This is a true story and before anyone asks yes there are pictures but no I won't be sharing as I like my privacy also they are not digital and for some reason I like that.

It happened around almost 20years ago now when I was in my early 20s.
Just to set the scene I lived in a small village and my parents owned the local pub which at the time was heart of the community. I worked in it when I was not at university.
Annually we would host a fund raising event in the beer garden normally it was just a barbecue but we had done pub quizzes and sports days(yes like when you were at school).
This particular year my parents decided to do a barbecue again but wanted a little bit more to draw peoples attention.

I am not sure where my love of seeing people gunged had come from but since puberty I had enjoyed seeing people get gunged and had made myself messy in private a number of times.
So when they asked if I had any ideas I blurted out what about a gunge tank.

I had meant for someone else to end up in preferably Jenny who was a barmaid that I had a crush on. We got on great together I probably would have dated but we were never single at the same time.
It probably would have been her if it wasn't for the hen night and her very underhanded tactic.

Who was to be gunged was being decided by the amount donated against them. From the start it had been a two horse race between her and me and she was out in front.
Then the weekend before the event we had a big hen party and by big I mean almost all the women in the village that were old enough to drink(and a few that weren't).
Jenny suggested to them that I would be a much better person in the gunge tank than her which drummed up a bit of support but only a few quid was put against me.
Seeing that see was not getting much cash out of them I laughed and started to tease her.
I wish I hadn't because I think it made her determined it would be me and not her.
The next thing I know she announcing to the bar that if the bar raised over £500 for charity I would be gunged in my swimming trunks. Now I don't mind being in a pair of Speedo at the pool where everyone is similarly dressed I wasn't sure about being sat in a gunge tank with the village watching me. Before I could protest the donations started flooding in and it was too late.

The rest of the week was quite in the bar so I was not able to get enough money back on Jenny even telling people that she would be in a swimsuit.

The count was done the night before and I had lost/won I am not sure how to put it anyway I was going to be gunged but to my relief we had only made £494 so I would not be in my trunks.
Jenny quickly opened her purse and stuck a £10 note on my pile
I protested that it didn't count but my father acted as referee and said it did as he would not refuse a donation and that I should not make bets if I didn't like losing. I was about to protest that I had never made the bet in the first place but I knew it would be no good.

Looking back I wish I had taken charge of the build of the gunge tank and the gunge, but it had been left to my father.
The tank ended up being an old shower cubicle with an open top. To this day I am not sure if he didn't know how to make a drop tank or if he just didn't want to. Instead he just set a stepladder up at the back and would just pour the gunge into the shower cubicle.
A empty beer keg became a makeshift seat.

Not knowing about the slime powders you can now get he just mixed up 4 buckets of wallpaper paste and poster paint for colour.

When the time came I took a deep breath and took off my robe that had been keeping my skimpy outfit hidden.
The cat calls and wolf whistles soon died down as I sat in the tank with just a small pair of black Speedo swimming trunks covering my slowly growing cock. The thought of what was about to happen was rapidly turning me on so I sat with my hands in my lap.

There was a short count down them the first bucket hit me sort of. My father tipped the bucket over quickly and while some of it hit the top of my head most was lost out the front of the tank.
For a second I forgot about the other buckets and was disappointed to still be relatively clean.
Jenny was quick to remind me. She grabbed one of the buckets and instead of passing it up to my father she came round the front of the tank and threw it full force at me.
I was not expecting it and it struck my chest so hard I almost fell off the keg. This was the coverage I expected my chest was completely covered and it had splashed over my face and was pooling in my lap.

The crowd cheered and laughed as I spat a little bit out.

Learning for his previous mistake my father slowly poured the next bucket coating my shoulders and back.

I sat there for what felt like forever before I heard Jenny's voice call my name from above me.
Stupidly I looked up and yes you can guess what happened.
The gunge caught me in the face and I couldn't see anything. I leaned further back to get my face out of the stream of gunge and for the first time moved my hand from my lap and started to clear my eyes.
I never asked Jenny if what happened next was deliberate or not, but I am sure she saw from her position above me that my cock was now supper hard a straining against my trunks.
I think I could have tightened the draw strings a bit more as with me leaning back and my hard cock pushing forward there was now a gap and the flow of gunge suddenly switched focus.
As soon as the slow trickle of gunge that Jenny was pouring found the gap I felt the flow increase and it felt like at least half the bucket made it inside before I was able to adjust my position and close the gap.

Everyone cheered as the last of the gunge was poured.
I gave a wave while trying to cover myself with the other hand then I realised that there was now so much gunge pooled in my lap that I could be sat naked and nobody would notice.

I would like to say that I pulled Jenny into the gunge or she helped me clean up but the truth is I was handed my robe and I headed for a shower. Full disclosure I did have one of the best wanks of my life before the shower.

Did I ever get Jenny back? No she started dating someone shortly after who later became her husband

Why did I not do it again. I wish I had as it was so much fun but I got a proper job in a big city and a couple of years later my parents sold up and retired to Spain so the opportunity has never presented itself.

Hope you enjoyed my trip down memory lane