Chapter 4: Chance Encounter (Gareth Bale)
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 other chapters, 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.
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For the next few days after my sexual encounter with Jack Wilshere, I was back to my job of pulling pints and serving drinks at a bar. The hours dragged by, but the bar was in quite a fancy part of town so there was often some eye candy to keep me busy. Usual customers included housewives with rich husbands, business men going for a drink after work and minor TV personalities. It was eleven o'clock at night, and my shift was due to finish at midnight. I approached a customer at the bar. Just aother typical suited guy.
"Yes, Sir. What can I get you?" The usual question.
The guy places his order and I start getting his drinks. While I am pulling two pints, I am aware of eyes on me. I look up, and see a familiar-looking face looking at me from across the room, about ten metres away. The dim, atmospheric lighting in the bar makes it hard to make out the person, but he looks familiar. He glances down at his phone, and then back up at me.
I finish serving the drinks to the suited guy, by which time the onlooker is standing about six feet down the bar to my left. Shit, I think to myself, it's Gareth Bale! A barmaid I work with has also noticed him and is moving down the bar towards him, wanting to be the first to get there and serve him. Annoyingly, she gets there before me.
"Are being served, Sir?" She says, smiling in an over the top way and pouting a little, which annoys me even more. `How did I let her get there first?' I think angrily to myself.
Gareth gives her a little smile in return. I wish he was giving me that smile, I think. He says to her, "Yeah, I am being served thanks" in his smooth Welsh tone. But he wasn't being served, I think to myself. How come he said he was?
As the barmaid walks away looking disappointed, Gareth glances over at me, gives a cheeky grin and wink. My heart skips a beat. He gives a little flick of his head to gesture me over to him. I don't hesitate.
As I approach him, he says, "I want you to serve me." He smiles again, leaning on the bar casually. He is wearing a white t-shirt and grey jeans with a black Armani belt.
"Of course, what can I do for you?" I reply nonchalantly.
He beckons me closer with his finger. I lean closer. He puts his phone on the bar between us. On the screen, I see a photo. It's a photo of a naked guy lying on a sofa, legs in the air, with a cock in his ass. I suddenly realise that it's me in the picture. It's the photo Jack Wilshere took of me when we fucked. I knew he sent it to someone else! I quickly put my hand over the phone, not wanting anyone else to see it. Gareth goes to take his phone away and he ends up putting his hand on top of mine. We both look into each other's eyes, and he grins.
"When do you finish?" He says quietly.
"Midnight." I reply
"I'll be waiting in a cab outside." And with that, he walks off.
The minutes crawl by. Whenever I can, I try to sneak a glance through the door, trying to see if a cab is outside waiting for me. At midnight, I don't even bother going to get my things from my locker, I head straight outside. A cab is waiting for me. Gareth is sat in the rear passenger seat. I climb inside.
"Hey," He says to me. "About time." He turns to the driver. "To my hotel please," and provides the hotel name.
"A hotel?" I ask Gareth.
"I've been staying in a hotel for the last three days while I'm here. I'm going back to Spain tomorrow."
Back to Spain, back to Real Madrid, back to Cristiano Ronaldo, Sergio Ramos, James Rodriguez, Javier Hernandez, Toni Kroos, I think to myself. "I'm really, really jealous." I say to Gareth, "I'm stuck here."
"Don't worry. You'll have a good time tonight. We both will." He says quietly, his eyes wandering down my body. I am still wearing my black shoes, trousers and shirt from work, but I am pretty sure Gareth is mentally undressing me. "That photo I got from Jack was... interesting." Gareth says, licking his lips.
"You liked it then?"
"I did. A lot."
"Jack doesn't know where I work. How did you know where to find me?" I ask.
"I didn't." Gareth smiles.
"Lucky." I say.
"Very lucky."
Gareth's hotel isn't far away. When we arrive, we quickly head up to his room. The lift ride seems to take a long time. I could pounce on Gareth here in the lift, but I don't think he would want that filmed on the lift CCTV. At his room, he opens the door with his key card and lets me in first. He shuts the door after he has followed me inside.
With my back to Gareth, I look around the room. "Nice. Looks expensive." I say. As I turn around to face him, he is on me in a flash. He puts his hands on my cheeks and locks his lips to mine. His kiss is really ferocious and lustful. My hands scramble to find the bottom of his t-shirt, and when I find it I lift it up. Gareth breaks the kiss and raises his arms to let me take off his t-shirt, and then I throw it down on the floor. Gareth's smooth, un-tattooed body is absolute perfection. He isn't as muscular as some footballers, but really toned. His pecs and abs well-defined, and so is his v-line which disappears teasingly into his jeans. Gareth gets his lips back on mine though as soon as he can. He is tugging at my shirt now, fumbling at the lower buttons. He work his way from bottom upwards, while I unbutton from the top downwards. Finally, my shirt is off, and Gareth wraps his hands around my back and pulls me to him, still kissing me hungrily, his tongue exploring my mouth. Our bulges rub together. He lets out little moans from time to time.
Gareth slides his hands down my back and under my pants and into my boxers. He gives my ass a squeeze, which makes me buck my hips, pushing my groin forwards, grinding my bulge into his. He breaks the kiss and gives a little moan and a playful giggle. I undo his Armani belt as quick as I can, and unbutton his jeans and push them down. Underneath he is wearing tight black Hugo Boss boxers. I grab his bulge through his boxers while he returns the favour and takes off my belt and trousers. He pushes them down and my boxers with them.
He lets out another moan as my hands rub his bulge. Gareth gives me another long, lustful kiss, and then places his hands on my shoulders, applying a little pressure, urging me downwards. I break our kiss, and then lock my lips to his neck, nibbling gently which produces another little giggle from Gareth. I kiss along his shoulder blade, down his pecs, slowly down his abs. He flinches when I gently roll my tongue over his abs.
"Mmm, ticklish." I say.
As I get onto my knees, I give his abs another gentle brush with my fingertips, forcing another little twitch and another sexy giggle from Gareth.
"Ah, stop teasing," He grin down at me. "Suck my cock." He whispers seductively.
I slide down his boxers, releasing nine inches of solid Welsh cock. I take four inches straight into my mouth. Gareth groans. He raises his hands up and puts them on his head, his pecs flexing as he does it. He looks down at me, moaning softly, biting his bottom lip.
I suck his cock just as hungrily as he kissed me. I jack the base of his cock with one hand and bob my head up and down on the rest. He starts thrusting his hips forwards in time to my sucking. With my free hand, I massage his balls and toy with his perineum.
"Oh, fuck." He groans whenever I brush my fingers over the sensitive skin behind his balls.
I keep sucking on his cock, gulping down the precum as Gareth's cock leaks in into my mouth.
"Aaah, don't make me cum just yet." Gareth says, grabbing my face, giving a last thrust into my mouth, then pulling me up and kissing me again. I reach around and place my hands on Gareth's ass and pull him tight to me. I grind my boner into his. His precum rubs off on my cock and my abs while I keep pushing my hips forward and gyrating, pleasuring both our cocks at once. His tongue and mine clash together, and as he breaks the kiss, a little string of precum clings to both our lips before breaking and linking on Gareth's chin. He licks it up.
"I taste good." Gareth says, as he places a hand on my chest and pushes me backwards towards the bed. I fall backwards onto it, and Gareth climbs on top of me, pressing his ripped body into mine, and pushing our cocks together again. He grabs my arms and raises them above my head, pinning me down on the bed. He smirks and makes out with me again. I am powerless to resist, not that I would want to. He then kisses my neck, sending goosebumps though me. He nuzzles, kisses, and nibbles my neck, producing moans as I writhe in pleasure underneath him.
"Mmm, you tease." I sigh.
He releases my arms and raises himself up, kneeling in between my legs. He slides his hands down my sides and over my abs and grabs my cock, jacking it a few times. He then grabs my knees and lips my legs up into a v-shape. He shuffles closer to me, pushes his hard cock downwards and presses his groin against my ass. I feel his dick pressing into my crack.
He looks up at me. "Are you still nice and loose after Jack pounded you?"
I shrug. "Why don't you go and find out?"
He smiles and grabs his cock and guides the head to my entrance. His precum rubs against my hole, warm against my skin. He applies a little pressure and his cock head penetrates my hole. I moan. My body tenses. He continues to press, pushing deeper inside me. Then, he pulls out fully, and jacks his cock a few times, covering his length in more precum and then pushes back inside me once more. He slips in further than he did last time. He puts his hands on my knees and pushes his hips forward, sliding deeper inside. I keeping groaning, switching between pushing my head back against the pillows and looking down my body at the amazing stud that is filling my ass full of his dick.
Eventually, I feel the gentle brush of his trimmed pubes against my hole. He pulls his cock backwards and pushes forwards again. He bites his bottom lip as he looks me in the eyes. He keeps rocking forwards and backwards, picking up the pace. His abs flexing as he pumps me with his rhythmic hip action.
He leans back slightly, placing a hand on the bed behind him to keep himself steady, getting into a better position to thrust upwards, deep inside me. My ass quickly becomes used to the feeling of dick inside it again. I can feel his length sliding in and out of me, skin on skin, him moaning expletives and me groaning every time he pounds me deeply. He switches between slow, rhythmical thrusts where I feel every inch of him gliding in and out of me, and then rapid slams of his cock into my ass. A lock of hair drops down into Gareth's face which he sweeps back. He keeps pounding me rapidly, the bed shaking, his balls slamming against my ass. Soon though, he slows down, and then pulls out.
"Get up, sexy." He says, giving me another show of that beautiful smile of his. My ass feels cold and empty as I get up onto my knees. He shuffles up the bed, his face close to mine and kisses me briefly, before turning me around. He puts a hand on the back of my neck and pushes me forwards. I lean forwards at about 40 degrees, my hands propping me up against the headboard of the bed. Gareth moves into position behind me, guiding his cock with his free hand to my stretched hole. He slips inside much easier this time, and is soon deep inside me again. He places on hand on my right hip and the other on my left shoulder, holding me in place firmly. He begins to fuck me again quickly, but rhythmically, expertly gliding in and out of my hole
"Fuck, that's so good." He moans, giving my ass a playful slap. He carries on pounding me like that until he stops, and pushes me into a near upright kneeling position, keeping his cock buried in my hole. He shuffles up the bed so he is right behind me, his abs pressing into my back. He reaches around and takes my cock in his hand and starts to wank my cock as he resumes fucking me. I turn my head, looking over my left shoulder. Gareth kisses me while he is gently pumping my hole. I reach a hand backwards and rest it on his toned ass cheek, feeling it contract and relax each time he pushes forward into me. Gareth gasps and sighs gently in between our kisses. He continues to slowly thrust into me, jacking my cock, fucking me passionately. Sweat glistens on both of our bodies.
"Can I cum inside you?" He whispers sensually into my ear.
"Oooh, fuck yes." I sigh. Gareth keeps jacking my cock and he picks up a little more pace, small thrusts up inside my ass.
"Cum for me." Gareth says.
He keeps pumping my cock in his firm grip. I feel his cock brush against my prostate and throb in my ass. That is enough to tip me over the edge. I throw my head back over Gareth's right shoulder and he nibbles at my neck again as I cum onto the pillows. I bite my bottom lip, moaning as Gareth continues to stroke my length, pumping more hot semen onto his bed. As I cum, my ass tightens its grip on Gareth's dick and he starts to unload inside my hole.
"Mmmmm, fuck!" Gareth moans deeply. He places both hands on my hips and holds me firmly in place as he spills his huge load inside me. His cock keeps throbbing, and he gives little thrusts up into me, making sure he is fully empty.
He keeps his cock inside me for a few moments, kissing at my neck again, breathing deeply. He slowly slides out my ass, giving another small moan as his cock pulls out of my warm hole. A few drips of Gareth's cum follows his cock out of my ass, and it drips down my thigh.
Gareth moves away, stands up beside the bed and pulls back the covers. He slides into bed and pulls back the sheets for me to get in beside him. He lies on his side. I do the same, so we are facing each other. My cum on the pillow in between us.
"You were amazing. I've never had sex that hot in my life." He says.
"Don't tell Jack, but neither have I."
We both laugh. Under the sheets, Gareth reaches over to me and strokes my softening cock.
"I want to do this again some time." He says.
"Just us?" I raise an eyebrow.
"You want more guys?" He says.
I grin cheekily. "I thought maybe your teammates might want to get in on the action".
"Might want to get in you more like." Gareth smiles, rolling his tongue around in his mouth.
Our bodies glisten with sweat. The sheets cling to us as we fall asleep together.
END OF CHAPTER FOUR
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