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My first Gay experience

... in a bin and ran barefoot, for about twenty yards, it was fucking agony barefoot so I went and got the shoes again. "We just got to go for it Johnno," Al insisted, so off we went limping along like those Olympic walkers. It got worse as we went, more fuckers setting off for work, laughing at us, but the more they laughed the less me ankles hurt and the quicker I sobered up. It was full daylight when I got home, thank fuck mum and dad was a kip so I sneaked in with the emergency key from the shed and turned in. Poor old Al wasn't so lucky, he was supposed to meet Sandra when she finished working, she was working Arkwright street between Timothy Whites and Woolies, she's back on the game see since she been with Al, "I need the money," she said, needs a proper shagging more like, Al's a good mate but he ain't premier league when it comes to giving the ladies a portion. Anyway Sandra really lays into the poor sod and his mum gets up to see what's on and nearly has a heart attack when she sees Al in a tight red Miniskirt with his cock hanging out. I went round Al's when me head stopped banging around half past two and we went looking for the lads, Big Norman thought it was fucking hilarious but he agreed to come round Desmond's to sort the ponce out so we piled in the van and went round there. I knocked on the door, Desmond appeared, "That was quick," he said expecting someone else, "Oh I thought!" he said. "Thought wrong, where's our kit!" I demanded. "Is that the Police!" ...

... Lionel demanded. "No the fucking Angel of Death if I don't get me kit back," I says. "You and who's army?" Lionel says like we was kids again or something. "Mine!" Big Norman announces, "Any arguments?" "Front room," Desmond says, "In the Harrods bag," so I pushed past and there was me jacket and stuff all mixed up with Al's yuck, his shitty skid marked pants with my shirt. I checked me wallet, it seemed ok, and handed Al his jacket to check, "You want them taught a lesson Johnno?" Big Norman asks. "No, plods on its way," I said, "Best fuck off." Al gunned the motor and we swerved past Desmond's BMW missing it by inches, "Shit that was close," I said. "Yeah!" Al agreed and hit the brakes, he smashed it into reverse and tried again, wallop! he clouted the side of the BMW with the front of the van, "Better?" he grinned. "You dented the fucking van!" I exclaimed. "Getting another," he said, "Failed the MOT," he said, "Months ago, rust and dodgy brakes." "Fuck!" I said wishing I had walked. "Still she been a good old girl," he said, "Reliable." "Fucking rely on it to break down," I said. "What you getting Al?" Norman asked. "Another Tranny," Al said, "Long wheelbase so I can get a decent mattress in." he added. "Fucks sake Al," I said, "Don't mention Trannies after this morning!" We had a fucking good laugh about that and went down the Flying Horse for a few bevvies. Word had got round, "What's this about a new Tranny Al?" Tasha the barmaid asked. "I'm getting a new van," he said. ...