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I just wanna know what people would think of this. Is it weird or is it normal. Obviously can't say it to anyone in real life.
So the year was 2023. I had a flight from Paris. As you may know, the Paris airport is one of the busiest in the world so you can meet all sorts of people from everywhere. There was one group that had my attention though... the BBCs. I stared at every BBC that was passing by me and if they were wearing sweatpants I'd stare to see if there's a BBC bulge down there. Thankfully none of them caught me watching. However
I was sitting on a bench near my gate and there was a toilet across. I saw two very black BBCs heading towards it and I immediately knew what I had to do. I headed straight towards the WC with a clear plan - check out the BBCs' BBCs. When I entered, one of the BBCs unfortunately went to the sink but I was in luck. The other one went to take a piss and I followed just behind him. I pulled my pants just a meter away from the toilet he was using and whipped out my embarrassingly small SWC. I usually go to the private toilets anytime I'm in public but this time it was only the BBC taking a piss and I was on a mission so I had to use the public ones, I don't know the exact name. I was pretending I was taking a piss because I had just taken one 20 minutes ago. I tried micro glances for 0.5 seconds to look at what the BBC is packing. I didn't wanna get caught staring for longer. The BBC would have probably chimped out.
When I finally managed a good look because the BBC was looking at his friend for a second... I was... disappointed. The BBC was holding his BBC and his hand had covered the whole BBC. Usually, it'd cover like half of it and the rest would be swinging in glorious fashion. I couldn't see anything. It wasn't a BBC like I imagined it would be. The BBC finished up and brought the BBC back to his pants and headed away with his other BBC friend.
I've never told anybody this before. I was hoping to see a BBC in real life. We barely have any BBCs in the Balkans so I can't just go for the proven way of going to a gym and waiting for a BBC to enter the changing rooms. Luck let me down this time.
So the year was 2023. I had a flight from Paris. As you may know, the Paris airport is one of the busiest in the world so you can meet all sorts of people from everywhere. There was one group that had my attention though... the BBCs. I stared at every BBC that was passing by me and if they were wearing sweatpants I'd stare to see if there's a BBC bulge down there. Thankfully none of them caught me watching. However
I was sitting on a bench near my gate and there was a toilet across. I saw two very black BBCs heading towards it and I immediately knew what I had to do. I headed straight towards the WC with a clear plan - check out the BBCs' BBCs. When I entered, one of the BBCs unfortunately went to the sink but I was in luck. The other one went to take a piss and I followed just behind him. I pulled my pants just a meter away from the toilet he was using and whipped out my embarrassingly small SWC. I usually go to the private toilets anytime I'm in public but this time it was only the BBC taking a piss and I was on a mission so I had to use the public ones, I don't know the exact name. I was pretending I was taking a piss because I had just taken one 20 minutes ago. I tried micro glances for 0.5 seconds to look at what the BBC is packing. I didn't wanna get caught staring for longer. The BBC would have probably chimped out.
When I finally managed a good look because the BBC was looking at his friend for a second... I was... disappointed. The BBC was holding his BBC and his hand had covered the whole BBC. Usually, it'd cover like half of it and the rest would be swinging in glorious fashion. I couldn't see anything. It wasn't a BBC like I imagined it would be. The BBC finished up and brought the BBC back to his pants and headed away with his other BBC friend.
I've never told anybody this before. I was hoping to see a BBC in real life. We barely have any BBCs in the Balkans so I can't just go for the proven way of going to a gym and waiting for a BBC to enter the changing rooms. Luck let me down this time.
