When I was about fifteen, I recall playing football one evening with my mates, on a very muddy field, it had been raining for a while, but eventually it stopped, but we were diving about getting filthy, as boys do.
It was about 10pm, darkness was drawing in, at times it was hard to see our brown football, against the backdrop of the night sky, but we persevered.
We were happily playing, minding our own business, when suddenly from out of the darkness about a dozen or so, much older girls came strolling over, walking through our game, and then sat down on an off field bench, just a couple of feet beyond our un-netted goals, made up of jumpers etc.
Then proceeded to take out a rather large bottle of wine, and began to drink and chat about everything, and nothing, as girls do, whilst now and again secretly eyeing some of us much younger boys up....not me.....yet!
They became annoyed at us, for continuing to kick the ball in their direction. But it was our goal mouth, and we were there first!, it was their choice to sit there, the last place for them to sit down and drink would be right there, on a football pitch, surely they could have gone somewhere else to party.
I think they were just on a night out!, but what a place to spend it!, on a muddy and dark football pitch. And they had the audacity to complain at us, whenever our ball would zoom their way. we said Fuck em, We ignored their moans, and kept on enjoying our game. why should we spoil our fun, just because of them?.
I was a bit of a Football Dynamo in those days. At one point in our game, I rounded a defender, then the keeper, then smashed home a fantastic shot, that crashed against the solid brick wall, just above their heads, where they had chose to sit.
They had the temerity again, to then have another moan at us.
“Oui, cant you lot do that some place else, we’re trying to drink here!”
One of them shouted, or slurred angrily at us.
“This is a Football pitch…..so you lot clear off instead!”
Was my cheeky reply.
“You cheeky little urchin….I’d be careful if I were you boy!”
Another calmly suggested back at me, then went back to their gossiping, and suggestive talk, which was mainly about men, I suppose, I mean what else is there for you girls to talk about, but us wonderful fellers?...lol.
We went on with our game, I think they were getting more an more irritated with every shot that flew past them, and just missing them!, our shots were getting closer,and closer.
Once again, but by accident!, we conjured up another shot, which I hit on the volley, it beat the keeper, great goal, but with no net to stop it, it shot straight into one of their faces, covering the others with spatters of trailing mud from the ball, the girl fell backwards and onto the grass behind, and almost bashed her head against the wall.
“Oui, what did I say!?…clear off!”
berated another, as she and the others emediatly picked up their fallen friend, whilst still scowling at us.
I had no sympathy with them, this was a Football pitch, I mean what part of that, did they not understand?. I was becoming angry with them, I mean I didn’t ask them to sit there. My sarcastic, bratish rude side came out.
“Oh, get lost Granny!”
I replied, I’d had enough.
Their mouths dropped agog, of what I had just called her.
“What did he call me?”
“I Called you Granny….now, fuck off, and slag somewhere else!”
I just wanted to play Football, and we were loosing our light, and they were wasting the time we had left, so of course I was angry.
They were so shocked at what I said, that they all got up, looking at us, then concentrated more on me, looking me up and down, one of them started to walk towards me,
“Leave it Judy!”
One said, stopping her in her tracks.
"Yeah...you are so lucky...boy"
said Judy sitting back down.
“Behave yourselves boys….or else!”
said Judy's friend, I wanted them to leave, not sit back down again.
“Or else what…..Grand ma?”
There were a thousand different places even on that field they could have sat and had a chat, there were benches all over, in much safer places, there was even a partially covered stand to sit in, but oh no, they had to sit right there, which didn’t make any sense to me, or to any of my friends.
(In hindsight, one of them might have been interested in one of my mates!)
“Or, we’ll bloody well have you!”.
replied one, angrily. We all laughed at them, I mean what could a bunch of tarts do to a group of macho boys?.
“And think yourselves lucky lads, because if it was up to her!”
She pointed to Judy, whom had just been picked up off the grass, with her white top, and one side of her face covered with the muddy imprint of our ball.
“One of you, would be running around here….naked!”
we must have been hearing things right, did she really say that to us?.
“What!”
“You heard!”
“Yeah, right, you and who else’s army!”
“ We won’t need no army for you boys!”.
“What….just you lot…..I don’t think so!….impossible”.
I cockily replied. I was absolutely convinced she was talking crap, and it would be impossible.
“Hear that girls……he doesn’t think so!”
“Lets show him, shall we!”
Just like before they all got up, but this time began to chase all of us at first. Before long they had singled me out, my friends stood around laughing, happy now, because the girls were ignoring them, with just an eye for me.
I think my friends were a little worried to begin with, but now they were only after my blood, they didn’t care.
“Go get him girls!”.
One of my closest friends shouted, grimming like a Cheshire Cat.
Huh, some mate!.
The girls as ever, were not as fit as us boys could ever be, especially with wine inside them, but then, my so called mates helped to corner me.
They thought it would be fun, to catch me, then hand me over to them.
“Thanks boys……come here you!”.
one of them scowled, grabbing me roughly, and twisting me by my ear, then between them they trawled me over the wet muddy grass, then dropped me onto my back, into a massive puddle, which was also a quagmire of mud.
They glared down at me. i was freezing sat in that puddle.
“We’ll teach you….Boy!”
they weren’t quick enough, still covered in mud, I quickly got up, and ran away.
“Come here you!”
They couldn’t catch me.
“You Grannies aren’t fast enough!”
I shouted back, once more they gave chase again, I kept away from my mates, some how I didn’t trust them anymore!.
I could have kept this up, all night long, and they would never have caught me, that is, if I hadn’t clumsily tripped over in another, but even bigger puddle, that I was kicking at them, i was soaking them.
I crashed back onto the muddy ground, within seconds they were all over me.
They grimaced, ignoring the wetness of the terrain, and just piled on top of me. even knealing in the same puddle as i was being held by them in.
“What does he keep calling us?”
Asked one, as I still tried to wrestle with them, all at once.
I couldn’t believe it, I was actually being over powered by a bunch of mere females. It doesn’t happen, does it?.
“Grannies!, I think he said dear!”.
“Get off!”
I shouted, as I tried to wiggle and kick my way out of their combined clutches.
I was worried in case one of them got a lucky punch in, and accidentally hurt me, especially in front of my mates. I didn’t want to be the first boy, in the history of the world to be beaten up by mere girls, no boy would ever live that humiliation down. that doesn’t happen either, does it?.
“Grannies huh…..well, lets show him what Grannies can do….shall we girls”.
one suggested.
“Yeah, by teaching the cheeky loud mouthed brat some manners!”
Said another, as they pinned me onto the grass, by my arms and legs.
One of them laughed loudly, then shouted.
“Strip him Girls!”
I was horrified, right away I knew what that meant!. Possible embarrassment!!, especially with my mates watching, and tomorrow was another school day, and news like this would get around, like a bad doze of flu.
Suddenly I was in in the fight of my life, now wishing they would beat me up instead, Christ I would let them!.
They were all much older then me, all of them had left school. Seeing I only had my Football kit on, which were the only clothes I had with me, of course, I was completly naked within seconds!.
Their older hands and fingers combined, made short work of my football boots, quickly followed by my long socks, a couple of others grabbed the sleeves of my Yellow Football shirt, then dragged it off over me head, I couldn’t see for a moment, as it got stuck on my neck, but I could feel my shorts being pulled down, and hear them giggling, and my mates still laughing from over yonder somewhere, whilst making sure that they stayed well out of it, just in case.
I could hear them happily chanting and cheering the girls on, they cheered even louder, as they finally pulled my shirt off.
By then i was comopletly naked.
“Tickle him!”
There were hands all over my naked frame, tickling the life out of me.
I was screaming with reluctant laughter.
Do you know, I use to go there quite often, usually to play Football, not to be stripped completely naked, then almost tickled too death, by a bunch of older girls, and just because they didn’t know where to sit.
They were roaring with laughter, especially as my cock got accidentally bigger.
“Pervert!”
One shouted pointing at it.
Pervert!!!!, what did they expect?.
They began to tire.
“Now what Girls!”
Asked another, all of them were still inconsolable with laughter.
“Lets tie him to the fence, and throw mud balls at him….is that alright with you boys?”
One of them called out to my so called mates, whom were enjoying every moment of this. They would have such a juicy story to tell everyone at school, tomorrow, and probably for quite a few months to come.
Hell, I’m still telling it now!.
“Carry on Girls…..don’t mind us!”
They didn’t mind, not even my flushes of humiliation, as they left me tied up, and aimed tufts of mud at me, even my friends joined in now and again whilst they also carried on playing football, but without me.
For some reason, they didn’t dare attempt to set me free.
My so called friends even purposely kept kicking the ball at my mud covered, and naked trussed up body. And to put the icing on the cake, they finally untied me, which was ok!.
But when the girls left to go, the boys naturally followed them like flies around a cow pat, taking my few bits of clothing with them, pinning them onto a rubbish bin, just outside the park, meaning, if I wanted them, then I would have to risk meeting with the general public, and fetch them, whilst still naked.
My friends never helped at all. I waited for about an hour, for the night to get really dark, then I tip-toed out, and quickly got dressed into my kit…..which was still soaking wet
“ewe!”.
it was a long lonely, cold walk home that night.
when I think about it now, I am so glad, that mobile cam-phones hadn’t yet been invented, and the inter-net was yet to exist, because I am absolutely certain, that little cheeky Fifteen year old brat, would have ended up on there somewhere, for all of the kinky watching world to see.
The End
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