Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2006 10:47:03 +0100 From: Ted Gay Subject: Waste Not, Want Not Think of all the good-looking guys, many of them straight, who just waste their spunk by jerking off and then cleaning up with a tissue, and flushing it down the toilet. OK, they may not be into gay sex, or willing to indulge in it for cash, but do they realize what they are flushing down the WC every day of their lives? A very valuable, much sought-after commodity. And not just spunk either, some gays into watersports would pay well for their piss as well. Yet it is all just flushed away, millions of gallons every day. With this in mind an enterprising gay should set up places where good-looking guys, gay and straight alike, can sell these valuable commodities to those who want to buy them. It makes sense. There are elderly gay men out there who may never have had sex for years, decades even. Many would be more than willing to pay for a really good-looking young man's spunk or piss. What other valuable commodity is just flushed down the toilet day after day? Here's how it might work. A place is opened where these valuable commodities can be bought and sold. The buyer and seller never have to even meet. Buyers one side of a two-way mirror, sellers the other side. The sellers are all given a number. The buyer picks out a number, then buyer and seller go in adjoining cubicles, which also have a two-way mirror between them. The buyer can see the seller, but not vice versa. In the apparent privacy of the cubicle the seller jerks off into a container and/or pisses into another vessel. He then puts the container(s) into a little cupboard in the adjoining wall, and the buyer collects it from the other side (the cupboard would have a door each side; each door can only be opened when the other door is closed.) The buyer pays before he goes into his cubicle, and the seller collects his cash after he leaves. Or sellers could be filmed giving their donations, which could then be carefully labeled and the buyer could come in at a later time and select the products he wanted from the sellers identified from the film clips. The latter system would require a high degree of trust that the enterprise had kept the right donations labeled with the right film-clips. Think of the wide range of donors/sellers there could be. Married men, absolute stunners, male models after some extra easy cash, policemen, soldiers in their uniforms. Even well-known film stars, though their products would be at a premium price! Who fancies some spunk from Brad Pitt, Matt Damon or Tom Cruise? They could autograph the labels so you knew it was really their donations. So there I am in my little cubicle. I've paid in advance for 20 samples of both spunk and piss from 20 absolutely stunning donors. One by one they come next door and I watch their faces contorted with ecstasy as first they jerk off. A very handsome soldier in his uniform, just back from Iraq. As he cums he says: `Aaagggh! Oh yeah! This is all for you, drink it you dirty fucking queer!' As I collect his spunk and drink it, I watch him fill a much larger container with hot piss. . As he puts it in the little cupboard he says: `Enjoy the drink, you peverted little shit. If I could get in there I'd beat the living daylights out of you!' As a special treat I have paid over £1000 each for a container of Matt Damon's cum, and a generous glass of his piss, which I watch him donating on video. Matt jerks off and moans with pleasure as he shoots his big load into the container. `Enjoy this, queer boy! Matt Damon's delicious spunk!' Then he pisses into the 1 pint glass and says: `This will cost you a lot of money you dirty faggot, but I hope my piss quenches your thirst. Enjoy the taste of Matt Damon's piss!' I collect Matt's samples, with his autograph on the label. I've seen a close-up of him autographing the labels on the video, and he's written a little message: `Drink my delicious spunk and piss and think of where it came from, you filthy faggot! In disgust, Matt Damon'. Of couse as soon as I taste Matt's delicious spunk and piss I shoot my own load, my belly full of the spunk and piss of 20 gorgeous straight men, plus one gorgeous film star, I know I could never get into bed with me. They go away a lot richer than when they came in. Waste not, want not, that's what I say!