Clitoris
Back in the gay when I was about 12-ish, I remember hearing a lot about this thing called a 'clitoris' and how hard it is to find, and how men are often such rubbish lovers because of it. So, being the thoughtful guy I am, I decided I'd get a headstart on it all, by learning allll about it before I'd even seen a woman's ladybits. Unfortunately, this was at a time when the only computer that could access the internet in our home was my dad's laptop. That didn't stop me from going on yahoo.com, searching 'Clitoris', and printing out several pages on how to pleasure a lady with your tongue. Well, when I say that I printed it, what I mean is that I pressed the print button. For whatever reason, nothing printed (the problem was probably something pretty basic , like the computer not being connected to a printer). A day or so later, my dad was fiddling about on his computer, and something started printing. Just as I entered the room.
"So Tim, would you like these pages on the clitoris then?" I stood there trembling like a leaf, my eyes wide like a rabbit caught in headlights. I left the room, saying nothing.

Fast forward to 7 years later - we now have a family computer where everyone has their own drive that no one else can access. My dad also has 2 computers of his own in the same room, which I think he uses for work. or something. I dunno, we never know what the hell he's doing. Either way, one day the internet stopped working; I did what I always did, which was to check if it was a problem with the family computer or with the router - I did this by checking if my dad's computer could access the internet. Cue me typing in 'www.' and seeing a list including 'Debbies Massages'. Being the curious young lad I am, I checked this site and found that it is in fact a prostitute site for our local area. Nice. (btw, can't remember the url; I'm at Uni now, so most pron-based sites are blocked. But I think it was www.debbiesmassage.com).
The way the computer screens are situated, I can see anything that my dad is looking at with a quick glance to my right, whilst he can't see what I'm looking at unless he gets up and stands behind me. A few days after finding the website on his computer, I actually caught him looking at it, while I was in the room. A few months later, he took a trip to Amsterdam by himself; I don't think he just went for the drugs.
(Mr Timmels, Mon 13 Feb 2006, 12:42, Reply)