Euro 2008 fun part 3
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Lukas Podolski was determined to finish this run. His heart was pounding, sweat was running down his face, and the heat was close to being unbearable. But Lukas felt unbeatable, and he powered through the last 500 metres with vigour. The treadmill began to slow and the German striker eased off to a fast walk. He had taken off his t-shirt half way through the run and his muscular body glistened with perspiration. Stepping off the treadmill, he made his way over to the water cooler, where he downed one cup of water and poured another over his head. The water ran over his hot body and made Podolski shiver with pleasure.
Glancing over to the other side of the hotel gym, Podolski spied his teammate and friend, Christoph Metzelder, working his way through a session on the rowing machine. He caught his friend's eye and gave him a friendly wave. The tall Real Madrid defender began to slow his pace on the rowing machine, and came to a stop.
"How's it going" he called over to Podolski "I'm absolutely knackered"
"Me too", replied the Bayern Munich star. "Do you fancy heading to the pool to cool off?"
Metzelder nodded vigourously, and jumped out of the rowing machine to join his teammate.
In the changing room, the two men laughed and jostled good-naturedly with each other. They had been good friends for a while- the more senior Metzelder had taken Podolski under his wing somewhat when the striker received his first cap. But Metzelder had a more complex reason to want to look after his young colleague- he had a massive crush on him. As the two wrestled on the floor, Metzelder felt Podolski's athletic physique and struggled not to become hard through excitement. Eventually, the two men broke apart and Podolski stepped up to his locker and fished out his swim shorts. He pulled down his shorts and pants in one go, giving Metzelder a great view of his nicely proportioned cock. Of course, Metzelder had seen it before, many times, in the dressing room. It never lost its appeal, however. Every time the defender saw it, he wanted it more.
Metzelder reached in to his locker and pulled out his own swimwear, a pair of tight blue speedos. Quickly removing his own shorts and pants, he pulled at his cock to prepare it for the speedos. He knew he had a big cock; but he was a big guy. Nearly 6ft5" tall, and all of it muscle. He had quite a serious beard at the moment, and his chest was hairy also. A treasure trail of black hair ran from his belly button down to his pubic hair, which was bush like, and framed his large German cock perfectly. Slipping on his speedos, he followed Podolski down to the pool.
For once, the pool area was deserted. Usually some of the other guys were there; Ballack loved a swim, as did Lahm. But for now, it was just Metzelder and Podolski.
Once in the pool, the two men continued their horseplay from the changing room. Grappling and splashing around in the pool, they tugged and pulled at each others arms, legs, head, anything they could get a hold of. Metzelder felt that familiar twinge in his shorts, and he tried to break away from Podolski so he could hide his growing cock. Podolski, however, was having none of it, and he climbed on to Metzelder's shoulders. The young striker sat proudly upon his compatriot's shoulders, leaned over and gave Metzelder's nipples a tweak, screaming with laughter. This was too much for Metzelder. He was now fully hard, and it would only be a matter of time before Podolski saw what he was hiding in his speedos. He threw the younger man off his shoulders and swam quickly to the side of the pool, clambered out and disasppeared in to the poolside sauna. Podolski booed and hissed after him "ha ha, I win! 1-0 to me!"
Metzelder closed the door of the sauna behind him and sat down, relieved to have concealed his now rigid cock. He adjusted his penis so it sat more comfortably in his speedos, and he leaned back against the wall of the sauna, trying to find his breath. Just then, Podolski entered the sauna. "You can't hide here!" Lukas cried, and jumped over to sit next to the hirsute Metzelder.
Ten minutes had passed in the sauna. The men had been unusually silent, perhaps because of the heat that confronted them. Metzelder's eyes were almost fully closed, but throught the slight slit that remained open, he watched the glistening body of his teammate. Podolski had lain down completely on the sauna bench, and his hand was absent mindedly down his shorts, as most men do, and he was lightly playing with himself. Metzelder could hardly resist touching his own throbbing cock, and he stealthily placed his hand inside his speedos and pulled at his rigid shaft.
Podolski sat up, straight as a bolt and confronted the older player. "Having a little play with ourselves, are we?"
Metzelder was shocked. He hadn't expected Lukas to draw any attention towards their innocent fumblings- everyone on the team did it, all the time! In fact, all men do it all the time. Metzelder noticed that Podolski was still rubbing his own cock in his swimshorts, all the while fixing his gaze on his older teammate. The two men stared at each other, both with their hands on their respective cocks, for what seemed like an eternity.
Lukas Podolski stood up, breaking their staring match. He made no attempt to cover his boner, which proudly tented in his loose, black swim shorts. He stepped over to Metzelder and ran his fingers through his teammates hair. Metzelder groaned with pleasure, removing his had from his own speedos and gently grasping Podolski's cock, which stood about a foot away from his face. Slowly, he began to wank it up and down, playing with Podolski's loose balls with his other had. Podolski moaned softly and Metzelder jerked his pole. Metzelder stopped the ball play for a few seconds, and freed his own gasping cock from his tight speedos. It sprang up to attention, and thwacked against his hair covered stomach. Metzelder then stood up, bringing the two men face to face, and they shared a long, passionate kiss as their stiff penises rubbed together in ecstacy.
After a few minutes kissing, Metzelder turned his back on Podolski and leaned over the sauna bench. His perfect arse parted to reveal his anus, which Podolski promptly spat on and began to work open with his fingers. After about ten minutes of work, the younger man judged the hole big enough to receive his sizeable member, and he slowly eased it in. Metzelder tensed with a mixture of pleasure and pain, as Podolski tenderly pushed his cock in, and pulled his cock out of Metzelder's arsehole.
Podolski turned out to be quite a hard fucker. He got quicker and quicker, until he was virtually pounding his teammates arse for all he was worth. The heat of the sauna intensified the two men's action and their bodies poured sweat. Metzelder wanked furiously at his own cock as he was rammed from behind. It wouldn't be long until someone blew a massive load.
Pulling out his raging cock from Metzelder's arsehole, Podolski whipped of his condom and took control of his cock with his hand, wanking it hard. Metzelder stood up, and the two men faced each other, one hand on the other's shoulder and the other wanking their own hard cocks. The kissed passionately, and then all of a sudden Podolski jumped on to the bench of the sauna. Metzelder knew what was happening next, and he positioned his face in the prime spot. Podolski let out a gasp as he came, great shudders running though his athletic body as he shot load after load of hot cum on to Metzelder's face, chest and shoulders. Not ten seconds after his teammate had shot his load, Metzelder's own cock started to spurt, his cum flying up on to the thighs and calfs of Podolski. Podolski greedily licked up the cum from Metzelder's beard and face, loving the taste of his own man-juice. Metzelder pulled away from his partner's eager mouth, he was also desperate to taste his own cum, and he bent down to lick it from Podolski's legs.
Soon, the two men had licked each other entirely clean of cum, and once more they kissed passionately, their tongues fighting against one another.
"Back to the pool, then?" enquired Podolski
"Yes, back to the pool", retorted Metzelder, "I need to cool down!"