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And then I got a call on my bad boy 8210, with some guy mc’ing to me, to come to his big bad BBQ in his parents back garden, rude bwoy! His parents were going out for the weekend, somet about a second honeymoon, another excuse for sex… so I invited some guys straight away, that he’s never heard of before, they guaranteed me to get my head wet…I didn’t get it.
(Saturday,
Day of the BBQ)
I woke up and decided to pick out what I was gonna wear, I didn’t wanna look like some poor bwoy. So I started clocking my closet, looking at birthday suits, past and present, absolutely nothing, nothing matched my shoes. So I decided to raid my big brothers closet, found a couple of g-strings, a few ‘orgasmatrons’ but nothing that interested me. So I decided to raid my dads closet, and I was in for a surprise. I found gimp masks, gimp suits, a cat suit, and one big box of Mexican sex toys. Shocking. I ducked fast. Went to my brejin’s yard, I decided to go wearing what I woke up in.
(Saturday, 8:00)
Knock Knock
“Blad Open UP!” I screamed
I waited a couple of mins and no reply, so I decided to get friendly with the back gate and smack it open. I saw some Latinos Woking themselves with two hands on the floor with some guy with the biggest, curliest ‘tache ive seen screaming “hey Chico, you want a tissue Chico?” I was about to duck when approached from behind, by some guy who said he wants me and him to play twister. I thought yo, raggo, this is the right place all right. So I asked the bitch for some beers, he came back smashin some bottle with a worm at the bottom in my face. “Chico, its gonna be a long night”, I smiled kindly, I didn’t get it. So I say, “where is this ‘twister’?” he goes here (points through the house and up the stairs) so I said alright then…and I bopped like tupac.
(Around 5mins later)
“Wow if that’s how you play twister, I wanna see you connect four” he said, as I lay on the floor with my pants around my ankles. Cum was dripping down my todger when he suddenly flipped and screamed “I’ve drank the juice now ive got to eat the worm”, his ‘tashe was flopping around, as I just blacked out.
(Sunday morning)
I lay in my hospital bed battered and bruised, as I await some breakfast. Some guy comes in with his back turned to me, wearing a floppy hat, he turns around and oh no! It’s the guy from last night…I screamed. But no help and suddenly I blacked out again.
Preview of the next Pierce Tashio tale…
(A fortnight later)
After surviving the attack of the Mexicans, my jeans started to rumble and 21 seconds by the so solid crew started to play. I thought Raggo, this is gonna be my yatti, I answered the call…
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