Oh dear god
I can't believe I'm about to write this... oh well, enjoy people!

I used to be a bit of a violent fucker, prone to getting into scraps at school. One of these was with a mate in the changing rooms. It wasn't anything spectacular (hey, we were like 14), but because he was much bigger than me he ended up sitting on my chest to calm me down.

At least, he thought he was sitting on my chest.

Imagine my situation - I'm on the floor, bent into all sorts of awkward positions, with some cunts leg in my face. I can't breathe, because his leg is taking up my mouth and nostrils. I did what anyone in that position would do to get him off me.

I bit him.

Really really hard.

Only it turned out he wasn't sitting on my chest, he was sitting on my face, and it wasn't his leg in my mouth, it was his arse-cheek.

He couldn't sit down for a while, and his girlfriend tells me that even now, years later, he still has a scar.

Poor fucker has a scar on his arse that all his girlfriends will see from now on, and he has to explain that another guy bit him there.
( Detrius521, Thu 2 Sep 2004, 11:10, Reply)