A group of worldclass athletes are having a get together

It's the last time they can have a bit of a blow out before the really hardcore Olympic training begins. Everyone's just starting to get a bit squiffy and the conversation is beginning to flow more easily. One of the marathon runners decides the music is a little low tempo and sticks on Latin by Holy Fuck, a couple of the heptathletes begin dancing together, gyrating sexily and getting closer and closer. A few of the men cheer and wolf whistle, generally egging them on.

While everyone is distracted, a sprinter takes his chance and starts dropping liquidised temazepam into a few drinks. Not enough to knock people out, but more than enough to really loosen them up and not remember it next day. He's done a dozen or so drinks, when he realises the tone of the sounds behind him have changed and he looks round to see that the heptathletes and a couple of swimmers are now on the floor, pretty much naked, kissing, fondling and licking. One or two of the high jumpers have got their cocks out and are stroking them gently.

The sprinter's own cock gets so hard so quickly it bursts through the thin lycra of his running shorts and he spurts a thick, copious stream of manfat down a shotputter's back. He doesn't know if the shotputter is male or female.

It is the only time he is going to come first this Olympics.

An extract from Pavarotti's diary:

"Last night I spent a quite enjoyable evening
gently fellating Michelle Gayle, who is actually a man. We were listening to some indie pop as I bobbed slowly up and down on her big hard cock, her helmet felt as big as a football in my mouth, especially just as she was about to explode her hot spunk in to me.

Unfortunately, she never got to enjoy firing wave after wave of dirty jizz down my throat as Dennis Waterman buried an enormous two-handed axe into her skull just before she blew.

Dennis and I laughed and laughed as we wiped the brains and bits of skull from our eyes, before we sat down to watch Holby City on BBC1."