Champions

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We won. I kicked the last goal, after taking a screamer in the pocket. The hush around the ground was frightening as I lined up and ran in. With my heart in my mouth I kicked as the final siren sounded. From four points down we won by two points. There was pandemonium, the grand stands erupted and I was so relieved. I bent, hands on my knees, to gather breath. My team mates were first as they slapped my back, lifted me to their shoulders and shouted their jubilation. The coaching staff and media were next, and added to my sore back as they pulled me to them. The grandstands emptied and fans milled around to make it a crush. My team mates ran around the oval with the cup held aloft. The noise was deafening. Microphones were thrust in my face. My memory is confirmed by the footage .“How does it feel?” How would I know, I thought.There was concern for my safety. The police and security formed a circle around me. Slowly, we moved off the ground to the player’s race and into the change room. I grabbed my towel and went to the shower. I was so pleased to be showering, to get rid of the mud and blood. The presentations were made on the oval. I was happy in the change room. My legs hurt and my cock was erect with the thrill of it all. The hot water helped. I stood and let the water soothe. Soon the presentations were over. The team began to come in, the throng of fans and hundreds of others with them. The excitement was palpable. There was no security at the door. They jostled for space and watched the Captain come to me. I wondered why he couldn’t wait until Escort Acıbadem I’d finished in the shower. He held out a medal. There were flashes of light as people took pictures.“You got “Best On Ground”, and as I took it every one cheered. “Speech!” people shouted. I turned back to the shower. My erection was embarrassing. “Speech,” they insisted. More gathered, men and women. There were people so close they were getting wet. I was the only one naked.“Speech!” they shouted and it became a chant. A woman was next to me, she ran her hands over me. She was wet, her clothes clung to her. I started to sing the club song, hoping others would join in. I had no idea of what to say.“I am a champion,” The woman stood behind me. Every one began to sing, “with other champions,” she continued to run her hands over me. “we are the champions,” her hands reached round to run over my belly, “of the champion team.” She ran her fingers through my pubic hair,“just for today.” My balls were in her hand. I couldn’t stop singing the song.“We beat the champions,” she changed to my cock, “no longer the champions.” She began to stroke, “they no longer.” Her hand tightened around me, “are the champion team.” The strokes extended, she had rhythm.“We all drink,” the camera flashes continued, “from the champions’ cup.” She was determined, “we can never get enough,” No one tried to stop her. They watched, “we’ve all had a taste.” I tried to move away, “and all we want is more.” I was determined to finish the song. “With the solidarity,” all eyes Kaynarca escort watched. So many pictures were being taken. “Of champions,” my cock throbbed and twitched in her hand. “we’re going to win,” I tried to get control, as the room fell to silence. “the champion’s cup again,” She pumped, fast and furious, “because we’ll work.” My hips buckled and thrust, “to be the champions.” My cock erupted, ropes rose in arcs to fall and splash on the floor.“we’ll do it all again.” The change room erupted with cheers and blinding camera flashes.The woman took my cock in her mouth and sucked it clean. She licked her fingers, kissed my lips and whispered.“You’re mine.” She got my towel and dried my cock. On it, with a permanent marker, she wrote her phone number and over my belly,“We’ll do it all again.” Cameras flashed as she pushed her way through the people and vanished. With her gone I suddenly felt very naked.The celebrations wound up early. There were too many gatecrashers and management were insecure, they worried about fire regulations and the number of people. The police came and helped to empty the club rooms.I hadn’t started to celebrate****I rang.“Kirsty.” Her voice. I hesitated.“Mark.”“I expected you.” I didn’t know what to say.“Meet me.”“Yes.”“Now.”“Yes.”“Rogerios.” She hung up. I went. Drove fast. I went to the door. A hand slid under my arm.“You’re paid for.” We went inside. People everywhere. Music vibrated the floor. My guts churned and shook. I followed. She held my hand. We stepped round people. Women Aydınlı escort bayan in their best- wearing little. Breasts displayed. Men with shirts unbuttoned. They moved as one. The beat galvanized. She pulled my hand. So many people. Strobe lights flashed. I saw snippets of dancing. People so close. A small stair case, I stumbled. She held me. My balance returned. We were on the stage. We stopped in front of the band. I saw the camera, trained on the band, and on us. Its light was on. She gyrated. A feather falling, she twirled. Her arms like wings. I started to dance. Her feet moved. Delicate as they marked the steps. I copied her style. People gathered to watch. Cameras flashedShe lifted her tank top. Swung it around, above her head. People jumped to catch it. She moved around me. Still dancing, and unbuttoned my shirt. She removed and threw it. Women jumped. Breasts bounced. Some one caught it.She backed up to me. I unhooked her bra. It dropped from her. Cameras continued to flash. I waved it round, over my head. I let it go. Men jumped. She danced around me. Her breasts swayed. She was beautiful. Her nipples were large. She came to me. Kissed my lips. Her hands held my face. She kissed me again. Her hands dropped. My belt was undone. She moved away for a moment. Back she came. Fingers undid the button. She slid down the zip. My jeans fell.She danced to me again. I put my hands on her hips. She swayed in front of me, waiting. I pushed her skirt down. She kicked off her shoes. I followed and slid off my socks. I stepped out of my jeans. She picked them up. Some one caught them. Her skirt was off. I threw that too. I had blind spots, with all the camera flashes.We gyrated around each other. Her breasts rippled. She came to me. Her hands on my hips. We danced. We kissed. She grinned at me. She came into me, We wrapped our arms around each other.

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