Posted Sun Nov 25, 2018 | 472 Words | Tagged story chav footy

He was never expecting his trip to Manchester to end up like this. Mark had been on a tight budget to go see his favourite drag queen on one of her only two shows in the UK and Manchester was the only affordable place to get to at such short notice. Short notice also meant picking the first affordable Airbnb which wasn’t too far out of the city.

Short notice meant getting this room which in the listing was fairly neutral in terms of decoration. Actually arriving into the room late at night, it turned out it really wasn’t. It had photos all over the wall which were a little offputting, but bearable.

What was more annoying was the Manchester United duvet on the bed. It was just not Mark’s style at all, but he had to deal with it. With it being late the hosts of the house were going to bed and probably didn’t have another duvet to replace it with anyway. And why was he even complaining? He thought to himself. Afterall, it was only a duvet right?

He put his bag down, undressed and got into the bed. It was surprisingly comfortable and started to doze off slowly.

After an hour or so, he realised he couldn’t sleep much. He was feeling quite light headed and out of it. That was until the door to his room opening and a lad in an orange polo emerged with a bit of a smirk on his face.

Mark tried to move, he was naked after all, but no movement came to his body. The lad came over and sat down in between his legs and then started touching Mark’s penis which immediately came to life.

Something was up, but all Mark could feel was a slight buzzing in his head. Like floating as the lad worked on his cock. Damn it felt good. He idly lifted up his arms, feeling strength in them. Strength that wasn’t there before.

Mark felt an explosion in his cock as the lad finished, and Mark’s lightheadedness faded. But so did whatever he went to see tonight. What was it? Was it the Man U game? He tried to think, his brain slow. He caught a glimpse of his mate and his Man U duvet. Yeah, course it was the game.

By the time Mark was able to remember what he’d “seen” that night, his mate had thrown his united kit at him which he put on feeling more at ease.

“You feeling better mate?” his mate asked,

“Yeah much better. Head was banging” Mark replied, his voice deeper and slower than it was before. But that was his normal voice right?

His head hurting too much, his mate told him to get some rest and see how much better he’d feel in the morning.