This is the third part of a story involving David Beckham and Cristiano Ronaldo.
These two men are not gay and neither of them has ever taken part in any of the activities described here. This is a work of total fantasy.
Be warned. The story includes graphic accounts of extreme sexual activity that would be considered dangerous. If you are offended by this please do not read on.
There was to be rest in this relentless action. Becks might have just emptied a load into Cris and had one shot deep into his own body, but he was on a sexual high with a man who seemed to thrive on this urging, almost brutal activity. This was too good to let go. He wouldn't let go.
'Don't fucking move slut! Stay where you are.'
Cris lay there on the floor, his hands behind his head displaying his deep furred pits and profusely sweating chest. The head of his cock still impaled far, far into Becks ho sat astride him. His own cock, only minutes before exploded in Cris, still seemed amazingly responsive.
'I can't tell you how fucking good this feels slut! I can feel all your load inside me and it's oozing down your fucking cock. You're still fucking hard in me.' He moved his body from side to side as if to stir the jizz inside him and make sure that the walls of his tunnel were stimulated. 'This is so fucking hot. Looking at your face and pits and feeling all that cum in me.'
Cris thought to himself that he might never see a sight so hot again. Above him, impaled upon his meat, this most sexual of men, tanned, crop-haired, tattooed, and sweating talking filth to him. Filth about cum and hard cocks.
'I love the feeling of things in my cunt. You know what I do sometimes when I work-out in my gym?'
'Tell me Becks. Tell me.' Cris widened his pits further encouraging the man who stared into them.
'I workout with a butt plug inside me. I get stripped down to a jock and get good and sweaty with a fucking big butt plug rammed into me. You imagine what that feels like when I do sit-ups?'
'Tell me!' Cris demanded.
'Every movement rubs my prostate mate! Every fucking movement makes my cock spew pre-cum til my jock is fucking soaked with the stuff, full of my precum. You'd like to lick that out wouldn't you! I do it! I take the jock off and sit hard on the plug while I lick it all out.'
'Oh God yes! I can see you doing that.' Cris could see every detail in his mind's eye and it was an image that he would use many times in the future.
'I want to see you do that slut! Get your face in my jock full of cum and suck the fucking juice out of it. 'Then I jerk off up over my chest mate! Cover myself with Beckhamcum.'
'Do you eat it?'
'Yeah! I pick up gobs of it and swallow the stuff, and spread the rest over my fucking chest.'
Incredibly his cock was fully erect again, even bigger. Still straddling Cristiano he gripped it and wanked it hard and fast for a few seconds milking out the last of his load.
'Know what I want to do now slut? I want to taste your load. You want that don't you?'
'Eat it out of you? Fuck yes.'
He lifted himself allowing Cris' cock to slide free, hearing an oozing plop as the still engorged head emerged from the confines of Beckham's ring. He hated the emptiness for a second then he stared down at that shaft that had buried its way into him and orgasmed its treasure. It was soaked in a coat of Cris's own juice that, even now, bubbled from his slit. It was too good to waste. 'Looks good enough to eat slut!'
He positioned himself between Cris's outspread legs and lowered his face so that it was close to the cock that had, only minutes before, ejaculated inside him.
'Gotta taste fucking hot. Your cum and my cunt.'
His tongue flicked across Cris's heavy balls and then worked up the underside of his slimy cock.
'Oh fuck yes! This tastes so fucking good!' He started to lick over the entire shaft, gobbling at the sperm and juice, his head floating at this most intimate of actions on this most spectacularly beautiful and willing man. His intense eyes glanced along the heaving chest and furry pits before his mouth engulfed the head and sucked firmly on it, spiralling his tongue into the slit beckoning a final surge of semen onto his tongue. Any tendency for Cris's cock to deflate was forgotten. How could it possibly soften with David Beckham's tongue drilling its eye? The mouth moves downwards taking the shaft in, depositing the cum onto his lips before being swallowed. His tongue licks hard and thoroughly. Nothing will be wasted. Cris could not believe the sight of Beckham licking him clean in this way and yet it was all so real and so intense. The mouth was devouring him with a passion and intensity that matched any blowjob that he had ever had and the man deep-throated him with no gagging, no difficulty.
When every drop of cream had been licked away, and Beckham's mouth full of the taste he lifted his head and worked his body up so his face was above Cris's. The man didn't need to be told what to expect. Eagerly he opened his mouth so that the contents of the stud's mouth could be spat and drooled into his own mouth. He washed it round his mouth, his head swimming with lust, before swallowing and meeting Beckham in a violent kiss.
'My cunt is full of your jizz mate! Not going to let it go to waste are you?'
'What do you want me to do?' It was a question to which he knew the answer but he simply wanted to hear it.
'I want you to eat me out you slut! Felch my cunt out' He spat hard into Cris's mouth then lifted his sweat streaming body from him and sat on the edge of the big leather chair and spread back with his legs lifted and held up by his ankles. His cock bounced on his abs and his arse was exposed and utterly available. 'Come on slut. Get ya tongue in my chute and drink your jizz.'
Cris moved forwards, trembling in anticipation. His hands parted the cheeks and his mouth dived into the deep ravine. His tongue touched the ring and he tasted his juice. It was all that he needed. Like a man deprived of water he pressed his tongue in deep and tasted himself. For Beckham the sensation of a tongue rimming his wet ring was almost overwhelming.
'Yes! Yes you fucking slut! Rim me! Eat my cunt out! Taste the fucking jizz!' He pushed against the tongue urging his rim onto it begging for more tongue. He could see that dark hair, unruly and wet with sweat now, as the face smashed into his sanctum. He had never met a man so willing to do these things, so ready to please him. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of the sweaty hair and yanked it, forcing Cris to move in further as he lapped and rimmed deeper and deeper. But he needed to share the treasure. He buried his tongue, it was awash with Beckham cum, he filled his mouth.
'Swallow it!'
The order was followed and Cris went in for more and when Becks judged that there was enough he pulled Cris up by his hair so that his chest dripped sweat onto his own and crushingly kissed him, sucking the fluid from his mouth. It was Cristiano's instinct that told him what to do next. As they forcibly kissed his hand reached back to Beckham's hole and he pushed two fingers straight into it, as far as they would go. 'God! Yes! You fucker!' Beckham arched his back giving better access as Cristiano worked the fingers in to the wet tunnel and spread them.
'Fucking finger me you bastard.'
He lifted and splayed his legs, dragging them wide as he gripped his ankles and urged Cris on.
As Cris felt the rim close on his fingers he looked at the sex animal that was raving this. At the taut sweating body and the craze filled eyes and drooling mouth.
'Fucking hell! Push them in deeper. Fuck me with them. Come on. Do it!'
Cris withdrew so only the tips of his two fingers were in the wet ring and then rammed them in as far as they would go. The body beneath him shuddered and arched and loud, coarse grunt filled the air. He pulled out again and rammed in, again and again.
'Yes. Yes. Yessssss! Another finger. Come on slut, shove another in my cunt! You want to! You fucking want to! I want to feel your fingers in my tight wet cunt!'
As me moaned this he spat on Cristiano's face. The sight of his saliva dribbling down the man's face made him even hornier and he pushed his arse against the fingers breathing hard and sharply.
Cris pulled his fingers out and the emptiness made Beckham groan but he quickly felt the tips of three fingers probing him, pushing his ring. Like a craving slut he pushed against them and as Cris watched his horny face and half closed eyes, sensing he wanted it hard, pushed them straight in. Deep!
'Fuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Yes! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! In my cunt! Come on fucker!'
Beckham arched, groaned, begged, sweated, screamed as the three fingers fucked into him and spread out, massaging the walls of his chute and rubbing his prostate urgently. His cock had never softened and now it appeared even larger and harder than before. As Cristiano stuffed his three fingers in his thumb pressed at the heavy ball sack and rubbed the perineum. This seemed to take the man to even greater heights. He was thrashing about now. He let go of his ankles and threw his arms way back.
'You fucker. You fucking bastard. Do it! Fucking work me! Work my fucking body!'
Cris had control. Or did he? No, Beckham was still in control. Such was the power of this man's amazing beauty and sexuality that Cris was powerless. But he didn't want to resist any of these demands. He had never ever even fantasised about anything as hot as this.
This man! This most photographed and lusted man was there. Naked and still rigid after all that sex. Taut, sweating, crazed and begging for more and more man action. That's what he was to get. With his three fingers buried as deep as they would go the younger man started to twist his wrist back and forth making the fingers corkscrew inside the hot depths. Beckham's eyes opened wide and his unblinking eyes pierced Cris.
'More! Faster! More you fucker!' He spat on Cris's body again and this time Cris spat back at him, first on his mouth, then on his streaming wet chest, then in his right armpit where the saliva mingled with the sweat and dribbled down the side of his heaving body. His mouth then dived onto the Beckham cock, his tongue drilling the slit like a power tool as his fingers worked the hole harder and harder.
'More! Fill me you fucker!'
Cris looked at him and then pulled out his three fingers and replaced them with four making the man wince and howl as his ring was stretched. Again his thumb worked the perineum.
'You've no idea, no fucking idea how hot that feels in my cunt mate!' His legs spread wider and he slid down lower in the chair causing his arse to raise giving even better access. 'Work it, work my cunt out!'
'You love it don't you,' you love my fingers in your cunt!'
There followed a series of loud grunts and thrusts of Beckham's body as if he wanted to embed himself further onto the fingers. His stubbly face was twisted in lust and dribbles of sweat ran across his nipples.
'You have two hands slut! Use other one on my body.'
Cris placed his left hand on the wet chest and massaged salty sweat into the hot skin then targeted a hard nipple, closing his fingers about it, twisting and pulling.
'Fuck yes! Do it hard! You fucking know what I like you fucker!'
Cristiano dug his fingers in and tugged, harder than he intended, causing the crazed man to scream and beg for more as his back was lifted inches from the pool of sweat that had formed in the leather chair. As this happened he twisted his fingers again.
'Oh God! Yes! Fucking hell! You bastard! Do that again.'
As Cristiano inflicted more treatment on both ass and nipple Beckham reached forward and pulled the man's hair and looked him in the face.
'You know what I want don't you? Well?'
'What do you want? Tell me,'
'I want your hand in there! I want that fist in me!'
Cris's eyes flashed. He had never ever considered such a thing and never would have thought for a second that David Beckham would demand a fisting, and yet he already had so much of his hand buried in him. The sight of this man taking this treatment was the hottest thing he had ever seen and he certainly wanted to take it further, to see the man's reaction and to fulfil his desires.
'You sure?'
'Of course I'm fucking sure. I'm going to be so fucking grateful. You won't believe how fucking grateful I'll be.' At that point his back was, again, lifted from the chair and long stream of sweat ran down the matted dark blond hair on his strong legs. 'Do it! Fucking fist me!'
Cris somehow knew what he had to do and pulled out his fingers. Before the chute could tighten again he had formed his fingers into a 'V' and was pushing it into Beckham who stared at him with wide and wild eyes, parting his ass cheeks as wide as he could and breathing in short staccato fashion, hissing through his teeth. Four fingers and a thumb were inside him now and he was pushing towards the widest part of his hand. Beckham pushed against it, urging him, begging him.
'Shit! Shit! Yes! Push you fucker! Come on, PUSH! Get it in my cunt!'
Cris pushed. As he felt the tightness envelope him he pushed on feeling his hand disappear into Beckham's inner depths.
The effect was astonishing. Beckham growled and then yelled. Yelled or screamed maybe, but like an animal. He lifted his body high off the chair, arching his back letting sweat run off him onto the leather. His entire body was taut and rigid, his nipples like bullets and his eyes shut fast as he drooled. Cris felt the ring grip his wrist like a vice and, wanting to take his lover to new heights pushed on, opening his fingers.
'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fist my fucking cunt you bastard! Oh shit! Shit! I need to cum. I'm gonna fucking blow.'
His eyes flashed open and his stare fixed Cris' eyes.
'Suck me off! Get my cock in your mouth and fucking suck me off! Now! I'm gonna blow!'
Cris looked at the throbbing cock, bigger than it had ever been and still, amazingly, gushing precum. He knew just how to maximise Beckham's climax. With his right hand buried inside him he gripped the base of the cock with his left hand and leant forward. As he started to wank the shaft he closed his lips tightly round the head and pressed his tongue into the slit! He heard a scream of pleasure and a gush of precum over his tongue. The explosion was imminent. He tongue fucked the slit and, as the climax hovered on the very edge he gave his hand a last push! A push that took Beckham's clenching ring several inches past his wrist.
The orgasm defied belief. Surely the man had already been drained? Surely there was no more energy or semen left? Wrong. As he screamed and convulsed, and his chute pulsed around the hand he shot a hot thick jet of cum into the back of Cristiano's throat. Once. Twice. Three shots.... More.
Yells of verbal filth filled the room as he filled the younger man's throat with his juice and clamped the fist.
When it was over he collapsed back into the chair, breathing like a maniac, swimming in his sweat. Cristiano licked the cock clean, making sure that he sucked it dry again. Unaware of what he was doing he withdrew his hand quickly, feeling the pressure on his fingers and the ring beg for him to stay inside. Letting the cock free he tongued up the chest lapping up sweat and nibbled over still hard nipples. He wiped his hand on the back of a wettened hairy thigh. He was close to cumming. So close. His face dived into one of the man's armpit once again but he needed to cum and Becks knew it.
'Get on top of me. Get your cock in my throat. Cum in me.'
'I'm fucking close.'
'I know. Come on.'
He climbed up onto the slithery heaving body and squatted over the sex-crazed man's face, brushing his dripping cock on wet lips. Beckham's left hand gripped the base and, just as Cris had done to him, his tongue drilled into the flared slit.
Cris screamed but as he felt the right hand move under him and a long middle finger slam deep into him and against his prostate he started to spew volcanic semen into Beckham's throat.
This is not the end of the story and further chapters will follow involving other characters.
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