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on bart (rapid transit)...i was wearing a pencil skirt. so it was clingy. the guy who i sat next to was rubbing his penis. i didnt want to take notice of it too much because god knows if he has an STD or something. but then i notice him getting closer and closer to me. but everytime i look his way, he turns his head. when i look away from him, he proceeds and has his leg up right next to mine. it was my stop.

 

i decked him in the face and got up and called him "you fucking son of a bitch pervert. i want you to fucking die bitch!"

 

people clapped for me.

 

i am getting bear mace and a knife.

 

i saw a guy pull out his penis for me and my sister. i told him to fuck off and put that sick shit away. he called me a slut. i called him a fuckign dirty whore.

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got dick

 

Well I live across the street from a corn field so I guess this is a country story....

 

 

When I was in 6th grade I ws spending the night over my best friends house and we started doing the girl talk story telling, like which boys you've kissed who you have a crush on blah blah blah 6th grade shit. Then out of no where she busts out with this story about sucking her dogs penis for practice. Yes you heard me right, my best friend used to give her dog blow jobs. And there I was spending the night over her house like uuuuhhhh you're joking right. She wasn't. I then got to listen to her tell me about how you turn a dog on and what doggie sperm tastes like. Needless to say we stopped being friends shortly after. I get the creeps just thinking about it.

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And many studies have found that 70% or more of teenagers have experimented with animals....................Your best country friend could be a prayer on animals......Shit they might even whip out a beastialty tape for you to wath when nothing good it on T.V.

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<span style='color:darkblue'>speakin of bart...:rolleyes:

 

one night while riding home from a friends house i noticed that i was pertty much the only one on the trian...well exept for this bum in the back.... i always rock a cd player for those long trips home so i cant hear what he's saying..even though he's talking to me... so i take the off for min to hear him saying..oh yeah fresh white ass... me tinking tha he's looking at a porn mag... thinkin nothing of it i go back to my music... then i see him stand up and looking at me even werider then before and with his hands gabbing his crotch.. me grabbin my mini bat.....then he started walking towards me and he's now unzipping his pants an pullin out his slong.. me standing up pullig out my mini bat saying "u get near me ill fucking club u dude!" his reply back "come one baby ima make u my bitch!" then he starts running towards me.. first reaction was i kicked him hella hard in his nuts.... then bash him in the face with my mini bat... the doors open for my stop and see his penis out of his pants while he's laying sideways on the floor..so for good measures i smash his penis with my bat and run!

 

i have a gay story but ill tell that one tomorrow...:D </span>

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT! Dev and I are running this thread, the all of a sudden, kettie comes with the worst story ever! Goddamnit!!!!!!

 

 

and this bart, when I go to San Francisco, I'm gonna ride it with a minibat of my own to protect you ladies. Fuck! I knew San Fran was perverted, what with the acceptance of gays and all, but Toronto accepts them too, and you guys sound like you got it bad. I'm a guy (obviously), so I don't get scared by most pervs. You guys, on the other hand, should FUCKING MOVE!!!

 

and kettie - sorry!:(

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now for the gay story

 

<span style='color:darkblue'>ok this happened over the summer spenind a few days in south city with a couple of friends.. we were at san burno park and we were getting high along the lil trails some people were coming so we decided to pack up and move futher into the park... it was me my friend his cuzo and their friend which i had just meet that weekend...anyways we take the trail that no one really goes down..thinking it would be the best place to smoke with out gettng disturbed.. well we were high as hell walking through.. talking joking and having a grand time.. darren was walking ahead of me, j, and his cuz... then all of a sudden darren turns around with the quickness starts high tailing it back the way we came..j confused from pot goes "darren what's wrong man??" darren turn to us laughin histaricly(sp) me and j's cuz looking at each other like wtf... then j looks ahead and sees what darren had seen and runs after darren now both laughin harder then before... me and ant walk towards them like whats going on?.... they soon calm down to tell us that there were two gays guys fucking up the trail...both had seen the one pumping the shit outta the other then outta no where they calm up walking and pass us with eyes of guilt... i swear ive never laughed harder... to this day the trail is now called "Ass Fuckers Point!"

 

 

 

i have another gay story involving a day at the A's game... but that'll be for tomorrow..:D</span>

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Originally posted by Weapon X

and this bart, when I go to San Francisco, I'm gonna ride it with a minibat of my own to protect you ladies. Fuck! I knew San Fran was perverted, what with the acceptance of gays and all, but Toronto accepts them too, and you guys sound like you got it bad. I'm a guy (obviously), so I don't get scared by most pervs. You guys, on the other hand, should FUCKING MOVE!!!

if you do come here, let me know! i would like to see some clubbing.

 

i do have other stories, but i just went blank.

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yeah, I'll probably reach there sometime. But for real, mOVE! it just sounds real bad over there. hell, ttc (our transit) has that kinda stuff, too.

 

that guy who was basically pushing up on you - they are classified as froteurs. I read some article in the papers about transit cops, and apparently a shit load of arrests have to do with froteurs. Makes sense - crowded trains and all.

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  • 2 months later...

So I'm at the bar, and my friend hasn't shown up yet. I sit on the stool and strike up a conversation with this older guy next to me. He's gay, but it doesn't matter to me at this point. He insists on buying me a pint, so of course, I agree. We chat for a bit, and he's a pretty chilling guy (although he's quite a flamer after a couple of drinks). My friend shows up, and the older dude decides to leave. He goes to the washroom, comes back, and tries giving me twenty dollars (I had told him earlier that I had lost 20 bones on new year's eve). It took me forever to finally get him to stop insisting, then we shook hands. The problem is here. I give him my standard "double pump" handshake, but he doesn't let go. He continues holding onto my hand, far past the normal handshake length. I didn't wanna cause a scene because it was right at the bar, on a dead night, he's a regular as much as I am, and the bouncer and everybody were right there.

 

 

How the fuck does one politely break away from a gay man's extended handshake?

 

 

And I don't wanna hear no "you're a homophobe" replies, because that just makes YOU sound gay.

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Originally posted by Canadiano

^^ damn. That would creep the hell outta me. Some snivelling, snarly, snide faggots (like the 'yes' man from A Clockwork Orange) visually raping someone is fucked.

 

men do that constantly. deal with it, - girls have to.

 

and weapon, as a young man, don't have long chats in bars with older gay men. duh.

 

 

"you're a homophobe"

 

 

 

 

I am gay:king:

 

 

j/k

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Originally posted by bodice_ripper

...and weapon, as a young man, don't have long chats in bars with older gay men. duh.

 

I try not to, believe me. But this guy is a friend of my buddy's mom, and he happened to be sitting on the stool next to mine. It's not like he really hit on me, because he knows I'm a hetero. I did yank away from him, though.

 

It just pisses me off when gays try too hard with heterosexuals. I bet this guy thinks he has a chance. Man is thirty years older than me, and a queer.

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Originally posted by BROWNer

yep, waiting around after school chattin' it up with some

ladies from class tonight, and while standing around, this focking guy waltzes up from nowhere with lightning speed and diddles my

motherfocking scrotum sack(through my pants). i didn't even have time to react

it happened so fast. and dude had sound effects to boot(kind of a high

pitched, super fast "boppity-bop!" as he diddled). i couldn't believe it..

he just straight up walked right up behind me, stuck his arm between my

legs and gave me a friggin' diddle as he walked by.

the complete absurdity of it all donned

on me within seconds, and, as such, a nonchalant 'what the fuck' washed

over me. i can see how this would piss somebody off real bad, but i didn't feel like kicking this guys ass at all, it was just

too fucking absurd and ridiculous, plus he vanished almost as fast.

when i got home i told my girl what happened and we both agreed that

planet earth is really quite fucking amazing.

 

 

 

 

Man, I had to. Gold~!

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Upon further reflection on the original story, I have decided that wearing biker shorts and taking a dump next to a random person is fucking awesome.

 

However, dude who rubbed one off next to 3 year-old Mams remains terribly unawesome.

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One time when I was but a wee 16 year old I

was cruising around random streets in the area

I lived in when I come to this guy wandering

out from (what I thought was) his house and

into the road to signal my car to pull over-zinski.

Me being the considerate and helpful person I've

become I follow his lead and see what bolo wants.

 

He asks for a ride to a gas station about 2 miles

away and seeing as though he seems like any

reasonable drunk at 2pm just trying to get where

he's going and I'm so neighborly I tell him to

hop in. My friend jumps in the back and Gary

grips shotgun like cervexes do diaphrams.

 

Anyway, in the 4 minute drive to where we're

going an odd chain of events transpire:

 

1. Gary insists on telling us about his black belt in Tae Kwon Do.

 

2. Gary starts talking about how he used to sell sterroids in the 80's.

 

3. Gary's 'business partner' was named Steve and Steve had a hard time kicking the habit.

 

4. Gary reminds us he has a blackbelt in Tae Kwon Do.

 

Now, this guy is telling us the same 2 stories

over and over at a rapid-fire pace... I figure

he's your average drunk cokehead who had

his glory days in the 80's and is having a hard

time letting go. Sentences like "...and so, so

I'm telling him, I tell him, I say 'Steve, if you're

going to get back into that,' I tell him, 'If you

wanna get back into that... hey, that's not for

me!'" keep surfacing.

 

Suddenly Gary lets us know 'Hey, I like you

dudes, you dudes are cool by big Gary. Did

I tell you I have a blackbelt?'

 

All of a sudden amidst the assurance of our

being friends Gary gets the end-all sleaze

look in his eye and makes a mean lean for

my hand that's holding the wheel and to put

a hand on my thigh...

 

Gary forgot the hetero comfort-zone.

 

I immediately get VERY serious and let him

know 'Hey, look buddy, you can talk all you

fucking want and I'll pretend to give a fuck,

but the second you put a hand on me things

get really in the moment'. I look back and

my friend is gripping one of my many in-ride

beaters and Gary suddenly gets the clue.

 

Anyway, I dropped his ass off at the gas station

right after the confrontation. He asked for

a ride to some place like 10 miles down the

road but I shot him down.

 

Gary had issues in volumes like Time Magazine.

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when i was 14, we met this dude skateboarding downtown and he said that he was a skater from back in the day and he wanted to get back into it. he was in his late 20's or so. he was saying shit like he wanted to know what kind of board he should buy and he wanted to take us out skating. none of us had cars so we were thinking this dude would be a good guy to befriend cause he could give us rides to different spots and stuff. we were always riding the bus or skating everywhere. so the dude asks my boy for his phone number and my boy gave it to him. a couple days later dude starts calling my friend--all the time, but he never mentioned skateboarding again. he'd call up at 11:00pm and ask if he wanted to go to denny's and get some milkshakes and shit. lucky for my friend, he had really strict parents and he wasn't allowed out of the house at the times when this perv would call. he'd ask if he had a girlfriend or just call for no reason. when my boy would ask him when he was planning on buying the board so we could go skate the dude would just say "oh next week when i get paid. so...what are you doing tonight?" it became obvious that this dude was a diddler. so he called my friend up one day and my friend asked him if he ever had any intention of skating or if he was just being a letch. so then dude just says "well have you ever thought of being with another man? how do you know you don't like it if you've never tried it?" so my friend hangs up on him. dude calls right back saying "just give it a chance." soon after that my boy changed his phone number. i saw the diddler walking around downtown a couple months later and threw a full blue raspberry slurpee at him. fucking poofters.

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ha. perverts are funny.

 

last summer some friends and i had a big hotel party that involved lots of alcohol and some other illegal stuff and random girls coming over. anyway, my best friend and i headed down to the french quarter to take drunk photographs of squatters and buildings and crap. so we're fried, sitting on the curb when this pack of gay european tourists walks by and one of them looks at me and goes "oh la la c'est jeune!" (oh my, it's young) and starts grabbing his crotch through his tight jean shorts while his friends starts fondling his asscrack.

 

i threw a hand grenade (a drink, people) at his head and he squealed in delight. i wish it was a real grenade. haha.

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This reminds me of a little story

 

At the beginning of this year (freshman year in college) me and 4 friends visit waffle house. Myself and someone sits in the booth facing the booth on the other side where a gentlman who looks like he has half a chin is sittin, puffin a cigarette, he just looks like a coke head. His mouth dosent open all the way when he talks like the guy from American Hotrod, you know who I am talkin about.

 

So, he is just sittin there, lookin crazy, and I start talkin about the crappiness of jaguars. My friends join in, and so does crack head.

 

 

Ch: You guys are talkin about the new jaguar, arent ya?

Me: Uhmm (feelin a little odd) yeah.

Ch: That car that since 3 years ago is supposedly unstealable.

Me: I guess so, not sure.

Ch: I jacked one last year

Me: Ok, what did you do with it after that?

Ch: I gave it back

Me: What? why did you do that

Ch: I just wanted to prove it could be done........

 

I thought that would be the end, but no, we continue to talk amongst ourselves, he chimes in again when we are discussing morphine.

 

(Still talking to my friends)

Me: Flinstones chewable morphine please

Them: Hahaha

 

Ch: Did you know morphine comes in a sucker?

Me: Umm, what?

Ch: Did you know it comes in a sucker?

Me: Ok, i guess

Ch: Yeah, it does, bout 100 street value.

Me: Ok, i thought it came in bottles, but ok

Ch: yeah, it does, about this big (hold hands up about the size of a 6oz can)

Me: No, it dosent, it comes in bottles this big (i make the size of a 400ml bottle, kind of big)

Ch: What?

Me: Look, im a pharmacy tech, i work with the shit all the time, i know how big the bottles are, how do you know anyway?

Ch: I used to be a drug dealer

Roomate: Why did ya stop?

Ch: A car accident that killed a 15 year old boy

 

akward silence----he stops talkin

 

 

then my roomate goes on to talk about how great mit's basketball team, as a joke, guess who chimes in?

 

 

Ch: Quiz, what famous rapper turned down a full scholarship to mit?

Me: The BIG TYMERS!

Ch: Wrong, will smith

Me: Are you jokin? Famous rapper, his movie career is much more acclaimed than his rapping skills

Ch: Have you heard his raps

Me: *Begins to sing Wild Wild West*

Ch: *says some other song*

 

 

well, that was the end of that, then, as we are leaving, he is darting us there "imma follow you home and kill you, morphine sucker style"

he was so damn weird lookin and the way he talked, damn it was akward

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Originally posted by onesecondple

This reminds me of a little story

 

At the beginning of this year (freshman year in college) me and 4 friends visit waffle house. Myself and someone sits in the booth facing the booth on the other side where a gentlman who looks like he has half a chin is sittin, puffin a cigarette, he just looks like a coke head. His mouth dosent open all the way when he talks like the guy from American Hotrod, you know who I am talkin about.

 

So, he is just sittin there, lookin crazy, and I start talkin about the crappiness of jaguars. My friends join in, and so does crack head.

 

 

Ch: You guys are talkin about the new jaguar, arent ya?

Me: Uhmm (feelin a little odd) yeah.

Ch: That car that since 3 years ago is supposedly unstealable.

Me: I guess so, not sure.

Ch: I jacked one last year

Me: Ok, what did you do with it after that?

Ch: I gave it back

Me: What? why did you do that

Ch: I just wanted to prove it could be done........

 

I thought that would be the end, but no, we continue to talk amongst ourselves, he chimes in again when we are discussing morphine.

 

(Still talking to my friends)

Me: Flinstones chewable morphine please

Them: Hahaha

 

Ch: Did you know morphine comes in a sucker?

Me: Umm, what?

Ch: Did you know it comes in a sucker?

Me: Ok, i guess

Ch: Yeah, it does, bout 100 street value.

Me: Ok, i thought it came in bottles, but ok

Ch: yeah, it does, about this big (hold hands up about the size of a 6oz can)

Me: No, it dosent, it comes in bottles this big (i make the size of a 400ml bottle, kind of big)

Ch: What?

Me: Look, im a pharmacy tech, i work with the shit all the time, i know how big the bottles are, how do you know anyway?

Ch: I used to be a drug dealer

Roomate: Why did ya stop?

Ch: A car accident that killed a 15 year old boy

 

akward silence----he stops talkin

 

 

then my roomate goes on to talk about how great mit's basketball team, as a joke, guess who chimes in?

 

 

Ch: Quiz, what famous rapper turned down a full scholarship to mit?

Me: The BIG TYMERS!

Ch: Wrong, will smith

Me: Are you jokin? Famous rapper, his movie career is much more acclaimed than his rapping skills

Ch: Have you heard his raps

Me: *Begins to sing Wild Wild West*

Ch: *says some other song*

 

 

well, that was the end of that, then, as we are leaving, he is darting us there "imma follow you home and kill you, morphine sucker style"

he was so damn weird lookin and the way he talked, damn it was akward

 

how is this a story about a pervert, sir

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Saw a dude jerking off in the bathroom at a family boat show at about 14. Got some friends together to kick his ass but he was gone.

 

Fucked a girlfriend in a stall in a crowded club.

 

Jerked off in the stall at work.

 

Been hit on by a couple guys. Not a big deal but one was rubbing my arm. I just pushed him away.

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I've never had any perverts do anything directly to me, but I've seen my fair share.

 

I remember when I used to go swimming at this gym up in Hollywood, I was about 12 years old. Well at the time before they remodled it, the boys and men had the same locker room. After I would get done swimming, I would rinse off in the shower to get the chlorine off of me. There was this old white guy, he looked to be in about his 50's, fat, gray hair, and balding. Obviously it's a locker room so people are going to be naked. But I used to wonder why he didn't even go work out, whether it be the weight room, the treadmill, pool, etc... instead he'd just hang out in the locker room naked. One time I was in the shower, and there were 2 Asian boys, possibly related; one looked to be about 10 and the other was maybe 7. The old fat guy got in the shower next to them and I overheard him asking them if he wanted to take a shower with them. Poor kids didn't know what the fuck he was insinuiating. And I didn't either, being very young and naive. So I just went about my business and eventually left, and didn't really think about it until a few days later and I told my father about it. My dad was pissed. I think he mentioned it to the gym, but I'm not sure. Well now that same gym has divided the locker rooms, boys 14 and younger have their own locker rooms.

 

I remember when I was in high school, I think 9th or 10th grade, and I was waiting at the bus stop and this Hispanic guy in about his 40's was in his car and was asking me about L.A. High... the school was nearby but I went to another high school on another part of the city. He was specifically asking me about a good place to park across from the high school so he can "watch" the girls getting out of school. That shit was weird. Like I would know. There is actually a park right across from the school, and I think he was talking about watching girls from that park and possibly trying to seduce them into his car. Weird, because who the fuck asks people about precise areas where he can conduct his perverted child molestation operations?

 

Weirdest thing I seen though was a black woman being chased by a white guy in his 50's with his pants down to his ankles and his boxers falling as well. I was about 11 or 12 then.

 

And on that same intersection at some other time in my life I seen a white guy, who could've been the same guy, at the gas station with nothing but boxers and slippers on.

 

People sometimes make no sense.

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ok so me and a writer friend were chilling in a carpark next to a seedy park and we decided to go and check out a little chill spot where i had done my first piece, some years ago...(still there amazingly).. anyway this place was junked out.. dirty needles, donation clothing and pornos strewn accross the place...

 

anyway we were confronted by the gruesome sight of three junkies going at it...

 

one guy was ramming one home while another was sucking another dude's dick. They had bleeding lesions on their faces and shit... it was truly revolting

 

needless to say we made a hasty retreat.

 

This reminds me of another time i was painting a chill, but somewhat seedy spot near my house, ( i copped my first bj down there from a hot little thing) anyway me and two friends are painting and this weird looking guy comes in...He chats to us for awhile and the conversation is quikly detoriating as it became obvious that this guy was fucked up...hes drinkin hard the whole time...

 

he mentions a prison stint... starts calling the pieces 'sexy'. it was fucked up.. this fucko was a nasty piece of work. offers me a smoke, i decline. I notice him talking to himself "NO, they are good people, dont do it." It was some gollem type shit for sure...

 

next thing we know he starts talking about how his dad cheated on his mum. THen he comes out with how big his dad's cock was. Soon he is pissing in some bushes and turns around to face with his fuckin cock out pissin everywhere, too drunk to know whats happening.. Then he propositioned my friend to go into some bushes. We weren't in danger or anything because we could have beat the shit out of him, but it was disturbing... I see that filthy cunt around the hood sometimes...

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not a perv story , but i saw a girl peeing in the middle of the street theother night while me and 2 of my freinds were riding to a local yard. anyway , it was weird because she clearly saw us comming , and so did her freinds , but she didnt care and pulled her skirt up and whizzed anyway.

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Originally posted by El Mamerro

Anyways, my mom told me that once when my and my big bro were really little (little enough for me not to remember it), we were playing in the outside steps of my grandfather's beach house, and some dude walks up and starts chilling with us, asking what our He-Man's names were and stuff. Mom got nervous and looked at the guy through the window. The dude just sat on the steps, chilling and talking, and my mom noticed he was bobbing back and forth. She starts getting suspicious and walks out of the house to ask him to leave, when she sees him with his face up, eyes closed, mouth open, kinda shivering. She looked down and noticed the guy was sporting a boner down the side of one of his legs, and had somehow managed to masturbate by moving it back and forth against his pants. He had jizzed all over his thigh. She screamed and raised high hell and the dude took off running. We kept playing with He-Man and friends.

 

I'm sure glad I don't remember that happening. Beer,

 

El Mamerro

 

 

Oh man.. thats fucked.

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