A repost from last night

A repost from last night

Where I grew up, there was this large grassed area in the middle of a housing estate we used to call ‘the Green’. Loads of us used to hang out there, just socialising teenagers keeping out of trouble and being all wholesome and shit.
There was about 15 of us, all about the same age (13-15), mostly boys but a couple of tomboy-ish girls (Paula & Faye) who gave as good as they got. Little cock-teases, too, always flashing their training bras when they weren’t getting enough attention.
Anyway, I was about 14 at the time when a new kid moved into the area. We were all on the green just mucking about when I spotted someone standing on the other side of the road, just looking at us, obviously wanting to approach but nervous about doing so.
I was about to call over when someone else in the group shouted across “You playing or what?” (Southern English terminology). The kid smiled and jogged over. About my age and height, short blonde hair, t-shirt and shorts. Introductions all round, and we all welcome ‘Jack’ to the group. Now, I’m not gay or owt, but this was a good-looking lad. And I’ll admit that when he looked over at me, his smile made me feel a bit… giddy, for lack of a better expression. This confused the fuck out of me. But as I was going through puberty at the time, I just put it off to hormonal irregularities.
So Jack had moved here from a few counties over as his father had changed jobs. His mum was a nurse and had quickly got a job at the new hospital that had opened recently on the other side of town, but with his dad doing shift work it meant Jack was often home alone. Being big kids we were pretty impressed by the trust his parents had levelled on him, with a few of the gang telling us all exactly what they’d do with that amount of freedom. (awkward parties with loud music and cheap supermarket lager, probably).

This was all happening in the UK summer break, which runs from late July to early September, so there’s 6 weeks where kids that didn’t work in the fields or jetted off to Majorca with their rich parents, had to make their own entertainment, and that’s where the green came in.
Football, British Bulldog, 40-40, nuts bolts & screws. Games we created and adapted to our surroundings. 40-40 was a particular favourite. It was basically hide-and-seek, but with extra rules. If you spotted someone, you had to be touching your base (a lamppost, usually) before calling out who it was and where they were. But if the person doing he seeking had to leave their base, you could race them back to it and declare yourself safe. There were more rules but that’s the gist of it.
Anyway, it was warm and sunny so someone got a football out and we decided to have a quick match. Jack made 16 so we split up into 8s and formed up. Jack raised a hand.
“Um, sorry, I don’t really know anyone that well yet, How will I know who’s on what side?”
Ronnie, the unelected leader of the gang, got out a coin and motioned to flip it.
“ Jack, you asked, so call. Shirts or skins?”
“Sorry?”
”Shirts or skins? Easiest way” Jack looked like he’d never heard the expression before, but hesitantly called Heads. The coin was tossed.
“Tails, you’re skins.” Still looking bemused, Jack looked around as the rest of us whipped off our t-shirts and piled them on the ad-hoc goalposts. Suddenly Jack went bright red and looked extremely awkward. This gained a little attention among the blokey-blokes.

“Come on Jack, get your kit off!” came the shouts. For half a second, I was sure he was going to run home, but he took a breath and took off his shirt like the rest of us. There was a quick wolf-whistle as he held his shirt to his chest, still looking nervous, but as he threw his shirt onto the pile all attention and shyness faded and we just got on with the game. I guessed he hadn’t really done anything like this before, by the sounds of it he didn’t have a large amount of friends back at his old neighbourhood. Given how shy he was I thought he might have a disfiguring scar or embarrassing birthmark, but no, just shy. He warmed up pretty quickly and was pretty good at soccer, really getting into the game and helped us to a comfortable win 5-3 for a 15-minute match.
About midday my mother shouted from our house that overlooked the green to come and get some lunch. I ran over and into the kitchen, where she’d made me a sandwich and a pint of juice. She was standing by me staring out of the window as I quickly scoffed the food.
“Hey! Slow down, you’ll give yourself indigestion.”
“Mmff-fff”
She tutted. “Who’s that boy? Haven’t seen him before.” She liked to think she had her finger on the pulse of the community. I swallowed my mouthful and drank some of my drink.
“That’s Jack, moved here a few weeks ago. Lives around the corner.”
“Not at number 14?”
Chomp, gulp, nod.
“That’s funny, I thought…” She trailed off, then shook her head absent-mindedly. I threw the last of the food down my throat and ran back outside. Jack was still there, sitting on the grass just outside the group who were talking animatedly about sports, something I’m happy to participate in, but never really took an interest in the finer details. He looked a little awkward as he wasn’t really included in the conversation.

“Don’t worry, they’ll change the subject in a minute.” I sat on the grass beside him, it was really sunny so most of the lads had removed their shirts to soak up some sun. The girls had even taken the effort in my absence to pop to Paula’s and change into modest bikinis, and were now fully laid out on beach towels, Radio 1 playing from a small radio. The girls did have good figures, and didn’t seem to mind all of us gawking at them. ‘Look, don’t touch’ was the rule, except on the few occasions when they’ll let you have a quick feel-up. They just did it because they loved to make us squirm.
The subject wasn’t changing, so Jack went and got his shirt and laid it on the grass beside him, laid back and started sunbathing as well. This gained him a few odd looks from the guys, but they went back to their conversation quickly. We all just sat (and laid) there, soaking up the sun. I plucked a few blades of grass and tossed them away, some landed on Jack. I apologised and quickly brushed them off his side. I absent-mindedly noticed how smooth his skin was, he must have been ticklish as he giggled slightly.
“Sorry”
“S’ok” he whispered back
“EXCUSE ME!”

A woman’s shrill voice made everyone’s head snap round. We could see her standing near where Jack was earlier.
“Oh shit!” Jack sat up quickly, stared over at the woman with a look of horror on his face, ducked down behind the large group, quickly scrabbled behind him to retrieve his shirt, and it pulled over his head before standing up.
“Have you seen a- Oh, there you are. Come on, we need to get you sorted for tonight.”
With a few hasty ‘seeya laters’ Jack jogged over to his mother. We couldn’t hear their conversation, but we could guess he was getting 20 questions about who we were, were we friendly, were we leading him astray, all that. Just as he disappeared out of sight he looked back and waved.
There was a thud as Faye came up and sat down beside me.
“What’s he like?”
“Who?”
“Who’dya think?”
“He’s alright”
“Think he’ll go out with me?”
“Faye, you’ve only known him for 2 hours and you never spoke to him. You hardly interacted with him at all, apart from waving your boobs in his face.” That earned a slap on my arm.
“I fucking wasn’t. I haven’t got any boobs yet anyway”
“Yes you bloody do!” She was a B-cup at 12 and they didn’t seem to be slowing. All the attention she gained from them had convinced her that the bigger they got, the more boys she could control, or something. Girls are weird at that age. I quickly gave her left boob a squeeze, “see? They’re so big I can’t fit all of one in my hand!”
She gasped in mock-horror and slapped my arm again, before pushing me onto my back and jumping up to straddle my waist. She wasn’t that light so I was slightly winded as she sat on me, the boys cheering her on as she tried to hit me, thwarted in her efforts by the fact I had hold of her wrists and was considerably stronger than her. Her bikini wasn’t one of the stringy types, more like a sports bra with boxers in a fake-denim design.

As she squirmed I was suddenly and acutely aware of her pussy squidging against my abdomen. Just another entry for the spank bank (I had about 10 for Faye, 8 for Paula)
“Look- don’t- touch!” she grunted through gritted teeth. As she struggled her tits were jiggling a few inches from my face, so I exaggeratedly fixed my eyes on them. I could just make out the shape of her nipples protruding through the fabric, despite it being a warm day.
“Okay! Okay! I’m looking!” She gave a giggle and motioned to get up. I released her wrists and she gave me a quick slap on the chest, so I smacked her backside before she could get out of reach.
As I got up I brushed the grass off my trousers, Paula came over and swept some off my back as she handed me my shirt. Just before I put it on I looked over to see Jack standing where he was before. I was about to call out when suddenly he ran off back in the direction of his house. I might have been wrong, but I think he might have been crying.

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>terminoLOGy

is that dagenham ?

It turned out to be one of those days that went on forever. Someone who lived in one of the houses that lined the green had started setting up tables and a BBQ on the opposite corner, and people were going door-to-door to invite their neighbours. Turns out an ad-hoc party was being hastily arranged. One of the grown-ups came over to invite us and our parents, and if we could help in anyway. The girls immediately volunteered to do shop runs, with some of the boys offering to arrange a rudimentary disco (A guy called Ronnie’s uncle was a touring DJ so he could get some proper gear). Paula seconded me to held them with shopping, but first they had to change into proper clothes, so it was back to Paula’s house to throw on some summer clothes and then to the local supermarket with a shopping list and a small amount of cash.
I should tell you a bit about the girls. Faye was always a bit of a wild one, the oldest of 4, and started rebelling after her mother broke up with her dad and moved in with a new guy (pretty decent bloke) more or less straight away. Little on the plump side but cute as a button with a round face and curly hair. I told you about the tits, well I was one of the lucky few who saw and felt them on a regular basis.
Paula, for lack of a better word, was stunning. Her suitability as a partner was only marred by her family. If they were in the US they’d be rednecks. Small eyes, bad teeth, and their brown house always had the ammonia smell of cat’s piss. Once she hit puberty she came out a lot more and started hanging around with Faye, who had a genuine eye for fashion and quickly helped Paula change from a dowdy little frump who always wore brown cardigans to someone that everyone in the area wanted to hook up with. She came across as shy, but there was an intensity to her that not many saw. A little maternal, but also very sensual. Again, I was one of the few who regularly saw her in just her panties.
Nope, but in the same county

The reason for this was that at that time, my dad was up the pub almost every night he wasn’t working, and mum would go and see her sister around the corner for several hours every Friday, this meant that if the weather was crap, or no-one was out, I had the house mainly to myself.
Faye & Paula knew all this, so would wait until mum had gone out before knocking on the door 5 minutes later, barging ion and making themselves at home. More often than not, Faye would invent some reason to take her top and bra off, usually so I could give her a back massage, during which I was ‘permitted’ to touch her tits. I was a horny teenager so of course I bloody did.
Paula had the figure of a model, and was much shyer with her clothes off, but I recall one day when I was permitted to give her a hickey on the underside of her boob. It’s a liberating sensation sucking on a 13-year-old girl’s tit, barely a centimetre away from her dark nipple. In retrospect I should have ‘slipped’ and seen where that went. Oh well.
She also went swimming with me and my sister once and wore a yellow swimsuit that went completely transparent when it came into contact with the water. One of the lifeguards nearly kicked us out but his boss stopped him. Good man. That was the first time I realised teenage girls could have the bodies and pubic hair of fully-grown women. It was truly a sight to behold. But I digress.
The supermarket was more of 7/11-type affair, what we call a Co-op. I was instructed to hold the baskets and follow the girls as they loaded me up with burgers, hot dogs, ribs and chicken drumsticks. We paid up (they were carrying the bread rolls, I was carrying everything else), but as we were leaving Jack walked into the shop. I was a little taken aback that he obviously saw me, but then very pointedly avoided eye contact.

“Oh, I… I dunno, Mum wants me to stay in…” he trailed off non-committedly.
“Oh, you’ll be fine, we’re just up the road so I’m sure we’ll notice if anyone want to burgle the house!” She was trying to be jovial but Jack just looked miserable. As Faye trotted off carrying her buns I turned to Jack.
“You ok?” He just shook his head
“Mum… doesn’t really want me to hang out with you guys.”
“What? Why not?”
“I dunno, Might be because we’re new here and we don’t know anyone.”
“We she can come to the BBQ as well, she’ll get a chance..” He just shook his head
“She’s… working tonight, so’s dad.” The look of utter dejection on his face was soul-crushing.
“OI! You coming??” Faye again. Her shrill voice actually made Jack jump.
“Ok” I called back
“Not you, is Jack coming tonight?” I turned to him, and although his expression was a bit brighter, there was still an air of despondency about him. He just shrugged and mumbled ‘maybe’.
The BBQ was fired up and the green was suddenly full of people and noise. During our absence a lot had been set up., There was a temporary dance floor in front of the DJ’s lights and sounds rig. 4 grills and a hogroast pit were fully lit, the pig obviously still being prepared somewhere (probably at the butcher’s round the corner). The DJ started the tunes and the party started. The girls had disappeared, probably for another wardrobe change, and apart from a few of the gang I was more or less there on my own.
The sun started to fade and the green was full to bursting, the girls had come out wearing awesome party dresses, with Paula’s mum telling her off for showing too much cleavage. I didn’t mind, and managed to get a few gropes in when no-one was watching. A gentle cupping of testicles and a familiar perfume told me Faye had arrived.

“Jack not coming?”
“I haven’t seen him, no.” Paula stifled a giggle, which was odd, as it came across as kinda bitchy, and she wasn’t like that. She saw my puzzled face and softened her expression.
“Sorry, but Mum was telling me about the family earlier. I’m not sure Jack would enjoy a party like this. Too many people and they’re very private, apparently.” Faye turned to me.
“Why don’t you go round and see if he wants to come out. Just for a little while. He can hang with us.”
As much as I’d love to have the girls all to myself, there was something about Jack that made me think I’d enjoy his company, which was still confusing as fuck, but I set off for his house anyway.
The doorbell didn’t work so I knocked, then banged on the door when there was no response. It was one of the bigger houses on the street, nice garden and a drive large enough for a couple of cars. Eventually the door opened just a crack and he peered out.
“…Hi Jack, we were just wondering if you wanted to come tonight. There’s loads of people out but you can hang with me and the girls. I think Faye likes you, you know.” The door wasn’t open that much, but he still managed to close it a bit.
“Is she here?”
“What? No, she’s up at the green with Paula.” Finally the door opened fully and he was standing there in a tight white vest and denim shorts. Again, I was alarmed at how good-looking I found him. I’ve seen ‘handsome’ men before, but they never made me feel like this. Then he smiled again and my insides turned to mush. What the fuck was going on with me?

“Do you want to come in for a bit?”
“Er.. ok.?” We walked into the house and I closed the door behind me. The house was huge inside, but most of the furniture was still covered in plastic and there were boxes everywhere. I noticed the Kitchen was fully stocked and the TV was fully assembled.
“Not unpacked yet?”
“Nah, mum and dad have been working a lot since we got here so they haven’t had time.”
“Surprised they didn’t ask you to do it” He just shrugged.
“None of it’s mine, my stuff is all upstairs.” The unanswered question hung in the air. “I’ll go and get changed then. You’d better come up, it’s boring down here.” I could have just gone back to the party and waited for him to join us, but this sounded much more appealing. As I followed him up the stairs, I couldn’t take my eyes off his backside. The way he was walking was mesmerising, and it wasn’t until we’d got to the top of the stairs that I realised he’d spotted me looking. I probably went beetroot red but he didn’t say anything, just smiled.
His bedroom was just as sparse as the downstairs. Only bed with minimal covers. A small CRT TV and a playstation. A wardrobe stood in the corner, but that was really it.
“This is… nice.”
“No it isn’t. I never have a lot of stuff because… we move a lot, so there’s no reason to have a lot of anything.” I thought this was odd, considering how much stuff was downstairs. I was going to say something before I heard Jack sniff, and realised he might be crying again. Without thinking I went over and put a hand on his arm, absent-mindedly noticing again how soft his skin was.

“Hey, what’s up?” before I knew it, he had stepped forwards and was hugging me as he started crying fully. I returned the hug, in what I hoped was a manly way. I had no idea what to say so I just stood there as we held each other until he calmed down enough to talk. He lifted his head and we looked at each other, with the tears in his eyes I was suddenly aware that in my arms was the most beautiful creature I’d ever encountered. He sniffed again.
“It’s just I know we only met today, but I really like you, and I don’t..” he stopped talking, and pushed his face towards mine, before I knew it. He was kissing me. If his skin was soft, it was nothing compared to his lips, and once the initial shock had gone, I found myself returning the kiss. Light at first but then with increased motion, our hands moving over each other’s bodies, my hands on his glorious backside, and his on mine.
The conflict in my head was drowned out by my gut telling me that this was exactly where I wanted to be and this was what I wanted to be doing. I felt pressure on my chest as he pushed me back onto his bed, and I fell down heavily onto the thin mattress. He straddled my hips and leant down to continue the kiss, before he slowly started moving down my body, lifting my shirt so he could kiss my chest.
This was fucking insane. I’m not gay, Ronnie was gay, at least that’s what he told us, but that might have just been for attention, but what I was experiencing just felt completely right. I was still wrestling with my moral quandary when I felt my jeans being undone.

nother bump

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“Wait, what??” The girls had often joked about doing things with my dick, but it only ever amounted to just gropes outside my trousers, but in a few seconds my trousers were down and Jack had very quickly taken my modest length into his mouth and he started on the first and still most amazing blowjob I’d ever experienced in my life.
Several questions entered my mind at once. How did he get this good being this young? Images of abuse flitted through my mind but were swiftly dismissed by the sensation in my loins as I felt his firm grip vigorously pump my dick as he sucked the head like he was trying to get the last dregs of a milkshake out of a tall glass. The other question was why was I letting this happen? That was also swiftly cast aside as I started to run my fingers though his short hair as his head bobbed up and down.
My breath quickened as I could feel the familiar twinge that meant I was going to come. He suddenly stopped and sat up, sitting on his feet and smiling like an idiot.
“That was fucking amazing! Where..?” He put his fingers to his lips as he got off the bed, taking off his vest as he did so, not being quite as shy as earlier, throwing his vest to one side as he turned his back to me.
“I’ve got a surprise for you” he said through a very mischievous grin. ‘Oh Christ’, I thought as he swiftly took down his shorts, showing me his amazing bum. ‘It’s probably a foot long or something, or all fucking twisted’. I’d never seen another guy’s dick before. Well, I had, but in usually innocent circumstances and not just before definite contact was a certainty. I took a deep breath and braced myself as he turned around…

As ‘he’ showed me the most perfectly formed and smoothest vulva I’d ever seen outside some dodgy magazines I’d found under my dad’s mattress.
I stared, she grinned.
“OH THANK FUCK FOR THAT!” I shouted, so loud she laughed as she jumped on me and started kissing again. She stopped after a short while and looked at me, with the cutest smile possible, just waiting for the questions to come.
“…Jack’s short for Jacqueline?” A nod. She was laying on me, a hand propping up her head as she had her other hand on my chest. “I’m… sorry. I thought…”
“I was a boy? I get that a lot. Not having any boobs helps with the illusion. Mum never got hers until she was older than I am now, so…”
“You know Faye fancies you, you know?”
“Well, you’ll have to tell her I’m taken” and she starts kissing me again, and now her secret identity is revealed, there’s no inhibitions holding me back. I roll her over so she’s on her back before getting off the bed myself and stripping off. She spreads her knees as I climb between them. There’s suddenly a look of hesitation in her eyes.
“Look, we don’t have to..” but she shakes her head.
“No, I want to. I want to before…”
“Before what?” she shakes her head again and puts her arms around my neck, then pulls me into another kiss. I can feel my dick rubbing against something, but as a virgin I have no idea what to do. Maybe she should have gone on top. I feel fingers scrabbling for my dick and I’m guided towards a very warm and moist spot, where the tip seems to settle in a comfortable place. Jack wraps her feet around my back and starts to squeeze, pushing me into her, but only to a point. I can see the effort on her face as she desperately tries to get me inside her, but it would appear I’m not the only virgin in the room.

There’s a grunt, a tear and I have to catch my balance as I fall into her newly-opened vagina. As sexy as she is, she’s REALLY under-developed. I guess there’s no worry of pregnancy either. I look down and there’s a small tear in her eye, so I go gently as she gets used to losing her hymen.
For a first time, I’d have to say it’s never been beaten since. Personally, at least. Slow, sensual, tight, and we both orgasmed at the same time, laying together in a sweaty heap as we caught our breath and dribbled saliva over each other as we continued to kiss despite the brainfuck we’d both just encountered.
Finally, we fell apart, breathing like Michael Flatley after a Riverdance recital. I looked over at her, her eyes closed as she catches her breath. I can’t believe I ever thought she was a dude, she’s completely perfect, and looking at her chest, I can just make out her breasts starting to form. It must have been the illusion of the moment that we never spotted them before.
Then I think of Paula giggling earlier. She must have been told by her parents. I know what they’re like, so now I wonder if the whole street doesn’t know. Jack seems to read my mind as she rolls back on top of me for another kiss.
“Don’t worry.” She gets off the bed and opens her wardrobe to reveal a row of clothes, mainly dresses. She grabs one, a cream summery thing covered in flowers, takes it off the hanger and throws it over her head. In an instant, she’s stunning.

“Well, I’m ready for the party, how about you?” she smirks as she leaves the room, leaving me to find my clothes that have been cast asunder, before meeting her at the bottom of the stairs. Her smile falters as I get to her.
“What’s wrong?” She shakes her head dismissively.
“Nothing. I just hope I don’t get into trouble later.” She grabs my hand and I close the door behind us.

The party is in full swing. String lights line the green, the music is loud, as are the voices of everyone assembled. For some reason, everyone turns to greet us as we walk through the crowd, hand-in-hand. Everyone’s here, including my parents, who I thought were at a party tonight. They acknowledge me with looks of apparent pride on their faces, and suddenly, I want to find my girlfriends.
I get to them near the other end of the green and they’re with Ronnie, who looks Jack up and down and laughs, before catching himself. The look of realisation on his face is as hilarious as the look on Faye’s face is upset and humiliated. Everyone can see it now, we were all taken in by our own assumptions.
Paula is the only one who looks unaffected, and she doesn’t do smug well. “Anyone want a drink?”
“Yes!” say three of us at once. It’s a liberated community so Paula returns with a handful of bottles, although Jack refuses hers.
“I can’t”. Ronnie grabs her a coke and we all start to move towards the dance floor. A slow song comes on, and Faye grabs Ronnie, starting to dance resentfully with him. Jack pulls me onto the parquet and we move in rhythm to Careless Whisper as Paula watches from the sides.

Maybe I’m lost in the moment, but I don’t notice a flurry of movement outside the edge of vision, but there’s a sense of purpose in the air. Everything clicks into place in my head, and as I look into Jack’s eyes, I get the impression she knows what’s coming as well. It upsets me that so much has been put on someone so young, just as she was starting as well.
“So, you’re?”
“16, yes”
“But we…” Another sad shake of the head
“Doesn’t matter. I haven’t bled yet” My heart sinks as I realise the truth of her words. I look up and yes, there are her parents at the side of the dance floor. Now I know why the party was put together so hastily. Before I know it, we’re the only ones on the dance floor. The music stopped long ago, but we’re still dancing.
It’s completely silent. The only sound is our breaths and the sound of our trainers squawking on the floor.

“I want to be a biologist. I want my kids to be called Michael and Emily”. I hold her close as she tells me her dreams. “I want to live at Disneyland for a month. I want to stop people being hungry, I want… I want to…” I hold her close as she starts to scream into my chest. The sound pierces the night. She stops, then moves up to kiss me again. Still there’s no sound, we might as well be alone.
She breaks away from me abruptly, and moves to the centre of the floor. I move to the edge and Paula holds my arm as I step onto the grass. I can’t control my overwhelming despair as Jack’s mother moves beside her. I struggle against Paula’s grip but other hands join hers and I’m held back, forced to watch.
“Thank you for today” Jack says, in an almost whisper. Tears start streaming down her face as her mother lifts a hand, and using the dagger that has always been used, slices open her daughter’s throat.

The blood flows freely, coating the front of her beautiful dress, but Jack’s expression hardly changes. She smiles at me, mouths ‘I love you’, and falls into a crumpled head on the floor. Within seconds, she’s collected up and placed on a table beside the hog roast pit.
She was beheaded and filleted in a surprisingly short time (years of practice). Her body put on the hogroast spit as the music starts up again, her head given to her parents for the burial, and her organs put on ice and sent off to the local hospital. Promises of fertility were made, as is tradition, and Jack’s parents were officially welcomed into the community, with all the entitlements and privileges that such a sacrifice should bring. Jack’s mother was already pregnant again, so the next generation would be as protected and coveted as we all are.
Naturally, it took me a while to get over it, but Faye and Paula were there as always, and within half an hour we were talking about our Friday arrangements, but I forewarned them, I wasn’t a virgin anymore, so hickeys and back massages wouldn’t suffice. Promises were made.

As for Jack, apparently she was delicious. I didn’t have any, but the burgers were nice.

Started to call bullshit here, nobody.. and i repeat.. fucking NOBODY in England would call Football "Soccer".


Fuck off with your fake stories. Amerifag.

Unless they're writing for an international audience, fucko. Just read the thing, I want to see if they buttfuck

11/9, made me read the whole thing
Cheers OP

It's fake - You're literally reading this faggots made up stories. International audience or not, nobody, particularly a fucking southerner, is going to call Football "soccer".

Just... get to the fucking end you retard

>no green text

this isn't one of those threads.

OP, you still here?