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

really." "Well just don't show off!" Suzanne ordered. "Who put you in fucking charge?" I asked. "Somebody has to look after you," she said, "Anyway Daddy has had a word and you're on the shortlist for London 2012. "Right," I said, "I'll watch it on telly if that's all right." "Running!" she said, "Daddy pulled a few strings." "Fuck!" I said. "Lionel wants to discuss your training schedule," she said, "Thats why he asked you to come." I waited for the prat, "Look, ah, John." he said, "I'll understand if you don't want to." he said. "Don't want to do what?" I asked. "It's a long hard slog training," he said. "And a total fucking waste of time," I said, "Look at them weedy prats." I said and pointed. "Its Portugal," he said, "Altitude training." "Fuck that," I said, "I ain't got no passport." "But you need to train hard if you're going to win!" he insisted. "Look," I said, "A few bevvies and a decent curry of a night and a bit of hard work of a morning is what keeps you fit!" "There's a bit more to it than that," Suzanne chirped. "And a decent fuck to help you kip," I said, she blushed bright red. "That's ridiculous!" he said. "So, why was them other wankers so fucking useless," I pointed out, "They're shagged out with fucking training." "For gods sake won't you take this seriously?" Lionel asked. "Nope," I said, "Fuck the Olympics!" That should have been that really, they all fucked off to Portugal and that and then suddenly part way through the London Olympics there was a ... copper busting our door down, "Oi Johnno!" Pc Tony Mulholland who was a mate of mine, yelled. "Fuck off," I said. "Fucking Olympic team needs you!" he said, "Some dopy twat forgot to take your name off the list and you're out number three Marathon entry. "Fuck off!" I said, "It's four in the morning, I only had two hours kip." "Come on!" he ordered, "We got the Subaru WRC outside, I ent passing up the chance of a ton up bash down the M1 just because you don't fancy it." he said. I tried to kip in the car but the screaming of the siren kept me awake and then we was down the smoke and these fuckers was doing their nuts finding me some accreditation and some kit and al that what should have been done weeks before. Almost before I knew it I was kitted out in Team GB kit and freezing me bollocks off at the Marathon start, god, I got the bloody cold shoulder treatment from everyone, obviously the other teams saw me as a threat, either that or a joke, but our lot cold shouldered me too, nobody wanted to share me fags, and to put the tin hat on it the ponce with the drinks sidled up and asked what I wanted in my bottle. "Stella Artois mate," I said. "You have got to be joking!" he said. "No a can of Stella,"I said, "Savvy?" Lionel was there, "Oh no, he'll want a ciggy break halfway as well." "Now you mention it," I said, "Is there a chip shop anywhere about?" I asked. They just fucked off, the BBC bloke interviewed the bloke as said I nicked his place, the other Brits ignored me and I ...