You women have been very fourthcoming?
In your chat about secret womens stuff, so I thought I would share a little story about a bus driver by the name of Stan.
Stan used to work at the airport, as I did also at the time.
Now stan wasn't the most goodlooking or lively of fellows but he had a claim to fame.
He had a large.... you know... I don't have to say it to I?
Best not, but... you know... what.

Anyway, as is often the case when a man has large assets, he seems compelled to let as many people into his little secret as is possible, so Stan made it common practice to drop his willy (there I've said it...Embarrasing!)out, as often as he could so as to make it known that he had a whopper.
It was not uncommon for Stan to walk into the lunch room and try to push his trudgeon into an unsuspecting ear, mush to the annoyance of anyone present.
And this little ritual he had made his own, as boys will be boys, and boy! he was Big.
Now all was well and good as It were, when Stan was young as he had no trouble in erecting his monument of masculinity,..... but nature lays in wait.... a mans ego to deflate.

We all noticed a change had come over Stan, he had grown quiet, he would sit in the corner sipping tea, and we noticed it had been some time since his todger had made an appearance at the lunch table.
No one was eager to broach the subject, you understand, I for one didn't miss being poked in the eye when I turned to see what was rustling near my ear.
So things went on as they do, us males don't usually talk tackle, you understand.

Eventually, Stan broke down, and confided with a couple of the more sensitive and understanding of out team.
I remember the time, oh how we laughed.
It appeared that when Stan would get EXCITED (you know...The term at the time was "crack a fat")
He would faint!
He was told that the rush of blood from his brain to his groin was causing this problem.
This reaked havoc with his love life, as it appeared he would rather sleep than throw the leg.
Like most people with a problem he seemed to come to terms with it.
Now I believe a little good comes out of everything, and once the rest of the crew heard of his plight,they certainly became more content with their (little) lot.
BLOODFLOW from the brain? I can pump it up, and scarcely drop an eyelid,sympathy never was a male strongpoint.
These were the days pre viagra,but I expect even that wouldn't have helped, he COULD get it UP, but it got him DOWN.
Poor fellow...Stan.
You notice that the male always talks of ANOTHER male...funny that.
Life does have its ups and downs.
Spider Tom