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britcrucio -> Being bummed upt wrong 'un. (6/10/2010 10:20:38 AM)
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Bye fuck tha can't do owt without the tinterweb police telling you yer wrong. I'm new to this and stuck it in wrong spot. So i've stuck it here. I don't have a fuckin clue where to put stuff.So to speak, I think i'm write this time though.
Warning; May contain stuff to do with Tuppin' and some strong language like bugger and fuck.
After the response from last nights post, I thought to me sen that I'd write another little tale..... What the ruddy ell is he gonna write about now? I hear ya sends ask. Well I'm gonna start right back at the beginning many moons ago; circa 1998. An experience that I still mull owa in me little head all these years down't line. I were about 22 years young and I'll be honest, not wanting to sound like a fella with a massive head or nowt, but I were as fit as a butchers dog. I had muscle on muscle and me Arse could move at 300rpm. What I lacked in skill and technique I more than made up for in stamina and enthusiasm. I were like a walking hormone, tuppin lasses all owa the place.
So where does it begin, where did I find out I liked things that weren't all that normal. I were working in the Midlands doing all sorts o stuff, as well as doing a Fitness Instructor college coarse on a Wednesday night from 7 till 9. Now the lass that were running it were a good few years older than me, well 18 to be right, but bye ek she were a fit un. A 6 pack and an arse like a 17 year old lad with an up hill paper round, don't get me wrong I'm not into fellas or lads, but it were like a peach, if tha knows what I mean. She did't have big norks, but it didn't matter, she had summat else. That twinkle in her eye. Eee she were flirting with me like a good en, I'm not the shyest lad in world and I were even more of a bugger back then and I were given it all back to her. I thought I were the bee's knees. [&o]
Anyroad, I were on me way back up north on a Friday night, I were headin on Holiday the Sunday, and I needed to call her, summat to do with college and we got chattin on the phone, I used a hands free kit, because safety isn't just for the workplace or bedroom. We got talking about all sorts…..before I new it I'd missed me turn off by owa 50 miles, I felt like right numpty. I got home an hour or 2 late……..well bugger me if I ant only left me Passport back in the ruddy midlands. So I jumped in me Red Astra and set off back up the M1, I gave this lass a ring and teld her what had happened and she were kind enough to offer me a bed for the night, she were a good sort.[;)]
So I got me passport and went round to her house, before tha new it we were off up the stairs, rippin at each other cloths before we even got into the bedroom, I were fumbling at her with the finesse of a Mountain Gorilla, but it were all good. Bye she were flexible. There we were at it like there were no tomorrow when she put her finger up me bum. Well I was a little shocked to say the least. But I have to admit it was rather pleasant. So I carried on. [:-][:-]
We had some right rough and tumble, it were grand. I tail exploded all owa her face and she looked like she approved. She hopped off the bed went owa to her wardrobe and pulled out something that looked a little unusual to my naive little head. Turned out it were a strap-on. Me eyes bulged like an African Tree frog, I didn't know whether I should fuck her or fight her. So I just did nowt. She donned this thing, next thing ya know, she had me in a half nelson, I were in that much shock I were paralysed, from thee lugs down. Well what followed I'm sure you can all imagine nearly made me eyes pop out, but it felt bloody nice and when the 'man moment' happened a were shaking like a shittin dog, “It's never felt like that before” I seem to recall were some of the few words I mumbled…oh and “Would tha been kind enough to make me a Jam sandwich, I'm starving” She seemed amused by this.[:D][:)]
So I left in the morning feeling like I had been somewhat violated, which let's face it, she ruddy well had. She were a right one her. We're still mates to this day……and she still remember me asking for a post coital Jam sandwich with fond memories… But she did leave me confused for many years afterwards. Thas not gay or owt, I were thinking to me sen. I've got nowt against ya if you are, just I'm not. But it felt right good. So I mused owa it for several years as to what I were….was I sub; was I switch; was I summat else…… then it kinda hit me one day, tha don't matter what thee is.. ya daft noggin, tha just likes it when thas summat up you back 'ole. Don't get me wrong, not all the time, just for the occasional treat. So there we have it, me first time doing summit a bit filthy and I were on the wrong end of it, but it were a grand lesson in many folk like stuff that's a bit mucky. An if a lass did that again to me, I think i might let her.[:)]
So the point to this DISCUSSION: Is does it make you less of a man if tha like being bummed up the wrong un by lasses with strap-on cocks??
There you go, now you can't move it. [;)]
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