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

got bored, "Fuck it," I said and gave it a bit of welly. It was really chucking it down with rain now with the rain landing and jumping back in the air again when I come round the last bend, all I wanted was me coat so I really legged it and jumped over this ribbon some twat had across the road, "Where's me fucking coat?" I asked when this cunt off of TV shoved a microphone in me gob. "John Allthwaite, Olympic Gold Medalist!" he said, "How does that sound?" "Uh, what?" I asked. "You won!" he said, "You won Gold at the twenty twelve London Olympics!" "Fucking hell," I said, "I never realised!" "Is there anyone you want to thank, your trainer?" he asked. "Yeah, Weatherfield Council for giving me the job on the bins what got me fit," I suggested, "The Lads down the Flying Horse, the." I couldn't really think,"Sandra for letting me fuck her half price." The TV bloke looked really worried, "So to what do you ascribe your outstanding performance to," he asked, "Training, diet perhaps?" "Ten pints of Stella most nights," I said, "And fags to steady the nerves," I added, "Woodbines mainly!" "Was the altitude training a key component?" the bloke asked. "Oh yeah, if shagging Suzanne on Ilkley Moor is altitude training!" I agreed, "It's bollocks really ent it," I said, "All this training!" The TV director bloke was doing his nut, making cut signs, "Concentrate on the fucking second and third battle," he said. "I can't they're fucking knackered," the ... interviewer said on live TV to about six zillion fuckers as the two poor sods lay on their backs on the road too knackered to stand. "There a chip shop round here?" I asked, "I could use a curry me." and then I saw Suzanne. "Oi let me bird through,"I said as she fought her way through. "So. ah Miss, ah Suzanne," the bloke asked reading her name badge, because the other fuckers was still too knackered to talk, "What are your plans now." "Olympics, twenty sixteen," Suzanne declared, "I'm hoping to do the Heptathlon!" she lied. "And I need a fuck," I said and pulled down her pants in front of a TV audience of about five zillion fuckers as China TV desperately tried to pull the plug. "Johnno!" Suzanne wailed as I hauled Percy out of me and rammed it firmly up her chuff, "Oh Johnno!" she wailed. Fucking TV pulled into a close up shot so they couldn't see we was fucking as we bounced around, "Are you looking forward to the medal ceremony later, he asked. "To be fucking honest," I said, "The fucking national anthem is crap and either you uses a brass band playing it or I'll fuck off home." "Absolutely," Suzanne's father agreed, as he joined us "I said all along that we should have the Royal Marines play it!" And then the bloke who came second sat up looked at the times and bloody fainted. Seemed we had totally fucked the World record and all. That's when I woke up. That's what happens when you watch the Olympics instead of going down the pub, you dream. .