I’m gonna tell you all about my first ever experience with a guy, my only question would be, do I tell you how old I was? Maybe not….
This is however very true.
It was a Saturday afternoon, late summer, not ridiculously warm but then again not really cold, myself and four friends wondered bored down to a lake that ran alongside our local canal and railway line, we started off looking for frogs and newts etc, it wasn’t long before one friend discovered a makeshift raft which we took great delight in messing around on for an hour or so. The Security guy from the nearby factory wondered down and was watching us mess around, we all thought it was the police at first and he reassured us when he got closer he was just watching, he was very young, probably early 20’s.
A few of the lads jumped off the raft leaving two of us on there, they had taken the long sticks with them they were using to push the raft, my friend made one almighty jump and just about made it, pushing the raft further out with his jump, we were laughing and I was asking for the long sticks to be thrown out to me, my mates dared me to jump for it “no chance” I replied, “I’ll get soaked” then the offers of money started coming, 50p each from the lads if I’d jump in and make a swim for it, the security guy joins in too and held up a £1 note (this was mid 80’s). I quickly did th math and thought ‘fuck it £3 in total was worth it’ and after all I was only wearing a white t-shirt and tight jeans, my trainers were on the bank with my socks pushed in. Off I went, it was freezing, much colder than I expected but I quickly swam the four or five metres to the side and climbed out, my hand outstretched with palm open to collect my 50p’s.
I turned to the security guy and said “and you owe me £1” he handed it over with a smile.
He then said “you’re soaking, do you wanna come to my hut and dry off? I think I have a towel in there” I nodded shaking with cold and told my friends I’d be back shortly, they were back to hunting frogs. I followed the security guy back up to the hut next to the factory, dripping all the way up.
The hut was an old brick building, just two rooms and a tiolet, there was a wood burning stove in the main room which I stood in front of and the security guy threw some fresh wood on for me. Laughing he threw me a towel, said I was crazy and said if I wanted to I could slip off my jeans and t-shirt and he could try to dry them for me, I nodded and peeled off my t-shirt and jeans as Steve (the Security guy) went to the other room to pop the kettle on for a cup of tea. When he returned I was just stood there in my underpants, they were almost like a pair of knickers they were that small and tight and I suddenly felt very exposed. Steve’s eyes widened as he looked me up and down and said “well look at you, almost naked” he put my clothes to dry on the stove and threw me some porno mags to read “here have a good look at them” he said as he disappeared to finish off the tea.
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