This work is a piece of fiction. I do not know Alan Smith, Michael Owen, David Beckham, Steven Gerrard, Joe Cole or Owen Hargreaves and do not know their sexual preferences. The actions depicted in this story do not in any way mean that they are gay or bisexual in real life. ---------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ -------This story written by tintinuni---------------------- ------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 9 (i)
Alan slammed his fist against the changing room wall. Fuck!' he shouted. Fuck, fuck fuck!'
Today was the big one, Leeds v Man U at Elland Road and in the 44th minute Smithy had blown it. After a great pass by Bowyer he was all lined up to score the first goal of the match. The crowd was going wild, this was it. When out of nowhere that dick Ferdinand came sliding into him, studs up sending him crashing to the ground. The crowd went mad! Volleys of abuse were hurled at Ferdinand whilst the Man U supporters cheered their new star. Smith was wild, like a man possessed he leapt off the ground smashing his arms into Ferdinand's chest who pushed back. Both teams gathered round their players holding them at bay, and then the referee arrived on the scene. The whistle went and two red cards went up and both players left the pitch to the cheering and jeering of the crowd.
Half time had come and gone and Smith was left alone in the changing rooms, in a trance, seeing red. All he wanted was Rio, he wanted to break his legs, make him never play again and then those thoughts entered his head again. He shook his head and slammed his fist again. This was it, he was going round there and sorting this out, Ferdinand was going to regret what he had done, Smiths big chance for glory had been ruined, and he wanted revenge.
In all his time at Elland Road Alan Smith had learnt the secrets of the maze like interior and he knew how, for example, to get to the away dressing room without being seen. He walked in and it was empty.
Shit!' he thought to himself. Where the fuck is he?'
He looked around the dressing room. There was only one space with boots and a kit in, that must be Rio's he thought to himself. He must have come in, got changed at half time and gone back out to sit and watch the rest of the game, that was something Alan knew he couldn't bear to do. He thought, although he would have never said this publicly, that there was no way that Leeds would win the game without his skill up front. Alan looked up, while he had been thinking about the game he had been instinctively drawn to Ferdinand's bag. Glancing around to check he was alone again he reached in and there it was, stuffed right at the bottom, Ferdinand's jock strap. He pulled it out and looked at it. It was still slightly damp and warm with sweat and smith noticed the glistening stain of pre cum in the crotch and a few of Rio's hairs stuck to the inside. He was just bringing it up to his face when he heard a noise behind him. 'Fuck,' he whispered. and he shoved the jock strap down the back of his shorts.
'Did you get lost?' came a voice from round the corner. 'Or are you just trying to pick up some tips' 'I, er...' spluttered Smith trying to recognise the voice, and then, just as he walked round the corner, he realised, it was his national captain, David Beckham. 'oh, er, Hi David, I was just...'
'Don't bother explaining Alan, I don't suppose you can say anything that would make the situation any less incriminating' Smith just stood, slightly shell shocked, and bright red. What had David seen, and why was he letting him off so lightly. 'I'd just go now, if I was you, your dressing rooms that way' Beckham said with a sarcastic tone, pointing down the corridor.
'Erm, ok, see you soon David' Alan turned to leave and then realised what he had done, just as his hand went for the jockstrap stuck out the back of his shorts David whipped it out. Alan spun round, looking more embarrassed than before. 'What's this then?' He asked, waving it about. Smith stood there not knowing what to say, he looked to the ground, like a school boy being told off. but as his eyes moved to the floor he noticed a huge bulge in Beckham's tracksuit. All of a sudden a huge grin grew across Smith's face. He looked up and pointed at Beckham's crotch.
'And what's that then?' he asked. Now it was Beckham's turn to splutter and look embarrassed. And then a grin grew across his face. Both players had put 2 and 2 together and worked out what the other was thinking. 'He is extremely horny, isn't he?' said Alan. 'Your not kidding, have you seen him in action?'
'No,' replied Smith. 'Have you?' 'Yeah, I downloaded a copy of the Cyprus sex video off the net. Victoria wasn't too pleased about it, but I pointed out that the two of us separating would not be in anyone's best interest' 'So she knows your gay?'
'Yeah, and now so do you!' 'So,' said Smith, shuffling his feet on the floor. 'So,' said Becks, gently rubbing his stiff cock through his shorts. 'Oh, what the fuck,' Smith said grabbing Beckham by the neck. He pulled him in and the pair kissed for what seemed like an eternity, their tongues working each other, their hands caressing every inch of their muscular bodies. Ever nerve in them was tense, their hairs standing on end as they felt each others manhood. Slowly Alan pushed his hands into Beckham's shorts, feeling his way under his jockstrap and to the prize beneath. His whole body shuddered in time with Beckham's as his hand touched the captains manhood... 'Wait,' sad Beckham suddenly breaking out of the kiss. 'I caught you in here, someone could easily catch us.' 'That's true,' replied Smith. 'And I want you all to myself. There's another toilet just down the corridor we can use, I've never been disturbed in there before.' 'You've fucked here before?' asked Beckham.
'Yeah, when Liverpool played earlier this...' 'What? Who from Liverpool?' David asked. 'Oh, erm... Michael' 'Shit! Lucky you' 'Well, I'm seeing him later in the week, if you like I can mention our little rendezvous today and we could all meet up. If it's ok with Posh,' a little smile grew across Smith's face as he added the last part. 'Well, come on then,' Alan said, taking David's hand and leading him down the corridor, checking first that no one was there. The pair waked into the single cubicle toilet and locked the door behind then. 'Now then Mr. Beckham, I don't think we will be disturbed.' Smith said, pulling his shirt of to reveal his hairless, toned chest. Beckham's hands ran down his body, pausing to tweak the young Leeds stars nipples. He moved his head in and took them in his mouth. First one, then the other, slowly circling around them with his tongue. Alan swung his head back and let out a low moan as David tongue worked down to his navel. It then moved down to his shorts which Smith quickly removed. David paused to take off his tracksuit and knelt in front of a naked Alan, naked himself with his 7.5 inch meat bobbing in the air. He took Alan's 6.5'' cock in his mouth and started to suck on the head slowly, his tongue working at his cum slit. Again Alan moaned, and Beckham, taking this as the sign of approval that it was, sucked harder and pulled Smith's cock further into his mouth, down his throat until it was all in. Smith was now face fucking Beckham at some speed as the two moaned and groaned in unison. Smith knew the moment of climax was near, but he had so much he still wanted to do and so he slowly pulled his cock from out of David's throat and knelt down to kiss him. Now it was Smith's turn to service David and he too started with the nipples, licking them and sucking them for all it was worth. He then moved his tongue around Beckham's hard chest, until it found his armpit. they had worked up such a sweat in the small, hot toilet stall that it seemed to be pouring out of Beckham's under arm, and fortunately, for Smith at least, he was there to lap it up. David groaned and Smith continued his way south. Beckham's chest was harder than Smith's, and he had a beautiful trail of hair from his navel to his cock and this was something Smith really liked. He was jealous that neither he nor Owen had this and so he was determined to make the most of it. He flicked his tongue all the way down this trail until he reached the goal, Beckham's big, thick hairy cock. There was no messing from Alan, he took all of Beckham inside his throat in one swift suck and Beckham moaned a sound that seemed to come from the bottom of his lungs. No one, not even the studs of his imagination had sucked him like this before, slow caressing sucks. Smith pulled away from David's meat and turned him round so that his firm ass was facing him. He parted his cheeks with his hands and moved his tongue in between. Once again David groaned. Smith's tongue was now right inside him licking, almost fucking his ass. It was bliss. Pure, raw, sex. Alan reached round and grabbed David's hard throbbing cock and pumped on it. he really wanted it inside him, but knew that neither he nor Beckham could hold out that long, but he didn't want their cum to go to waste.
He turned David back round and took him deep into his mouth again. instinctively David started to thrust like a wild animal, and then, with a loud moan he shot his load deep into Smith's throat. Smith swallowed hard, trying to take it all, and with one last gulp he finished the load and Beckham pulled his cock out. Smith's hand went straight to his cock and he pumped furiously. Kneeling in front of this sex god with the taste of his cum strong in his throat he was in heaven. But Beckham was damned if he was going to let Smith finish himself off. He pulled Smith to his feet and then took his position on his knees in front of his hard cum filled meat. he took it in his mouth and tenderly flicked his tongue over Alan's cock head, and that was it. That small tongue action had been enough to send Alan over the edge, and waves and waves of his hot, sticky cum shot into David's mouth. It was so much at once that it spilled out over his cheeks, as he flung his head back to try and catch it all he swallowed in big gulps and cleared his mouth. Smith then bent down and licked the remainder off his cheeks and fed it to him. David sucked it off his tongue and swallowed every last drop.
They were exhausted. 'It's a good job I wasn't playing today,' said Becks breathing heavily.
'And it's a good job that I got sent off,' replied Smith, his lips breaking into a smile again. They pulled their clothes on again and Beckham left, kissing Smith hard on the lips one last time. Smith was just leaving when he spotted something in the corner, it was Rio's jockstrap. He picked it up and put it to his nose, inhaling deeply. 'Next time Rio, then you're mine,' he said to himself and then, looking at the jockstrap. 'Until then you'll have to do,' and he rubbed his crotch feeling his cock, which was already growing hard again.
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