Bird! Blokes! Cameras! Shame!
My housemates, Neil and Matt had gone out. Jim and I had stayed in, smoking and drinking, and doing the odd pill. Consequently we were horny as a field full of stags as was Neil when he got in. Matt was also feeling excitable and he had a bird with whom to slake his foul lust.

Neil skinned up and sat down, we got chatting, and a plan was formed. We could hear some odd noises from Matt's room, and in we went. The girl shrieked, Matt, with his cock embarrassingly flaccid, yelled, and we pissed ourselves laughing.

Neil started to take the piss, Matt got the hump, Neil offered to take his place. She said she wasn't a bit of meat and deserved respect as she began tugging at Neil's trousers. Matt came back downstairs and confessed they'd done some speed, so Neil was unlikely to satisfy her either.

Bursting in, we found that this was so. More laughter, an annoyed and frustrated girl, and what else could a gentleman do?

I beat Jim to it, hopped into bed and began to have a whale of a time.

Mid shag, in a position that exposed everything, the door burst open. In piled the boys, armed with Jim's camera. Photos were taken, the girl began to pose (I was less enthusiastic and left them to it. Sort of) and in no time chaos had descended.

Suffice to say these pictures still exist and are brought out on reunions. My expression in them is priceless, although I'm proud of my (once) toned body and firm erection.

Fun and games at Uni, eh.
( disasterprone "Pyjamas caused the Holocaust", Fri 12 Oct 2007, 11:49, Reply)