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FOOTY FUCKS 3 Oscar Beckham, Gareth Bale, Oscar & Frank Lampard
He was the king of football. He was one of the sexiest men even placed by the Good Lord on his Earth. He simply had a body to die for, a body that never seemed to stop men and women around the world masturbating them into a coma whenever shirtless pics of him were leaked. He even had four beautiful children, the oldest of them beginning to look just as sexy as his father.
That's right, this man simply had it all.
But David Beckham had not had gay sexual relations with anyone but himself for over six months now.
He was like a ticking timebomb...
After the West Ham match, the Chelsea players just showered and changed as quick as they could, wanting to forget this game ever happened. As usual, the young sexy Brazilian Oscar did his best to ignore the seriously hung cocks of both John Terry and Branislav Ivanovic, also the thick and meaty dick of Petr Cech in his naked glory, as his eyes fell on the elegant, graceful, beefy and almost angelic body of Frankie Lampard. Grossly loved and honoured from the fans to the Chelsea cause, Oscar allowed his eyes to just quickly snatch a glimp of Frank's six pack abs, the trail of finely trimmed body hair that followed all the way down to his groin, where a perfect 'v' shape combo resulted in a bush full of pubic hair and a packed 4 inch flaccid cock that was positively begging to be played with. Oscar closed his eyes and focused on the next match against whoever, anything to keep his own 7 inch hard dick from rising to the occasion. But the moment that Frank Lampard came along, his dick swaying from side to side, Oscar knew he had been spotted looking.
"Bad match tonight, innit? We just couldn't fucking get going," Frank started to make small talk, soaping up his muscular arms, dripping wet with bubbles of shower gel.
"Uhm...yeah, I guess. Gutted to not score single goal against after so many games," Oscar said.
"Hey mate, I've been here thirteen years, I've literally seen it all. No use in going to ground about losing tonight. You pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again."
"Yeah, if you say so. After all the crap written about us selling Mata, I thought I would be able to handle it, but after tonight..."
Frank smiled and gently placed his hand on Oscar's muscular shoulder. He could feel the results of all the training and vigourous work outs that Oscar had been putting in. He casted his eye down the youngster's hard, chiseled six pack. Oh to be 21 again!! Frank could also feel the stress build up caused by the Oscar's first encounter with winning titles stored in those young shoulders. Gently he walked up straight behind Oscar and placed both hands on his shoulders.
"Frank...what's up man...?"
"Relax mate, I'm not gonna hurt you," Frank said before he started massaging Oscar's wet shoulders. The latter started to sigh as he felt the tensions of the past couple of days simply melt away. Frank was starting to get more than a little boned up, with this sexy young fucker standing infront of him. He grinned slyly and leaned in towards Oscar's neck, where he gently placed a tender kiss. Immedaitely he could feel Oscar's body shudder and stiffen at the same time. He kissed Oscar's neck again, this time allowing his lips to linger on that little collarbone spot, making sure Oscar could feel his warm breath against his naked skin.
"Tell me, mate...is it true what I've been hearing about you and Hazard?"
Oscar knew that he could say no, he could deny everything which Frank allegedly had heard...but he also knew that he has already given the answer away by allowing Frank to kiss him.
"So...what has Belgium boy got which I haven't? I mean, I'm a good looking guy, I have a 8 inch prick and not a half bad body either...so...?"
Oscar finally got some movement in his body, and he turned around defiantly to look at Frank through the drops of water which was still pouring onto them.
"The difference is that Eden and I fucked eachother until he cheated on me with that prick Jan Vertonghen!" Oscar almost yelled.
"Mmmm, I can understand why though. Jan Vertonghen is a fucking sexy dude. But here I am, my hands on your tall body while washing you wash your georgous, muscular arms and those hot pecs..."
That was enough to Oscar to make his choice. He was horny, and his rock hard 7 inch dick proved that...it had been months since Hazard drilled his rock hard ass!!!
Frank grabbed Oscar and pulled him into a strong hug, with his arms going around the Brazilian's lanky, thin frame. He once again kissed Oscar's neck before the latter pounced on him as the two Chelsea footballer's lips met in a passionate, almost needy kiss. Frank took the time to caress his hands all over Oscar upper chest and stomach muscles, feeling and wanting those ripples of teenage flesh underneath. Oscar was a seriously underated hottie! Frank never allowed himself to let go of of Oscar's lips as two desperate tongues almost flew into eachother's mouths, seeking the attention of the other. Frank reached upwards to run his fingers through Oscar's thick ash brown hair as he pulled him closer. He felt the wet texture of the hair between his fingers, as he moved more downwords he suddenly released the kisss, tracing Oscar's growing beard with his fingertips.
"Why the fuck haven't we done this before, mate?" Frank laughed and kissed Oscar again, pushing the younger man now fully against the shower wall. He just couldn't get enough os the so-called forbidden fruit.
"Because the fans and our teammates will kill us?" Oscar groaned as Frank finally allowed him to catch some much needed air after steeling his breath away with the England man wanting those full lips.
Frank started to grind the lower half of his body into the smaller frame of Oscar, exciting moans from the Brazilian teenager chest. Frank then took hold of Oscar's by now steel hard teenage cock. To Oscar's amazement, Frank Lampard leaned down, caressing Oscar's strong thighs and inner flesh as he did so. Now it was Oscar's turn to grab onto Frank's sexy brown hair, swiping his fingers through it, making it stand tall and proud, really giving Lampard a rugged, handsome, bad boy look as his cock grew ever stiffer.
"FUUUUCK!!!" Oscar moaned, thrusting his head backwards, his eyes rolling back in their sockets, so wonderfully overwhelming it felt to have his dock back inside a warm mouth. Frank couldn't get enough of the youngster's hard and manly cock as he kept driving it into his mouth, kept sucking faster, more urgent, wanting the juicy nectar within. The water that was still pouring over them made for an interesting view if anyone could imagine it. The water splashing onto Oscar's chest, running downwards over his rock hard six pack, dripping into his thick bush of pubes and into the mouth of Frank Lampard who was sucking the Brazilian hard prick.
Frank thouroughly enjoyed the texture he felt underneath his experienced tongue. He licked and suckled at Oscar's cockhead, penetrating the piss slit, tasting the deliciously young pre juices that seemed to just pour out of the young cock. Frank reached underneath to play with Oscar's balls, taking both into one hand, rolling them around firmly but gently, wanting to tell them to unleash their torrent of goodness he knew was to come. Oscar's chest was started to heave up and down, up and down faster and faster, as he tried his best to pro long his cum. His dick felt like it was enveloped inside a velvet wollen coat, caressed and enjoyed to the max.
Oscar's young balls couldn't keep his torture up for much longer and Frank felt the youngster's cock jumping and getting hotter as he yet again glided his tongue over Oscar's length. Oscar arched his back and started to feel that tingling sensation inside his young balls, as he grabbed Frank's hair and pressed it firmly down on his crotch.
"Ohhhhh fuck...oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...gonna fucking cummmm..." Oscar moaned desperately and his balls couldn't hold it any more. Oscar blasted his sweet, young, white protein directly inside of Frank Lampard's mouth. Oh, the slippery and creamy flavour of young sperm! Frank tried his best to gobble up everything he could get his mouth on, but Good Lord, there was just too much of that Brazilian cream produced. He swallowed for the last time, licking his lips to fully savour the taste and essence that was Oscar. After the thick substance had finally gone down to his stomach, Frank grabbed Oscar and layed another passionate kiss on him. It was so gentle and caring that Oscar thought he might pass out before another great idea crossed his mind.
"We got a few more minutes...please Frank...fuck the shit out of me!" he pleaded to the georgeous England midfielder. Frank's cock, which was at breaking point already, just shot up to red fucking alert as he faced the prospect of fucking the no doubt tight ass of Oscar. The latter ran his hands through his water drenched hair, making stick upwards in a very sexy, devilish manner. Quickly they turned the shower off and Oscar led the way to the benches that was stacked in the middle of the lockerroom. The Chelsea handsome Lampard turned around, while facing the georgeous Chelsea midfielder and kneeled down on his knees with his hands stretched out infront of him...a facinating sight for any gay man out there.
"Fuck me, Frank. Fuck me NOW!" Oscar pleaded, for fuck's sake, his ass has been tingling for over four months since he and Eden Hazard last had a fuck. Frank made sure he had some soap to glide over his hands, making them nice and slick. He then applied it towards his aching, and by now bursting circumsized 8 incher, standing loud and proud just waiting for Oscar's ass. That same stiff cock lead the way as Frank positioned himself behind Oscar and slowly plaed his cockhead at the entrance of his glimmering wet ass. With a slow sigh, he gently pressed and pushed his way in.
"MMMMM yeah....muito obrigado" Oscar whispered in Portuguese as his hole was completely penetrated by Frank's long cock. It took a while for the pain to subside, but Frank was very gentle with his teammate. He caressed the younger man's back before lightly started to thrust in and out of the tight ass that he had his cock buried in. Lampard then really started to plunge his dick inside the 21 year old's ass, holding onto Oscar's sides and grunting with every stroke. Lampard's balls continued to slap against Oscar's bum, with the vigor in which he fucked him. Oscar started to toss his prick off, as his ass was being used at will. Frank was positively raping Oscar with his steel hard cock until he pulled Oscar upwards towards him.
"Im gonna fucking cum..."
Frank Lampard threw Oscar back onto to the bench and really started to fuck in and out of his ass. His prick was a lightning blur as he fucked Oscar good and proper. He smalled the cock into the warm orifice over and over, his hard stick raging inside his ass. Oscar screamed out in utter exstacy as his insides was flooded with Lampard's virile, slimy sperms. Frank's pumped his cock as deep in Oscar's leaking ass as far as it would go, before falling on top of Oscar in his exhausted frame, breathing in and out deeply. That also did it for Oscar the second time round, as his intence wanking of his dick came to a shattering climax, his white, thick cum splashing over his hand and the lockerroom floor. Lampard then leaned underneath Oscar and collected some of the Brazilian's cum, licking it off his fingers, tasting the sweet young goodness. He then kissed Oscar's still wet hair before pulling his spent, cummy dick out of the latter.
"Now win us the title with your fucking crazy random goals...and I'll let you and your skinny dick fuck me and John...how's that for motivation," he said, wiping his hands over his sexy stomach.
Meanwhile back in Madrid, the one and only David Beckham grabbed a glass of champaigne and drained it before grabbing another one. He wanted to get back to the hotelroom as soon as possible. He had put in a momentous shift for charity tonight and he was tired as fuck. He didn't really wanna attend this freak show, but as former captain of England and Real Madrid CF player he didn't really have a choice. Pretty soon the speeches started and Beckham decided to switch off. His eyes were wandering around the room, and he saw all the fit, young bodies of his former fellow teammates. Not that there was a lot of them left...Yes, David Beckham was one horny bloke at that moment. He had not had any sort of gay sexual activity in six months, since he and his good friend and respected footballer Lionel Messi decided to fuck the cum out of eachother. Beckham's ass muscles clenched as he remembered the apparantly humble Leo Messi's young, 25 year old dick stretching his hole and eventually feeling the young handsome footy genius's warm white Argentinian cum spilling into him rectum. David didn't need to look downwards to know that he had a rock hard cock right at that moment.
His eyes cast over Xabi Alonso, the fucking beautiful little former Liverpool fucker, with whom he already had some fun while he was injured in some years prior. He remembered his cum spurting at the back of Alonso's throat as the sexy footy player swallowed his cum, while he ran his fingers through his hair. Beckham rested his eyes on Cristiano Ronaldo for a moment, knowing what lied beneath those suit and tux that he was wearing. His golden chest on top of Beckham, thrusting his fat 8 inch dick in and out of his well used ass until he blasted his sperm into him. Fucking hell, David Beckham needed SEX tonight!
Gareth Bale on the other hand, knew that he would be driving home alone to his wife that very same evening, as she was unable to attend. He was horny himself, as he hadn't had any sex since the day started. He made some small talk with his former Spurs teammates Hugo Lloris and Rafael van der Vaart before saying good night to everyone and heading back to his hotelroom to pack his bags. Just as he was about to leave the function, he was approach by Carlo Ancelotti, the coach of Real Madrid.
"Gareth, wait! I know you're wanting to get home, but all the roads have been roads due to the danger of the thunderstorms and the heavy amount of snow coming down. Apparantly its too much of a risk for any flights from any company to fly out of the capital and they really don't suggest anyone drive out there tonight.
"You are not serious! Damn, I miss my wife and kid so much...okay I guess I understand. Thanks Boss, I'll phone her right now" Gareth said before storming off to his hotelroom. He was in such a hurry because he thought his wife may be worried about him that he did simply not look where he was going as he walked straight, smack bang into David Beckham. Bale was walking at such a speed that both himself and Beckham fell onto the floor.
"Shit mate, watch where you're going!" David said after he quickly jumped up to his feet. He stretched out his hand and Gareth took hold of his as David helped him up. Beckham looked into the eyes of Gareth Bale...and not for the first time, he saw the beautiful younger man up close. At 24 and despite moving to Madrid, Bale had lost NONE of his georgous face, his body was athletic, firm, he was fit as fuck, his black hair was gelled back, showing off that beautiful, sexy exterior...even more Beckham could see the little hairs that stood upwards against his neck. Beckham was already horny from checking out his teammates the entire evening, and Bale was no exception. Gareth pulled his hand out of David's and thanked him before walking off.
David stood there stunned, for the first time in a while not knowing what to do next. He fucking WANTED Bale and he WANTED him right fucking now!! His 8 inch monster was rock hard from looking at that beautiful man. David walked up to his hotelroom, but before his entered he leaned his back against wall. He always knew Bale was hot but FUCK...but would he wanna do anything with him? Beckham knew he himself was hot (duh), he had six pack abs and a ripped tatoeed chest to boot, but he was pretty sure Gareth wasn't gay or ever did any stuff with another guy. Well...there was only one way to find out...David thought before straighting himself and walking down to the reception area. There was a young guy behind the desk talking onto the phone. As he saw David appoaching, he said goodbye and placed it down.
"Evening mate, I was wondering if you could tell me the room number of Mr Gareth Bale?" David asked, already noticing the glimmer and admiration in the eyes of the young man before him.
"I'm...I'm sorry Sir, but I cannot disclose that information. The management was real strict about that."
David expected this, but suspecting this young man might be gay, he decided to chance it. He can always deny it later on if it should backfire. I mean, who the hell will believe David Beckham was came onto a male concierge? He leaned over the desk and looked the young guy straight in the eye.
"I understand that...but I think me and you could come to some kind of agreement..."
The young man, even in his broken English, knew exactly what David Beckham meant. How many evening he had jerked off his small cock thinking about the former Manchester United and England captain. His face reddened by the second as David's face came closer and closer. David smiled before he spoke again.
"I bet you wanna see me six pack, don't you?"
That was it. The young man stood up behind his desk and opened the office door. David quickly followed and closed the door behind them, before he took off his jacket. David then went on to unbutton his white collar shirt that he was wearing, until inch by inch of his sexy athletic body was showing to the young man. Slowly but surely the latter came closer to David and nervously placed his right hand onto Beckham's strong stomach. He breathed in and allowed his hand to travel down Goldenballs's pecks, feeling the ridges and hard stomach muscles underneath. David leaned close to the young man and whispered in his ear...
"Mr Bale's room number please...?
"24 A" the young man blurted out as his hand travelled over Beckham's shoulders, feeling the hard flesh and the clean smell that was David Beckham. The latter got what he wanted from his prey, and he quickly shoved the man's hands from his body, before dressing quickly and dashing out of the office to the lift, and pushing the number 24. The first part was done, now time to enjoy himself.
Gareth was just busying switching the channels on the television to the highlights of the Barcelona game from earlier tonight. He wanted to see of that ball had indeed crossed the line before Pique had cleared it. That would have meant it was 1-1 and anything could have happened. Just as he threw his body on top of the waterbed, he heard a faint knock on the door. Weird...I didn't order room service, he thought. He wanted to ignore it and focus of the game, but there was a second knock. Most irritated, Gareth stood up, unlocked the door and pulled it open.
"Hey mate, fancy some company?" David asked, and entered without waiting for an answer. Gareth turned around to look at David with confusion etched on his georgeous face.
"David, what the hell are you doing here?" he asked, not bothering to close the door behind him.
"Well I heard that all flights out of the capital was cancelled, and that means me and you are stuck me for tonight, so I thought me and you could have a little...fun"
Gareth's eyes narrowed at the hearing of this. He had heard stories of David Beckham while he was living in England playing for Man United that he didn't want to believe. He respected David too much as a footballer to believe everything he heard, but...now this??
"What did you have in mind?" Gareth asked, this time lowering his voice just a tad.
David walked over to Gareth. He looked him straight in the eyes. Bale gasped as Beckham placed his hand on his clothed, flaccid cock, over sensitive at not being used on over a day. Gareth took some deep breaths before placing his hands on Beckham's shoulders.
"David, please stop, please this is not right, my friend. We're both married, we have kids, we...AHHH" Gareth was stopped mid sentence as David leaned in and started kissing his neck softly. He never had done anything with another guy before, but how could something so "wrong" see so right? Gently he pushed David away.
"I'm sorry, David. I respect you, but I'm not gay. Please leave."
David walked backwards into the room and once more started to undress. It took less time this because he hadn't bothered to fully button his shirt after earlier with the young man. Gareth Bale watched in awe as the chest of David Beckham came into full view. Now Gareth was not gay, but he sure as hell respected Beckham's body. Good Lord, it was perfect. 6 scuplted pecks placed over his stomach, with just the lightest of body hair dashed over those muscles. Gareth didn't quite know what had hit him.
"No one needs to know Gareth," David said in his sexy London accent. "Its just two friends helping eachother out. Nothing more. I wanna see that hot body of yours. I wanna feel my pulsating cock in your ass. I wanna see the look on your face when I cum in you. Come on, Bale. It won't kill you."
As if in a dream, Gareth saw David coming closer to him again, this time grabbing his shirt and started to unbutton it one by one. When he came to the last button, he allowed it loose, and ever so slowly, he opened the shirt. David moaned slightly seeing the still ripped stomach of Gareth Bale standing before him. He leaned downwards with his head and kissed the Welshman's neck. Finally there was a responce from the former Tottenham Hotspur star, as he mumbled something in his native Welsh before pulling David's head to his own. Without so much as a warning, Gareth smashed his lips onto the latter's. David was shocked that this supposedly straight footballer was kissing the living crap out of him, but fuckin hell, he wasn't about to complain. He deepend the already desperate kiss when he reached up and ran his hands over Gareth's upper back and shoulders, and by doing so, completely removing the latter's shirt.
Gareth had never before in all his years of fucking women, felt so horny and so needy to devour what was in front of him. Feeling his own ripped chest against the equally build chest of David Beckham nearly drove him over the edge. There was just something else about knowing it was another bloke, that made it so forbidden, but more exciting. It was David who released Gareth, caressing his georgeous face. The passion and lust for eachother had taken over, as Gareth's wife was the last thing on his mind right now.
David pushed Gareth over to the bed, and pushed him down violently, leaving the bed to bounce under Bale's weight. He took the time to once more take in the wanktastic image of Gareth Bale, shirtless on the bed, his pecs and smooth stomach showing off better. But David though, had other ideas. He reached down with both his hands and placed them on the waistband of Bale's trousers. He felt the older man shudder a bit, and therefore leaned over his body for yet another kiss, this time pushing his tongue, asking, demanding entry into Gareth's mouth, who in turn, allowed him to do so. Gareth gasped when he felt David's warm hands caressing his body all the way from his trousers to his upper chest, feeling the strong, sexy, muscled ridges one more time.
David then reluctantly pulled away, and gently reached for the buckle of Gareth's belt, loosening it before pulling the zipper down completely, and removing the trousers. Seeing Bale lying before him with just his Calvin Klein boxers on almost made Beckham cum and fast. He swallowed before reaching for the waistband once more and slippled those tight boxers off.
It was indeed a rare sight to behold. Gareth's rock as fuck hard dick was pointing straight towards the sky, with a slight curve to the right. It was a beauty of a male organ, as David quickly estimated a size of about 8.5 inches.
"You know what to do, my friend."
That was the first words spoken by Bale since the kiss at the door. While the latter held his cock into position, David Beckham quickly took off his own trousers and underwear, leaving his 8 inch cock dangling ever so dangerous in the air and in anticipation. Soon Beckham couldn't stand the sexual tension any longer and his leaned down onto the bed, placing his entire naked body on top of Bale's. He was breathless as Gareth this time pulled him into another rough and manly kiss, forcing his tongue deep into the former England captain's mouth.
Wanting more, Beckham pulled away, as he dived onto Gareth's nipples, taking careful turns with each of them, lightly sucking on them both, eventually leading to biting on the nipple as he continued to pleasure the Welsh captain, who in turn ran his hands through David's soft hair, letting him know he was greatful for what he was doing. David, inch by inch was making love with Gareth's abs, his sides, his flesh, fuck everywhere he could lick and taste more of the sexy Bale's skin. That was until he felt something hard, needy and warm poking his own stomach. Beckham made himself confortable on his knees infront of Bale, admiring the impressive prick before him.
Beckham dived onto Gareth's hard cock, starting at the base and slowly making his way upwards to the head, tracing the the lines of the thick veins as he went along. His tongue then began to lap at the pre cum that was positively pouring from the cock and allowed his tongue to brush over Bale's bulbous cockhead, so much so that the older man thrusted his body upwards and his cock straight down Beckham's throat! Not that he minded LOL. He buried his face in the thick bush of pubic hair before he allowed his mouth to travel back up Gareth's throbbing dick. His lips and tongue were travelling all over the cock, kissing, licking and swallowing any juices that he was given.
"Fuck David, why are you so good at this? This must be so wrong!" Bale moaned as his prick was being caressed and pleasured like never before. David took Gareth's dick to the hilt for the final time and held it in his very stretched throat, applying suction ever so slowly upwards as Bale screamed his lungs out at this motion. Gareth felt his body stiffen and his sperm filled balls drawed up close to his groin. Beckham, sencing this, took the cock out of his mouth and started to jack Bale's dick off at a furious pace. It was futile trying to hang on.
A fountain of cum spurted from Gareth's dick and into Beckham's face. He dove onto the pouring cock sucking what was left for Gareth to give. While David sucked all that fresh protein goodness, he caressed Bale's sexy stomach, calming his down. Beckham, once he had swallowed every precious droplet, took his mouth off Gareth's cock, allowing the red organ to fall across Bale lower stomach, with its owner breathing in and out at a vicious pace. David wiped the excess sperm on his face off and reached down to give his own 8 incher a toss or two before coating the hard organ with Bale's babymakers. He then stood up, holding his thick prick ready infront of him.
"You ready for this, Gareth? You're ready for my prick to fuck you hard? They don't call me Goldenballs for nothing, mate" David asked, his ripped chest heaving in anticipation of fucking this beautiful man.
Bale didn't even have the strength to object to being fucked for the very first time. He was way over that. He simply couldn't stop himself, he wanted to feel that David's dick would feel like in his ass. He nodded slowly and Beckham smiled. The latter placed his cockhead to Gareth's hole. It surprisingly gave way very easy with limited resistance, and without meaning to, he slammed his 8 incher into the older man.
"Holy fuck!" Gareth screamed, his entire body feeling like it was on fire. David Beckham leaned over, feeling sorry for Gareth, and held his head still, placing his lips on the older man's but unlike the previous kiss, it was passionate and tender. Beckham remembered how fucking sore his ass was after Gary Neville fucked him for the first time, so he knew what Gareth was going through. He caressed Bale's black, sweaty hair as they kissed, and even though the latter's ass still strung like a real motherfucker, it was getting better with each thrust Beckham gave him. Beckham felt his cock sliding around the Welsh beauty's tightish ass, as he moved his dick gently in and out of the warm canal. He began thrusting hard and big movements of his hips, leaving his ripped sick ack abs throroughly exposed and clear for Bale to see.
It was indeed a treat, the sweat dripping off that beautiful Beckham body. All to soon Beckham felt the tingling in his balls and started fucking Gareth even faster, the sweat dripping from his hair and onto Gareth's chest. Beckham leaned down and licked his own sweat off Bale, not stopping there, as he licked his way upwards to the older man's neck, making sure that he left a hickey that would remind Gareth of this night for quite a long time. Gareth grabbed Beckham's back and pulled it even more towards him, and Beckham found himself balls deep into Bale. His hips thrusted and pushed into his lover more and more until Beckham whispered in Gareth's ear...
"Im gonna fucking cum, mate."
Bale moaned, grabbed David's blond hair and held on like his life depended on it. Beckham gave a few final thusts before he closed his eyes and buried his face into Bale's neck as he fired his thick, white, BECKHAM BALLJUICE into the ass of his lover. Bale held Beckham's hair to his chest, kissing the older man over and over until it was done and dusted. Beckham simply collapsed his body onto Bale's, suddenly feeling cold all over. Gently, Bale pulled his body from Beckham's, in the process pulling David's leaking dick from his well used ass. He pulled the duvet from the bed over both of them as before he felt David's arms hugging him from behind, feeling David's hands wander all over his chest and lower abdomen. Gareth placed his head on the pillow and not within 30 seconds, they both fell asleep, utterly spent and exhausted.
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