Austria v Poland
Title : Austria v Poland (Group B, game four)
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-13
Summary : Football … yep, that’s right !
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For doyblebaby cos she is celebrating …
“Tell me again …” Orlando wriggled. “Why are we watching this match with your cock in my arse?”
“Because it’s a first and we both like pushing back the boundaries a bit?”
“Yeah but Sean, it’s 90 fucking minutes.”
“No it’s 90 minutes of fucking…” Sean laughed.
“Oh ha bloody ha … that joke was last seen at the Skegness summer season 1982.”
“Nowt wrong with Skeggy, except it’s not Bridlington.”
“Didn’t the car get clamped in Bridlington?”
“Yeah, but we were parked on a double yellow…”
“Oh that’s right…” Orlando wriggled again. “Are you wearing a cock ring?”
“Course I am, I’d never go that long without coming, not when you keep doing that, oh god sweetheart, that’s good, do it again,” Sean groaned.
“Sssh…” Orlando was so much better at this than his dearly beloved. “Tell me this, why haven’t the Austrians scored a fucking goal? They’re dominating the action but bugger all is happening…”
“ …”
“Oi Sean, I’m talking to you…”
“Sorry but when you do that,” Sean was losing it. “Um … Harnik fucked it up …”
“Oh yes … so he did … are you gonna fuck it up baby?” Orlando could feel Sean’s orgasm building. “Well don’t, cos you promised me 90 minutes and I’d be really upset if …”
“Yes yes …” Sean wondered why he was always hoist with his own petard. “Not till the final whistle or when you say I can.”
~~
It wasn’t that exciting a match but Sean was never able to remember much about it. Despite the cock ring, he was in the greatest discomfort that he could remember suffering in forever.
But Orlando was merciful. In the ninetieth minute as Vastic’s penalty hit home while a nation held its breath, he gave the word and felt a spurt of delicious heat deep inside the core of his body.
Austria 1-1 Poland
Author: dalehead
Pairing : Orlibean
Rating : NC-13
Summary : Football … yep, that’s right !
Disclaimer: This is entirely made up.
Author’s Note : For doyblebaby cos she is celebrating …
“Tell me again …” Orlando wriggled. “Why are we watching this match with your cock in my arse?”
“Because it’s a first and we both like pushing back the boundaries a bit?”
“Yeah but Sean, it’s 90 fucking minutes.”
“No it’s 90 minutes of fucking…” Sean laughed.
“Oh ha bloody ha … that joke was last seen at the Skegness summer season 1982.”
“Nowt wrong with Skeggy, except it’s not Bridlington.”
“Didn’t the car get clamped in Bridlington?”
“Yeah, but we were parked on a double yellow…”
“Oh that’s right…” Orlando wriggled again. “Are you wearing a cock ring?”
“Course I am, I’d never go that long without coming, not when you keep doing that, oh god sweetheart, that’s good, do it again,” Sean groaned.
“Sssh…” Orlando was so much better at this than his dearly beloved. “Tell me this, why haven’t the Austrians scored a fucking goal? They’re dominating the action but bugger all is happening…”
“ …”
“Oi Sean, I’m talking to you…”
“Sorry but when you do that,” Sean was losing it. “Um … Harnik fucked it up …”
“Oh yes … so he did … are you gonna fuck it up baby?” Orlando could feel Sean’s orgasm building. “Well don’t, cos you promised me 90 minutes and I’d be really upset if …”
“Yes yes …” Sean wondered why he was always hoist with his own petard. “Not till the final whistle or when you say I can.”
~~
It wasn’t that exciting a match but Sean was never able to remember much about it. Despite the cock ring, he was in the greatest discomfort that he could remember suffering in forever.
But Orlando was merciful. In the ninetieth minute as Vastic’s penalty hit home while a nation held its breath, he gave the word and felt a spurt of delicious heat deep inside the core of his body.
Austria 1-1 Poland