Hey guys!!
Who still reads the top half of Nifty stories hahaha yeah but I like a little introduction note. This story has nothing to do with the real lives of Leicester City stud Jamie Vardy or the georgous Stoke City keeper Jack Butland. Its a story written to make you cum. Simple as.
Enjoy Ryan xx
JAMIE VARDY
Jamie Vardy was having a party. Literally. The booze was flowing like the fucking Nyle river, it was a serious loud bash worthy of any celebration. It was like winning the premier league with Leicester City all over again. Here and there he saw the slightest sight of white lines being snorted up somebody's nose. Like he gave a fuck. Tonight was his night, without Rebeckah and her skank ass and without his kids. He loved them but boy oh boy...he wanted some GUY time. He missed being with another bloke. Being married and being a footballer in the public eye fucked up any chances of getting with a dude. He couldn't even act like a normal closet case and get a lad from an escort agency. He learned the hard way from people like Wayne Rooney and Frank Lampard that that shit ain't flying without some kinda messed up consequences. The fucking media loved a drama and his ripped six pack abs and 8 inch stone hard cock on the front page of the fucking Sun was the last thing he needed. He wanted to get it together with a bloke that night. Fucking period. But who? There was a LOT of fellow footy players from the English Prem there but he seriously doubted they would be into playing tonsil tennis with him. All sportsmen were scared as fuck to show any kind of weakness when it came to finding another guy good looking or even if they did get a little cock stiff from wanting some man to man sex they would be scared shitless for the same reason he too avoided it. But Jamie Vardy was having HIS party and god damn he needed some cock desperately.
Banter with them Leicester lads got boring pretty quickly. Like he wanted to hear Harry McGuire telling them how the hell he got blowjobs from a fan in the car park at the King Power stadium or even worse...listening to the sexy blond beast Kasper Schmeichel bragging about getting off three times in a row and cumming harder with every orgasm...really?? He had really wanted Kasper's bulky white body before tonight but that story had put him right off the Danish hunk. He waved to Harry Winks from Spurs and thought about approaching him for a second...nah...the lad looked like a fucking twink. If he wanted a feminine boy he would have shagged a bloody drag queen.
He knew he was pure FILTH in bed. Rebeckah could have no complaints. But as mad as it sounded...she was his missus...he craved a bloke. Simple as. Manchester United players Nemanja Matic and David de Gea were options he wanted to explore. Matic's lanky sculpted beautiful body against his, kissing each other like only two horny, normally straight men could...or the equally sexy David who's new hairstyle made him look like the Spanish Matador Jamie thought he was in bed. Oh yeah, David would destroy a man's arse in the sack. He was pure man. Pure passion. That's what COULD have been if they didn't have two complete strange women's tongues down their throats. Even if he did manage to pull them they would smell of cheap perfume and lager. Fuck that. He got enough of that with Rebeckah and the occasional whore in a park in his younger days.
Ahhh...finally. Some fucking class. Someone who just might be up for it. And Jamie knew this wanker didn't take any drugs. He stared straight into the eyes of Stoke City goalkeeper Jack Butland. Ahhh fuck yeah. He'll do. Jamie grabbed a beer and screwed it open. He downed nearly half of the hearty yeasty goodness before meeting eyes with Jack. Poor fella didn't have a clue what was gonna happen tonight. He secretly turned his head sideways to try and tell Jack to follow him. Although confused by Jamie's actions, it was his party after all, and Jack didn't see the need not to go after the sexy Mr Vardy. Once all alone in the master bedroom, Jack still didn't have a clue now much Jamie wanted to jump his georgous body.
"Your bedroom? Come on Vardy, what the hell are we doing here? You know I don't use Coke, mate".
Jamie downed the rest of his beer and chucked the bottle into the bin by the bedside table. He moved closer to Butland and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Did you know I'm good mates with Xherdan Shaqiri?"
For some reason Jack Butland's eye twitched.
"No, actually I didn't. Why do you ask?"
Jamie reached out and gently caressed Jack's stomach through the shirt he was wearing. The Stoke man tensed up.
"Because like me, we all need some man crush time. And Shaqiri ain't one to lie. He told me all about you guys. He fucked you like a little toadfish, innit?"
"Okay fuck this, I'm out of here..." Jack said it but Jamie's hand on his stomach made his legs feel like jello. He had fantasized about Jamie Vardy for a long time. His dirty good looks, his animalistic running on the pitch, his ripped six pack and his naughty and rough looking demeanour. And oh god...Jamie smelled sooo good...his hair was gelled into spikes, making the Leicester stud look even more raw. Said Jamie let go of Jack's stomach and stepped backwards. He winked at Jack before RIPPING off his shirt in one smooth movement. Jack swallowed slowly. He saw the Vardy's holiday pics so he knew Jamie was muscled but SWEET LORD the guy before him had abs for days. Six sweet, sweaty, solid blocks of muscle displayed on his lean and tanned torso.
Well...Butland thought of Harry Kane and his sleek, tall tower of a hot body as well as his 8 inch cock that swung from his trimmed pubes and remembered Fraser Forster drilling him from behind so hard that he almost collapsed a few weeks ago. He looked at Jamie Vardy's smug face, taunting him, showing off his delicious sculpted body and he suddenly never wanted anyone more in his life. Vardy was sex on legs.
"Let's do this," Jack said before he started massaging Jamie's shoulders. The latter started to sigh with finally getting some sexual relief from another man. Jack was starting to get more than just a little boned up, with the sexy, rough Jamie Vardy before him, getting turned on. He grinned slyly and leaned in towards Jamie's neck, where he roughly placed a series of kisses. The Leicester man moaned. Immediately he could feel the latter's body stiffen and shudder at the same time. He kissed Jamie's neck again, this time allowing his lips to linger on his collarbone. He knew Vardy could feel the warm breath against his skin. Jack smiled...
"Tell me mate, is it true that Danny Drinkwater has a huge cock...?"
Jamie finally got some movement in his body and he looked up at Jack defiantly. He grabbed Jack and pulled him into a strong hold, his arms possessively around the Stoke man's body. This time HE leaned in and attacked Jack's neck with a deep desperate need before he pounced on his face as the two footballer's lips met in a passionate, angry, almost needy mouth swap of liquids. Jack took the time to caress his hands all over Jamie's upper chest and stomach muscles, feeling and wanting those ripples of flesh. Jamie in turn never allowed Jack's lips to leave his own as two horny tongues almost flew into the other's mouth. Jack ran his fingers through Vardy's light brown hair at the back of his head, pulling him closer as their tongues continued to duel.
But Jamie was way too horny for just this. He started to grind the lower half of his body into the taller frame of Jack, eliciting moans from the stud Mr Butland. He then took hold of Jack's, by now, steel hard British cock. He leaned in to Jack's ear...
"Get your kit off..."
Jack ripped off his T-shirt he was wearing and unbuckled his jeans as fast as he could. Meanwhile Jamie Vardy didn't wait either and pushed down his trousers and underwear. Both of them faced each other rock solid naked, as the day they came into this world. Never mind how horny both men were they couldn't deny that the other had a near perfect male body. To Jack's amazement, Jamie kneeled down, caressing Jack's inner thighs and flesh as he did so. Finally then it was Jack's turn to grab Jamie's short brown hair, swiping his fingers through it, making the strands stand proud. Jamie Vardy was a bad boy. And now he looked it. Jack's dick was right in front of his eyes...
"FUUUUCK..." Jack moaned, thrusting his head backwards, his eyes rolling back in their sockets, so wonderfully overwhelming it felt to have his dick back inside a warm male mouth. Jamie couldn't get enough of the Stoke man's hard and manly cock as he kept sucking faster, more urgent, wanting that juicy nectar within. He reached upwards and roughly spread out his fingers over Jack's bulky stomach. Good god it felt so good. Being with another man...nothing comes close. Jack sighed and his chest heaved as he looked down and saw England stud Jamie Vardy sucking his dick. Jamie thoroughly enjoyed the texture of that steel hard organ underneath his experienced tongue. He licked and sucked at Jack's cockhead, penetrating the savvy piss slit, tasting the delicious young pre juices that seemed to just POUR out of Jack's pulsing prick. Jamie decided that he wanted more and reached underneath the penis to play with Jack's balls, taking both into one hand, gently stimulating the two testicals, wanting them to release their torrent of goodness.
Jack's chest and heart rate was starting to quicken with alarming force and sheer desire, as he tried his best to pro long his orgasm. His dick felt like it was enveloped inside a velvet woolen coat, caressed and enjoyed to the max. Butland's balls couldn't keep up this kind of torture and Jamie felt the Stoke man's cock jumping and getting hotter with every suction. He GLIDED his tongue over the red organ. Jack grabbed Jamie's head and pumped his hips like the horny slut he really was. He felt that familiar tingling sensation inside his balls, he shoved his crotch against Vardy's mouth. Oh fuck yeah.. He was in balls deep.
"Ohhhhh fuck...oh fuck oh fuck...mate...gonna cum...gonna cum fast...."
Jack moaned desperately as his balls couldn't hold it anymore. He blasted his sweet, virile, young, white protein makers directly into Vardy's mouth. Jamie drank like he was at a beer fest. Slippery...creamy...thick Butland sperm. This was the fucking life. He swallowed for the final time, licking his lips to fully savour the taste. The night was far from over. After the thick substance that was Jack's cream had finally gone down his gullet, Jamie stood up, grabbed said Jack and layed another rough, manly, tongue lashing on his by now, raw, red footy lips. He thought Jack looked like a little doggie bitch right then. Begging for a fuck.
"We got a few more minutes. You ready?"
"After what you just gave me...bend me over and fuck me, Vardy," Jack whispered to the bad ass English midfielder. Jamie's cock, at breaking point at this point, twitched with his heart beat.
"Fuck me, Vardy. Fuck me now. I don't wanna change my mind. Do it now," Jack whispered as he kissed Jamie once more, desperate for some male sexual attention. Jamie walked over to his nightstand and casually picked up a bottle of lube. He applied it to his already THROBBING 8 inches. Jacking himself off he made his way behind Jack, who was already kneeled down by the bed, his breath coming and going in short staccatos. Jamie's dick lead the way as he slowly positioned himself and placed the head of his cock at the entrance of Jack's glimmering arse. With a slow sigh, he gently pressed forward and pushed his way inside the promised land.
"Mmmmm yeah.. Yeah...ahhh yes...." Jack groaned as his hole was completely penetrated by Jamie's dick. It took a while for the pain to subside, as it always does. Jamie caressed Jack's back as he started his natural rhythm, thrusting in...out...in...out...his full English balls doing a right smacker against the goalkeeper's fuckhole. Jamie did what filth does best and really started to pound Butland, gripping his body for all he was worth. He was like a rabbit on steroids. His dick flew in and out of Jack Butland's pie hole at lightening speed. His ripped abs flexed majestically under the immense stamina his fit body generated. Jack was pumped more upwards onto the Vardy's marital bed with every plunge Jamie gave him. His prostrate was on fire as Vardy managed to hit THAT special spot men LOVES to ignore. He was being fucked by real filth. There was no romance whatsoever. Jamie cried out like a hound looking for red meat as he kept on pummeling the fit goalie's hole. Damn, this was hot. He was Jamie Vardy, and he was having his damn party.
"Heads up mate, I'm gonna blow..." Jamie hissed as he fucked his raw red Vardy dick deeper inside Jack's used hole. He wanted to inseminate this man. He wanted to pump him full of DNA. He pushed Jack flat out on the bed and gave it one last push. His prick was a blur and Jack's eyes was rolling back in their cages, his tongue numb, he couldn't even make a fucking sound. Jamie was a man possessed, seemingly by his own penis. He knew what was coming as he gave a final animalistic yelp before he screamed out in exstacy. He FLOODED Jack's insides with his virile sperm that had fathered three kids. Jack's ass was leaking the torrent of Vardy cum so fast it dripped into the floor. Jack collapsed from the bed and rolled onto the floor, numb. Naked. Dick still hard. Unable to move. His ass was leaking sperm still. He was done.
Jamie Vardy looked at his slimy, spent cock, still glimmering with sperm and ass juices. He was back, baby. He was a fucking stallion.
And he loved it.
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