working up north
and given hostel accomodation , me and my missus plus six guys so they put us in the eight person dorm made up of four single bunkbeds. Bedtime arrives ,berths allocated so that my beloved is on the bunk above me , much joking about a girl sharing our room at night then everyone goes to sleep and thats fine .

Morning comes and the noisy farty snoring men get up and go for breakfast leaving me and beloved in the room alone ...

Beloved
What
Are you awake ?
Yes
Fancy poping down for a cuddle
A cuddle ?
Yes a cuddle , and perhaps breakfast
Breakfast ?
Yes breakfast ....

A bit more euphemistic banter and beloved jumps down into my bunk and soon has 'breakfast' in her mouth and seems to be responding well to her favoured style of encouragement from me , which was largely based around what a dirty little girl she was and how she should rub breakfast on her face and.. you get the idea .

All was fine until I decided to sit up in bed to get a better view of proceedings and noticed the bunk opposite was full of a guy called Trevor , a fat sweaty virgin who was thrashing away under the covers with his eyes tight shut .

I don't think its wrong that I let my beloved finish before shouting at Trevor ,after all breakfast is the most important meal of the day
No apologies for length
( fudboy high ideals and crazy dreams, Thu 23 Apr 2009, 14:14, Reply)