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Rafael Van Der Vaart threw down the remote control to his massive hotel room plasma tv and swore with rage. He could not get this damn thing to work, and he had tried everything. His rage was compounded by the fact that his team, Holland, had just been knocked out of Euro 2008 by underdogs Russia. Frustratedly, he picked up the phone and dialled room service, hoping they could help ease his televisual angst.
A minute or so later, there was a knock at the door. "Pretty prompt", thought the Dutch midfielder, as he made his way over to the door, dressed only in tight fitting black boxer shorts. He opened the door and was confronted by a young Austrian room attendant, possibly about twenty one years old. "Nice", thought Rafael to himself, "I wouldn't mind a piece of that!"
Rafael explained his predicament to the young man, who couldn't keep his eyes off Rafael's tidy package. He felt his own cock twinge just looking at the physique of the footballer, never mind getting a sneak preview of what he had downstairs!
The young man leaned over the back of the television stand to investigate the wiring; indeed he felt glad of the cover as his own cock was beginning to make a sizeable tent in his hotel uniform. Just as he was stretching to reach the culprit, an unplugged scart cable, Rafael made his move. Approaching the hotel employee from behind, he pressed his now stiff cock against the young man's tight arse, and reached his hand around and squeezed at his now rigid penis. The young man let out a moan of pleasure, and turned to face Rafael, who immediately shoved his tongue in his friend's mouth before he had a chance to say anything.
Rafael pulled the worker back towards his bed, sat down on the edge, pulled out his cock and motioned the young man to get to work. He obliged, eagerly, working his mouth up and down Rafael's hard shaft, all the while feeling his hot body with both hands. Somehow, (perhaps through practice) Rafael had managed to pull down the young Austrian's trousers and began to massage his willing cock with his feet. The sensation sent shudders of pleasure through the Austrian, who gulped down the Dutchman's cock with added gusto.
Just then, a key sounded in the door, and Rafael's room-mate, the Ajax striker and Netherlands squad player Klaas-Jan Huntelaar entered the room. "What the fuck is going on here then?" he cried as he saw the two men in front of him in rhapsody.
The entry of Huntelaar was too much for the room attendant, who promptly shot his load over the hairy legs of Van Der Vaart. He quickly gathered his things and left, red-faced but elated over an experience he'd never forget.
Huntelaar closed the door behind the departing man and turned to face his team mate, Van Der Vaart, who had risen from the bed and now stood facing his younger compatriot. His cock was still rock hard, and rose proudly from his hairy pubic area. Huntelaar noticed the cum of the now-departed young Austrian running slowly through the hair on Van Der Vaart's muscled legs. Without even realising it, the young Ajax striker had achieved a massive erection, which fought against the loose shorts he had worn back from the gym.
This was all the invitation the elder player needed. In one step, Van Der Vaart drew close to Huntelaar and started wanking his cock through the loose fabric of his shorts. His own cock touched the much taller Huntelaar's thigh and sent shivers of pleasure through both men. Huntelaar gently took Van Der Vaart's throbbing penis in his hand and began slowly jerking it off.
The action soon led to the bed, when the younger Huntelaar took charge. He carefully licked off the young Austrian's cum from his teammate's legs, and dribbled it meticulously on Van Der Vaart's anus, and using it as a lube, he slowly entered a finger, then two, the three, in order to prepare his countryman's arse for the riding of its life.
Van der Vaart bit his teeth together with pleasure as Huntelaar entered him from behind. The two men were now covered in sweat and their bodies seemed as one as the strong, athletic Huntelaar slowly pounded his much smaller bedfellow. Huntelaar had taken Van Der Vaart's still rock-hard cock in his hand and jerked him off in rhythm to his own entry. It wasn't going to be long before one of them came, judging by the loud groans emanating from their glistening bodies.
Huntelaar pulled out of Rafael's tired ring and flipped over his teammate so their gazes met. They shared a long, deep kiss as Huntelaar aligned their stiff cocks together so he could take them both in his hand and wank them to climax. Van der Vaart was in ecstacy, biting on Huntelaar's lip, which the big Ajax striker loved. After what seemed like an age to their aching cocks, the two men began to tense as spurt after spurt of hot, white cum jerked out of their hard Dutch cocks. Van der Vaart greedily began licking the cum off of Huntelaar's perfectly scupted body, then leaned in for another long kiss in which Huntelaar was afforded the pleasure of tasting his own cum.
Exhausted, the two men fell back in bed and settled in to a comfortable cuddle. "Ah well," exclaimed Klaas-Jan "at least there's one silver lining to being out of the competition- we get more time to do this!"