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. ---------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ --------Steve's thoughts appear like [this]. --------------- ------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 8
"Harder!" Joe pushed in even harder, his cock filling Steve's ass completely. He could feel the cum building up in his balls. "I'm gonna cum!" Joe shouted, and with one final push, filled Steve's ass full of his hot creamy cum. For a while, the two of them just lay their, breathing deeply after the marathon fuck. Joe had been pumping away for about 45 minutes. Steve leaned towards Joe and kissed him deeply, their tongues meeting and entwining, their lips locked together. When they finally separated, Steve looked deep into Joe's eyes. "I wanna' fuck you now babe" Steve said sincerely. Joe and Steve had been seeing each other for about a month now, but so far Joe had done all of the fucking. Steve had been waiting until he felt ready, and now was the time. "You sure?" Joe asked. "Yeah, I'm ready!" Joe lay back onto the bed and widened his legs. "You want, you come and get it" he said playfully. Steve obliged, leaning in towards Joe's crotch. He sniffed around Joe's dick, licking playfully at his hairy balls. Then he lifted Joe's legs into the air and pushed his nose into Joe's ass crack, sniffing his boyfriends shit hole. He stuck his tongue out gently and touched Joe's pucker, sending shivers down both of their spines. Steve moved his tongue back to Joe's balls while he pushed a finger into his moist ass. Soon enough, he had pushed four fingers in, copying what Joe had done to him earlier. "Right, here goes" Steve said, placing Joe's legs over his shoulders and resting the head of his cock against Joe's ass. Slowly he pushed inwards, until about half of his cock was inside Joe. He was just about to push in further when he heard a noise. "What the fuck was that?" Steve asked. "I dunno" Joe said, equally worried. "The boss said no-one would be training tonight, so we should be the only ones in here!" Just then, the door to the changing room opened and Michael Owen walked in. Steve and Joe didn't have any time to respond, they just stayed where they were. Michael stood at the door, his mouth wide open, staring down at his two naked teammates. There was moment of awkward silence, and then Michael ran from the room. Joe and Steve still hadn't moved. "You just gonna sit there?" Joe shouted at Steve. "What do you mean?" Steve replied. "Get your fucking cock out of my ass!" Joe shouted , pushing away from Steve. "What you fucking shouting at me for?" Steve shouted back. " It was your fucking idea to do it in here!" "You agreed!" Joe shouted back, by this time standing by the bench and putting his clothes back on. Steve began to do the same. "Don't you think someone should go and speak to Michael?" he asked after a few moments silence. "Well I'm not going. You go, you're friends with him more than me" Joe replied. Steve quickly finished getting dressed, kissed Joe quickly on the lips and then ran from the changing rooms.
Steve ran out of the changing facilities and into the cold nights air. As he ran across the training pitch towards the accommodation building, his mind ran over what had just happened. [What was Michael doing in the changing rooms tonight anyway?] he thought. [Why did he have to pick the time when I was just about to fuck Joe?] Steve reached the accommodation building and walked inside. He headed along the corridor towards Michael's room, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached the door and knocked gently. Their was no answer. He knocked again, harder. Still there was no answer. [Well, I wouldn't want to answer either] Steve thought, putting himself in Michael's shoes. [He must feel as embarrassed as Joe and me. But I've got to talk to him, explain things. I'll try his window.] Steve headed back outside and around the side of the building toward Michael's window. As he neared Michael's window, he saw that the light was on inside, and the window was open slightly. [So he is in!] Steve thought as he crept closer. He crouched below the window sill and looked in. The room was empty. Just as Steve was about to leave, he heard a toilet flush and Michael emerged from his en suite bathroom wearing his training kit. [He must have been planning a bit of extra training] Steve thought. He was about to knock on the window when he noticed that Michael was rubbing himself in front of the mirror. Steve watched in surprise and growing excitement as a scene unfolded which Steve could only have dreamt about. Michael reached his hand into his shorts and began to jerk off, watching himself in the mirror as he always did. "So, Joe and Steve are fuck buddies are they," Michael said to himself. "Wait till I tell Alan about this! Maybe we could all get together!" He started to pump harder. He stopped for a moment to push his shorts fully down to the ground, his 7-inch boner springing out. Outside, Steve had to withhold a gasp at the size of his teammate's stiff cock. Michael was jerking off slowly with long strokes, playing with the full length of his dick. The tip of his cock rubbed against his training shirt, leaving a patch of sticky, warm pre-cum. "Shit!" he said and pulled his shirt off carefully so that it wouldn't get any more messed up. "Alan can lick that up later" he muttered and then continued his wank session. Steve couldn't believe what he was hearing and seeing. [Mikey's gay!] he realised. [And he's doing it with Alan Smith! Lucky bastard!] Inside, Michael was really going at it. He reached over to his bedside table, opened the top drawer and took out his dildo. It was still slightly wet from when he had used it on Alan the night before, so he wouldn't need any lube. Steven watched as Michael lay back and lifted his legs in the air, positioning the tip of the dildo against his shit hole. "Go on Steve, fuck me while Alan sucks me off!" Michael said in a playful tone, and pushed the dildo in. He moaned loudly as the head of the dildo went in, and then moaned more gently as the rest of the 7 inch dildo slid into his tight ass. "Oh yeah, fuck me Steve!" Michael groaned and started to move the dildo in and out of his ass, pushing harder and faster with every stroke. At the same time he was jerking off, his cock throbbing with pleasure. He felt his dick grow slightly bigger in his hand and felt his balls tensing up. With one final push, he rammed the dildo into his prostate. He came straight away, his thick juicy cum shooting out onto his chest and face. Outside, Steve came into his shorts. He hadn't even been jerking off, but the sight off Michael cumming had sent him over the edge. Covering up the damp patch by pulling his shirt down over his shorts, he headed back towards the front door.
Steve arrived back at the room he was sharing with Joe. He walked in to find Joe jerking off on his bed. "You explain?" Joe asked, stopping his wank session. "Er, no." Steve replied. "Why not? You did find him didn't you?" Steve related what had happened back to his boyfriend. By the time he had finished, Joe had put on some clothes. "So Mikey's gay is he? And he's fucking Smithy? Sounds like we're missing out!" he said, heading for the door. "What do you mean?" Steve asked, following. "Don't you think we should be getting in on some of the action?!" With that, Joe walked through the door and headed down towards Michaels room. Steve followed, feeling his cock already beginning to grow. They arrived at Michael's door and Joe knocked. "Coming" Michael shouted from inside. Joe looked round at Steve. "He will be soon!" he said and they both laughed. As the door opened, Steve adjusted his cock in his shorts so that his stiffy wasn't so obvious. The door opened fully and Michael saw who it was. "Look guys, it's really none of my business what I saw, I won't tell anyone" he said quickly, trying to put his teammates at ease. "Not even your fuck buddy?" Joe asked. "What do you mean?" Michael demanded. "Smithy! Or is that just what you call your dildo?" Joe replied. Michael, clearly shocked, ushered them into his room before shutting the door and locking it. He turned around to face them. "How do you know about me and Alan?" he demanded. "And how do you know about my dildo?" Steven re-told the story of how he had watched Michael through the window. Meanwhile, Joe had found the shirt that Michael had been wearing and was sniffing at the patch of pre-cum. "Mind if I lick this up Mike" he asked, and then licked it up before waiting for an answer. Michael snatched the shirt away. "So, what do you guys want?" he asked. "Nothing really," Steven started but Joe interrupted. "Wouldn't mind a bit of your ass!" he said. "Alan's my boyfriend," Michael replied, "I'll only have group sex if he's part of it." "Isn't my ass good enough for you? Steve asked Joe. "Your ass is perfect mate! But even you must have dreamed of fucking the wonder boy's tight ass." Joe replied playfully. "Look, no-one's fucking me except for Alan!" Michael said forcefully. "Well, how about a group jerk off?" Joe said. Michael looked at Joe and Steve, and at their tenting shorts. "Go on then" Michael said, "But don't make a mess!" The three of them stripped off and sat in a circle. Michael reached across and jerked off Steven's 7-incher, Steven jerked off Joe's 6.5 inches of meat, and Joe jerked off Michael's 7 inch dick. They sat, moaning and groaning, wanking each others stiff cocks. Joe concentrated hard on Owen's prick, but Steve and Michael kept making eye contact, the two Liverpool buddies making some kind of emotional link. As Joe got carried away by the jerking of Michael's cock, Michael leaned towards Steve and gave him a quick but meaningful kiss. They both came at the same time, and Joe just a few seconds after. The circle jerk completed, Joe and Steve got dressed and left the room. Michael stared after Steve. "He is one hot fucker!"
Coming next time. Michael can't keep his mind on Alan - or his hands off Steve!!!
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