It was no where to be found. It was the Phantom Menace!
Drop off the girlfriend, and start rolling back to the party. However, before I rolled back I looked high and low for any sign of the load; no dice. Ended up back at the party and just kind of laughed when asked, “you okay?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my Sis that I “baptized” her truck. Well, until the next day while laughing my ass off and trying to keep it together long enough to tell the story. Still to this day the where abouts of that load are still classified as unknown.