Going Too FarEver had one of your mates go too far? Back when I was a teenager I went to stay with a friend in the country. We took his dog for a walk in some woods - which was fun.
We came across a breeding pen for the local pheasant shoot - which was interesting.
But then my friend broke into the cages, grabbed a pheasant, strangled it and proceeded to throw it around, only managing to rescue it from his dog's jaws seconds before a gamekeeper turned up to see what the hell was going on. Now, that was a bit too far...
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chthonic, Fri 10 Nov 2006, 14:11)
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The Bud.........Ok, here is my story of my “mates” going too far.
A little while ago, whilst at a small house party I had become intoxicated with copious amounts of spirits my friends decided that it would be a good idea to do a DIY wax job on my arse crack (because I often complained about it being too hairy).
Well, normally I would have declined this offer and not let anyone near my arse with a wax strip. However, the large amounts of alcohol that I had drunk meant that my resilience to stupid ideas was down at about -5.
Cue 5 minutes later and my best friend (a girl) has a hot pot of wax and has me bending over her bed (as if I was going to get bummed) spreading that crap all around my chocolate starfish with some weird wooden spatula thing.
Anyway, I had enough sense to make everyone else leave the room as I thought I would retain SOME of my dignity in all this. How wrong I was. Next thing I remember is something cold being rammed up my arsehole! I stand up in shock, wondering what the hell it was and turn around only to be greeted by ALL of my friends, standing there, wetting themselves laughing. Oh, and they were all filming the ordeal with camera phones. I also catch a glimpse of another of my friends, bolting to the door having dropped the Budwieser bottle he used to violate me.
As if all that wasn’t bad enough, I soon realised that there was still a lot of wax on my arse cheeks and it had now become stuck together where I had stood up. Panic quickly set in and I bent over in a hurry only to be greeted by the most excruciating pain! Alcohol numbs pain, but god I felt it.
That was the night my friends went too far.
Needless to say I got my own back on my friend later in the evening by tricking him into drinking out the shite-covered bottle he had violated me with.
I woke in the morning with a sore but ever-so-smooth bottom and magic marker art all over my body courtesy of my “mates.”
Cheers guys!
*Waves good-bye to post virginity as it sails away into the horizon on the virginity ship……*
No apologies for length, my other half loves it, so can you!
(, Tue 14 Nov 2006, 14:44, Reply)
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