1. Marathon Man


    Date: 10/29/2016, Categories: Fiction, Boys/Teen Female, Cheating, Reluctance, Author: JohnnoAllthwaite, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    street, how'd it get past bollards?" I asked. "Not that sort of coach!" Dad said. "Oh, well I hope someone got the horse shit for their rhubarb," I replied. "Oh give me strength," Dad said, "Not a fifty four seater Bedford Duple, not a coach and horses a bloody athletics coach!" "Right," I says. "Only want's to sign you up as an Athlete!" Dad says. "Right," I says, "What's in it for me?" "Gold medals lad!" he says, "Honour of the country!" "Right," I says, "Sod all then." "I don't know," Mum says, "That Saddam Hussein did alright for himself." "She means Hussein Bolt," Dad says getting it wrong as well. "Sprinter," I says, "Right." "Or that Nigel Phelps," Mum added. "He's a swimmer Mum," I says, "Give me bleeding strength!" and I went up to bed for a lie down and I was so knackered I didn't wake up till Suzanne called round Sunday teatime. There was this bloody row, "How was I to know you were his girlfriend!" Suzanne was saying. I legged it downstairs, Sandra was going at Suzanne like she was some guard dog or some such. "Leave him alone!" she said. "Is she your girlfriend?" Suzanne asked. "Was," I said, "Al's sort of took her on, I just pokes her now and again." "You said you loved me!" Sandra said. "I was pissed, you still charged me though," I reminded her. "Mates rates," she said, "And you had a blow job." "Ugh!" Suzanne sneered. "Don't you walk away from me!" Sandra snapped and she swung at Suzanne, Suzanne dodged smacked Sandra in the nose and flipped her on her back ...
    Judo style. "Or what?" Suzanne asked. "Nothing," Sandra agreed, "You're welcome, you won't be so chuffed when you're trying to get some kip and he want's it again, he's fucking insatiable!" "Oh," says Suzanne, "Goody, you should let him screw you sister and mummy like he screws mine!" Sandra thought about it, "I ain't got no sister," she says. Suzanne looks at me, "Come on down the Club, Lionel would like you to try out for fifteen hundred meters." she said. "I don't know," I said, but she was very persuasive, and when I said I'd go if Al did we went round and picked him up. The club was fantastic, like a gymnasium and everything, "Where's the bar?" I asked. There weren't one, nor a fag machine. "Roger is regional champion at the snatch and jerk!" Suzanne said as this great gorilla of a bloke walks past. I couldn't help it, I just about pissed myself laughing. "What's funny," he said all menacing like. "Nothing," I said, "No, I never meant anything," I said. He was carrying some weights on a bar, "Hang on," I said, "I'll give you a hand," He put the bar down and glared at me, "Look, it just sounds funny," I said, and I picked up the bar with me left hand, "Where do you want them." There was this crump when he fainted. "What the fuck?" I asked. Suzanne went white, "Oh, lets go outside," she said, "That was really rotten!" she said. "What?" I asked. "You, lifting his weights one handed!" she said, "Making him look stupid." "I thought it was a bit heavy," I said, "I never thought ...
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