Our casual encounter quickly blossomed into a whirlwind of hot blooded romance.
Over the xmas/new year we partied together.
She was 26 years old, divorced , and had her own house.
It was'nt long before she invited me to stay the night with her
And when she took my virginity it was like flying off to heaven.
" Just enjoy the experience" she told me "But dont fall in love with me because some day I'll hurt you"
"What the fook did she know about love"
"I WAS A 16 YEAR OLD FOOTBALLING SUPER STUD" "I KNEW EVERYTHING"
I soon learned that I knew nothing.
The first time she gave me oral, I thought we had comitted a crime against God.
"Now its my turn" she said one night spreading her legs wide "Come on darling my pussy needs some serious kissing"
"dont be afraid, I'll teach you how"
At first I was petrified but she was so sweet that Im pleased to have been a devoted pussy eater all the remainder of my life.
She taught me sex is not dirty.
It has to be fun for both
If we both enjoy what we do then its beautiful.
Dirty is for poor narrow minded people who cant discard their inhibitions.
For 2 years I was blindly in love with this sex godess.
Then one day she dropped the bombshell.
" Its time to call it a day"
Why,why,why" I cried bucketfulls.
" You wont understand for a while, but Im one of those women who likes young boys"
" Youre 18 now, a young man"
" Now its time for me to find another young boy"
My heart was broken, I was suicidal, I cried for weeks.
But eventually I learned to accept it and be eternally grateful for all the pleasur she gave to me.
She died a couple of years ago. But for a couple of years we had great pleasure together.,and I'll never forget her
Thursday, 27 August 2009
Friday, 26 June 2009
The Next Adventure
After the Fiasco with the woman with a dick, I concentrated completely on my footy.
It seemed too be just too much more than a coincidence that we met so often.Played for School, and Boys Club, and even in the district Sunday League
One day , walking down our main downtown street I bumped into a fellow footy Pal talking
to a fantastically beautiful woman
"Hi Poes" he said " " meet my aunt "
My eyes popped and my mouth gawped wide openShe was much older than us we were 16 she was about mid twenties
She was the spitting image of the famous American movie star Audrey Hepburn
Tall, slender, and just ever so sophisticated and more beautiful than anyone I'd ever seen.As the weeks went by I seemed to accidentally bump into her whenever I walked in the town.
We were nearing xmas and at that time you never got invited to parties unless you could bring a partner
I told her this one day and she said she had two tickets for her posh works dance in the
Old Assembly Rooms in Newcastle. And would I like to go with her as her partner.
I was only too delighted to go and felt like a Prince with her as my beautiful Princess.
She said she liked me a lot and it wasn't an accident we kept meeting. She told me she had been planning it.
Fookin hell !
Here's me a sixteen year old sexually frustrated footy player with my own drop dead gorgeous personal stalker
No one would believe it.
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
The Puberty Years
Second year in Grammar School
Not too bad
Great sports facilities, Gymnasium, Footy pitches, Cricket.
What more could I wish for
Couple lessons pretty yuck though
Latin, and Elocution
Fortunately I got thrown out of Latin at the end of year one
The latin teacher got me to decline the word "Mensa" (a table)
Mensa, Mensa, Mensam etc etc but I missed one out
"The vocative, boy" shouted the teacher "The vocative"
He didn't see the humour when I replied
"I can assure you sir, I have no intention of talking to a table"
I was and still am an enormous admirer of Winston Churchill and I copied that line from him.
I was also excused any further elocution lessons.
Our elocution teacher seemed to delight in making me stand up in front of the class and pronounce my name with a broad local "O" instead of a big round Oxford English "OOOOOw"
And my pal "F" who couldn't pronounce his double "t" in the centre of his name felt just like me so we told him to stick his elocution lessons up his arse.
The punishment was harsh.
6 of the best from teacher
Head master demanded an appology
"No way" we answered
6 of the best from head master
2 weeks suspension
Finally agreed we could skip elocution lessons.
Just after 12 years old got the first signs of puberty
greasy skin, spots, itchy groin.
Couldn't stop scratching till one day got a strange feeling in my little dick
Every day I scratched the feeling got nicer
One day, a shock.
My little pecker got hard
Then I couldnt keep my hand off it
Played with it all the time till one day
Fookin hell ! a spurt of clear fluid shot out the end
It wasn't pee, it was slightly oily
My parents hadn't prepared me for this but when I told my pals at school, most of them
were having the same experience
One boy's older brother explained it to him and he explained to us.
Told us about the birds and the bees
And opened our eyes to all the options
Apparently the idea was you poke your hard pecker into a girls pussy and squirt your juice into her and this is how babies are made.
So naturally number one priority was to catch a girl who would help us out
Easier said than done.
We chased and chased and tried all kinds of bribery and persuasiond but got nowhere
Fat chance I had of losing my virginity !!
I joined a chapel youth club for two reasons
One they had a footy team
Two they held a dance every Friday night where I could meet girls
Ther was an older woman (about mid twenties) very sexy looking and sophisticated compared with the little thirteen, fourteen year olds I knew.
On evening as we were leaving she asked me if I would walk her home cos it was cold and wet and she didnt want to walk alone
When we got there she askjed me in for a coffee and after a bit chat she asked me had I ever kissed a woman before.
"Course I have" I boasted.
"No, I mean a real woman. not one of the little girls who come to the dancing class" she said
Then she leaned over and kissed me
My head spun round and round and it wasn't long before we were on her bed petting and kissing like crazy
She went to the toilet and came back naked and lay beside me.
I was on cloud lucky seven
"I'm going to lose my virginity at last"
We kissed and stroked eachother all the time my hand sliding down to her crotch
I was almost 14 years old.
I'd never seen a pussy. Not even a picture of one
As my hand reached her rotch, she opened her legs to give me access, then she spread them wide open.
Fooking Hell ! Up sprang a gigantic dick.
I was only 14, just out of puberty.
I didnt know about these things.
So I grabbed my clothes and ran home as fast as I could
I had been spared a fate worse than death
I would have nightmares or wet dreams about this for the rest of my life
No way could I tell my pals about this.
Fook this sex life for a game of soldiers.
Its footy for me from now on.
Not too bad
Great sports facilities, Gymnasium, Footy pitches, Cricket.
What more could I wish for
Couple lessons pretty yuck though
Latin, and Elocution
Fortunately I got thrown out of Latin at the end of year one
The latin teacher got me to decline the word "Mensa" (a table)
Mensa, Mensa, Mensam etc etc but I missed one out
"The vocative, boy" shouted the teacher "The vocative"
He didn't see the humour when I replied
"I can assure you sir, I have no intention of talking to a table"
I was and still am an enormous admirer of Winston Churchill and I copied that line from him.
I was also excused any further elocution lessons.
Our elocution teacher seemed to delight in making me stand up in front of the class and pronounce my name with a broad local "O" instead of a big round Oxford English "OOOOOw"
And my pal "F" who couldn't pronounce his double "t" in the centre of his name felt just like me so we told him to stick his elocution lessons up his arse.
The punishment was harsh.
6 of the best from teacher
Head master demanded an appology
"No way" we answered
6 of the best from head master
2 weeks suspension
Finally agreed we could skip elocution lessons.
Just after 12 years old got the first signs of puberty
greasy skin, spots, itchy groin.
Couldn't stop scratching till one day got a strange feeling in my little dick
Every day I scratched the feeling got nicer
One day, a shock.
My little pecker got hard
Then I couldnt keep my hand off it
Played with it all the time till one day
Fookin hell ! a spurt of clear fluid shot out the end
It wasn't pee, it was slightly oily
My parents hadn't prepared me for this but when I told my pals at school, most of them
were having the same experience
One boy's older brother explained it to him and he explained to us.
Told us about the birds and the bees
And opened our eyes to all the options
Apparently the idea was you poke your hard pecker into a girls pussy and squirt your juice into her and this is how babies are made.
So naturally number one priority was to catch a girl who would help us out
Easier said than done.
We chased and chased and tried all kinds of bribery and persuasiond but got nowhere
Fat chance I had of losing my virginity !!
I joined a chapel youth club for two reasons
One they had a footy team
Two they held a dance every Friday night where I could meet girls
Ther was an older woman (about mid twenties) very sexy looking and sophisticated compared with the little thirteen, fourteen year olds I knew.
On evening as we were leaving she asked me if I would walk her home cos it was cold and wet and she didnt want to walk alone
When we got there she askjed me in for a coffee and after a bit chat she asked me had I ever kissed a woman before.
"Course I have" I boasted.
"No, I mean a real woman. not one of the little girls who come to the dancing class" she said
Then she leaned over and kissed me
My head spun round and round and it wasn't long before we were on her bed petting and kissing like crazy
She went to the toilet and came back naked and lay beside me.
I was on cloud lucky seven
"I'm going to lose my virginity at last"
We kissed and stroked eachother all the time my hand sliding down to her crotch
I was almost 14 years old.
I'd never seen a pussy. Not even a picture of one
As my hand reached her rotch, she opened her legs to give me access, then she spread them wide open.
Fooking Hell ! Up sprang a gigantic dick.
I was only 14, just out of puberty.
I didnt know about these things.
So I grabbed my clothes and ran home as fast as I could
I had been spared a fate worse than death
I would have nightmares or wet dreams about this for the rest of my life
No way could I tell my pals about this.
Fook this sex life for a game of soldiers.
Its footy for me from now on.
Friday, 20 March 2009
Grammar School
Its always the fookin same when youre the new kid on the block.
And our attrocious accents drew attention to me and "F" almost immediately
Less than a week went by before this big daft arsehole began takin the piss out of me
If that wasn't bad enough he began the old bully boy stunt pokin his finger in my chest and boasting to his buddies what he was going to do to me
"Put em up" He challenged me and he must have been to boxing lessons cos he stood up straight all Marquis of Queensbury style
Left hand reacinout high towards my face, right hand tucked tight below his chin.
The silly twat didnt know what was goin to hit him
I stepped in real close and hammered his belly with a half dozen quick left rights
Then when he dropped his guard to protect his belly
I gave him the same in his face
His nose went "crunch"
The blood spurted all over and he kneeled on the ground bubbling his eyes out
Then I did my Party Piece
I looked at his bunch of cronies and asked in as loud a voice as possible
"Which one of you Fookers wants to be next ?"
Hardly an hour went by before he returned with his big brother who made it very clear he wanted revenge
My mate "F" interrupted his tirade saying "Come on, he beat your brother fair and square
its not your problem"
"Im making it my problem. so fook off or you'll get it too"
"he punctuated every word with a poke in "F" 's chest.
Poor fooker ! He made a big mistake.
I was pretty good with my fists but my friend "F" was very seriously violent
"F" leaned over and pulled a cricket stump out of the grass and laid it square accross big bro's
nose.
"Crunch" it went. blood splattered all over. Big bro screamed as his blood and tears flowed.
"F" leaned over him and said " I tried to get you to see sense but you fookin wouldn't. so learn a lesson from this.
"DONT EVER FOOK WITH ME OR MY PAL AGAIN"
That guy went on to be captain of the town rugby team, then later president of the town rugby club.
He died about 10 years ago still carrying with him to his grave the ugliest broken nose imaginable.
I bet he never told a soul he got it from an 11 yeat old kid.
And our attrocious accents drew attention to me and "F" almost immediately
Less than a week went by before this big daft arsehole began takin the piss out of me
If that wasn't bad enough he began the old bully boy stunt pokin his finger in my chest and boasting to his buddies what he was going to do to me
"Put em up" He challenged me and he must have been to boxing lessons cos he stood up straight all Marquis of Queensbury style
Left hand reacinout high towards my face, right hand tucked tight below his chin.
The silly twat didnt know what was goin to hit him
I stepped in real close and hammered his belly with a half dozen quick left rights
Then when he dropped his guard to protect his belly
I gave him the same in his face
His nose went "crunch"
The blood spurted all over and he kneeled on the ground bubbling his eyes out
Then I did my Party Piece
I looked at his bunch of cronies and asked in as loud a voice as possible
"Which one of you Fookers wants to be next ?"
Hardly an hour went by before he returned with his big brother who made it very clear he wanted revenge
My mate "F" interrupted his tirade saying "Come on, he beat your brother fair and square
its not your problem"
"Im making it my problem. so fook off or you'll get it too"
"he punctuated every word with a poke in "F" 's chest.
Poor fooker ! He made a big mistake.
I was pretty good with my fists but my friend "F" was very seriously violent
"F" leaned over and pulled a cricket stump out of the grass and laid it square accross big bro's
nose.
"Crunch" it went. blood splattered all over. Big bro screamed as his blood and tears flowed.
"F" leaned over him and said " I tried to get you to see sense but you fookin wouldn't. so learn a lesson from this.
"DONT EVER FOOK WITH ME OR MY PAL AGAIN"
That guy went on to be captain of the town rugby team, then later president of the town rugby club.
He died about 10 years ago still carrying with him to his grave the ugliest broken nose imaginable.
I bet he never told a soul he got it from an 11 yeat old kid.
Saturday, 24 January 2009
7 till 11
Well time flew by and the nympho J took her affections elsewhere.
When I refused to bash any boy who wounded the pride of some groupie girl in heat, they also withdrew their affections and I was free to enjoy playing footy again with my palls.
Was'nt long before we were sent up to the segregated junior school for 7 till 11 year olds
No girls.
Worked hard at footy practice and got into the school team at 8 yrs old. The youngest in the team. not a star but a regular 1st choice right half
At 10 I got into the town boys team. It was like international duty, and the groupies came back to decorate the touchline on a Sat morning.
late in the 10 year old year came the schollarship exams for acceptance in the High School.
Well, only 2 kids from the Laygate area passed that year. Me and my Pall "F"
Laygate was actually the posh end of our part of the town.We came from a district called West Holborn. The land of the Sand Dancers.
Every 6th house was English. The others were : Egyptian, Somali, Arab, Persian, and Yemeni.
I could count to a hundred in Swahili before I could in English
It was'nt such a bad district. Two of the Egyptians were good footy players too.
One Somali who was a bit older was a great snooker player, and played for money in the "Old Durham Billiards Hall" and if we ever had a few pence we'd bet on him.
There was one Yemeni boy a few years older than us called "G" who had a cock like a horse and loved to show it off. He was never short of girl friends.
Well, after a couple of months off we went first day to enroll in the Towns High School.
Our accents and vocabulary ( lack of ) drew attention from all the other kids. Most of who's fathers were shopkeepers Doctors, Policemen and spoke in a more refined manner.
I
When I refused to bash any boy who wounded the pride of some groupie girl in heat, they also withdrew their affections and I was free to enjoy playing footy again with my palls.
Was'nt long before we were sent up to the segregated junior school for 7 till 11 year olds
No girls.
Worked hard at footy practice and got into the school team at 8 yrs old. The youngest in the team. not a star but a regular 1st choice right half
At 10 I got into the town boys team. It was like international duty, and the groupies came back to decorate the touchline on a Sat morning.
late in the 10 year old year came the schollarship exams for acceptance in the High School.
Well, only 2 kids from the Laygate area passed that year. Me and my Pall "F"
Laygate was actually the posh end of our part of the town.We came from a district called West Holborn. The land of the Sand Dancers.
Every 6th house was English. The others were : Egyptian, Somali, Arab, Persian, and Yemeni.
I could count to a hundred in Swahili before I could in English
It was'nt such a bad district. Two of the Egyptians were good footy players too.
One Somali who was a bit older was a great snooker player, and played for money in the "Old Durham Billiards Hall" and if we ever had a few pence we'd bet on him.
There was one Yemeni boy a few years older than us called "G" who had a cock like a horse and loved to show it off. He was never short of girl friends.
Well, after a couple of months off we went first day to enroll in the Towns High School.
Our accents and vocabulary ( lack of ) drew attention from all the other kids. Most of who's fathers were shopkeepers Doctors, Policemen and spoke in a more refined manner.
I
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