Some years ago I occasionally used to take the train to a particular town on a Sunday morning following a warm, dry Saturday night, to go and, near that town centre, look on the ground around the bushy surroundings of a certain open space area, searching for used johnnies, of which there were always quite a number. The place had got quite a reputation for being a convenient spot where couples engaged in outdoor sex. If I found a johnny with a dollop of relatively fresh white spunk in the end of it, looking like in the above pic and before it started becoming discoloured, I'd there and then tip it over into my mouth and gobble it all down greedily. The not-so fresh ones I'd tie with a knot in the open end and store in a pocket to take back home for when I was feeling randy, and I'd mix them up together and make a cocktail out of them, perhaps warming it up a bit.
This particular 'hunting ground' which I used to visit wasn't far from an immigrant residential area where there were lots of families from the Indian sub-continent, so over time I must have guzzled down pints, maybe gallons, of Desi spunk, from particular favourite races of mine - though for actual cock fun action I prefer Indians as they tend to retain their hoods, unlike the Muslim Pakis who've had their cocks skinned.
Anyway, in the aftermath of 9/11. with all the suspicion and panic about Islamic terrorists, which is still prevalent, I'd heard that this particular town where I went became regarded as a hot-spot for bomb-plotting and related criminal activities, so police surveillance had been stepped up mightily, including additional CCTV cameras. So out of curiosity about 12 years ago I went to visit the place again - and sure enough, there were now cameras all over the fuckin' place. including around my favoured area - and those were only the ones I could see. Fuck only knows how many clandestine cameras were also trained around that and nearby areas. Not that if they caught me collecting used condoms that that alone would have been considered criminal, but if I was picked out and they questioned me as behaving suspiciously, and having already previously been picked up and interrogated twice by that very same police force - though for entirely different reasons (another time, perhaps) - I obviously didn't want to be making myself conspicuous yet again by becoming well known for visiting an area far from my home town, for whatever dubious reason. And so that became the end of that!
