"I think this guy's a virgin" he told his mates, as he leaned forward to grab my shoulders. He then started to move inside me, slowly at first,then picking up speed and power. I almost screamed as the black monster reached my rosebud, fearing that it would rip me up, but do to good luck and lubricant the cock continued on it's perverted way until my rapist was ball's deep in side me. The guy sitting behind me started to finger my ass with Vaseline covered fingers, making sure that plenty of the lubricant coated my rear passage.I still didn't know what they were going to do, but my worst fears were realized when the guy's cock started to push in between my bum cheeks. "Ok Whitey" one of them said, "this is where you earn your medal." One of the runners sat astride the horse behind me, and the other three pulled on my wrists so that I was almost lying forward. In the store room was a vaulting horse, the type with a leather covered cushion sitting on top of a triangular base, They forced me to sit astride the horse, and my struggles and shouts dis not help me at all.
My assailants were groping my ass, and I was very fearful of what they were going to do. After I had showered, I made my way back to the dressing room with just a towel round me, when I was grabbed and frog marched to a store room. Eventually, The officials decided that as nobody had seen the incident my team were confirmed as the winners, the black guys went ballistic, and as my mates were ready to go home, I collected my medal and made my lonely way to the dressing rooms accompanied by four very angry athletes.
When the event organizers heard their complaint they asked me and the guy who I had pulled up to stay whilst they sorted it out, but while my team mates went to get showered, his mates stayed with him. They were all big, black guys from The Peckam Harriers club, and they were as angry as hell. I handed over the baton to the next runner who got us into the lead, where we stayed for the rest of the race.Īs we went to collect our winners medals we were confronted by the runner that I had faulted and his three team mates. I made the mistake of turning too sharply and accidentally crossed over into the lane on my left, I heard the runner in that lane swear as he was forced to pull up sharp in order to avoid running onto my spikes. When he did, I ran with the rain in my face making it difficult to see. I was running the second leg, so after the gun went off, I waited for my team mate to pass me the baton. By the time that we got on the track most of the crowd and competitors had already gone home, the weather was so bad. I was running in The Four by Hundred and Ten Yards Sprint Relay, the last track event of the afternoon. When I was 18 years old I took part in The London Federation of Boys' Clubs Annual Atheletic Championships, which were held at The Southbank Arena on a wet and windy day in September.