Obligatory warning: This story is intended for a mature audience. It contains descriptions of homosexual activity. If you are underage or if you live in an area where it is illegal to read about such matters, don't read this story or immigrate to Holland. This story is pure fiction. Any similarity between the characters and real people is purely coincidental.
Furthermore, English is not my first language, so please pardon any mistakes I may have made. Comments or suggestions are always welcome. I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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LIVERPOOL FUCK CLUB
The dressing room at Melwood was deserted. Most of the Liverpool-players had long gone home. Only a handful was still on the training-ground, a few strikers and midfield-players. Manager Roy Evans had not been too impressed with their strike-rate of late and kept them in for some extra exercise. It was a strange event: all the players had to do was to score as fast and as often as possible. And there wasn't even a goalkeeper there to stop them. So they scored a lot.
The first off the pitch were young Michael Owen and his friend and mentor Steve McManaman. The intense training had really worn them out and they were covered in sweat and mud. Those who didn't know them might have thought they came from the trenches. But outside the United States there was hardly a soul in the world who didn't know them...
They strolled to their places on the wooden bench, next to each other, and slowly started to take off their dirty kit. Michael took off his shirt first, revealing his broad shoulders and muscular chest. For an eighteen-year-old he had a remarkably well-defined body. It wasn't difficult to see why he had become the national heartthrob so fast. He was young, strong, rich, famous and handsome. Millions of young girls would have gladly given their last teddybear to see him take off his shorts. But now the only one who watched him do it was Steve.
McManaman was a hunk in his own right. Lean and tall with beautiful strong legs. A nice athletic body, not quite as muscular as his young friend's, and a very handsome face. He had long flowing dark blond, almost red, hair, very cute sideburns and dreamy blue eyes. At twenty-six and with eight years of experience in the Premiership he was already something of a veteran. And without realising it at first he had taken young Michael under his wings. They had gotten along really well from day one. When they went to France for the World Cup, they were roommates. And when it all ended in tears the shoulder Michael cried on was Steve's.
Soon they were stark naked and got up. They looked at each other and laughed.
"Boy, we are DIRTY!" Michael cried.
"Alright, let's hit the shower."
Steve slapped his friend on the ass and left the dressing room. Next door was a huge shower room, large enough for twenty-two dirty young men. Steve turned on the water and waited for it to get really hot. Then he stepped under the shower and started to wash the mud off. He loved to rub his hands all over his strong body, loved to feel his chest, his thighs, his ass. He stretched, put his fingers through his hair and sighed. He looked down. His long cock was beginning to stiffen. That happened so often when he was enjoying himself, it had already caused some rather embarrassing moments.
Suddenly he felt a body against his back and two strong hands on his abs. He turned around and smiled.
"Michael, stop it!"
Owen smiled too.
"Why? Don't you like it anymore?"
Steve laughed at his young lover and tried to push him away.
"Come on man, not here. The others can walk in any moment."
"I don't care."
Michael put his arms around Steve's neck and smiled that boyish smile that could melt the heart of even the staunchest Villa-supporter. He firmly placed his lips on Steve's and gave him a long wet kiss.
It was an uncomfortable moment for Macca. Of course he loved it whenever Michael kissed him. But here? The thought would never have occurred to him. It was so typical of Owen, the striker, the daredevil, never afraid of what might happen, always living on the edge. He on the other hand was the typical midfield-player. He liked to think ahead, be in control. But he also liked Mike's hands all over his body. He loved it.
They embraced, groaned and kissed again, while the water poured down on them. Steve could feel his cock getting stiffer as Michael's muscular body pressed against his. He forgot his usual caution and was quickly absorbed in lust. He bent over and started to lick Michael's neck. Soon the two boys were all over each other, licking, groping, feeling, kissing, pinching. It was so hot.
"Oh Michael, you're so cute."
"Mmmm."
Michael could hardly speak. His mouth was on Steve's cheeks, in his ear, in his wet curly hair. He lowered his arms and firmly grabbed Steve's ass. If there was anything he loved to do, it was playing with his friend's gorgeous bubble butt, groping the flesh, fingering the crack, licking it. Sometimes Steve even let him fuck it.
It all started for them late '97, at the Liverpool Christmas-party to be precise. Michael had just turned eighteen and could think of one thing only: he wanted to lose his virginity. And he had always wanted Steve, ever since he was in the youth-team. Up to then Michael had been a law-abiding citizen, but that evening he was just a horny boy who drank too much. Getting Macca drunk was easy enough, dragging him to his hotel-room not too difficult either. And by the time they got there Mike was so intoxicated with yearning he just kissed Steve on his full lips. To his surprise and delight Steve responded immediately. And they had been lovers ever since, roommates at every foreign trip.
Although McManaman had had his fair share of boymeat before, Michael was his first real lover. And he felt like he had won the National Lottery. He loved everything about Michael, his muscular body, beautiful dark eyes, cropped hairs and his pretty face. But perhaps it was Owens character he loved most. Michael was so eager, enthusiastic, full of beans. Steve couldn't think of anyone else he would rather spend the rest of his life with. He sighed again, kissed Michael's left earlobe, looked over his friend's shoulder for no particular reason and stared in the bewildered eyes of Robbie Fowler...
Steve felt his limbs stiffen, his knees go wobbly and even though he was still under the shower his back felt clammy. For a moment he thought he was going to be sick. He let go of Michael's body and gasped.
"Hi Robbie."
Macca instantly realised how stupid that sounded. And it made Michael shudder. He took his hands off Steve's bum and turned around. Now all three were eyeing each other in silence. As in a trance Steve turned off the water. The boys just stood there, not knowing what to say or do. As usual Michael was the first to react. Somehow he managed to produce a broad smile.
"Gee Robbie, guess you've caught us out."
"Yeah, suppose so."
Perhaps the situation was the most difficult for Robbie. He knew what he had just seen, he wasn't stupid. And he was no virgin either, but although he was twenty-three he had never seen anything like this. Two guys embracing, kissing, hell, Michael had even squeezed Steve's bum! What was there to say?
"Are you guys...?"
"Sure."
Michael started to laugh. It was hilarious. Here they were, butt naked, caught in the act, and poor Robbie... He just stood there looking at them, his buff body and cute face covered in mud, his mouth wide open.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You... you look so... dirty."
"Dirty? ME???"
It broke the tension. Now all three were laughing. And Michael immediately seized the opportunity. He walked up to Robbie and grabbed him by the hand.
"Come here, you need a shower."
Robbie was too surprised to resist. Michael pushed him under the shower and quickly turned it on. He grabbed a bar of soap and turned to Macca.
"Yeah, this boy is dirty. He needs a good scrub!"
Steve looked at his friend in astonishment. He strongly suspected what Michael intended to do. They had talked about their teammates often enough and agreed Robbie was cute. All right, he had flapping ears but he did have a terrific body. He was an inch smaller than Mike, yet he weighed more. And it was all muscle.
Slowly and with one hand Michael started to rub the soap over Robbie's back. He put his other hand on Robbie's shoulder, bent over and whispered in Fowler's ear.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna make you really clean."
Robbie could only mumble. The slow rubs felt really good, just like getting a massage. Nothing wrong with that. But subconsciously he felt that Michael was doing more than just washing him. He could feel it in his groin. The rubbing and the pressure of Mike's body were turning him on! And now Michael's hands were on his chest, soaping and rubbing. What was happening to him? Another guy was washing him like a baby, and his cock was getting stiff... He groaned.
Steve leaned against the wall, looking at the two young hunks. He saw Robbie getting hard and felt his own dick stiffen instantly. This was such a hot sight. He grabbed his big cock with both hands and started to jerk off. His strong hands went slowly up and down the shaft. It wasn't long before he was rockhard. He watched with open mouth as Michael's hands moved lower and lower on Robbie's chest.
Robbie couldn't resist Michael's motions. Perhaps he was too tired? Or perhaps he liked it too much. He leaned back, tossed his head and grunted.
"Oh yeah."
"Mmm, you like that, don't you?"
Michael hugged Robbie from behind and moved his soapy hands further down. Dangerously close.
"Oh Michael, please stop."
"Stop? No way, looks like you need it..."
His slippery hands came closer to Robbie's penis. It was now half-erect. Michael dropped the bar and put his hands around Robbie's cock. All the water and soap had made it really smooth. He gave it a little squeeze and then started to rub it. He could feel it stiffen in his hands and he could feel Robbie's heavy breath. His lips found their way to his friend's neck. Mike kissed it passionately.
"Mmmm, you like it, don't you Robbie?"
"Yes..."
Robbie loved those two strong hands on his stiff cock, squeezing it. And he loved the feel of Michael's tongue licking his neck. He felt his dick getting harder and the pressure in his balls. His arms reached backwards for Michael's bottom. He pulled his friend even closer, kneading the flesh. He felt so hot, his nuts started to ache.
"Oh yeah! Do it to me Michael!"
Owen jerked faster and faster for minutes. Robbie began to moan louder and felt he was coming close.
"Oh Michael! I'm gonna cum!"
He backed into Michael, grabbed his cock with both hands, one final stroke and he shot.
"Aaaaahhhh!!!"
Huge streams of cum gushed from his big dick. It spat all over the walls. Robbie groaned and sighed; he could feel his knees shake. That was the biggest load he ever shot.
"Mmmmmm..."
"Oh yes, Robby, you horny boy! That was good, wasn't it?"
Michael grabbed his exhausted friend by the shoulders, spun him around and kissed him on the lips. It was a long French kiss. Suddenly they felt two more hands on their bodies. Steve stood next to them and embraced them both.
"You guys are crazy! That was some show... Now it's my turn..."
"No way!" Michael cried. "It's mine! I've only taken so far. Now I want to give!"
Steve smiled a wry smile and looked at Robbie.
"You've heard him. I guess it's pay back-time."
Robbie looked at them, not quite knowing what they expected of him. After what Michael had just done to him he didn't think it would be too bad though. But the look in Michael's eyes worried him; he had never seen him like that. Like he wanted to tear him to pieces.
"Robbie. On your knees!"
"What?"
"You heard me!"
Michael put his hands on Robbie's shoulders and pushed him down. Boy, he's really strong, Robbie thought. Before he knew it he was kneeling on the floor, facing Michael's crotch. Mike's big cock was already at half-mast. Instinctively Robbie opened his mouth and started to lick.
"Oh yeah, that's it. Lick my big dick!"
As in a trance Robbie put his lips over the piss-slit. Then with one wild thrust Michael shoved his cock in. Jerking Robbie off had made him so incredibly hot, he desperately needed to relieve himself. He pushed further until his cock was all the way in, making Robbie choke. It was almost more than Robbie could take. All sorts of thoughts raced through his mind. What if someone was to walk in, seeing him like this, deep throating Owen? It would be the end. He closed his eyes as he felt Michael's balls slap against his chin.
Macca watched the scene with mixed feelings. It was sure hot to see Mike ram his cock up poor Robbie's throat. That got him even stiffer. But hell, he wanted some too! And after all, he was entitled to it. He was the eldest of the lot, Michael was his, so Robbie was too! He bent down and grabbed Robbie under the chest and pulled him up.
"What?"
"On all fours! I'm joining in!"
He manoeuvred Robbie in the right position. He loved the sight of Fowler's virgin ass. It was not as big as his own, but it sure looked yummy. And what a glorious pink hole! He felt it with his fingers, all the sweat, soap and water had already made it slippery. He shoved one finger up it.
"Hey! Stop it!"
"Oh Robbie, you don't know what you've missed... You'll love it!"
His finger went in very easily. For a moment Steve suspected Robbie might not be a virgin after all. But his protestations showed otherwise. He gave his dick a few strokes till it was really stiff and placed it against the butt hole.
"Please Steve, don't."
But he did. With all the strength in his body he pushed his long big cock up Robbie's tight rectum. It was tighter than he had thought.
"Aaaahh!"
Robbie cried in pain and anxiety. What was happening to him? Only fifteen minutes ago he had only had sex with girls. Hell, he had a girlfriend! And now a boy had jerked him off, he had had a penis in his mouth and now he had one up his bum! It hurt like hell, but he did nothing to get away. He just stood there, on hands and feet, feeling Steve's big dick sliding in and out of his anus. Why was he doing this? And now Michael's cock was dangling in his face again. My God, these boys were going to fuck him at both ends! He opened his mouth to shout and immediately Mike's dick slid in again.
"Come on, suck it baby!"
Michael Owen felt great. The company of other hot young guys always made him hot. Having sex with Steve was always great. But having a guy suck his cock here, in the same shower-room where he marvelled at the sight of all the others' bums, was a novel experience. And Robbie was no expert obviously, but ramming his cock up that cute mouth was super! Those beautiful lips around his big dick, it felt terrific. And watching Steve fucking his butt made him even hotter. This was the horniest thing they had ever done together. It made his cock stiffer than ever.
At the other end Steve rammed even harder. He rode Robbie's tight hole like his life depended on it, slapping his gorgeous bubble butt.
"Oh yes! Take it Robbie! Take it all!"
Poor Robbie didn't know what hit him. He felt all sorts of new sensations, new pains. Steve's big rod riding in and out of his ass really hurt. But it gave him another feeling too, one he had never had before. Each time that monster rammed in he could feel it, in his stomach, in his nuts. It felt awkward and really good. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. Michael's dick gagged him. And that felt pretty good too.
Steve fucked Robbie harder than he had ever dared to fuck Michael. Mike's hand-job had so intoxicated him with lust he just rammed and rammed. Watching it turned Michael on so much he tried to keep up with the pace, shoving his cock deeper up Robbie's throat. And Robbie took it like a man. The three boys were completely absorbed by their three-way. If a bomb had exploded they probably wouldn't have noticed. And they certainly didn't notice the two dark-haired naked studs walking into the showers.
Both of them couldn't believe what they saw. The elder, Kalle Riedle, had never seen anything like it before, even though he was thirty-three. And he didn't quite know what to do. He could hardly intervene, he should probably just walk away. But he couldn't. As if he hadn't noticed he just got under another showerhead, turned on the water and tried to look away.
The younger guy, Patrik Berger, did no such thing. He walked up to the trio, smiling from ear to ear. This sight was better than his hottest dream! And he wasn't going to waste this golden opportunity... He got behind Michael, put his arms around his muscular body and grabbed him by his strong pecs. With a heavy Czech accent and a voice full of lust he whispered in his ear.
"Yeah Michael, that's it! Fuck his mouth!"
Patrik was the tallest of them all, so he got a good view of everything. And he liked what he saw. He was a really beautiful young man, with long wavy black hair, a strikingly handsome face with angular cheekbones and gorgeous dark eyes. He had joined Liverpool two years ago and had been celibate ever since. In Prague it had been easy enough to find boys to play with, but here, in Victorian England? No chance! And now this happened. It made his huge dick stiffen faster than he had ever experienced. He pressed his hairy chest against Michael's back and groaned.
"Yeah! Give to him!"
"Yes! Suck me Robbie!"
"Yeah, suck big cock!"
Meanwhile Steve rammed Robbie's rectum harder, deeper and faster. He could feel he was getting close. His balls ached, his spine felt like it was going to snap, his whole body got tense. He made a few more wild thrusts and pulled his cock out. He grabbed it with his strong hands and without having to jerk he spurted.
"Oooooh!!!!"
Bucket-loads of cum shot all over Robbie's red ass and back and were instantly washed away.
"Aaaah!"
Steve sat down immediately on the shower floor. He felt knackered. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. This was some orgasm. The best he had had since he had busted Michael's cute cherry. He smiled, thinking of his own worries about the other guys walking in. Mikey had taken the risk and, as usual, it had paid off. He opened his eyes and looked at his young lover, still face-fucking poor little Robbie. Yes, getting Michael Owen was the best thing that had ever happened to him!
Michael was close too, but he didn't want to come yet. It felt so good, Robbie's lips around his dick and Patrik's hands all over his chest. Now he even felt Pat's tongue in his neck. Hell, he wanted this to last forever. He looked away and his eyes met Steve's. They smiled at each other, broad, loving smiles. That did it. The tension in his crotch mounted as his cockhead rammed the back of Robbie's throat. He shouted in ecstasy and shot.
"YEAH!"
Waves of cum shot out, straight into Robbie's mouth. Michael took his cock out and started to jerk. More semen squirted all over Fowler's face.
"Oh my God!!!"
Michael leaned back in Patrik's strong arms. For a moment he felt like he was going to faint. Then he felt Patrik's mouth close to his ear.
"Oh yes Michael, that was good!"
"YES!"
Patrik started to lick his young friend's ear. He was really horny by now. No way was he going to leave this place without having sex too. And he knew whom he was going to have it with. He grabbed and pinched Mikey's athletic body. His big cock was fully erect now and it got stiffer every time it rubbed against Michael's tight boy butt.
"Phwoar!!!"
At last Robbie could speak. Expressing how he felt was a different matter though. His ass felt so awkward, it was so wide and it still hurt so much. And his jaws hurt too. Those guys had really done him. But all the fucking had made him horny again! He could hardly get up, but he could grab his cock. To his amazement he only had to take it in his hands and he came again!
"SHIT! AAAHHHH!!!"
A huge bow of cum shot out of his sore dick. It splashed right on Michael's belly.
"Yeah! Serves you right, you little fucker!"
"Mmmmm..."
Michael grinned at him and made his familiar gesture, rubbing his hands like he was about to eat a chocolate-bar. Robbie had seen him do so often enough, but this time it gave him a glowing feeling in his stomach. It reminded him of when he had met his girlfriend for the first time. Christ, what was happening to him? How could he feel like this? For Michael??? He sat down next to Steve.
"You liked that, didn't you Robbie?"
Robbie didn't answer. He just sat there, looking at Michael and Patrik. They sure made a pretty pair. And suddenly he saw their other teammate, quietly washing himself in the corner as if they weren't here. Hell, he hadn't even noticed Kalle coming in. He nudged at Steve and pointed at the hunky German. They laughed. Steve put his arm around Robbie's shoulder and pulled him towards him.
Now Patrik was through playing. He kissed Michael's neck once more and whispered.
"Michael, I want you. I want you since I came here."
Michael turned around. Boy, Patrik was really handsome. As if he hadn't noticed. But like this, all wet, so horny and so stiff, that was something else. And the guy was hung like a horse! He ruffled his friend's long hair and gave him a passionate kiss on his full lips. Pat gestured to him and Michael realised what he wanted. And he wanted it too. He quickly lay down on the slippery floor. Berger towered above him and looked down in expectation.
"Boy, you so beautiful Michael!"
He went down on his knees and shoved Owens legs wide apart. Then he lifted them up and took a good look at his aim. And it looked so good. He sighed at the sight of Owens delicious pink pucker. He bent over and started to finger it.
"Mmmm, yeah," Michael whispered. To give Patrik better access to his hungry hole he rested his legs on Pat's shoulders. Feeling those fingers probing his ass was so hot, he felt the pressure in his crotch return. Crazy! He had just shot this amazing load and now he was getting stiff again. Patrik noticed it too. When Mike's hole felt loose enough he jerked his big fat dick. It was rockhard in no time. He put it against Michael's hole and started to push.
"Oh no!"
Little by little Patrik shoved his huge cock up Michael's tight butt. It made Mike twist with pain and lust. He had had it up the ass often enough, but even Steve's long dick was nothing compared to this monster! It filled his hole completely, pushing against his prostate gland. My God, it felt as if it was going to tear him apart.
Patrik pushed further and further. He hadn't had a piece of ass since he came over here and had almost forgotten how tight it could be. Hell, some boys couldn't even take his rod at all! He looked up and saw the pain in Michael's eyes. For a moment he paused.
"You right?"
"Yeah," Michael lied. "Give it to me."
Pat shoved deeper until he was all the way in. God, it was so tight it made his cock ache. He kept still until the pain subsided and started to fuck. Very, very slowly at first. He didn't want to hurt his young lover too much. But as Michael's ass muscles loosened he increased his pace.
"Oh yes, fuck me Pat!"
"Take it! Take big cock!"
"Aaah!!! It's so big!"
"Yeah! You like big cock?"
"Yes! Fuck me!"
"Yeah!"
Steve McManaman and Robbie Fowler still sat against the wall, watching Patrik slowly fucking Michael. But they also saw their other teammate. Karlheinz Riedle had been under the shower all this time and was the cleanest player in Liverpool history by now. He had pretended to notice nothing, but had obviously heard all the noise his horny mates made. Steve turned to Robbie and whispered something in his ear. Fowler looked at him incredulously.
"Kalle? No chance."
"Come on, we can't leave him on his own, can we?"
Steve got up and grabbed Robbie by the hand. He tried to pull him up, but sitting on the cold marble floor had made him quite stiff.
"My, I feel terrible."
"Get up. This'll make you feel a lot better..."
Robbie rose and they slowly walked up to Kalle. He must have noticed it, because he turned and looked them down.
"Wot do you want?" he asked. He was another great looking guy. Dark brown hair, a very attractive face with beautiful dark eyes that always seemed to smile. He could easily have passed for an Italian, although his accent was still very German. After all, he had only joined Liverpool last year in what was the weirdest transfer in football history. His old club Borussia Dortmund had just won their first ever European Cup, with him scoring twice in the final, and out of deep gratitude they had let him go... But he didn't mind. Playing here had been great and life in England had agreed with him. Up to today anyway, because the sight of those two naked guys getting closer and closer really frightened him.
"We want you," said Steve. He now stood inches away from him and moved his hand towards Kalle's hairy chest.
"Hey, get your hands off me!" Riedle protested. But Steve had lost all his usual caution. Hell, if Robbie could be had, anybody could! He gently touched Kalle's body. It felt terrific, so strong, so muscular, a real man's body. Steve gasped and started to run his hands up and down Kalle's thorax.
And just like Robbie had, Karlheinz just stood there. He was married, he was a young father, but he was also horny as hell. All the sex around him had turned him on far more than he cared to admit. The obscene sounds Michael made in the background, as Patrik's huge dick rammed his ass, rang in his ears. And Steve's strong hands on his chest felt so exciting. This guy really knew what he was doing. Rubbing his body, pinching his stiff nipples, playing with his chest hair. My God, it gave him an erection! He prayed nobody would notice. But Robbie had.
"Steve look! He loves it..."
Steve looked down and didn't waste a second. Before Kalle realised it, Macca was down on his knees, licking his tense hairy balls.
"Mein Gott," he murmured. He couldn't believe he needed it this bad. And Steve was obviously an expert cocksucker. He licked Kalle's stiff shaft and purple knob with great gusto. It made Riedle so hot he forgot his apprehension and bent over. He put his hands around Steve's head and pulled him closer to his crotch. That was all the encouragement Steve needed. He opened his hungry mouth as wide as he could and went for the kill.
"Oh ja! Suck me!"
Kalle looked down in amazement. Steve's face was now flat against his body and his dick was all the way in. That was something his wife had never managed. And she had had plenty of practise. He shook his head, closed his eyes and just let everything happen. He didn't care anymore, it just felt natural to him.
Now Robbie was the one who felt left out. Behind him Patrik was still fucking Michael with wild thrusts and now even Karlheinz was getting it. He was not given to sulking, but what was there to do? Without thinking he walked around his two teammates and stood behind Kalle. Even from behind the German looked stunning. Those broad shoulders, that smooth back and those tight buns, all tight and tense as Kalle fucked Steve's face. It was a terrific sight. Robbie knew what he wanted: he knelt and buried his face deep in Kalle's arse.
At the other side of the shower Michael Owen was beside himself. Every time Patrik's schlong rammed his prostate it made him cry with pleasure. All the pain of the entry had given way to a feeling of sheer ecstasy. He loved that huge cock up his tight chute, he wanted to be screwed forever.
"Yes! Fuck my ass!"
Patrik was now right above him, his hands next to Michael's body as if he were doing push-ups. His long hair hung in front of his eyes, he was sweating all over. And each time he looked up and saw Michael's pretty face and the lust in his eyes it made him pump harder and deeper. Man, it had been so long, and now he was fucking this demi-god. Michael Owen, idol of millions, only eight-teen years old and he took it like a pro! He could feel his eyes get humid. Was it sweat or the water that still gushed down from the shower. Or could it be? Nay, never! He tried not to think and thrust his big dick even deeper up Michael's hole.
"Aaahhh! Give it to me!"
"Yeah! Take it!"
It did feel like it lasted forever. Two young hunks totally consumed with lust, two sweaty bodies melting together. But Patrik was close to the edge. He could feel his whole body starting to shiver. His veins felt like they were about to burst.
"My God! I come!"
"Yes! Shoot it Pat!"
Berger now felt his balls bulge.
"ANO!!! MUJ NEBE!!!"
And Patrik erupted like never before. A sea of cum squirted into Michael's sore bowels. Pat felt the explosion everywhere, in his cock, his balls, his back, his knees.
"YEAH!" Michael shouted in delight, as his exhausted friend collapsed on top of him. For someone who had just been fucked senseless he felt remarkably fit. He put his arms around Patrik and hugged him.
"That was great Pat. You can fuck my ass any time..."
"I will Michael, I will."
Their lips met and they kissed long and lovingly. It felt like they were in a king-size bed with silk sheets, not on a cold wet shower-floor. Kalle Riedle could see it perfectly from his side of the room. And it looked so romantic. Those two gorgeous young studs slobbering like a honeymoon-couple. Who'd ever have thought the sight of THAT would have turned him on so much. Come to think of it, who'd ever have dreamt that one day he'd be sucked by a guy, with another tonguing his ass. And that he would love every moment of it...
He reached behind his back and grabbed Robbie by the neck. He shoved his face deeper in his ass. Feeling that wet tongue in his crack was really wonderful. He should try that at home. Kalle shoved his dick all the way up Steve's throat. Fancy anyone giving such a blowjob, let alone a man. This day was full of surprises.
"Ja! Suck me Macca!"
Now it was Kalle who dictated things, first thrusting forward, ramming his stiff cock up Steve's mouth, then backing into Robbie's face. And his thrusts got wilder and his tempo increased. He could feel his dick get so stiff, it was a wonder Steve could handle it. A really BIG wonder... He looked over his shoulder and could see the top of Robbie's head.
"That's it, eat my ass baby."
Yes, he loved that tongue up his novice crack and that tight cavity around his erect dick. These boys knew how to get a guy hot. Hotter than he had felt for a long time. He ran his hands over his abdomen and his pecs. Christ, those guys were going to make him come! He could feel the pressure in his balls. His prostate felt like it was going to explode.
"Oh mein Gott! Ich komme!"
Steve withdrew and looked up. He liked what he saw. Kalle taking his stiff cock in his hands, jerking the big shaft and breathing heavily. Two more short jerks and then he came.
"JAAA!!!"
Thick wads shot right into Steve's face.
"OH JA!"
Kalle felt worn out. But seeing Steve made him forget it instantly. He looked ridiculous. The redhead's face was dripping with semen. Kalle couldn't help it, he burst into laughter. He quickly pulled up his teammate and shoved him under the shower. Then he turned around.
"Robbie, get up."
Fowler stood up. He was totally dog-tired. This session was more exhaustive than Roy Evans' had been. But it had been far more fun too.
"Did you like that?"
"Yeah. You're great."
They embraced. Robbie put his arms around Kalle's waist and put his head on his shoulder. It felt so nice Riedle almost instinctively put his lips on his young friend's cheek.
"Yes, really great."
EPILOGUE
Roy Evans looked out of his office-window in surprise. He thought the boys had long gone home. But there they were, all five of them, carrying their large bags, walking to their sports-cars. What on earth had taken them so long? Well, they certainly looked clean. But he had never seen them so exhausted too.
"Hell," he thought, "I really shouldn't have fagged them."
THE END