Sexcapades: Rowing Rambles

Listen, the rumours are true. Rowing is a cult. A sex cult.  

But HEAR ME OUT! Have you ever seen a rowing boy in the middle of summer? Washboard abs, glowing tan, sweaty and hunky AS FUCK. It's hot. It's why I stayed in rowing for so long (sue me).  

One summer, I was having a fling with this rowing guy at the same club as me. We were cleaning up the boats one evening. One moment we were just chilling out in the boatshed, having cutesy little chats, next thing I know we were dry humping each other on a shelf which was holding up three rowing boats.   

Clothes came off, dicks and clits were sucked, and just as he climaxed... the shelf broke. Three rowing boats fell down and smashed on the concrete floor.  

Bad timing for us, unfortunately, because our coach had forgotten his wallet at the club and had come back to grab it when he heard the crash.  

He ran into the room to find my hot-boy-rower knocked out on the ground, still with a hard dick sticking straight in the air, and me butt naked standing next to his unconscious body.  

We both still owe the rowing club about $30,000.