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Part Eleven;
The CNN studios;
Anderson Cooper was preparing his notes for the afternoon's taping of the interview with David Beckham and Troy Aikman. He couldn't believe his luck of getting the two foxy athlete's to agree to an interview. Too bad he couldn't fuck around with them afterwards, Cooper lamented, but he had to fly out to DC for another exclusive interview immediately following the wrap up of the shot.
Backstage in a private dressing room David Beckham and Troy Aikman were shooting the breeze, chillin' after the make up lady had departed and the two were waiting to be called to the set. While Aikman no longer played football professionally, he was still in tip top condition. His large muscular frame filled out his slacks, shirt and blazer. He grinned at David Beckham, seated on a small couch near his chair. Beckham was hotter than ever, dressed in a stylish silk tuxedo. Troy'd been hot for the British soccer player for a long time and was desperate to get his hard cock up the Brit's tight perky ass.
Beckham lifted a bottle of water to his lips and took a sip. He was in deep thought, trying to imagine what the hot American football player looked like naked. He was pretty muscular and fit, but he and the other lads he played with were of the lithe lean muscular build. He was really turned on by the large muscular frame of American football players. Aikman had been his wet dream for years. While David topped nearly exclusively, for an American stud like Aikman, Beckham would have gladly threw his legs up over Troy's broad shoulders. As his lips pursed around the bottle spout, Beckham imagined that it was the head of Aikman's cock.
"You nervous about the interview with Cooper?" Troy broke Beckham's revere.
"Nah," Beckham shrugged, "done enough of them back home."
Christ! Aikman loved Beckham's accent. It was incredibly sexy and he shifted in his seat to adjust his raging boner. "Hmm," Aikman nodded, "you're probably used to all of the usual questions; the game, being a celebrity, the money, the women, the rumors...."
David looked at Troy quizzically, "rumors?"
Aikman chuckled, "you know, about fucking around with other dudes."
Beckham nodded. "Those rumors do tend to follow me." Beckham eyed Aikman speculatively. "You heard about it?"
"Hell," Aikman grinned, "I've had a few of my own in my career."
"Yeah?" Beckham shifted in his seat, the conversation was getting hot and he was beginning to throw a boner. "No kidding! You?"
"Shit yeah," Aikman reminisced. "I had to do some silly after shave commercial just to circumvent the rumors."
"Yeah," Beckham sighed, "those fags are pretty dogged in their wet dreams."
"You mean there's no truth to yours?" Aikman pressed.
"What do you mean?" Beckham demurred.
"You never fucked around with another dude?"
"You have?" Beckham's boner was straining in his silk slacks.
Troy shrugged. "I used to let a couple fags blow me in college." He was evasive.
"Hmm," Beckham contemplated. "You never fucked around with any team mates?"
"Have you?"
Beckham grinned. "Lets just say that Michael Owen had trouble walking after I was threw with his arse!"
Aikman chuckled. "Pretty hot ass huh?"
"Nice bubble butt," Beckham sighed at the memory. "Joe Cole and Harry Kewl as well."
"Top man," Aikman lamented, "huh?"
"Well," Beckham winked conspiratorially, "my arse is up for it for the right man. What about you? You topped any team mates?"
Aikman chuckled again. "No team mates but I did tag Andre Aggassi's ass."
"Hot," Beckham nodded in approval.
"And Greg Louganis is a little power bottom." Aikman recalled.
"No shite!" Beckham marveled.
"Gymnasts and swimmers tend to be the best bottoms." Aikman sighed.
"What about footie players?" Beckham hedged hopefully.
"Footie?"
"Soccer players," Beckham interpreted, "that's what you yanks call them."
Aikman leaned back in his chair and spread his large muscular legs wider. There was no hiding the raging boner tenting his slacks. "Haven't had much experience with them...yet."
"Yeah?" Beckham shifted in his seat again.
"Think you set it up so this Owen or Kewl would take a ride on this?" Aikman cupped his straining cock with the palm of one large hand.
"I might be able to arrange some one a bit more immediate." Beckham grinned.
"Yeah," Aikman rubbed his boner through his slacks.
Beckham smiled seductively as his lifted his legs a bit to allow Aikman a view of the curve of his arse. He ran a hand along the curve of his ass. "Think you'd like a go at this?"
Aikman admired the hot bubble butt a moment. Abruptly he rose and walked to Beckham. "Yeah?" He asked gazing down at Beckham.
"Yeah," Beckham nodded as he loosened his belt and pushed the smooth material of his slacks down over his arse along his legs to his ankles.
Aikman tugged the slacks from Beckham's ankles and feet and tossed them aside. "Let me get a look at that ass," Aikman instructed lowly.
Beckham leaned back on the couch and pulled his legs and knees up to his chest. "Let me see that cock."
Aikman watched Beckham's ass as the Brit pulled the cheeks apart and exposed his quivering little ring. He yanked at the belt at his waist and unzipped his own slacks. They slipped to the floor in a pool around his ankles exposing his powerfully muscular quarterback legs. But more importantly to Beckham, Aikman wasn't wearing any briefs so the American athlete's hard ten inch cock was open to his hungry gaze. Beckmam licked his lips and stroked his own ten inch cock that was pressed hotly against his flat muscular stomach.
"Nice," Beckham cooed appreciatively.
Aikman stepped closer and touched the fingers of one hand against the hot clenching ring of Beckham's ass. The ass lips seemed to pucker and kiss against the tips of Aikman's large masculine fingers. "Hot little soccer pussy," Aikman hissed.
Beckham wasn't bothered as usual by the American term for his sport. "Hungry for this," Beckham reached out and stroked Aikman's hot hard cock. It pulsed in his large muscular hand. "I've been hungry for it for a long time," Beckham admitted.
"Well," Aikman moved his hands to the base of his cock as Beckham spread his legs wider and placed his ankles up upon Aikman's broad shoulders. "I think its about time I fed it to you."
Beckham twitched his butt, "well then get to it!"
"Whoa," Aikman swatted at Beckham's butt playfully. "Pushy little pussy boi, aren't you?"
Beckham grinned, "whatever it takes for you to fuck the shite out of me!"
"Well," Aikman gripped his cock at the base and rocked his hips until his bulbous cock head nudged against Beckham's twitching ring. "The sooner your hot ass gets what it wants the better."
Beckham watched Aikman aptly as he thrust powerfully within the Brit's arse. "Ooooooooooooo," Beckham wheezed and winced as his arse muscles clenched around Aikman's thick cock as it drove forward.
"Yeahhhhhhhhh," Aikman huffed, burrowing the entire length of his shaft in Beckham's tight hole. "Tight....soccer....pussy," Aikman gasped gyrating his pelvis against Beckham's hard buttocks' muscles.
Both men were breathing heavily as Aikman held completely within Beckham's tight constricting arse until Beckham was accustomed to the size. Beckham bucked back in impatience, needing little time, ready to ride the American athlete's cock.
"You really want it," Aikman chuckled, rocking his hips back, withdrawing his cock a bit before driving forward again.
"Ughhhhhh," Beckman gritted his teeth but still watching the American athlete's heavy thrusts forward. "Harder!" Beckham encouraged.
Aikman complied, increasing the pace and power between his thrusts. He was standing on the balls of his feet as his thick muscle thighs whacked loudly against Beckham's muscular bubble butt.
"Deeper," Beckham groaned, twisting his head a bit in ecstasy.
Aikman gripped Beckham by the ankles and spread the hot butt wider as his cock was swallowed over and over again by Beckham's stretched pink ass lips. With each thrust and gyration, Beckham bucked back and contorted his rectum muscles tightly around Aikman's pulsing shaft.
"Oh yeahhhh," Aikman rocked on his hips and threw his head back a bit. "Tight English pussyyyyyyyyy," he grunted and groaned.
"Oh........ughhhhh........yesssssssssssss," Beckham hissed, gyrating his own hips against Aikman's thrusts. "Fuck........arghhhhh........arse!"
Whack! Whack! Whack! The sound of muscled thighs and low hanging balls hitting muscled ass cheeks filled the dressing room in an even rhythm. Aikman moved his hands down low to Beckham's hips and hauled the soccer player closer.
"Ride my cockkkkkkk," Aikman growled as he thrust harder and faster.
"Mmmm," Beckham whimpered as his entire body shock at the force of Aikman's thrusts. Each time Aikman's cock drove forward it felt as if he was being ripped open even more.
"Uh.....hunh," Aikman's cock and hips rocked harder. His fingers dug deeper into Aikman's hip flesh. "You're....my....soccerrrrrr......playingggggg.......pussy....boi........ yeahhhhhhh.....take...it!"
"Mmmmm," Beckham whimpered again, withering in pleasure as perspiration coated his body.
Sweat was running down Aikman's forehead, and hard thick thighs. Damp circles were forming on his shirt at his underarms and across his broad powerful chest. His balls were churning. He was going to feed Beckham a really big load...........
"Arghhhhhhhh," Aikman roared as his cock jerked and exploded within Beckham's bowels. "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!"
"Ooooo.....yeahhhhhhh......feed....it...to...meeeeeeeee," Beckham wailed. He winced and his own cock erupted and ropes of cum flew up in the air, over Aikman's head. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....oooooooooooooooo.......shite!" Beckham rattled as the ropes of spoog continued to arc up over Aikman's head.
"Oh.......yeahhhhhh......"Aikman held Beckham's tight arse close as he emptied the last of his spoog from his cock.
"Mmmmmmm," Beckham whined as the last drops of cum were forced from his cock.
Both men were gasping for breath, breathing rapidly. Aikman nodded. Beckham chuckled.
"Nice," they spoke in unison. "Fuckin' nice!"
to be continued.......