"It's not as easy as you might think." MET added. "This is the event with the highest amount of deaths ever. If you lose your concentration for just a second you can impact the wall and kill your entire team. And Lord knows those Battery Operated Boyfriends could get a dead man off, they vibrate so hard."
I watched as the team lined up their bobsled. They gathered around and a list of their names came up on the TV. The Great Oggbashan was in front of course followed by Perdita, Abstruse and Carl East. They started bouncing the sled back and forth as they counted to three and suddenly they were off. The TV switched to a view from behind the sled and you could see the muscles flex as they ran. Og's great manhood slapped back and forth as they picked up speed.
The camera switched to a front angle as Og jumped into the sled and displayed the look of mixed pain and pleasure as his ice dildo slid home. The other's looks were equally as graphic as they settled in and their BOBs turned on. But the great Og was unmoved as he raced down the course. He handled turn after turn with consummate skill. 1.53.48 minutes later the sled cleared the finish line. You could see the team bail out in an effort to leave the sled before they had any accidents.
The announcers told us that the Great Og was involved in a non-Olympic contest. And for purely personal reasons he stepped up to a line. Lauren Hynde stepped from the officials, and grabbing Og's great manhood with her left hand she stroked it twice while jamming her right hand to the palm up Og's ass. He gave a loud cry and came in a great white arc. The official measured this to be no less than twelve feet two inches.
As the TV cut away to commercial I felt proud to be a literotican, where we all strive to do our best.