Have you ever been in one of those situations where you know you're behaving badly but just can't seem to stop it? You'll be with friends and someone will start something and then there's positive feedback from your friends. They carry on with what was started, and little by little your behaviour becomes outrageous.
It happened to me with a couple of friends, one evening. We'd been late getting out of the mall and had just missed a bus so we were waiting for the next one, just chatting and giggling the way girls do. We weren't kids. We were all officially adults, although I have to say we didn't always act that way.
Anyway, while we were waiting for the bus this guy comes along and stops and stands there at the bus stop, presumably waiting for the next bus. He glanced at the three of us sitting on the seat and decided not to sit down next to us, which was a relief. There was room, but he was a big man, and we'd have been a little crowded.
We ignored him and he ignored us. Just four people waiting for a bus. That's the way it would have remained if not for my big mouth. Let me describe this guy. He was pleasantly ugly and big, over six foot, over a hundred kilos in weight, and he was a solid mass of beef. He didn't look fat, just solid, the way a bull looks solid. He was also furry. It was a warm night and he wore a short sleeved top and his arms were exceedingly hairy, so thick you really could call it fur. He was clean-shaven, but you could see a clear mark on his neck where the shave had finished and the fur began. In my opinion you could see an orang-utan with less hair than this bloke.
"Did you know," I observed out loud to my friends, "that the male gorilla has a puny penis? About two inches long, I believe." I have to admit that I spoke loudly enough for the man to hear as well.
"I've heard that," said Sally, smirking and casting a glance at our neighbour. "It's surprising that something that big and hairy is so under endowed. Do you suppose all that beef is compensating for a lack in that area?"
"What I want to know is, do female gorillas have to give blow jobs?" This comment came from Marie. "I sort of think that the male gorilla would expect one, just to help get it up to a size where he can do something."
We kept on with the remarks, going a lot further than we should have, our voices pitched to ensure that the poor guy heard every word. It was all well and good while we kept it to a discussion of gorillas. That made what we were saying impersonal and the guy couldn't really object.
The trouble started when I pointed the topic directly at the man. I can't remember exactly what I said, but it was something about trained monkeys wearing clothes and catching buses.
The next thing the man was standing right in front of me with a very nasty look on his face. He held up a hand and slowly opened it wide and then clenched it into a fist. It was a very big hand and made a very nasty looking fist.
"I wouldn't want you young ladies getting onto the bus worrying about whether there was a gorilla on the bus. Unzip me and you will find enough anatomical proof to dispense your worries."
He had an amazingly smooth voice, like warm honey. The sting was in what he was saying. I glanced over at my friends.
"Ah, no need," I mumbled. "We weren't referring to you."
He had a dreadful smile and I was copping it full blast.
"I wasn't asking. I was telling. Now do it." While he spoke he also intertwined his fingers, flexing his hands. He was downright scary looking.
I looked at the others and they were studiously looking elsewhere. They were not going to help me. Then a hand settled on my head and turned it to face him. Damn, his hands were large.
"Ah, look, I'm sorry if we offended you," I mumbled. "We were just mucking around. We didn't mean anything by it."
"That's fine. And as soon as you've done your little check we can forget about it."
He wasn't backing down one inch. I knew he couldn't really do anything if I refused but I just wasn't game to bet on it. I stifled a groan, thought a very rude word at him, and unzipped him. I could feel what was in there, and it wasn't any two inch gorilla penis, let me tell you that.
"OK," I said quickly as soon as I'd unzipped him. "I'm satisfied."
"But your friends aren't. Take it out so they can see."
That changes the rules as far as the girls were concerned. They were now sitting up and watching me with smirks on their faces. Red-faced, I reached past his open fly and hauled his cock out to show the others. He was erect and he had enough there for a whole tribe of gorillas. I jerked my hand off him, wiping it against my pants.
Sally lost her smile when he took a step to the side and she found herself confronted by his erection.
"Take hold of it," she was told. "Satisfy yourself that it's the real deal."
She flung a horrified look at me and all I could do was shrug. She looked back at the erection gently waving in front of her face and tentatively reached out and touched it. His paw came down and caught hers and closed it over him, holding it there against him for a moment. When he let her hand go Sally snatched her hand back real fast, putting both her hands behind her back.
We both turned and looked at Marie, knowing it was her turn. She was looking defiant but we knew she'd take hold of it for a moment and pretend it didn't worry her. She got a nasty shock when he changed his request.
"You were the one wondering about gorilla blow jobs," he said. "I won't go that far. Just kiss me and we'll leave it at that."
The look on her face almost made the whole incident seem worth it. She threw us a hunted look but Sally and I were grinning like loons. She swore at us and then leaned over and places a quick kiss on the man's pecker.
