Chapter 10 of England Fuck Fantasy is attached. Thanks.
by davidgaywhite
This work is a piece of fiction. I do not know Alan Smith, Michael Owen, David Beckham, Steven Gerrard, Joe Cole or James Beattie 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 chapter by tintinuni---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------
It's been a while since the last chapter, but this story follows on pretty much from where the last left off. There will still be the three alternating story strands, and I am now in collaboration with another writer, so we'll be alternating chapters between us. Hope you enjoy, won't be so long till the next one!
Chapter 10
It was a hot summers night and the England team were beginning to regret going along with Beckham's idea of having Armani as the official team designer.
"Fuck, these suits are hot" Michael Owen said to Frank Lampard as he rubbed his neck, his hand becoming wet with sweat. He thought how much he wished Alan had been there as well, although his pleas to include him in the summer squad had fallen on deaf ears.
"But we need him on the team, Boss" he had said, not being able to divulge the real reason behind suggesting his inclusion. But Sven had not allowed him; his temper was too readily getting the better of him.
Beckham was missing Smithy as well. He had not been able to stop thinking about his session with him in the toilets at Elland Road when he had had his mouth filled with his cum.
All the team was gathered at a large hotel outside London to generate some bonding between the group, but all any of them could think about was the games ahead of them qualifying for Euro 2004 was now essential. They had to build on the World Cup and do even better.
Joe Cole sidled up to Gerrard and smiled a knowing smile at him. Somehow the two lovers had managed to get rooms next to each other, but neither could help feeling sorry for Owen who was clearly missing Smith.
Beckham, despite having nothing to do with the organisation of the function, naturally fitted into the role of host and he was spending most of the time walking round checking that all was well amongst his team. He did, however, avoid three of his teammates, Lampard, Dyer and Ferdinand. He couldn't get the image of them having sex out of his mind, but after a few subtle, but suggestive, comments made to Ferdinand in the dressing room he realised that there was no potential in continuing with that thought. Still, he felt awkward in their presence, just as he did with Smith. He shook it off, knowing that he would have to deal with it. The three `porn stars' didn't know what he had seen, and Smithy seemed to be very happy continuing his relationship with Michael and obviously saw what he had done with David as a bit of fun, but not something that would necessarily be repeated.
"Alright Chief" came a voice from behind him. "Or should that be Sir?"
David spun round and saw James Beattie grinning from ear to ear. He was clearly very happy at being included in the England squad, and the captain was beginning to reconsider the initial reservations about having him in the team. Here was a guy who combined boyish charm with a certain unshaven ruggedness, which David found irresistible. All of a sudden there was no one else out in the dusk heat, just him and the grinning Beattie.
"Well? Can I then" James said.
"Yeah, sure," said David shaking himself out of his trance. He was not sure what he was agreeing to. This was happening too often now. All the cute guys he met sent him into a kind of trance, where he could see nothing but them and hear nothing at all. He had totally missed what James had said to him, but figured that even if he had heard he would have agreed to pretty much anything this stud had said anyway.
Beattie held out his glass and then all was clear, he just wanted a refill, and since Beckham had become honorary waiter he obliged.
"Fill her up," James said.
[Fill HIM up more like] Beckham thought as his cock started to shift around in his boxer shorts.
David poured a glass full of Champagne for his new colleague and they started to chat about various things. They discussed Southampton's fortunes that year, as David bemoaned the lack of a decent Man United presence in the F.A. Cup. Jokes were told and more drinks were poured and the pair seemed to be getting on really well. As the evening drew to a close they were still talking about each others career, whether Beckham should stay in the country, and how Beattie should best go about getting to play European football. James valued the advice of the more experienced player and they continued to talk as they climbed the stairs to their rooms.
"Erm, I'm not sure where I'm meant to be going," Beattie said when he realised he was lost in a different section of the hotel to where his room was. He had been so engrossed in what Beckham had been saying that he hadn't been paying attention to where he was going.
"Oh," said David. "Well, my room's just here, come in and we'll ring the reception desk and they should be able to tell you how to get back to your room."
"Ok, cheers," Beattie said, as he followed his captain inside.
Beckham picked up the phone and pressed the button for reception. A repetitive beep came back, and he replaced the receiver.
"It's engaged," he said turning to James. "Fancy another drink while we wait?"
"Yeah, sure"
David bent down to the mini bar, allowing Beattie a full view of his tight arse in his expensive, well tailored trousers. He pulled out two mini bottles of scotch and two glasses and turned around to face his guest.
" Do you want ice?" he asked holding up the bottle.
" No, I'll take it straight thanks" came the reply.
That sent bolts through Beckham's body. He wanted to take to Beattie, but in every way except a `straight' one. He poured the whiskies and handed one to Beattie who downed it quickly. Beckham noticed that the young striker was shaking slightly as he held the glass. He took it off him, again bending down to the bar to replace it, once again showing off his tight arse.
Beattie sat down on the bed, which bounced slightly underneath him.
"Your rooms loads nicer than mine" he said looking around and stroking the linen sheets. He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, feeling the rush of the alcohol hitting his head. He spread his arms out to the side and moved them over the sheets, caressing the soft material under his hands. Beckham just stood over him and watched, with a smile widening on his face.
David sat down on the bed near Beattie's head and looked down at his face. James opened his eyes and suddenly the realisation hit him, he wanted his captain so much, more than he had ever wanted anyone before. David looked back, seeing the look in James' eyes, and he lifted his hand and brought it to the neck of Beattie's shirt.
"Fucking hell it's hot in here," said Beckham as he undid Beattie's shirt with one hand and his own with the other.
" Yeah, it is," said James, helping David out.
When both players had their shirts off they looked at each other, their torsos glistening with sweat, their hair damp with it.
Beattie stood up and ran his arms over Beckham's shoulders and down his back as Beckham pulled him in for a long and deep kiss. Their tongues mingled with each other as they shared saliva, loving every minute of this intimate encounter. David stroked and caressed the back of Beattie's head as their tongues worked against each other, moving in and out of each others mouths, pressing against each other.
Beattie ran his hands down Beckham's wet back and forced them into the band of his trousers, and down into his boxers. He felt David's hot, sweaty arse, covered in a slight hair, which increased as his fingers got closer to his crack. David's hands ran over Beattie's chest, which was also covered in a light covering of hair, as James' fingers widened his arse out.
David moved his hands down Beattie's chest onto his hard stomach, feeling the thick trail of hair descending into his trousers. He let go of Beattie and undid his own trousers, letting them fall to the floor, allowing Beattie easier access to his arse. He then reached forward and undid James fly buttons; his trousers dropped instantly revealing his hard seven-inch cock. Realising that James had been going commando all night sent a wave of excitement through Beckham's body, and it was all he could do not to drop to the floor and take the piece of meat in front of him into his mouth, but he resisted, he was liking what James was doing to his arse too much. James now had one of his middle fingers in David's arse right up to the knuckle and he was forcing it in and out, fucking his arse with his finger, using the sweat as lube. Beckham moaned and groaned in pleasure and gasped when Beattie inserted another finger. James moved down slowly until he had one of his captain's nipples between his lips, sucking on it, licking round at the light downy hair whilst he used now three fingers to fuck David's tight, hairy hole.
With the hand that wasn't now attached to Beckham's arse hole Beattie pulled Beckham's boxers down and he knelt to the floor. Still finger fucking him he took David's dick into his mouth, not believing what was going on. How on earth was he here, on his knees, servicing his national captain? He didn't care how though; he was just enjoying every minute of it.
Beattie withdrew his fingers and brought then up to his face. He sniffed deep and inhaled the strong masculine odour. He turned Beckham round, desperate to taste this juice, the combination of sweat and pure sex. He pushed his nose deep into Beckham's crack and breathed deeply, he needed to taste this man, and he did. He stuck out his tongue and forced it deep inside him tasting all he had. David moaned in pure ecstasy as he felt James's tongue moving in and out of him. The bristles on his chin chaffed up and down his arse, adding to the thrill of having the young striker lick him so expertly.
Eventually James stopped and stood up. He kissed David deeply on the lips, letting him taste his own juices, the pair's tongues once again pressed against each other forcefully battling for supremacy, pushing in and out. James turned David around and pushed him gently onto the bed. He opened up his captain's arse cheeks and positioned his cock against his hole. With a small push it slid nicely into his arse, so well lubricated with spit and sweat. David bit into the sheets in a combination of pain and amazing pleasure, but he did let one loud yelp escape, which was music to Beattie's ears. This encouraged James to pump harder and faster as he filled Beckham's arse with his hard thick cock, his balls banging against David's cheeks.
"Oh, fuck, yeah, I'm gonna ride you for ever" Beattie cried, ploughing his ass harder. All of a
sudden David's arse tightened around Beattie's swelling cock as James came deep inside Beckham. Cum leaked out the sides as it struggled to find space inside David's hole, which was so well filled with Beattie's cock. James let out shout after shout, with jets of cum which continued, it was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. He withdrew his cock, which had lost none of its stiffness and lay down on the bed next to David. He looked deep in his eyes and kissed him again. Suddenly Beckham pulled away.
"What's wrong," Beattie asked, concerned that this night of passion might not be going as well as he had hoped.
"Nothing," said David. "It's just. It's my turn to fuck you now!"
With that he rolled Beattie onto his back and lifted his hairy legs over his shoulders. He ran his hands up and down James' well-toned and muscular legs as his cock found its target. James' arse was so tight that Beckham really had to force hard to get his cock in, but, lubricated by an amazing amount of sweat and some expertly targeted spitting by Beckham, it went in.
When his cock was fully in Beattie's ass he began to slowly push in and out. This was the first ass he had ever fucked, and he planned to take his time. He looked down at the beaming face below him, gasping in silence at the pain of being fucked for the first time, but he loved it, and wanted more.
More is exactly what David gave him as he continued to fuck harder and quicker, although still retaining the tenderness he started with. James' cock was still rock hard, and Beckham took it in his hands and started to jerk it off. The feel of this thick cock in his hands and his hard cock surrounded by Beattie's tight ass sent him over the edge, and, just as James' came for the second time Beckham pulled out and shot ribbons of cum all over Beattie's stomach, chest and face. Beattie rubbed it into his hairy chest, mixing it with his own, whilst his tongue licked around his face trying to get every last drop into his mouth. David fell down on top of him, his now limp dick still inside James, and the pair smiled at each other and kissed again, David breaking off every now and again to feed himself a bit more of James' cum which had splattered all over his hands.
The pair lay together and slowly drifted of to sleep, wrapped up in each other's warmth and feeling like they never had before.
Coming up: Is Alan the only man on Michaels mind?
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