Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2014 20:43:49 GMT
Three Days Earlier.............
Gashead Gus had always been the darling of the young team, you wanted somebody to get a kicking? Call Gas Gus. Cant get served for yer beers? Call Gas Gus. You need a burd pulling so you can dip yer wick in her friend..Gus could make things happen. He was always there for the squad and always would be, but he had one weakness. Grade A fanny! A stunner came along and Gus wasn't the hard case he usually was. He had wit , he had charm, he had the latest Lacoste tracksuits and the ladies loved it.
It was just like any other Friday night for Gus, Bottle of Old English had already been purchased and consumed at record pace. Downing a bottle of strong alcohol in the quickest time possible was always held in high regard amongst Gus's pals and cheers of Quality Man! and Yassssssss! could be heard for miles as he tanned that stuff back in record time. He sat astride his Yamaha FS1E and to a person everyone thought now there's the lad i wanna be like.
Gus had just sent one of his pals, to the chippy for his favorite battered sausage, chips and curry sauce from Soundwell, his pals literally went instantly when Gus asked for something they even paid, such was their need to be in his squad. Gus was just the coolest, he regularly jumped the wall at the turnstiles and just as he landed and mixed in the crowd the stewards would come along and his pals failed and had to pay.
After drinking quite a large amount Gus and bolting down his food like a rabied dog Gus was beginning to feel somewhat in the mood for someone to have intercourse with. Christ, i'm gasping for some hole man, feels like i gotta piece a wood in my boxers. Gus was horned up to f...k he told his pal Oliver to think if he knows anyone with just one rule, Gus's golden rule - No Sh1!heads!. Ollie,always the helpful friend remembered he had earlier in the week met a mate of his birds who he felt would be perfect for Gus. Great set of pins, amazing titties, ass pumped and apparently pretty much game!
Ollie spurted it out -Gus, you gotta meet this wee hunny that Charlene is mates with.....Irene.., Dam Grade A front bum, you'd love her!
Gus always open to the suggestion of Grade A front bum excitedly queried "Gotter number?".
After entering the number into his phone he dialled away getting ready to work his charm when she answered the phone.
"Hello" the voice of an angel answered in a broad fishponds accent.
"Alright kidder is that Irene, this is Gas Gus me pal give me yer number, you know Ollie, Charlenes boyfriend"
"Oh hiya, i know Ollie whats he givin you my number for the f...king mad rocket"
"He told me yer a wee stunner and that me and you would be f....king quality together, so here i am, yer dreams have come true"
"I don't even know what you look like you could look like a pure F....ing horror ya muppet"
"Come on.....A HORROR! you aint heard of Gashead Gus?
from Eastville then, ffs i'll send ya a piccy you doughnut" ......... holding the phone to one side and covering the mouthpiece Gus uttered to Ollie, "She better not be no munter or a Space Cadet you tosser"
Ollie went weak and literally shat himself, if he let Gus down he'd know about it!.......
........to be continued.
Gashead Gus had always been the darling of the young team, you wanted somebody to get a kicking? Call Gas Gus. Cant get served for yer beers? Call Gas Gus. You need a burd pulling so you can dip yer wick in her friend..Gus could make things happen. He was always there for the squad and always would be, but he had one weakness. Grade A fanny! A stunner came along and Gus wasn't the hard case he usually was. He had wit , he had charm, he had the latest Lacoste tracksuits and the ladies loved it.
It was just like any other Friday night for Gus, Bottle of Old English had already been purchased and consumed at record pace. Downing a bottle of strong alcohol in the quickest time possible was always held in high regard amongst Gus's pals and cheers of Quality Man! and Yassssssss! could be heard for miles as he tanned that stuff back in record time. He sat astride his Yamaha FS1E and to a person everyone thought now there's the lad i wanna be like.
Gus had just sent one of his pals, to the chippy for his favorite battered sausage, chips and curry sauce from Soundwell, his pals literally went instantly when Gus asked for something they even paid, such was their need to be in his squad. Gus was just the coolest, he regularly jumped the wall at the turnstiles and just as he landed and mixed in the crowd the stewards would come along and his pals failed and had to pay.
After drinking quite a large amount Gus and bolting down his food like a rabied dog Gus was beginning to feel somewhat in the mood for someone to have intercourse with. Christ, i'm gasping for some hole man, feels like i gotta piece a wood in my boxers. Gus was horned up to f...k he told his pal Oliver to think if he knows anyone with just one rule, Gus's golden rule - No Sh1!heads!. Ollie,always the helpful friend remembered he had earlier in the week met a mate of his birds who he felt would be perfect for Gus. Great set of pins, amazing titties, ass pumped and apparently pretty much game!
Ollie spurted it out -Gus, you gotta meet this wee hunny that Charlene is mates with.....Irene.., Dam Grade A front bum, you'd love her!
Gus always open to the suggestion of Grade A front bum excitedly queried "Gotter number?".
After entering the number into his phone he dialled away getting ready to work his charm when she answered the phone.
"Hello" the voice of an angel answered in a broad fishponds accent.
"Alright kidder is that Irene, this is Gas Gus me pal give me yer number, you know Ollie, Charlenes boyfriend"
"Oh hiya, i know Ollie whats he givin you my number for the f...king mad rocket"
"He told me yer a wee stunner and that me and you would be f....king quality together, so here i am, yer dreams have come true"
"I don't even know what you look like you could look like a pure F....ing horror ya muppet"
"Come on.....A HORROR! you aint heard of Gashead Gus?
from Eastville then, ffs i'll send ya a piccy you doughnut" ......... holding the phone to one side and covering the mouthpiece Gus uttered to Ollie, "She better not be no munter or a Space Cadet you tosser"Ollie went weak and literally shat himself, if he let Gus down he'd know about it!.......
........to be continued.
