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My first Gay experience

... the downstairs light was on and he was unlocking the door. "What do you Ugh!" he said as I pushed past. "Show him Sandra," I said. "What?" she asked. "Yer cunt you daft cow," Al says, "And that strap on." "What!" Desmond gasped wide eyed ad Sandra pulled up her skirt to show her rather stubbly and well fucked pubes. "It's what's called a woman and it's designed to be fucked by a bloke," I said pointedly, "Not like a bloke what was designed for fucking women and that what with it having a cock and that." "Dear god preserve is from you Philistines!" Desmond pleaded. "Button it!" I said and gave the drill a rev again, "Now Sandra said she'll give you fucking lessons at a ton a throw," I said, "Each." "Now hang on!" Desmond pleaded. "Fuck you," I said, "You tried to fucking rape me," I added, "You're fucking dangerous you cunt, you needs sorting out." "It was a mis-understanding," Desmond said, "I thought you were Lib Dem!" "We're not all fucking bent!" Al said. "Well you're the only one as I know what isn't!" I reminded him. "What about Prescott!" Al countered. "He's Labour," I replied, "Lets straighten this cunt out and worry who's fucking bent some other time." "Do you want a fuck or not?" Sandra asked slightly drunkenly, although she only had four two litre bottles of Tesco value brand Cider all night.while Me and Al had stuck to the Stella version called 'Cidre.' The French never was no good at spelling. "No ta," Al said. "Not you, that cunt," I said motioning towards ...

... Desmond. "What's going on!" Lionel asks as he comes down stairs, maybe the corset and black stockings wasn't too bright as a wardrobe choice as his prick was making a tent pole for his tiny white panties. "Shit Johnno he's a fucking Tee Vee," Al exclaimed. "We knew that," I reminded him, "See who wears the trousers," I said motioning at Desmond who wore striped pyjamas and whose cock had just hove into view through his flies at half mast as Lionel appeared. "No way am I sucking that!" Sandra said as she peered at Desmond's cock which was still smeared with brown around the root from their last session. "Go home!" Lionel demanded and he strode up to me, "Go home you Neanderthal!" he said in my face so I decked him, smack, upper cut to the chin and down in one. "Lionel!" Desmond screamed, "Is he all right, don't just leave him there," he whined. "No," Al agreed, "Better chuck him out with the trash!" "Too right," I agreed. "Ung!" Lionel says, "What happened?" "Upper cut," I said, "Stay down keep stum!" "You want to fuck or not?" Sandra says. "No!" Desmond says, "I don't want to!" "His gob says no but his cock says yes," Sandra said, "Look at that fucking hard he's got on." "Rather not if you don't mind," I replied "It's got a tide mark," Sandra says, "Filthy bugger!" "So rubber him up you daft cow," I suggested all friendly like. "Oh," she said, "I suppose." "Go on then," I said, "Up the wooden stairs to Bedfordshire!" Desmond looked at me and looked at Al as he stood there with the ...