Greetings Gentlemen

Come on then

Ok, Ok gives us bloody chance, its a Working Gas Teen Romance Novel, it's about a Gashead in the 80's i've called it "Gelled Fringes & Wet Minges". Set in Bristol.

If you're still happy for me to continue i'll give you a taster, when i say novel mind you i mean more of a pamphlet

when you say pamphlet do you actually mean your mental world philosophy scrawled across th wall in some dingy public toilet in faeces?

...as the others left, Irene suddenly realised it was just her and Big Gus alone in the bushes. Irene felt a rush of anticipation. Would tonight be the night Big Gus finally made his move? She looked at him, standing proud in the his new blue Lacoste tracksuit, his fingers adorned with large gold sovereign rings tightly grasping his can of Natch, his gelled spikeyfringe playfully peeking out from under his Rovers bronx hat, it was winter and he was cold, but certainly not nervous. It was easy to see why he was the talk of the girls toilets.

It was just then that Gus stepped closer. Rene was tingling through her whole body now. She tried to cover the fact her breathing was getting deeper, but wasn't sure if it was working. How could it? Big Gas Gus standing over you would be enough to make any girl go wild with desire.

Then he said it.
"You want a pumpin, or sumthing?"
Irene let out a gasp. Then, lip trembling, she replied "Hell yeah, go for it"
A smile crept across Big Guss's acne scarred face and he said softly, "Quality, man.... Gas win and now Irene, it's a good day".

Gus wasted no time. After resting his can of Natch on a tree stump, he hastily unzipped and removed her tracksuit top and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Irene became even more turned on by the fact he could do this so quickly without catching her large hooped earrings. He knew what he was doing.

"Let's get yer tits out" he said whilst removing her bra. He hurled it into a shrub before he started kissing her breasts. Irene was beginning to lose control of inhibitions. "Oh jesus, flipin brilliant" she approved, breathless. Gus stood up and and began passionately kissing her. She could feel his swollen manhood pressing against her. He must have been at least five inches, by far the biggest she's come across thus far in the area she had grown up in, this lad had Toshiba on his shirt and an aerial in his pants.................

Forget reality tv...this is reality reading !

"You've got a text, It's a nice yeah!" Declared Irene in a poorly impersonated Borat voice. Gus, still kissing her, retrieved his mobile phone from his pocket and read the text behind her head, "Hang on me babber" said Gus pausing his progress. "ooo's that? one of yer Gashead mates?" Irene asked in a slightly concerned voice.
"No, Hartcliffe Charlene's wantin a ride an aw, but i heard she's got herpes so she can get ta f...k!"
Irene laughed at her friend's misfortune, she knew that Hartcliffe chav wasn't in her league, she giggled under her breath as Gus pulled her tracksuit bottoms and Winnie the Pooh thong down in one movement. It was then she noticed Gus had laid her tracksuit top out on the ground to prevent her getting dirty when she lay down. A bad boy and respectable? any girl's dream combination, Irene had to hold back a tear, Gus it turned out was a Gashead and a gentleman.

As she lay down and removed her shoes and Duran duran Fan Club socks, followed by the tracksuit bottoms and thong that were still around her ankles, she noticed how damp she had become, this Gas guy had her excited....very excited. Gus positioned himself on his knees between between her now spread legs. He admired her pink slit. "Nice gash" he commented before working first one, then two sovereign ring clad fingers inside her. "You're flipping soaking r kid" he informed her. Irene was breathing very heavily now. She stretched out and grasped nearby branches in ecstasy as he gently probed and explored every inch of her femininity. She tilted her head back, her eyes rolling back into her head and passionately grabbed at Gus's Blue and White scarf. Suddenly, she felt a different, although not unpleasant, sensation. She looked down to see Gus was pleasuring her with his rolled up Rovers Programme whilst recording the act with his mobile. "That's just for me" he explained. Irene was too caught up in the passion of the moment to care...........

...to be continued

Totally agree with you Ras. The damage he'll cause to that matchday programme will mean it could never be added to his collection. Just what is he thinking?

.........Gas Gus slid his tracksuit bottoms and Calvin Klien boxer shorts halfway down his impressive Pirate tattoo'ed thighs, exposing his manhood which was standing proudly at about the five inches she had felt earlier. "Your gettin pumped now you lucky girl" he informed her.
"Have ye got a johnny?" she enquired politically almost in a Gasincider manner.

"Aye, r kid a slipped it on earlier stop yer worrying" Gus retorted as he leaned forward and entered her. He immediately began thrusting rapidly, he had dreamt of Irene for a while, and his mind briefly wondered about Richhertford, for this was truly Ground breaking! Gus got himself back together and after about 15 to 20 seconds of passion, he removed himself and shuffled on his knees to a kneeling position over her wonderful treasure chest. He pleasured himself for a few seconds before delivering thick, creamy jets of his seed all over her impressive bosoms. Irene knew her make-up she took so long over was ruined. "Whey hey Irene! At least i've saved ya a job removing that later on, eh r kid?"

Gus stood up, returning his trackies to their original positions as he did. It was at this moment Irene heard a rustling in the bushes. It seemed to be coming from all around her and Gus. Lying naked, she looked around worried, but still with that excited, satisfied sparkle in her eye. Suddenly, whilst letting out a cheer of "Whaaaaaaay!", all of their friends burst into the clearing. They started congratulating Gus and photographing Irene with their Polaroids. She covered up as fast as she could but could hear from their boasting that she wasn't quick enough.........

Genius Big Jock ,pure genius