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JULY 4TH STORIES! Please read and post!

ViperGTS

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I am creating this thread so that everyone who had a memorable, fun, or completely shitty time for their celebration of July 4th (or the first, for your silly hosers 😛 *coughcoughcosmocough*)can talk about it here and share with everyone else! 🙂

I went tonight because the local high school, which has the best fireworks displays near me, does theirs on the friday night before the 4th. So, on the 2nd, I took twenty bucks and left for the fun times. They have a carnival, which is always a good thing. However, when I got there, I realized that I was completely by myself, and started to feel kinda bad.

That is, of course, until I ran into a good friend of mine, Melissa. She introduced me to her "lesbian lover" Mary. Let me tell you about these two.

Melissa is about a head shorter than me (I am 5'7" 3/4, she is roughly 5'4"), with light brown hair and striking blue eyes. Her friend, Mary, is slightly shorter, maybe an inch or two, and blond/blue. While Mary is rather thin, not irritatingly so, but model-esque, Melissa is more filled out. Not heavy, just filled.

Melissa and Mary and I hung out for most of the night, just bullshitting and going on rides, all in all having a great time. My mood picked way up very quickly, and because both of the girls are very physical, we had fun goofing off and making contact with each other.

At one point, as we were walking through the carnival, this guy, slightly taller than me, starts hitting on Melissa. Now, we're not going out or anything, but this guy was really getting on my nerves. With me standing right the fuck there, he starts asking her really rude and crass questions about threesomes and lesbianism and things like that. At one point, he started joking with me. He made a crack that was, to him, bloody hilarious, looked at me, and quickly shut up when I was staring him right in the face.
"Do you have like, no sense of humor?"
"Oh I do, you just aren't doing very well with it."
"...
Are you going to punch me in the face?"
"Keep up the way you are and I just might be tempted to."

I decided not to go too far into that, and at one point he asked if he and Melissa could go for a walk and chat. Now, Mary knew this fella from a while ago, though only vaguely, and we quickly decided to keep an eye on him - he wasn't trustworthy. After about 15 minutes, Melissa comes back over to us and is making faces at me - she wanted this guy away. I got her to the side and said, stand up to him, and if it doesn't work, he'll have to deal with the White Knight. She then basically told him to leave her the fuck alone, and he started to argue. She went to walk away and he began pursuit, but I stepped in front of him. A few minutes of shutting him down was all it took, and my job as The Protector was complete. 😀

About an hour later, the fireworks started. We parked ourselves on the grass and I took a few pictures with my digital camera, then got Mary's sandals off. She giggled and complained, but playfully. Her feet are evenly tanned and very smooth, though slightly smelly. :-( But what's that to a hard core tickler? I convinced her to willingly put her feet right in my lap, saying, "I'm not going to torture you!", and for about half of the fireworks show (about fifteen minutes or so) I tickled and massaged her feet, which, as it turned out, are one of only two spots on her that is actually ticklish. Gently I raked my fingertips up and down her soles, using my nails to my advantage, and occasionally all-out tickle attacking her little feet for some extra squeals. Not once did she try to take her legs away from me, and I grinned, calling her on the fact that she obviously loved it. Then Melissa asked for a footrub.

She got it, allright, along with a healthy dose of sole tickling also. At one point, I got Mary to help me tickle Melissa's feet, then went back to playing with Mary, and Melissa wanted revenge. Lots of ticklish fun was had by all and by the time we left, Melissa had the hiccups and Mary tummy ached slightly, but they were both in wonderful moods. 🙂 I love using tickling as a stress reliever!

They both wanted a kiss goodnight (horny ladies!), so they got it, and we went our seperate ways.

I think that was my best Fourth Of July celebration ever. 😀
 
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Boy, I imagine it would be!!!!

Actually, my fave July 4th story has nothing to do with the previous...rather it illuminates how ludicrous things can be...

One fourth, many, many moons ago, the temp outside hit the century mark. It was in the middle of a very hot spell during a summer of very hot spells. The event of the afternoon was unfolding, a pitching masterpiece by Yankees' starter Dave Righetti against the Red Sox. Inning after inning past, and Righetti was collecting zeroes on the scoreboard like some people around here collect pix and clips. My best friend and his cousin, a rabid, foaming at the mouth Yankees fan who once actually played in their farm system, were watching the game with mounting tension. This mounting tension matched the mounting thunderheads in the skies above...as the afternoon wore on, they thickened and darkened. Finally, in the middle of the eighth, the storm hit, and knocked out the power. My best friend's cousin was apoplectic. This man, who dedicated (and still dedicates; he's now 51 and a past-master) his life to the fine art of Laziness, was running around like a chicken with his head cut off. He then went out to the garage, and got a ladder, and prepared to go out on the roof and fix whatever was wrong. He didn't know what was wrong, or how to fix it, and he was about to go up there in a thunderstorm.
"Look, Ben Franklin," hollered my best friend. "You wanna get yourself killed up there? What the fuck's the matter with you?"
"Righetti's pitching a no-hitter, and this happens!" he replied. It took a good fifteen minutes to talk him into not going on the roof.
Dave Righetti did pitch his no-hitter. My best friend and his cousin found out from me, after I called up and told them. I then really spoiled the party when I asked why they didn't turn on the radio to listen to it there...
😛
 
parades, cookouts, fire works, FUN!

my weekekd went very well. stating with a parade in darien ill. on saturday. on the way there 3 different people who noticed my uniform (at stop lights)thanked me for serving etc. one trucker, in an 18 wheeler saw my rifle case in the back of my convertable, and said "hey get an iraqi for me ok?" so as a side point i think many still favor this little war.

i got to the meeting point and the guys were already there into the first keg of the day, lol. at 8:15 a.m.!
the parade was ok.. nothing great, just small town fun.

afterwards, we went back and ate, drank, and played a tossing game.
i left about 12noon.

yesterday sunday was another parade, this time in wheaton ill.
no drinking! different groups of guys/girls.
this parade display we did had a theme. we were g.i.'s escorting german pow's. the other guys doing g.i. were brutle. i was amazed!
the crowd loved it! i didn't do any of that. a couple of german guys asked why i wasn't doing it? i told them we airborn types didn't have any experience with pow's. we killed everyone ,and didn't take prisoners. they got a little worried when i didn't laugh. the most i did was prod with my beyonet ,and a few light butt strokes.
we would roust the out of the collum and make them give candy to the kids along the parade rout. long parade, 2 miles, 2 hours long.

last night i cooked out. chicked, and boneless pork chops. zuccini, and potatoes. all grilled. after eating we went to to a party, and fireworks in rolling meadows (yes another suburb). the winds were in he wrong direction, and the arial bombs were going off right over the crowd! many got burned, and debries in their eyes. including me and 2 of my kids. after that i took my oldest home (she's recovering from surgery last week), the others went back to the party, and didn't get home till 1:20 this morning. i'm going to enjoy waking them at 9 a.m.
:devil:

steve
 
Steve-
Don't be surprised next week if you open the Sun-Times and find a story about a class action suit filed from people who got burned in the Rolling Meadows parade. I'm dying to know just who signed off on this...😛
 
Knox The Hatter said:
Steve-
Don't be surprised next week if you open the Sun-Times and find a story about a class action suit filed from people who got burned in the Rolling Meadows parade. I'm dying to know just who signed off on this...😛

lmao! no shit knox, i'd bet people are talking to their lawyers today.

steve
 
I havent had a really memorable July 4th in a long time, but something that happened in 1985 stands out.
That year I went on a cross country teen tour in a bus around America. A trip that I was supposed to be on for 44 days, which was unfortunately derailed, because I had a go cart accident in Phoenix and severely bruised my knee, which left me in so much pain that I had to leave the tour three weeks early in California. That's off subject, now back to the 4th of July story.
That year I spent my 4th of July on a bus for 13 hours driving non stop from Atlanta to New Orleans in the pouring rain. We had sandwiches, slept, and played music. Then, upon arrival in New Orleans, we had a nice dinner, and saw a great fireworks show on the banks of the Missisippi that night. It was a long, tiring day that ended nicely.
Had I left on my tour two days later, I would have had an even more memorable fourth that year. The tour company had different tours leaving on different days for about a ten day period, and when we all met up in California, we found out that the tour that had left New York right after us was in Atlanta on the 4th, and saw the famous 4th of July game at Fulton County stadium between the Braves and Mets that had several rain delays, went 19 innings, and ended at 4am. That would have been something to watch! My tour actually ended up at a game in Houston a couple of days later which went 19 innings and lasted until almost 2am. All in all, it was a wild end to a weird fourth of July weekend that year.

Mitch
 
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