Unlocked and Unready

I was on my way home from an epic away game between the reds and the blues. 

I have been a supporter of the reds for many years but never have I seen them thrash the blues that much. 

It was a very close match. Ste Prender, left fielder, had kicked the ball to Jim Vince who in turn headed it towards Pete Welles’s left foot and….

GOAL!

The reds drew six and the blues drew 5.

Happy days. 

So now I was walking down back to my home hearing my fellow supporters crying out:

WE ARE THE BEST! BLUES ARE NOTHING!

I joined the crowd in the chant. 

That’s when the blue supporters came around the stadium. Boy they were angry. Angry looking faced men and some women gave me the fear but not the rest who chanted merrily all down the street. 

So now both crowds are walking down my street. 

Reds leading the way and a bit further behind the blues. 

I go off into my house whilst I see the blues stop at the top of the street. As I look out the window I see the reds happily standing and chatting together with gusto about the game. 

It was a marvellous moment. 

The chatting continues as I go through to the kitchen to prepare dinner. 

As I’m returning after putting a nice steak and chips in the oven and turn the timer on I hear some noise outside and look out the window. 

Oh great. The reds and blues are rioting together. Here we go. 

This goes on until the reds have left as we might have won the game but we certainly can’t win a street brawl with those blues. 

Suddenly the street is empty apart from the blues wandering around. What is their game. Then it happens.

A big bloke the size of a bear wearing a blue beanie and scarf turns his head upwards at my window and then looks right at me through the window and snarls. 

It is not a pleasant sight. 

Just as I’m wondering what made him look so bad the bear of a man shouts to his mates and points at my door. 

Suddenly my door is opened and in stumbles a huge sea of blues. They come flowing into my lounge and grab a hold of me. There must be atleast thirty to forty snarling and grinning men of all shapes and sizes in my house. What is going on I thought. 

Then a tall man stepped up to me and grinned excitedly. 

He said Shut that door and let’s get this party started. 

With that a huge cheer came from everyone. 

I was befuddled as to what the hell was happening as I was manhandled by this crowd of blues. 

The tall man then said to all:

Now then now then what should we do to this unfortunate red? 

Then I realise what this is all about. I had pinned up my red flag in the top window. 

Now I was in for it. But wait. How did they get in? 

Oh no I remember. I had forgot to put the latch on the door. My door can be fiddly to lock so I just put the latch on but this time I must have forgot owing to being happy about the match. 

I gulped. 

The tall man looked round at everyone and then at me. 

What shall we do with him fellas? Beat him up? Tell him off for being an arrogant idiot or……

His eyes roamed my lounge and noticed my weight lifting bench then grinned. 

It all happened so quickly. The tall man ordered the others to tie my limbs to the weight pole so that now I was in a doggy position and could do nothing but wiggle which only helped the blues cheer more. 

Then I had my clothes stripped away and off and then they were on me like a pack of wolves. 

One cock into my mouth and another up my bum. 

This exchange went on for a good few hours. A blue would pull out and another would push in. 

I was trapped in a blue supporter gangbang and there was no escape from this buggering I was receiving. 

Everytime they came in me they said:

BACK OF THE NET! 

and then laugh heartily. 

At one point my cock was being wanked until it was slapped away and the tall man’s voice said in my ear:

Now now no penalty to you. 

Then the sodomy continued. 

Cock in and cock out. God help me. 

Soon I must have had thirty cocks up me and a bucket full of cum oozing out and down my quaking legs.

Then my cock was wanked again only this time the tall man said:

Here you go lad. Since we have got thirty points we will let you have a penalty to see if you can beat us again although I doubt it. 

I was untied and flipped over and tied again so I was now facing them with my twelve inch hard and unwavering. 

The tall man began to wank my nuts off until finally I shot off and cum landed on my own face much to the joy of the men. 

The tall man let go and said:

Awwww. You own goaled it lad. Shame. But no matter atleast we are happy to win a game even if it’s not on the field. 

With that they untied my tired body and left closing the door behind them and laughing all the way down the street. 

I got up on weak legs and made my way naked to the kitchen. The timer went off and I opened the oven to a delicious meal and said:

Thank god for the end whistle.

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Hope you football fans found this story to your satisfaction. I’m no writer but imagination is what I do best.