A group of worldclass athletes are having a get togetherIt's the last time they can have a bit of a blow out before the really hardcore Olympic training begins. Everyone's just starting to get a bit squiffy and the conversation is beginning to flow more easily. One of the marathon runners decides the music is a little low tempo and sticks on Latin by Holy Fuck, a couple of the heptathletes begin dancing together, gyrating sexily and getting closer and closer. A few of the men cheer and wolf whistle, generally egging them on.
While everyone is distracted, a sprinter takes his chance and starts dropping liquidised temazepam into a few drinks. Not enough to knock people out, but more than enough to really loosen them up and not remember it next day. He's done a dozen or so drinks, when he realises the tone of the sounds behind him have changed and he looks round to see that the heptathletes and a couple of swimmers are now on the floor, pretty much naked, kissing, fondling and licking. One or two of the high jumpers have got their cocks out and are stroking them gently.
The sprinter's own cock gets so hard so quickly it bursts through the thin lycra of his running shorts and he spurts a thick, copious stream of manfat down a shotputter's back. He doesn't know if the shotputter is male or female.
It is the only time he is going to come first this Olympics.
(While everyone is distracted, a sprinter takes his chance and starts dropping liquidised temazepam into a few drinks. Not enough to knock people out, but more than enough to really loosen them up and not remember it next day. He's done a dozen or so drinks, when he realises the tone of the sounds behind him have changed and he looks round to see that the heptathletes and a couple of swimmers are now on the floor, pretty much naked, kissing, fondling and licking. One or two of the high jumpers have got their cocks out and are stroking them gently.
The sprinter's own cock gets so hard so quickly it bursts through the thin lycra of his running shorts and he spurts a thick, copious stream of manfat down a shotputter's back. He doesn't know if the shotputter is male or female.
It is the only time he is going to come first this Olympics.
Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:09,
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This one felt a little tame some how... Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:15,
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I think I love you.
Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...",
Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:12,
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OK, but no kissing Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:17,
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nice Holy Fuck mention, but I think you mean "Latin America";)
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HappyToast Groat froth,
Thu 19 Apr 2012, 16:32,
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NopeThe album is called Latin, was listening to it as I typed!
( Wasp Box like a nervous random stranger at a glory hole,
Thu 19 Apr 2012, 17:14,
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