Texting the wrong person

This is a story of how I texted the wrong person and led to a ‘career highlight’ of my sex life to date.

This was a few years back when me and my ex-girlfriend decided to get back together and had been chatting over Facebook. Anyway, we chatted most of the day while she was at work and I couldn’t visit her. This was Wednesday but she said she would be up for meeting Thursday evening. Things got more heated and we were chatting dirty on FB when she had to go to sleep, She told me not to jerk off though as she wanted to swallow a big load (she knew if i didn’t at least cum every morning and evening i would be cumming buckets for her amazing BJ’s).

Day out at the races [M/F]

Just as a prerequisite, I’m British so some of the terms below might seem odd to you but I left them in as a few American’s found them funny. I’ve never posted anything like before so feedback is welcome.

I left school at 18, went on to do a building and construction course at college, i fell into a couple of labouring jobs but nothing solid came along for a while until i started playing rugby again. I hadn't played since school, i discovered booze and birds and rugby just fell to the back of my mind, as it would do for most horny young lads i guess, lol. I started playing for my local team after a mate recommended i start training with them, a great bunch of lads who fast became good mates. It was through one lad who played on the team, Sam, that i got wind of a job with his Dad's building firm, they got a lot of contracts for new housing estates and it seemed to be a good lead, i met with his Dad one Sunday afternoon in the pub and he filled me in with the details and i started the following week. Good money and another good group of lads, plenty of banter flying about. The social aspect was great too, Sams Dad was a bit of a wheeler-dealer and had a lot of contacts, we would go to the pub every Friday after finishing work and we'd hardly pay for a pint because he knew the Landlord, if we went into town we'd get into most of the clubs for free, including lap-dancing clubs, it was fucking great and we all made the most of it. None of us ever asked any questions about how or why, we just had fun.