This work is a piece of fiction. I do not know Alan Smith, Michael Owen, David Beckham, Steven Gerrard or Joe Cole 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- Steven's thoughts appear like [this]. ----------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 [It wasn't that bad a foul] Steven thought as he walked down the corridor into the dressing room. He had just been sent off in a Friendly game and there were still another 30 minutes of the game left. He sat down on the bench and kicked off his boots, sending them skidding across the floor towards the showers. H e got up and walked across the room, picked up his shoes and reached into the shower room, turning on the master switch to heat the water. [I might have been sent off in disgrace, but I'm still going to have a nice hot shower]. As he returned to his part of the bench, he took his shirt off and hung it over the peg. Then he sat down and unstrapped his shin pads before peeling his socks off and shoving them under the bench. His feet were swollen from the match and he couldn't wait to get them under some nice hot water. He stood up again and dropped his shorts, hanging them on the peg with his shirt and then he removed his jock strap. He walked back over to the showers and tested the water with his hand. It was a bit on the cool side but he knew that it would warm up properly in another couple of minutes. He moved underneath the nearest shower head and let the warm water run down his body, easing the tension in his muscles after the abrupt end to his game. He leant over and rubbed his feet, then stood back up again and with soap in hand, began to clean himself from head to toe. He started to lather up the soap suds around his cock and started to get stiff. [Typical that I should get stiff now, but not when I'm in bed with my girlfriend]. For some reason, Steven just couldn't get hard when he was about to have sex with his girlfriend, but he was fine when he wanted to masturbate or doing something like cleaning his cock. He played with his cock until it reached full length, about 7 inches, and then stopped. [I can't wank here] he thought; [anyone might just walk in on me]. He put some shampoo in his hair and lathered it up. Again his thoughts turned to having a wank. He looked at the clock on the wall - there were still another 20 minutes of the game left. [That should be plenty of time to have some fun]. He started going at it, first with his right hand, then with his left hand, pumping harder and faster. With whichever hand he wasn't using on his dick, he rubbed the soapsuds over his body, feeling his nipples and his six pack. His hand strayed round to his ass, and he started to rub his anus, sending shivers of delight through his body. He pushed two soapy fingers up his anus, and with one final jerk, shot his load against the wall in front of him. He heard a deep exhaling sound from behind him in the changing rooms. He spun around but as he did so, some of the shampoo suds in his hair dripped down into his eyes. It stung so much that he had to shut his eyes immediately, and when he opened his eyes all he could see was the blurry image of someone hurriedly leaving the changing rooms. [Who the fuck was that and how long were they watching?]
Outside the changing rooms, Joe Cole quickly tucked his shirt back into his shorts. He walked away back towards the pitch, his foot squelching in the cum-filled sock he had used while watching Steve. It felt great.
Coming next time. David Beckham needs to get hard!!
The Steven/Joe storyline will continue later in the series.
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