Scotland 2025 Day 5 - How big is YOURS?

We’ve finally arrived in the Outer Hebrides. A mid afternoon departure on the Mallaig ferry with an early evening bike ride to the Tractor Shed Camping Pods.

We needed to get a move on as we had 40 plus miles into a headwind and heavy North Atlantic showers. We didn’t arrive at the shed until approx 11pm.

Bog basic facilities. Pod found in the late evening twilight and towels found in the do not enter room and we took it in turns to shower sharing towels and the like to keep the costs down. Brad the Lad had just soaped his shorn bits when the RCD trip blew leaving him fumbling for his monickers in the pitch black. Poor Brad.

There’s a lot if time spent waiting for or on ferries and a lot of time emptying oneself of the remains of that day wee wee wise or the previous days mastications and a lot of time too to check things out. After all in the mad rush from home its quite possible that something was forgotten or lost on the journey. It’s also been a while since we last saw one another so this is the time to do some close comparisons of our bits. Everything needs rather close inspection...

It’s mid afternoon with me and London Alan stood side by side with feet apart on some deserted roadside in the mountains looking down whilst furtively glancing sideways. 👀

WOW! says London Alan. That’s big! Yours is so thick! Can I touch it? He asks. Go-on then I say. OOoh yes says London Alan. Ooh thats nice and firm. Its a monster isnt it? Wow. It’s very knoblicious!. Oooh says Alan, I bet the girls like yours. Do you use anything to keep it up? Oooh you do! Ooh yes says I. Ooh says he. Ooohh we shriek together.

I glance across at his. It’s so smooth slim and firm I proclaim. Ooh how many inches is that?!! Really? I bet you can do some damage with that says I. And its black too! Oooh I never thought you would have a black one. Its just what I’d imagined every racing snakes was like. Ooh I’d love to see you angry with it. Ooh I see you’ve got two of them! Nice nice. I spin around and show him I have two too. Wow says London Alan. Are you a grinder? Oh yes. Slow and steady with a lot of thrust. Bet you go like the clappers don’t you? Oh yessss. Nudge-nudge wink-wink, say no more say-no-more!

We finish admiring each others bike tyres and with a shake we get back on our bikes. We have a fair way still to grind up the glens…. Stoppit now. Stoppit! You naughty boy! This blog is getting silly. Stoppit!

Just be British and show some photos.

AWWWW! OOOO KAAAY then. Here ya go!
























Ciao for now

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