This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction. It describes acts of homosexual sex between consenting adults. There is no suggestion that the characters portrayed are gay or have ever, or will ever, indulge in acts of homosexual sex.
The scene is the England Football Team's hotel in Japan during the 2002 World Cup Finals.
Joe Cole was finding the atmosphere in his hotel room unbelievably stuffy and sleep had been so difficult that at 5 he was laying naked and wide awake on the top of his bed. He woke, as always with a rock hard erection that demanded attention but he held back this morning. For some reason he wanted to hold back the moment when he would shoot a long stream of cum over his smooth muscular chest. Instead he showered and then, still wet and naked, proceeded to do some press-ups while the TV burbled away in Japanese. Working-out always made him feel better and he was justifiably proud of the way in which his body, and particularly his thighs, were developing. Of course the hotel gym would be open, and deserted, and it seemed a better option than that stuffy room. He pulled on a pair of white shorts, omitting any underwear, a white vest and a pair of trainers and made his way though the empty corridors to the lavishly equipped gym.
As he had suspected it was empty and he positioned himself on a weight bench and got to work on developing his upper body. He enjoyed the feeling of his taught body and was soon drifting into a fantasy in which an admirer was stroking his chest and biceps and making it very clear that a long and passionate sex session was more than just a possibility. As the fantasy figure started to lick at his nipples Joe's cock, both in the fantasy and in real life started to swell in his shorts. He always responded in this way when his nipples were stroked, or pinched, or licked. Joe drifted into a world of his own now, knowing that the combination of work-out and sexual fantasy would take him to the point where an intense orgasm was only a few wrist movements away - but that could wait because the imaginary lover was now kneeling before him and running a tongue across his bulge. He did not need to look at that bulge for he knew every contour of its fat long rigid shaft.
David Beckham wandered into the gym at just about the time when Joe's fantasy fan was pulling his cock out of his shorts. Like Joe he fancied an early session in the gym and had made his way through the hotel stripped to the waist and in just a pair of black shorts over CKs. He had not felt so horny in ages and as ever walking around shirtless fuelled his lust even more. He decided that a good long sweaty workout followed by a wank in the shower would set him up for the day. He was already planning his wank imagining the hot water drenching his fabulous body as one hand firmly grasped the head of his cock and the other thrust two fingers deep inside his tight hole. Naturally he assumed that he was alone but he heard sounds from the other end of the gym and walked down to see Joe, clad in vest and shorts, coated in a film of sweat, and working out vigorously with his eyes shut tight. 'Oh God', Becks said under his breath. He was about to speak when his eyes fixed on Joe's shorts, or rather what was inside them. Of course he had seen Joe's cock before but never in its present state as it lay across his leg and jutted from the leg of his high-riding shorts. The guy was turned-on, there was no doubt about that, and judging by the moist state of the head some kind of wild fantasy was filling his mind. As Becks watched a thick and creamy gob of precum oozed slowly from the slit and shone beneath the harsh overhead lights.
'Fit looking fucker!' thought Becks, licking his lips, 'Big fucker as well. Shit I fucking want some of that'. Becks had wanked over the thought of Joe on many occasions. Just two nights ago he had imagined himself on his back with Joe astride him doing a vigorous squat fuck and taking Becks' huge fat cock deep within his guts. In his imagination Becks had reached forward and twisted the guy's nipples aggressively and the 'look' on Joe's face had been enough to send Becks over the edge and send eight wads of salty cum splashing on his chest and face and greedy tongue. But this morning Joe looked hornier than he could ever remember seeing him before. The hotel hairdresser had given his hair a fresh crop just yesterday and that young face was so. so. Becks' eyes wandered down over the naked pumped arms, the pits, lightly haired and sweat-moist. A damp patch was developing in the fabric of the vest across his pecs. But again his eyes found the wildly bulging shorts and the now fully exposed cock head and long length of fat veiny shaft.
Becks looked on greedily, aware that his own cock had lurched into life within the CKs making his shorts bulge obscenely. His tongue involuntarily licked his lips as if he were licking the thick precum straight from the shiny cock slit.. In his mind he could taste it. In his mind his tongue was slathering over the head, under the foreskin, into the guy's slit, teasing and delving and sucking more and more honey. Hell! Becks wanted to taste cock right then and the cock he was looking at was just fucking perfect.
And Becks looked perfect, shirtless, bulging obscenely and wide-eyed. His hand gently rubbed his cotton-encased cock and his strong blond haired legs parted.
In Joe's mind a long talented tongue was licking into his cum slit! He was being worshipped. Hands were caressing his rock hard hair-licked thighs. Lips were closing around him. In his mind he was urging the mystery figure on. He wants hot passionate lips engulfing his engorged wet knob. He wanted to feel his shaft entering a tight accommodating throat. He wanted to be blown mercilessly and fuck a beautiful face. Quite unaware of what he was doing he moaned quietly but perfectly clearly:
'Becks. suck my fucking cock.'
Becks mind raced. Here was this extraordinarily hot man, rock hard, and clearly in the depths of a sexual fantasy calling him by name. He felt his own cock ooze out a drop of precum as he wondered what the hell he should, or could do. Of course, for any man in that position there was only one option: use his stunning body to fulfil the man's fantasy. He gazed down, with overwhelming lust, at that muscular beauty in his sweat-clinging vest and twitching wet cock. As Joe finally put the weights down and, eyes still closed, moved his hands down to his cock Becks made his decision. He watched for a second as Joe pulled the shorts leg up higher exposing his entire 8- inch shaft on which every vein showed and held it bolt upright in readiness for a wank. The slit winked and flooded with more precum. Becks was instantly on his knees with his head lunged forward. As Joe started to slide his hand around the thickness Becks tongue slathered across the shining head and then probed into the slit, into the deep reservoir of moisture. The taste made ever sense explode.
'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Fuck Yesssssssssssssss!' Joe moaned.
'Suck my fucking cock David!' He was so engrossed in his fantasy that he could not separate dream from reality. 'Eat my fucking slit out!'
But as Becks' lips closed firmly around him and his tongue made fucking motions into the flaring slit Joe was suddenly forced to come back to Earth. In a state of panic and confusion he opened his eyes.
At first it was disbelief. A shirtless David Beckham was on the gym mat with his lips firmly placed around his cock and drinking his precum as if it were champagne. The familiar blond hair was tousled, the shoulders wet with sweat and the air was filled with the sound of slurping. He couldn't speak. He couldn't move. All he could do was let forth a long low growl of utter intoxicating pleasure as this man; his ultimate wank fantasy blew his cock. Without releasing the cock Becks looked up to see Joe staring at him. Becks wide and beautiful eyes fixed his gaze, his left cheek bulging obscenely with the form of Joe's engorged knob. He then started to push his face down slowly into Joe's crotch taking the entire cock, inch by inch, into his mouth and throat and feeling Joe's plentiful pubic hair tickle, then fill, his nostrils. As he did so his hands firmly stroked the sweating hair licked thighs.
'SHITTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!! FUCKKKKKKKKK!' Joe screamed as he felt his precum slicked head sliding into Becks' tight throat. He had been deep-throated before but the other men had always gagged slightly - but not this man! This man was the total expert and quickly his head was moving back and forth along the length of that shaft. He would slide the shaft into his throat quickly then release it as far as the knob so that his lips would clench it around the glans and his tongue would wash and suck more precum, then SLAM down to the root again. Joe always got incredibly turned on seeing a man sucking his cock but to see Becks doing it was something altogether different. That man was so magnificent, his face so handsome and stubbled as he ate cock with sheer lust. For just seconds he released the saliva dripping cock in order to move between Joe's granite thighs and pull the shorts right off. He looked down at Joe's naked hard body and his solid bouncing cock and heavy hairy bollock sack.
'Fucking hell, you fucking beautiful bastard!' He moved between Joe's thighs and lifted them high then pushed his face between them so that his mouth once again engulfed the cock head and pushed down hard on it. Once it was in his throat he pulled Joe up further so that only the back of his head and his broad shoulders were in contact with the floor and the weight of his body was transmitted through the backs of his thighs onto Becks' shoulders. As Becks ate the cock with increasing intensity he was able to look down into Joe's wild, begging eyes. His hand stroked the man's pumped pecs through the vest and found a hard nipple. As he flicked it Joe moaned so he quickly grasped it between two fingers and started twisting it with more and more force through the sweat soaked cotton.
There were, of course, other targets for Becks and as he sucked the cock his fingers started to massage the heavy balls. They were so heavy, so full of Joecolecream. He let the cock escape his mouth and a long strand of his saliva and Joe's precum joined them momentarily before Becks sucked the liquid back into his mouth, washing it around with his tongue and swallowing it. His tongue now flicked the balls before he took first one and then both into his hot mouth.
'Fuck.. big full balls...' he thought as they filled his mouth and he ran his tongue between them. Joe was now whimpering beneath him as his wildest sexual fantasies came true. Supported by only the back of his head and his shoulders, with his thighs over his Captains shoulders he was totally vulnerable. His vest had slipped down revealing washboard abdominals and the base of his pectorals.
It was now time for Becks to home in on his ultimate target. That one very special place. The passport to total control of Joe. His deep tight hole. Becks had admired Joe's tight arse cheeks clad in shorts a thousand times but now he was going to explore them properly and gain access to the place he enjoyed most in any man's body.
As he ate the man's balls his hands started to prise the muscly cheeks apart and fingers started to delve into the deep valley.
'Yesssssssss.... Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Dave..... Play with my fucking arsehole.'
That was music to his lust-filled ears. Here he had a beautiful muscular man, clearly up for anything that Becks could offer and begging him to 'play with his arsehole'.
He let his fingers brush over the tight rim and Joe yelled again - no screamed - 'Fuckkkkk yesssssssss!' It was all the encouragement Becks needed as he pushed the tip of a long middle finger against the tightness. It resisted at first but under firm pressure it relented and with a smooth deft movement it skid in to the root massaging the prostate within. As Joe let animalistic grunts fill the gym he chewed on the balls once again. Urged on my Joes grunts he started to finger fuck the man with hard deep strokes. It was so tight and hot that he leaked more precum just at the thought of it clenching his huge cock.
Now he released the balls from his mouth and licked the saliva from them before running his tongue down towards its next target. As he continued to finger-fuck he licked at the rim knowing that he wanted to bury his face in there. 'Like that Joe?' He slammed his finger in to the hilt and twisted around deep inside. 'Like that?'
'Oh fuck! Fuck!!!!!' was all Joe was capable of saying as the finger twisted it and spiralled inside him forcing it to loosen and relax.
'Eat my fucking arse Beckssssssssssssss.... pleeeeeeeeeeease!'
He lifted Joe further so that he was practically standing on his head and withdrew his finger. The hole was wide open and available. Becks spat on the hole. Joe was in sexual paradise. He had never known such intensity, and from THIS man. Becks looked briefly down and was fascinated by the stunned and delirious look on the younger man's face.
'Oh fuck! Fuck!!!!!' was all Joe was capable of saying.
Becks knew that he could have whatever he wanted from this man now and buried his face in the arse crack and worked his tongue worked over and into the clenching hole. Joe looked up at the face working his arse that had been manoeuvred high above his head. Becks formed his tongue into a 'V' and forced in as deep as he had ever rimmed a man in his life. He lapped deeply, screwing into him and dribbling his spit into the chute. Spit that now was flavoured with Joe's precum and ball sweat. He spat again, summoning up reserves of saliva and spitting again and again. This was the only lubricant he ever used.
When he was satisfied that the tunnel was flooded he rimmed intensely around the sphincter again before withdrawing and looking down into Joe's wild eyes.
'Want me to fuck you now?'
'Yesssss... Please fuck me!!!!!' Joe was screaming for it. 'Push your fucking cock in me.'
Becks spat on the hole again then dropped Joe's legs so that he could hurriedly pull down his shorts over his hairy sculpted thighs. A film of sweat now coated his body as the desire to ejaculate deep within Joe overtook his body. His CKs were bulging hugely and the shape of his hard and enormous head was emphasised by the stickiness of a patch of precum. He could have rimmed and sucked Joe all day but now he needed to cum, and cum soon!
Joe was now on his back in a sweating mass of expectant young muscle as he watched wide-eyed as Becks pulled off his CKS and released ten inches of the fattest and hardest cock Joe had ever seen. Beneath it hung full heavy balls that slapped the insides of the granite hair -licked thighs. A long string of precum swung from his engorged head. He stood, legs apart, wanking it for a few seconds as he stared at the body beneath him, the body that he was about to ravish with his meat. Joe looked up with eyes full of a combination of lust, awe, greed and terror. The knob was huge and as Becks pulled back his foreskin another dribble of pre oozed from his slit. The ten-inch cock was utterly rigid and the veins stood proud and angry.
'Want your fucking arse Cole! Fucking want it!'
'Yesssss Becks - fuck me HARD!
'Pull that fucking vest off first. Let me see those fucking nipples properly', he barked and Joe struggled to pull the soaked garment off his sweating torso. Once naked he leant back on his elbows, proud of his firm chest and so gratified that this god wanted him so much.
'Fucking beautiful,' Becks muttered, 'fucking beautiful.'
Within a second Beckham was on top of him, a hand either side of his waist, and licking the hard nipples in turn, spiralling his tongue over them before sucking passionately and chewing on them making Joe howl with pleasure. He then pushed Joe flat on his back and lay on him with his cock grinding against his leg as his tongue lapped over the pectorals muscles lavishing them with passion and licking up the fresh sweat. His hands pushed Joe's arms apart and back and pinned them down as he licked up towards his neck and then across into his right armpit. There was something he loved so much about a fit young guy's armpit, especially when it was surrounded by hard muscle and lightly furred. He teased the hair, pulling it with his teeth and then licked deep and thoroughly.
'Fuck me Becks.. Fuck my arse nowwwwwwwwwwwww... Pleeeeease!' 'You're going to taste my cock before you get it up there you randy slut' he grunted before finishing off eating that deep wet pit. Suddenly he was over Joe's body, lowering his sticky cock onto the man's full lips and glazing them with pre-juice. Joe's senses reeled with the taste of the honey oozing from his sex-icon's shaft. His tongue prodded the wide slit but he was not prepared for what happened next because Becks was in not in the mood for more foreplay. With a thrust he lunged the thick pole into the back of Joe's throat and started a deep hard fucking motion.
'Suck the fucker... Suck the fucker... Get it wet for your arse..'
Then, for some reason he noticed the gym clock and realised that in a very few minutes the entire squad would be down in that gym for a morning workout. There was no more time. Things had to be brought to a conclusion. NOW!
'I gotta fuck you NOW!' Ready for it pretty boy?' His cock slid out followed by a trail of saliva and pre that dribbled over Joe's chin.
He moved as deftly as he moved on the soccer pitch. In a second he had gripped Joe's ankles and hauled his powerful legs high and wide. With sweat dripping from him, and his heart beating wildly he lowered his body grazing his cock against the target and, without using his hands, pressed expertly and firmly pushing Joe's tight sphincter ring open. It resisted but he forced it. Joe winced, moaned, screamed but wanted it all. Never in his life had he wanted his arse filled so much. His ring clenched Becks' glans for a second before he felt the head press firmly in all the way. He yelled again but there was no stopping Becks who ignored him. With power and determination he started to push his entire cock shaft into the hot warm tightness that was Joe Cole's body.
He felt the intense pressure encase his veiny cock and the flood of saliva deposited minutes before washing up the tunnel. As for Joe he was now unable to utter as he was filled wider and deeper than ever before. He felt the huge head push against his prostate and finally come to a rest embedded to the very root.
Becks paused. His dark blond pubic hair was compressed against Joe's arse and his head was being clenched and gripped by muscles deep within the body. He gripped the sturdy weight frame behind Joe forcing the man double beneath him and, now with his cock able to drive itself vertically into the arse he started to pump with a steady and very potent rhythm. As Joe's eyes opened wide in disbelief at the ravishing of his inner body he looked up to see Becks' face screwed up with passion, dribbling and gasping. The smooth chest showed every muscle movement and rivulets of sweat dripped from his pits. It was unlike any fuck that Joe had ever had before. Here was a man of overwhelming beauty whose huge cock fucked him with more depth and power than he ever imagined could exist. It was sexual paradise. Their mutual grunts and sighs of desire reverberated around the gym and as Becks started to fuck faster and more ruthlessly Joe gave way to primeval instincts and started to howl like a beast; he screamed his desire forcing Becks to the very edge.
'I'm gonna cum Joe. Uhh Uhhhh I'm gonna fucking cum. Uhhhhhhhhhhhh YESSSSSSSSS.'
Joe gripped his fat cock head and started to wank it vigorously as he watched Becks' face contort and twist as he violently entered orgasm and as he felt the first hot wad of cum slam into his gut. It was all that Joe needed and in an instant he felt his own climax taking over his body. But his hand was knocked away and replaced by Becks' own hand that closed round his cock head and started to beat him off. His eyes shut tight, his mouth opened and he screamed his orgasm into the gym as a wad of his thick cream hit his own face. Becks was filling him lie a pile driver flooding him with hot Beckscum. The two perfect soccer players exploded in a mutual, sweaty and incredibly powerful orgasm as their heavy balls drained. Another wad hit Joe's face, and another, and another scorched his nipple. Within six, seven, eight, nine searing gushes flooded his deep love tunnel as the sweating frenzied man spasmed and thrashed above him.
As Becks eventually subsided he looked down at Joe's heaving body, at the streams of cum on his chest and face and with a tenderness that belied the ferocity of a few moments before kissed the man, full on the mouth. His cock still throbbed within Joe - he wanted to cum again - and again! He rubbed his fingers through the streams of hot Colecum that smeared the bottom guy's pumped chest gathering up a good quantity, which he then licked off his fingers and swallowed.
'Just wait until next time Joe' he kissed him again, before scooping up some of Joe's cum and licking it off his fingers 'Just wait til I next time when you are going to eat every fucking inch of MY body.
'When... when..... pleeeeease...'
'Any fucking time that you want Joe.'
They collapsed and rolled in a sweaty cum running heap of taut muscle kissing with supreme passion.
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