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Formula Football 3.1: Merc'd
"What you sayin' bruv?" Phil Foden asked, approaching Mercedes driver Lewis Hamilton in a busy Monaco paddock. "Hey bro, how's it going?" Lewis beamed, the seven-time world champion embracing the Manchester City midfielder with a handshake that turned into a semi-hug. Both men were in awe of the man they were currently holding; Lewis holding a young superstar with multiple Premier League winners' medals to his name at just 23 years old and Phil had finally come face to face with the GOAT and 7-time F1 world champion Sir Lewis Hamilton. "Good luck for the race mate." Phil smiled, shooting Lewis a wink as he did so. "Thanks man. Enjoy the race" Lewis replied thinking [did Phil Foden just WINK at me?]
The race was another Monaco Grand Prix to forget for Lewis, unable to make much progress in the traffic of the narrow streets he was only able to finish in 4th place although he did drive the fastest lap. Depressingly, Lewis had realised this wasn't going to be his year, Max Verstappen and Red Bull looked unbeatable. Making his way through the paddock the Mercedes driver briefly stopped for quick photos as he hurried back to Roscoe for some canine comforting.
"Sir Lew, unlucky today bro." A familiar voice called as he walked past a group of lads. "Hey guys, you alright? Thanks." Lewis replied, stopping to see who had called him. Phil was standing with Mason Mount who waved timidly. "Yeah bro, that was a crazy finish but a shame about you innit." Phil replied. "Yeah, you win some, you lose some." Lewis nodded agreeably. "What are you up to now?" Phil asked boldly. "Heading back for a quick shower then I'll be out at the party, are you going to one?" Lewis smiled. "Yeah 100%, bro, can we see your motorhome and meet Roscoe?" Phil continued. "Err, yeah I guess you can." Lewis beamed.
The footballers pursued Lewis back to his motorhome, Phil watching the swing of Lewis' sexy hips in his tight black racing overalls hungrily. Lewis led the pair inside the Mercedes motorhome calling for Roscoe as soon as they were inside. The adorable English bulldog came to greet them, stopping first to give Lewis a moment of affection before inspecting the two young footballers. "Oh my God he's the cutest thing ever!" Mason squeaked, leaning down to pet Roscoe along with Phil. "Haha, yeah he's more popular than I am." Lewis chuckled proudly.
Roscoe panted happily, delighted by the attention Mason and Phil were showing him. While the footballers fawned over Roscoe, Lewis had stepped into the other room to find some clothes to change into. "Oh wow, sick artwork man!" Mason beamed watching Lewis as the Mercedes driver opened his overalls to reveal his muscular chest. "Haha, your tats are Mickey Mouse in comparison, Mase." Phil teased, peering around to see them for himself. "Least I'm man enough to have a big one, or are you waiting for a champions League tattoo like mine?" Mason retorted cheekily. "Prick." Phil spat bitterly at Mason, "Call me when you win 3 Prems." He finished, "Pfft, no one cares!" Mason giggled. "He's right, you know." Lewis interjected on behalf of Mason. "Bastard!!!" Phil snapped, frowning at Lewis. The Chelsea star hopped to his feet and ran over to Lewis, throwing his arms around the 7-time world champion, "GOAT, GOAT, GOAT, GOAT, GOAT!!!" He cried happily. "Poofs." Phil cursed dismissively. "Errr...." Lewis started, "He's just playing." Mason jumped in reassuringly.
[This hug is going on a bit] Lewis thought to himself realising that Mason was still attached to him 10 seconds later. Finally, Mason detached himself and smiled back at Lewis. [Fuck me this kid's cute!] Lewis acknowledged, looking at the gentle features of Mason's pretty face. "Which party did you guys want to go to?" Lewis started, diverting attention away from the building sexual tension. "Whichever one you're at GOAT." Phil replied quickly. [Not helping!] Lewis screamed inside, looking down at Phil while considering his proposal. "Yeah, you'll get in no problem." Lewis nodded, stepping out of his overalls and the remainder of his base layers leaving him in just a pair of black Tommy Hilfiger boxers and socks.
Lewis was used to being the centre of attention, but this was usually behind a helmet while sat inside his racing car. Right now, instead of chatting away the two footballers were studying Lewis' body, probably common courtesy between professional athletes, studying the difference between the football and F1 physiques. "Which one(s) hurt the most?" Phil asked. "Ha, I don't know, maybe the wings." Lewis replied, turning to show Phil his back. "Yeah wicked, that had to hurt!" Phil smiled, his cock hardening at the sight of Lewis' firm arse in his tight boxers.
"You smell good, what aftershave are you wearing?" Mason asked. [Uh ohhh, I smell like sweat, that's a move!] Lewis laughed inside. "Hugo Boss." He replied softly. "Mase, you're such a perv." Phil grumbled. "Fuck off Phil." Mason giggled. "Haha, it's cool." Lewis smiled, it had been more than a minute since he'd removed his clothes and he'd been standing there in just his boxers, Lewis was clearly begging for the attention just as much as Mason was willing to give it. [Go on Mase!] Phil cheered secretly as the Chelsea star moved towards Lewis again, "Do you have much tension after a race?" Mason asked with a glint in his eye. "Ok, ok, what are you trying to pull?" Lewis laughed looking from Mason to Phil and back. "Just you." Mason replied honestly with Phil watching on unmoved.
Lewis' ears burned with embarrassment, "I'm, err, flattered. I'm not sure we have time before the party though." He explained. Mason stepped into Lewis and took the opportunity to give the 38-year-old a gentle kiss. "So how long have we got?" Phil asked, suddenly springing up from the ground and approaching the pair. Lewis was at a loss; he could only shrug as the advancing footballers edged him back towards his bedroom and onto his bed.
Two attractive, young, white footballers advanced on the older black sporting legend. Lewis fell helplessly back onto his bed, followed by Mason and then Phil. The Chelsea star continued to kiss Lewis, firmly feeding the Mercedes driver his talented tongue while Phil began to strip himself down, kicking off his shorts and then his t-shirt. Once Phil had undressed himself, kneeling proudly with his uncut 7.5-inch boner pointing out ahead of him, the City star then undressed Mason's lower half. The Pompey lad followed Phil's guidance, lifting his hips and knees to allow the Northerner to unsheathe his uncut 7-inch boner, before stretching out his arms to allow his shirt to slide off over his arms.
Mason felt something cover over his perfect hair and pulled back from Lewis in surprise. Looking up, the Pompey lad realised Phil had picked up two of Lewis' Mercedes snapbacks, wearing a purple one himself and placing a blue one on Mason's crown. "Oh, help yourself." Lewis laughed looking up at Phil who just grinned back at him, telling Lewis he knew he was currently pushing many boundaries and right now it was up to Lewis to say stop.
"You take the bottom half." Phil instructed Mason who shuffled down the racer post-haste. The Chelsea midfielder hooked his fingers around Lewis' waistband and tugged at the racer's boxers. Lewis' hips rose to allow his expensive underwear to slide free and out popped 7.5 inches of hard, uncut, dark meat surrounded in a neatly trimmed base of curly pubes for Mason's hungry eyes to drink in. Lewis definitely hadn't had the chance to shower and the bad boy in Mason loved it. The Mercedes driver had told the media he wasn't one of those drivers who relieved himself in the cockpit, but the taste of fresh urine clung around the 38-year-old's dark foreskin as Mason swallowed it excitedly. The footballer used his tongue to play with Lewis' loose helmet briefly dipping inside the foreskin to enjoy its flavour then descending down the racer's long black shaft until Lewis' fleshy head pressed against the back of his throat. The Chelsea midfielder took hold of his own boner while he sucked and stroked his own meat nicely and slowly in time with his neck as it rolled up and down Lewis' dark meat.
Unlike Mason who loved to worship, Phil took advantage of his controlling position to aim his hard cock at Lewis' lips and kneeling on his left leg, the City midfielder rocked forward giving Lewis no choice but to submit. Those seductive, black lips allowed themselves to be forced apart with one easy movement and Phil was in. Automatically, Phil began to rock, sliding his shaft back and forth within Lewis' lips while the racing GOAT allowed Phil all the access he needed. Gripping the bedhead to aid his balance, the City star began to move freely, watching his white cock piercing Lewis' beautiful black lips.
From his position on Lewis' cock, Mason had an amazing view of Phil's bare arse, nice and tightly clenched as his England teammate guided his cock into the racer's handsome face. The City star's juicy doubles looked stunning, good enough to eat but Lewis' cock was more than worth Mason's time. The Chelsea star could feel Lewis' cock thicken between his lips each time Phil's sexy body rocked forward. Marvelling at Phil's glorious arse, the Northern Lad was so amazing that he could pleasure two men simultaneously. There wasn't the slightest hint of jealousy in the Chelsea star however, between his lips he had a thick black cock which would usually be more than enough to satisfy him but the cock probing his face belonged to one of the greatest racers of all time. Pulling off briefly, Mason held Lewis' shaft at the base and slapped it hard against his cheek to punish himself, spanking several jolts of pleasure through Lewis' hard, black cock.
"Hey Mase. Is that sexy black hole ready for my dick?" Phil called from up front. Begrudgingly, Mason pulled himself back off Lewis' sword and spreading the racer's legs he found what he was looking for. The Mercedes driver's brown ring sat there ready for attention which Mason provided by lifting Lewis' legs slightly and diving headfirst for the gap. The vibration of a groan of satisfaction rumbled up Phil's cock as he dipped his boner into Lewis' face and instinctively the City star turned his head to watch the show. "How's that stanky hole bro?" Phil grinned back at Mason. The Chelsea star couldn't respond verbally so a thumbs up was accompanied by an affirmative noise to let Lewis know he approved as his tongue circled the Mercedes driver's ring.
Mason was aware that time was against him and wasted none of it as he pressed his tongue into the soft dark flesh of Lewis' hole. The racer's body opened to accept Mason's tongue without fuss, parting to give the footballer all the access he could manage. Mason appreciated the perfect sculpting of Lewis entrance following neatly trimmed, short brown hairs inside the racer's sexy arse and pressing them against his face. As the footballer wormed deep inside the Mercedes driver as he could reach, Mason felt on top of the world lapping up the taste of his racing idol. Lewis' flesh was deliciously gamey after spending the last two hours driving the tight streets of Monte Carlo and Mason couldn't get enough.
Without fail Lewis found Phil's crotch every time he pushed his face forward. The smooth creamy flesh of Phil's pelvis smelt heavenly as it filled Lewis' nostrils. The footballer had taken great care of his pubic region, trimming his brown pubes into a neat coat for the base of his cock and those heavy looking, scally balls. As he sucked, however, Lewis thought to himself that Phil's manscaping had been to showcase his beautiful 7.5-inch cock. The sexy Northerner tasted delicious, and every time Lewis' lips reversed to the tip of Phil's amazing cock, the racer returned it as quickly as he could to choke himself on that sexy scally goodness. The footballer's length was truly perfect, allowing Lewis to pull back just far enough so that his brown eyes could glance up at Phil's cheeky face looking down at him handsomely with that purple snapback making him look even ruder. Add Mason digging his tongue so deep up inside Lewis, the racer decided that he may not have won the race, but he definitely won the weekend.
Phil looked back along Lewis' body and realised he couldn't miss this opportunity. The racer was built from perfection with every inch of his smooth, dark skin radiating sexual magnetism, which Phil's eyes ate happily. Beyond those beautiful, black pecs and those rigid griddles stood a beautiful boner, resting against Lewis' abs and begging for more attention. "Mase, you go first." The little scally instructed as his hole twitched with anticipation.
Mason hopped up from Lewis' dank hole and immediately pressed his raging head against the 7-time champion moistened entrance. The Chelsea star had no idea what Phil had planned but suddenly it was all making sense. As Mason pressed his tip against Lewis' hole, Phil withdrew his cock from the racer's lips and moved into a position where he could bend down to suck Lewis' cock while presenting Mason with his fine arse. The Chelsea midfielder used one hand to hold his cock steady and the other to guide Phil's arse towards his lips. Pointing out his tongue, Mason pushed himself into the gap of Phil's clean-shaven hole and licked the City scally from the base to the roof of his glorious entrance.
Simultaneously, pressure of Mason's cock pierced Lewis' ring forcing his bare white meat into the bottom's hole causing Lewis some pain and so much more pleasure just as Phil's cute, pink lips slid down his dark shaft doubling the arousal for the Mercedes driver. The words from Lewis were inaudible but clearly, they were happy. Mason could tell the experienced bottom was pushing his hole out to maximise compliance and the ease at which their bodies joined as one. The Chelsea star wasn't the only one using two hands. Lewis reached down and found Mason's thigh, pulling the meaty white muscle in towards him, slowly adding more of the footballer's cock to his tight chute while his left hand resting on top of Phil's cap, pushing the youngster down onto his cock.
The firm palm pressing Phil's head down onto Lewis' hard cock was appreciated but somewhat unnecessary. The City star was living his dream and made it a point to prove to Lewis that he could in fact, give a toe-curling blow job. Phil's tongue pressed nice and tight up against Lewis' hard shaft, slathering the racer's thick meat with as much saliva as he could administer which would soon benefit them both. Like Mason had done before him, Phil appreciated the fragrant smell of Lewis' sweaty pubes, drinking in the racer's scent each time his nose dipped into those neat, black curls. Mason's tongue worked at Phil's sensitive opening for a few seconds longer before the City star decided that his hungry hole needed its dinner.
A simple forward movement disengaged Phil from Mason's tongue and rolled him away from Lewis' cock. The young scally took full advantage of his current wetness and hopping into position with his thick, creamy legs spread nice and wide, the bottom crouched over the racer's waiting boner. Eyeballing Lewis while his left hand found the Mercedes driver's cock, Phil placed the racer's tip against his ring then, with one determined downward motion, Phil united his body with Lewis' by allowing the raging hard log to slide straight up inside him until his smooth, peachy cheeks rested on Lewis' stomach.
A pair of malevolent smiles looked down on Lewis' helpless body. This moment in his life was beyond perfect with Phil's tight body surrounding his big black cock and Mason's hard, white cock entering his own toned body. Phil could see what they were doing to Lewis and the footballers were not finished yet. "Kiss me Mase." Phil grinned, turning his head to the side but keeping an eye on Lewis as he did so. The Chelsea star leaned forward but continued to stroke his cock back and forth inside the sexy bottom while his lips found Phil's and kissed them tenderly while the City star pulled his body up and down Lewis' throbbing cock.
Pointing directly up towards the ceiling, Phil's 7.5-inch cock looked so good as he used his thick legs to slide him along Lewis' hard cock. The Mercedes driver could see the care in Phil's movements, making sure to move directly up and down in order to keep himself steady for Mason's kiss whilst giving Lewis' cock maximum friction as he moved. Lowering his eyes a little further to the point where their bodies met, Lewis had the amazing view of Phil's hole slide up to the top of his uncut cock then descending straight back down to swallow it whole giving the bottom a brief rest on Lewis' stomach before climbing to summit of his bare black cock once more.
The two footballers ate hungrily at each other's faces as they usually did. Mason could feel the strength of Phil's suction practically draining his mouth of all flavour. The Pompey lad loved Phil's passion, encouraging him to drive his cock deeper and harder into Lewis's sexy, dark body beneath them. At the other end of the bed Lewis audibly enjoyed the fruits of Phil's enthusiasm, grunting and groaning with arousal as the two white boys worked his pole and his hole with excellence and precision.
"Say when you're getting closer yeah, and we'll swap." Phil beamed down at Lewis. [Holy fuck that's hot.] Lewis beamed, nodding in agreement. As an Arsenal fan, Lewis was used to Chelsea and City fucking his boys up on the pitch but this time he couldn't get mad. No, right now the racing veteran had two horny, attractive and athletic young white boys pleasuring his body, treating him to a memory that would live long in his own horny mind.
Phil had rocked forward and now leaned on Lewis' chest as he levered his muscular little body along the black man's hard pole. The City star's bulky shoulders were a surprising sight for someone so slender and compact. Watching the way they tensed to push his smooth, pale frame to the top of Lewis' bare black cock felt incredible. That's when it occurred to Lewis, soon that sexy, bulky frame would be in Mason's position, piling his sensitive body with that rock hard love muscle currently waving invitingly before his very eyes.
Enjoying his current position most of the trio, Mason's eyes drank in the sight of Lewis' beautiful brown legs being split by his probing, pale. Lewis' strong muscles tensed, bracing for each shot as the Chelsea midfielder rocked forward to fill their owner with his hard cock. Like the rest of Lewis, the racer's legs were decorated with tattoos, something noted by Mason who himself had begun to indulge himself in some body art. To make the image even hotter, his sexy, pale England teammate Phil gave a beautiful colour contrast while the muscle tone of his body also impressed. From behind, as Mason pushed his cock into Lewis' body, the Chelsea star was then treated to sight of Phil's muscular glutes tensing nice and hard to push himself up the Mercedes driver's beautiful black cock, a move which added extra mass to the folds of Phil's peach, perfect arse.
"Time." Mason grunted, throwing his crotch into Lewis' hole and pinning it there for a few seconds then slowly reversing. Continuing as though he was ignoring the Chelsea star, Phil continued to fuck himself with Lewis' sexy black cock for 30 seconds longer. Using a hand on the racer's chest, Phil moved up a gear. The City star's meaty thighs propelled his muscular body up only for it to fall hard down into Lewis' lap again, impaling all 7.5 inches of the Mercedes driver's meat up inside Phil's tight cavity. "Fuck!!!" Lewis whined, the weight of Phil's body forcing the air from his lungs before Phil finally bounced up so high, the top's cock popped free, smacking against his rock-hard abs.
The two footballers swapped positions while Lewis lay there watching them like a slutty king. Watching Mason climb up to straddle him was a particular treat. The skinny Chelsea midfielder just had a perfect fuckable look about him. Although he'd added muscle mass in the last few years, he still didn't quite have the same physical presence of Phil who while shorter had a very sexy, compact muscularity to his body. Mason's lightly haired thighs looked amazing as they spread nicely, the opening lowering itself excitingly towards his throbbing head...and "Fuckkk yeah!!!" Lewis sighed as Mason's tight hole had no complaints, slipping around the racer's throbbing head. Lewis' eyes flashed up from Mason's sexy hole and up the bottom's beautiful face which looked alluringly perfect. Eyes shut tight and his dimples tensed for one hungry gulp, Mason's slutty hole swallowed Lewis' hard black dick while the scally lad shuddered with happiness as the rubbing friction swept through his body as a wave of pure pleasure.
Watching Mason's skinny legs in motion as they slid the Chelsea midfielder's slender body along his hard black boner felt incredible but as with Phil's hole before, Lewis couldn't stay focused on the sexiness of the bottom for long. 7.5 inches of hard white meat pressed at his entrance, pushing hard against his weakened doorway and after initially dissenting, the second push found Lewis' soft spot allowing Phil to slide 6 inches deep inside the racer with no further obstruction. "Ahhhh." Lewis sighed in a pitch slightly higher than expected as Phil's cock filled the void created by Mason's sexy cock.
Taking a firm grip of Lewis' dark thigh, Phil narrowed his eyes on the bare, brown hole in front of him and threw his crotch forward nice and deep. "Oh mannnn." Lewis whined from the other side of Mason's bouncing body. Following Mason's first assault on Lewis' hole, the racer felt nice and loose for Phil to drive into and the City scally was only too happy to take full advantage. "Fuck yeahhh, you sexy fucker." Phil responded as he found his rhythm and immediately began to slide from head to hilt within Lewis' loosened hole. Added to Lewis' moaning the sound of an increasingly aggressive top verbally abusing his bottom and the sound of his crotch physically abusing his bottom, the sexual noise escalated.
Grunting and groaning with desire, Lewis realised how the two boys seemed to be even better suited in their current positions than before. Mason looked and felt good as a top while Phil rode well as any bottom but now that they had swapped, the footballers seemed as though they had found their true comfort zone. Neither missed an inch as they fucked Lewis; Mason's pale ring climbing to the neck of Lewis' solid, black 7.5-inch cock and waiting less than a second before it dropped down again to swallow the black racer's thick, bare shaft while Phil used the gap Mason had created in Lewis' hole to drill the racer hard, smashing his pale crotch against the Mercedes driver's firm dark arse cheeks with every thrust.
The look on Mason's face was one Lewis recognised instantly, as the cute bottom used Lewis' hard dick to induce his impending orgasm. The Chelsea star left nothing to chance using every inch of Lewis' 7.5-inch mast to stimulate his insides. The truth for Lewis was that Mason's amazing little arse was the perfect home for his throbbing cock and to show his appreciation, the Mercedes driver caught Mason's bobbing cock and held it tight as the bottom bounced determinedly.
"Ahhh fuck!" Mason groaned, unable to resist Lewis' advances. Phil knew that groan and took a hand away from Lewis' hips to take hold of Mason's neck, tilting it sideways and sucking at the Pompey lad's smooth skin. Whining repeatedly as he bounced, Mason made sure both men knew how much pleasure they were filling him with. The grip of Lewis' fist had him enclosed in ecstasy as it rolled his foreskin over his precum slackened, pink head. "Look at it, he loves it!" Phil exclaimed, pulling away from Mason's sexy neck for a second to fully appreciate the view of his throbbing cock.
The look on Mason's face was a look of happiness that was painfully good as his mouth hung down as if he were about to cry. The Chelsea star continued to ride the racer, enjoying the throb of Lewis' raw cock within his hole. A wave of tensing swept through the muscles of Mason's athletic body, most evident when Lewis' eyes studied the Champions' League tattoo on the bottom's side. From Mason's body language, his orgasm was imminent, and Lewis' locked onto the Chelsea star's swollen head. Lewis' wider vision appreciated Mason's cute thighs pushing the slender footballer back up his cock then dropping him back down into Lewis' lap to fill his sexy body with all 7.5 inches of the racer's angry, black boner. The squeeze of Lewis' tight fist around his pulsing shaft and the suction of Phil's lips around his sensitive neck were too much stimulation combined for any young man to resist and with a final grunt, Mason released his aching balls all over the sexy racer.
The fireworks began to fly, forced out of Mason's horny boy by the jab of Lewis' cock poking at his prostate. The racer's boner brought Mason infinite joy, unloading his nuts in a rocket out across the black boy's beautiful body. Mason's eyes narrowed on Lewis' intricately decorated torso, watching his translucent cum glaze the racer in a coat of bright, pearly seed. The bottom persevered with his bouncing, fucking himself on Lewis' moreish cock while his uncut cock squirted his load across the champion racer.
"Good boy Masey, blow that load." Phil growled, ramming his horny cock into Lewis' hole with extra force. "Oh shit!!!" Lewis groaned in reaction to Phil's scally crotch pounding his used arse. The City star's bare cock thudded against his sphincter, thickening his hard cock which Mason's convulsing arse hole squeezed so tight while the Chelsea star bounced. "Ahhh shitttt, yeah...I'm gone!!!" Lewis exclaimed. "Shitttt yeahhhhh!" Mason agreed with a broad grin as Lewis' cum squirted up into his chute, glazing his sensitive prostate in a coat of sexy black boy cream, Mason's absolute favourite kind.
[Two out of three!] Phil beamed, giving himself maximum length along Lewis' convulsing ring. The City star could see, hear and feel the pair cumming in front of him and he was becoming increasingly desperate to join them. Phil knew he wouldn't be able to reach his own climax before the other two finished theirs but with Lewis' hole as tight as it could get, there was no better time than now!
While Phil was doing everything he could to reach his orgasm by battering Lewis' bare ring, Mason was focusing all his attention on enjoying those final few embers of his own orgasm. The slender midfielder's pale body bounced with decreasing speed but maximised the depth of every drop, pinning the entirety of Lewis's exploding black cock deep within his hungry bottom belly. "Fucking love your hot cum!" Mason exclaimed, dropping his own cock as it foamed the remainder of his cum out over the sexy racer's stomach.
"Fucking love your sexy hole!" Lewis replied as Mason's slender body continued to bounce, sucking the cum from his exploding shaft. "Oh yes!!!" Lewis agreed as another deep shot from Phils horny crotch piled 7.5 inches of hard white cock into his belly while Mason's skinny belly sank around his own exploding cock to swallow yet another heavy helping of cum. Squeezing his hamstrings down against Lewis' thighs, Mason looked deep into the racer's eyes and rocked back and forth while the remainder of Lewis' seed filled the Chelsea midfielder's hungry chute.
Unlike Mason who had cum less than 48 hours earlier under George's supervision, Lewis hadn't cum in nearly a week. The experienced racer was carrying double Mason's load which now flooded the midfielder's sexy guts as the bottom bounced so willingly along his cock to drink it. The cum swirled around inside the bottom's slutty chute as he bounced with Lewis firing another helping to line Mason's sensitive sphincter. "Fuckkkk, so much cummm." Mason moaned as he sank down onto Lewis' head, drinking another load of the black boy's surging seed.
The bouncing bottom could hear the sound of Lewis' breathing ease slightly as the throbbing cock within stopped filling Mason's chute but continued to pulse with orgasmic aftershocks rippling through the racer's body. "Hmmm, you done sexy goat?" Mason grinned. "Yup." Lewis sighed, that regretful tone that clouded most recently relieved bottoms had, evident in the Mercedes driver's reply. The sexy bottom slid up nice and slowly, allowing Lewis to watch his thick, black log reappear until it popped free and came crashing down against his crotch with a meaty slap, pulsing the last remaining tremors of his orgasm.
Once Mason had popped off Lewis' cock Phil decided he too would disengage, slamming his pale crotch into the racer's firm buttocks then withdrawing. "Yooooo." Lewis sighed as his hole clenched tight, free from any invaders but there was no time to rest as Phil advanced towards him, and pushing Mason alongside Lewis as he moved forward, the City lad's intent was clear, facials for both.
Falling into position alongside Lewis, Mason pressed his hot, sweaty body up against Lewis' and leaned in to kiss the racer's cheek while Lewis watched Phil jerk, his eyes mesmerised by the sexy sight before him. The pocket dynamo Phil Foden looked incredible with a purple Mercedes snapback covering his head as he lined his pale body up in front of Lewis and Mason, those slender shoulders leading the way down a smooth torso, two tight light brown nipples, erect with arousal, a sensational sixpac tensed deliciously around his inny belly button and a bulging pelvic V leading into his hard 7.5-inch cock which Phil stroked vigorously at their handsome faces. The City star's foreskin revealed his raging red bulb as he jerked himself towards his climax. Mason had seen this beautiful sight more times than he could count, but for Lewis it was the first time he'd seen the cheeky scally's raging glory up close and ready to blow.
Two blue eyes scanned the view below him, Mason's cute fluffy brown hair hidden below his blue Mercedes snapback and Lewis' tight black braids below him, their handsome faces watching Phil tug himself to orgasm. Mason's beautiful paleness, Lewis' sexy darkness. "Ahhh fooook!" Phil gasped as his nuts hit release and the City star began to spray the pair with his own batch of creamy, scally champagne. The boys squinted upon hearing Phil's groans reach their crescendo and a second later their faces were officially the target for the City star's shooting load.
The memory of Lewis' hard black cock in his arse and the memory of the Mercedes driver's tight black arse around his cock did the business and with a cry of happiness, Phil officially announced his arrival. Aiming at Mason first, Phil coated the Chelsea midfielder's smooth face with a glaze of thick white cream for Lewis to witness before turning his hose on the sexy black racer. Pushing Mason's head to rest against Lewis', Phil now had the perfect target as the sexy studs turned to kiss each other while the City star painted their faces with his hot spunk. "Fook yeah, fook yeahhh!!!" Phil grunted and growled, watching his raging red head appear from beneath his foreskin to drench the dreamy duo with coat upon coat of his bright, pearly cream.
Reliving the experience of both boys below him, Phil's orgasm ascended to a height of happiness he'd only reached a handful of times in his horny young life. And while the City star had fooled around with Mason several times in the past it was the added excellence of Lewis and the racer's sensational body that made this orgasm one of his best ones yet. Phil's free hand squeezed his erect, pink nipples as he tugged his cock, maximising the stimulation of his sexy body in its time of need.
Ropes of hot, steaming cum blasted hard against the two handsome faces below Phil until the City star's sighing began to weaken. The load he had built up over a weekend of exciting F1 action was now splattered across the faces of his friend Mason and the legend Lewis Hamilton. The fountain that was Phil's cock shot a perfect 10 ropes of shiny white cream shared across Lewis and Mason's before the City star slowed. His fist continued to pump but once the pressure in his balls had reduced all there was left to do was squeeze the remainder of his nuts out of his shaft which dribbled out onto Lewis' thick, black thigh below.
Slowly and simultaneously Lewis and Mason opened their eyes to the sight of a sweaty Phil Foden pink faced and clutching his hard cock in a tight fist. Drinking him in once more with his gooey cum drying across their faces, Lewis and Mason studied the Northern scally in awe as his eyes came down to focus on them. "...the feck you fuckers looking at." Phil growled with a cheeky grin on his face while sucking on oxygen. "Sit down bro." Lewis smiled, creating space between himself and Mason. "Nah, stay there." Mason argued, holding Lewis in position.
Falling to the opposite side of Lewis, Phil knew Mason's game. The footballers attacked Lewis from both sides with hungry kisses around his face and neck to lick up Phil's seed. Lewis cooed softly from the sensual pleasure of two pairs of warm lips sucking gently at his smooth skin while their tongues licked up Phil's juice. Mason purred a low rumbling sound into Lewis' neck as he lapped up Phil's deliciously salty cream off Lewis' deliciously sweaty neck. Matching Mason's hunger, Phil lapped at Lewis' tattooed neck tasting his own produce with a wide smile on his face and to add to the pleasure of the moment, the City star's blue eyes studied Lewis' intricate artwork wondering how he would look with more artwork across his own smooth neck.
It didn't take the footballers long to lick Lewis clean (enough to get showered after) while Lewis had managed to steal a string or two from Mason's adorable face in the process. "What's the time?" Lewis asked rhetorically looking up at the clock. "We should go and join the party, who wants to shower first?" He continued looking between Mason and Phil. The Chelsea midfielder was first to go while Lewis and Phil enjoyed each other's company a little longer with some football related conversation. Once Mason was clean, he made way for Phil who returned sparkling clean and ready to party. "Which party are you boys going to?" Lewis asked again. "Dunno mate, which is the best one?" Mason replied excitedly. "Anything down the marina to be honest. I won't be too far behind you." Lewis beamed, watching the two footballers shuffling towards the door. "Thanks mate." Mason beamed. "Yeah, fucking excellent time!" Phil waved. "Catch you in a bit." Lewis grinned as he waved back.
END
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Tennis series: Touring with the Next-Gen, Double Fault, A Break in the Bahamas, Bulging Bulgarian, Winner Takes All, Tennis' Masochistic Maple Leafs, Made in Russia, Revenge is Sweet, Austria v Germany in Chelsea, Sleeping Meadows, Team Building in Melbourne Park, Dominic and the Minaur & Rey of the Acropolis.
Football series: Lilywhite Hoops, From Paris with Love, The Hero and the Zero, Austria v Germany in Chelsea, Return to the Wolfpack, The Tails of Two Nike Stars, Bayern Boys, Barca Buddies & Not so Mellow in Yellow.
Premier League Football Series
F1 World Series
Scrum Down - Rugby Series
On Ice - Hockey Series
England Cricket Boys Series
Diving Squad Series
Formula Football Series
BoysPlay Mansion Series
Twins Next Door Series
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