I Spy
David Beckham
"Everyone's looking at it, Becks. Fantasizing." The dark man purred. "I bet some people are even touching themselves while they look at it. I know I did. The minute I saw it on my mobile, I ran to the bathroom to tug on my cock. I shot such a hot load thinking about it, Becks. It was everywhere. I had to throw away a brand new pair of shorts."
David Beckham was moments away from the start of a press conference at Beijing's Worker's Stadium–part of his first public event as a "global ambassador" for football– when his phone rang a familiar number: his secret lover. Beckham excused himself and ducked into an empty corridor to take the phone call, careful to just listen to the filth spouting from his paramour's lips.
Photos had been circulating around the web from his appearance earlier that day, featuring Beckham in his new Thom Browne suit that had been tailored for a perfect fit. One side effect was the suit proved to be the ideal showcase for Beckham's well-developed ass. In an instant, photos of his backside had gone viral, racking up thousands of tweets, hits, and notes on tumblr. Beckham was used to the attention, but it was also nice to know he still had fans.
His lover, on the other hand, found himself consumed with an odd mix of jealousy and delight. So many people lusting after what was his: David Beckham's perfect ass. It pained him, of course, that their affair had to be so clandestine, but such was the cost of international athletic fame.
"I can't wait to tear you open, Becks. I'm not going to touch myself until Thursday. I'm saving it all for you. Do you want it? Do you want my juice inside your tight hole?"
An assistant was waving the British footballer down, the event was starting.
"Uh, yes, Thursday still works best for me. That plan sounds right." Beckham responded, trying his best to sound normal.
"Say it, Becks. Say you want my nut juice inside your tight hole." The man on the phone responded.
The assistant was joined by another, each flagging Beckham down with a panicked look.
Beckham turned and whispered into his phone, "I'm going to drain those fat nuts, mate. You better be ready to fucking drown this arse." With that, Beckham shoved his phone back into his pocket and went on to dazzle the Chinese press assembled to see him.
The rest of his tour was uneventful but Beckham felt positively electrified throughout, energized by the fucking that was in his near future. It had been weeks since he had a proper dicking, and his hole kept twitching every time he thought about his mediterranean lover.
On Thursday, Beckham traveled to Berlin to promote his H&M bodywear line. He could barely contain his excitement (or erection) for what was in store for him. He greeted thousands of fans, smiling and taking photos, all the while thinking about cock. Cock in his mouth. Cock in his ass. Cock. Cock. Cock. He needed it.
As the day wound down and Beckham prepared to depart, the remaining crowd erupted in applause, someone important had entered the store. A grin overcame Beckham's face when he saw who it was: his old friend, Cristiano Ronaldo.
Ronaldo made his way to Beckham's stage area, joining Beckham for a quick photo shoot. Tantalizing the audience, Ronaldo lifted his shirt to not only reveal his hard abs, but that he was wearing David Beckham bodywear. Again the crowd erupted in applause. Ronaldo leaned in to whisper in Beckham's ear, "Try not to get too hard, Becks. You'll be tearing these clothes off me soon enough."
Beckham just smiled in response, trying to heed his lover's words and not allow his cock to get too hard. He had been already gotten half hard seeing Ronaldo walk in, he couldn't give himself away in front of all these people. The two shook hands and exchanged a friendly hug before parting, Ronaldo stealing a quick grope of Beck's ass as he slid his hotel key card into Beck's back pocket.
The event wrapped up quickly afterwards and Beckham rushed to the hotel where Ronaldo was waiting for him. Becks slid the key card into the lock and took a deep breath. Everything he wanted was on the other side of the door.
Cristiano Ronaldo was seated on an overstuffed armchair, naked except a pair of black briefs around his hips, the front band tucked neatly under his throbbing balls, his tan shaft in hand. David knew exactly what to do; closing the door behind him, Beckham stripped down to his own briefs and fell to his knees in front of the younger man.
Beckham looked up at his lover and smiled. Cristiano was beautiful, rock hard from head to toe as if hand-sculpted from a gorgeous piece of tanned stone. Becks took Ronaldo's cock in his hand and guided it into his eager mouth. Cristiano's head fell back, eyes shut, as he enjoyed Becks' warm throat.
David was in ecstasy, he had been dreaming of Cristiano's eight inch cock, literally waking up wet every morning. And now that it was all his to play with, he felt like a child at Christmas. He slurped up and down on the Portuguese meat, taking the length effortlessly, his gag reflex long gone. Beckham rested his hands on Cristiano's abs, groping the hard muscle.
Cristiano whimpered in pleasure, no one could work his cock like Becks. After a few minutes of oral play, Cristiano slid out of Beckham's mouth and grunted, "Show me that ass Becks."
Beckham stepped out of his briefs and turned around, proudly showing off the ass that had set off a thousand bloggers.
"Fucking beautiful." Cristiano muttered. He stood and motioned for Becks to kneel on the chair.
Cristiano rubbed his rigid member in between Beckham's meaty orbs. This was heaven, right here in front of him. The world's most lusted after ass, spread open for his delight. Cristiano took a moment to feel it, admire the fleshy piece of art before. He ran his hands up from Beckham's thick thighs and palmed either side of the hefty bottom.
"C'mon, Cris." Becks growled, his voice hot with impatience, as he pushed his ass back on the Portuguese cock he so desperately craved.
But Cristiano wanted to play some more. Who knew how long it would be before the two football studs would rendezvous next; Cris wanted to bathe in this moment
The darker man crouched down and brought himself eye-level with the most incredible sight known to man. His hands still palming Becks' cheeks, Cristiano dove tongue first into the crack, lapping eagerly at the British hole. Beckham squirmed above him, wriggling in pleasure. Cristiano slid his tongue inside Beckham's pinched hole, his lips suctioned tightly against the pink entrance. The Portuguese star made out with Beckham's asshole, driving the latter man almost to orgasm,
"I need that fucking cock man, I need it inside me." Beckham begged.
Cristiano removed his tongue and spit at Becks' eager hole. He kissed each cheek and ran to his bag to grab lube. Ronaldo applied the gel and leaned forward, his slick cock at Beckham's entrance, to whisper in the bottom's ear: "Everyone in the world wants this ass, Becks. And it's all mine."
Beckham squealed as Cris pushed himself inside, his fat cock stretching the English hole, setting it on fire. David's cock was fully rigid and obscenely leaking pre-cum. Becks couldn't remember the last time he was filled with such unbridled happiness.
Cris pumped steadily inside Beckham, not wanting to set himself off too soon. But it was hard to hold back, the sight of Becks' toned ass devouring his dark prick almost too much to handle. David, meanwhile, shouted every thought that popped into his head.
"Such a big cock. Fuck yeah, man. Fill me up. I fucking need it. Fuck yeah. It's so fucking good. So fucking good."
Cristiano picked up the speed, his hands tightly gripping Becks' sweaty waist, his balls thumping loudly against Beck's body. He responded to Becks' dirty talk with his own.
"The tightest ass. So fucking tight and so fucking hot. This ass is perfect, Becks. You're perfect."
Cristiano was now thrashing wildly against Beckham, his fat cock pulsing inside the tight chute. After five days of not cumming, Ronaldo knew he wouldn't last too long. But he wanted to give Becks the best fuck possible. He slowed slightly, allowing his leaking head to rub against Becks' prostate, but Beckham was having none of that. Gripping the chair, Beckham pushed his ass back on Cristiano as fast as possible, fucking himself on Ronaldo's prick.
"I'm not going to last Becks, this ass is too fucking prime." Cristiano was whimpering, on the edge of climax.
Beckham tightened his hole as hard as he could, setting his lover off.
"Oh fuck!" Cris roared, "I'm-"
Before he could finish the thought, Cristiano's cock was bursting inside Beckham, firing shot after shot of his warm load inside his pale lover. The men roared loudly, Beckham's cock shooting underneath them, coating the chair in his thick cream. Ronaldo stayed inside Beckham, his chest heaving from the orgasm. He kissed Beck's back and then nibbled on his ear, whispering, "This ass is mine, Becks. The whole word can lust, but it's mine."
"You're fucking right it is." David replied simply.
The two moved to the bed and fell asleep in each other's embrace, enjoying the moment, not knowing when another like it would come along.
Note: This story is fiction. No implications about anyone's sexuality are intended by the author.
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