Fun with Footballers
Chapter One: A Wake-Up Call (Luke Shaw)
This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
A note from the author: In my opinion, there aren't enough sexy, smutty stories about all the hot famous footballers in the world. That's why I have decided to write this. You might notice that I write this story, and any sequels, in the first person perspective, and without giving the main character a name. This is just in case any of you naughty readers fancy putting yourself in the place of the main character (which of course, you do!). I try to keep the stories short and full of filth because that's what I know you want, but still keep it detailed enough for you I hope. Enjoy! Please email me at funwithfootballers@hotmail.com with any comments or suggestions of things you would like to see. If I like the sound of any ideas and they end up in a chapter, I will give the person who suggested it a mention.
I start to stir from a very heavy drunken stupor aware of a throbbing in my groin. Aware of a hand feeling my cock through my boxers. I slowly open my eyes, my head pounding from all I drank the night before. The sight that greets my eyes makes me suddenly wide awake. I am lying on my right side, staring into the blue eyes of footballer Luke Shaw staring back at me. Like me, he is lying beneath the bed sheets, but unlike me he looks like he has been awake for a while.
"About time," he says, "I thought you were never going to wake up." He takes his hand away from my cock, much to my disappointment.
A mixture of confusion and lust run though me at once. I want his hand back between my legs, and confused about how on earth I got into this position. Luke sees the confusion in my face, and lets out a very sexy giggle, and stretches. His muscular arms reach out from under the covers, and the covers slip down a little, revealing the top his bare torso.
"You really don't remember do you?" He says. "You drank a lot last night. The school reunion? Remember?" My expression remains blank and confused. "The party came back to my place, and an hour later you collapsed. You were in no fit state to go home, so I brought you up here to look after you."
"Oh" is all I can say as my brain struggles to process this scenario. I roll onto my back, and the duvet tents where my hard cock pushes into it, and I suddenly remember waking up with Luke's hand on my cock. I look over at him on my right. "You were touching my cock?"
He laughs again, grinning. "Yeah. Looks like you were enjoying it too."
"Why did you do it?"
Another cheeky grin as he rolls onto his back. We are now lying side by side. "Last night you rolled over towards me and I felt your cock pressing into my ass cheek. I've been so horny since then."
"Wait. Last night... we didn't... you know... you and me... we didn't... do it, did we?" I ask
"No way, you were asleep or unconscious all night. I wouldn't take advantage." He says.
"Except to touch my cock though," I say playfully, grinning.
He shrugs. "Well, I couldn't wait any longer. Since I felt how hard you were when you rolled over into me, I've been horny for hours. You're not the only one that's solid. Look". He said, throwing off the covers. I look down his built body, admiring his pecs and abs, to where there is an obvious bulge under his tight white Calvin Klein boxers.
"You want to repay the favour?" He asks me, winking.
I roll onto my side, placing my hand on his abs and slipping my fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers. My fingers wrap around his cock. I notice that he is completely shaved.
He lets out a little moan. "Aah, straight inside by CKs, no messing around. Nice."
I start to move my hand up and down, slowly jacking Luke's hard cock. It must be about eight inches. Luke bites his bottom lip, a little moan escaping from time to time. I realise that he's loving the feeling of my hand on his cock just as much as I am loving his solid length in my hand. I speed up with my hand motions. A little wet patch starts to appear on the material of his boxers. I pull my hand out of his boxers and dip a finger in the patch of precum on his boxers. I swirl my finger around in it and bring the finger to my mouth, slowly sucking off the salty fluid.
Luke watches me as I taste his precum. "Oh my God, you're so dirty." He says, smirking. "Will you do something?" He asks.
When I finish the little feast on the end of my finger, I reply, "Sure. What?"
"Take off your boxers." He says. By his tone, I know it's more of an order than a question.
I oblige, tucking my fingers under the waistband of my boxers and tugging them down, lifting up my hips to get them off. I toss them aside, and kneel on the bed, looking at Luke. He is still laying on his back, cock still tenting his boxers, looking up and down at my naked body, my cock standing up tall, the head glistening with precum.
Luke's hand automatically reaches for his cock. He grabs it though his boxers and gives his length a rub. He keeps staring at my cock while massaging himself. After a short time, he says, "Do something else for me." By now, I'm sure he knows I will do pretty much anything. He takes his hand off his cock and pats the upper part of his athletically built thighs with both hands. He gives a little gesture of his head to indicate he wants me to climb onto him.
I smile. "Who's the dirty one now?" I laugh, moving over the bed towards Luke, who is waiting eagerly, not taking his eyes off my cock and ass. I grab the waistband of his boxers with both hands, about to tug them down when he says. "No, don't."
I look at him questioningly. "Leave them on. Please." He says with an innocent look on his face. "I don't want to go that far."
I look at him, not sure what he wants.
"Just straddle me." He says, "But keep my boxers on."
I lift a leg over his body and sit down on his groin, straddling him just as he wants. I can feel his bulge pressing into my toned ass. He lets out a little moan, and gives a nod of approval. "Nice." He says.
I slowly start to move my hips, gyrating and bucking, my ass pressing down and rubbing on his bulge. "You like that?" I ask.
"Oh wow, yeah, that's good." He is starting to breathe a little heavier.
I pick up the pace a little, grinding faster. Luke's hands slide up my thighs and come to rest on my hips. I take that an indication for me to ride him a little harder. I pick up the pace again, pressing my ass down harder onto his cock. I lean forward, my hands pressing on Luke's developed pecs.
"Mmm, Luke, fuck yeah." I grin, "You like that, don't you?"
"Don't stop." He gasps. His abs flex as me pushes his hips up, pressing his cock onto my ass a little more. I feel him grip my hips tight, pulling me down, applying more pressure on his solid member. He slides one hand off my hips and around to my cock. He grabs onto my length, and begins to wank me in time to my grinding on his groin. I move my hips forwards and backwards a little more, thrusting my cock into his hand.
"Ooh, yeah that feels so good, Luke. Oh, fuck yes. That's good." I moan on top of him.
We keep rocking and grinding and jacking for a while. Our breathing gets heavier, and our moans get louder and we keep muttering expletives under our breath. Soon, my cock starts to throb in Luke's grip, having already leaked precum onto his abs.
Luke moans, "You're gonna make me cum."
"Ditto." I reply, grinding rapidly on his cock, thrusting my own cock faster in his hand.
My cock begins pulsing, my orgasm approaching. Luke feels my achingly hard cock throbbing in his grip, and soon my cock is exploding streams of cum all over his abs, on his pecs, and a little droplet onto his bearded chin.
Upon feeling my warm cum hitting his chest, Luke moans "Fuuuck, yeees!", as his abs flex and his cock empties itself in his boxers. I feel some of his warm jizz seeping through the material onto my bare ass cheeks. I stay sat on him until he's done unloading, slowly grinding on him, my hands rubbing over his fine body.
"That was so hot." He gasps, hands back resting on my hips.
I roll off him, lying on my side beside him once again. "Yeah, I know. You're a bit of an animal." I laugh, trailing a finger up his abs, getting a little of my cum on my finger. I offer it to him.
He moves his head away, smiling, "No thanks."
I suck the cum off my finger, and I feign a sulking face. He laughs, suddenly leaping up from the bed and pushing at my shoulders. He pushes me onto my back and lies on top of me. He locks his lips to mine, kissing my hungrily.
He breaks away. "Not yet, anyway." He rolls off me and climbs off the bed. He stands up beside the bed and pushes down his cum-soaked boxers. It's a feast for my eyes – his sexy face, his hunky, ripped body, his muscular, footballer's legs, and his soft, wet dick. He looks down at his cock, glistening with jizz. "Man, I need a shower." He turns and opens his bedroom door, giving me a great shot of his ass. As he is about to leave, he turns back. "You're staying for the rest of the day, aren't you?"
END OF CHAPTER ONE
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, and hope it left you wanting more. Please email me at funwithfootballers@hotmail.com with any comments or suggestions of things you would like to see. If I like the sound of any ideas and they end up in a chapter, I will give the person who suggested it a mention.