WARNING: Graphic Sexual Content

It began with being on a football pitch, and I was initially taking a position out on the right side, in a bit forward/advanced location. I checked around and it seemed like there were already enough guys in the attacking and midfield areas, so I just jogged backward into the more defensive area, and that seemed to work well as there was a vacant spot there.  Play ensued, then the opposition was attacking down our left side, and one of their guys put in a cross, trying to find one of his teammates around the top of the 18 yard-box.  I seemed to read the situation and did a great job of beating the attacking player to that searching ball.  I noticed then that the ball was python green, which is pretty odd for a soccer ball, obviously not contrasting much with grass/turf.  My timing and position were so good that I was able to one-time the interception into a pass to our own right-midfielder.  The ball’s path then ultimately became the shape of a wide, open ‘V’.

There was a transition to suddenly hanging out and talking to Trent Alexander Arnold.  The conversation began, or was focused at first about how talented he was, especially in the accuracy of his crosses.  I said something about how he could so easily knock a 60-yard pass and finesse it at the same time, so it was easily handled by the receiving player.  He acknowledged that and then remarked that he had some gaps in his game that he wanted to work on.  I felt a bit baffled to hear that, then asked for clarification– where did he really think he was particularly weak?  He said it was his putting.

Then suddenly my high school friend, Sheila (who was very short and relatively slutty at 16 years old, and cute in that ‘girl next door’ kind of way), was to my left, on all-fours on a couch, and very explicit about wanting me to have sex with her right then and there.  I think she was wearing a skirt (my favorite).  I had pants on, so I felt like it might just offer enough privacy to flip up her skirt and just unzip so we could have a quick go at it.  So I did, but then there was a moment where she looked back in response to me pressing into her that indicated I was a bit too big for that way in that moment.  Then I noticed she had either changed her hair color to blond or else was wearing a wig, which was in that ‘bob’ style.  So she turned over to being more on her back, one leg bent up and the other open to the side, and we tried going for some sex again.  Then there was a discussion of trying to quantify just how much of my d was inside such that it was just the right amount.  In that phase of inching in, seeing how it felt, trying a bit more, etc, I wasn’t in a ‘fully aroused’ state, but definitely still enjoying it.  Then she said, “9.2…9.25” or something like that.  I remember wondering– was that inches or some score out of 10 maybe?

I said something like “Sheila, you’re so hot– I love how sexy you are…”, then it was the end of sexy time, although I don’t recall an actual climax or spirited finish.  Then Trent was holding Sheila by her torso, and her body was stiff and horizontal, slung at his hip level.  The main idea was that she had cum on her hands, and this was a sort of an interesting way to do the chore of getting it off.  So he picked her up and positioned her such that she could reach the waste bin and use the rigid side of it to scrape off the excess.

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