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De Gea and Carrick have some fun in the shower
This story has absolutely no real connection to either David de Gea or Michael Carrick. Any names or suggestions are for your reading and enjoyment only
OH MY GOOD GOD....Manchester United, eight points ahead of Manchester City and seemingly cruising towards their 20th title had just fucked up their season good and proper this evening when they had lost to Wigan Athletic, who for the entire season had been fighting relagation. A shock win for Wigan at Anfield didn't come close to them defeating United and the players, quite frankly on both sides were equally stunned. The Wigan players, because they had done the mission impossible, while for United, they comtemplated a pathetic performance without the midfield maestro Paul Scholes who was rested. If anything, this was more worrying for United fans in the sence that if Scholes had not returned in 2012 to play for the Premier League champions, just where would they have been on the league table...
The loss came even at a worse cost for their young Spanish goalkeeper, David de Gea. He had endured a nightmare opening to his first season in England, and that incredible flop which costed United in games against Blackburn and against Liverpool was something he had thought he had placed behind him with some terrific, if not insane saves in his last 8 games. If not for De Gea, United would have lost 4-0 to Blackburn Rovers, with them even further in the relagation mire than Wigan. For the first time in 8 games, De Gea had let in a goal, and even after his great form had saved United more often than not, that night he suddenly slipped back into the depression that had caught im at the end of the previous year.
David and fellow teenager teammate Phil Jones had been in a romantic relationship ever since David had rejected the advances of Michael Owen two weeks before. Michael was unable to keep in dick in check with David alone, and that was the last the young Spaniard could handle. In Phil Jones, he found himself a equally young partner who he came to love very much, who was always by his side and defended him against the barrage of attacks from the dissatisfied Manchester United faifhful especially after the Champions League exit. Together they were for four straight months, until David found out that Phil had cheated on him with Liverpool player Jordan Henderson, and immediately broke the relationship off. He couldn't stand people who were so two fucking faced! He broke this off with his girlfriend Edurne, stating that he wanted to concentrate on his football first. But David had not had sexual relations with anyone but himself for over four months now. He was like a ticking timebomb...
After the Wigan match, the United players just showered and changed as quick as they could, wanting to forget this game ever happened. As usual, David did his best to ignore the seriously hung cocks of both Rio Ferdinand and Ashley Young, also the thick and meaty dick of Wayne Rooney in his naked glory, as his eyes fell on the elegant, graceful, slender and almost angelic body of Michael Carrick. Grossly underated from the fans to the United cause, David allowed his eyes to just quickly snatch a glimp of Michael's six pack abs, the trail of finely trimmed body hair that followed all the way down to his groin, where a perfect 'v' shape combo resulted in a bush full of pubic hair and a packed 4 inch flaccid cock that was positively begging to be played with. David closed his eyes and focused on the next match against Aston Villa, anything to keep his own 7 inch hard dick from rising to the occasion. But the moment that Michael Carrick came along, his dick swaying from side to side, David knew he had been spotted looking.
"Bad match tonight, innit? We just couldn't fucking get going," Michael started to make small talk, soaping up his muscular arms, dripping wet with bubbles of shower gel.
"Uhm...yeah, I guess. Gutted to concede a goal against after so many games," David said.
"Hey mate, I've been here six years, I've literally seen it all. No use in going to ground about losing tonight. You pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again."
"Yeah, if you say so. After all the crap written about me, I thought I would be able to handle it, but after tonight..."
Michael smiled and gently placed his hand on David's muscular shoulder. He could feel the results of all the training and vigourous work outs that David had been putting in. He casted his eye down the youngster's hard, chiseled eight pack. Oh to be 21 again!! Michael could also feel the stress build up caused by the David's first encounter with winning titles stored in those young shoulders. Gently he walked up straight behind David and placed both hands on his shoulders.
"Michael...por que...?"
"Relax mate, Im not gonna hurt you," Michael said before he started massaging David's wet shoulders. The latter started to sigh as he felt the tensions of the past couple of days simply melt away. Michael was starting to get more than a litle boned up, with this sexy young fucker standing infront of him. He grinned slyly and leaned in towards David's neck, where he gently placed a tender kiss. Immedaitely he could feel David's body shudder and stiffen at the same time. He kissed David's neck again, this time allowing his lips to linger on that little collarbone spot, making sure David could feel his warm breath against his naked skin.
"Tell me, mate...is it true what I've been hearing about you and Phil?"
David knew that he could say no, he could deny everything which Michael allegedly had heard...but he also knew that he has already given the answer away by allowing Michael to kiss him.
"So...what has Jonesy got which I haven't? I mean, Im a good looking guy, I have a 8 inch prick and not a half bad body either...so...?"
David finally got some movement in his body, and he turned around defiantly to look at Michael through the drops of water which was still pouring onto them.
"The difference is that Phil and I loved eachother until he cheated on me with Henderson!" David almost yelled.
"Mmmm, I can understand why though. Jordan Henderson is a fucking sexy dude. But here I am, my hands on your tall body while washing you wash your georgous, muscular arms and those hot pecs..."
That was enough to David de Gea to make his choice. He was horny, and his rock hard 7 inch dick proved that. it had been FOUR months!!!
Michael grabbed David and pulled him into a strong hug, with his arms going around the Spaniard's lanky, thin frame. He once again kissed David's neck before the latter pounced on him as the two Manchester United footballer's lips met in a passionate, almost needy kiss. Michael took the time to caress his hands all over David upper chest and stomach muscles, feeling and wanting those ripples of teenage flesh underneath. David de Gea was a seriously underated hottie! Michael never allowed himself to let go of of David's lips as two desperate tongues almost flew into eachother's mouths, seeking the attention of the other. Michael reached upwards to run his fingers through David's thick ash brown hair as he pulled him closer. He felt the wet texture of the hair between his fingers, as he moved more downwords he suddenly released the kisss, tracing David's overgrown beard with his fingertips.
"Why the fuck haven't we done this before, mate?" Michael laughed and kissed David again, pushing the younger man now fully against the shower wall. He just couldn't get enough os the so-called forbidden fruit.
"Because the fans and our teammates will kill us?" David groaned as Michael finally allowed him to catch some much needed air after steeling his breath away with the England man wanting those full lips.
Michael started to grind the lower half of his body into the smaller frame od David, exciting moans from the former Atletico Madrid man, from deep within his chest. Michael then took hold of David's by now steel hard Spanish cock. To David's amazement, Michael Carrick leaned down, caressing David's strong thighs and inner flesh as he did so. Now it was De Gea's turn to grab onto Michael's sexy brown hair, swiping his fingers through it, making it stand tall and proud, really giving Carrick a rugged, handsome, bad boy look as his cock grew ever stiffer.
"FUUUUCK!!!" David moaned, thrusting his head backwards, his eyes rolling back in their sockets, so wonderfully overwhelming it felt to have his dock back inside a warm mouth. Michael couldn't get enough of the youngster's hard and manly cock as he kept driving it into his mouth, kept sucking faster, more urgent, wanting the juicy nectar within. The water that was still pouring over them made for an interesting view if anyone could imagine it. The water splashing onto David's chest, running downwards over his rock hard eight pack, dripping into his thick bush of pubes and into the mouth of Michael Carrick who was sucking the Spaniard hard prick. Michael thouroughly enjoyed the texture he felt underneath his experienced tongue. He licked and suckled at David's cockhead, penetrating the piss slit, tasting the deliciously young pre juices that seemed to just pour out of the young cock. Michael reached underneath to play with David's balls, taking both into one hand, rolling them around firmly but gently, wanting to tell them to unleash their torrent of goodness he knew was to come. David's chest was started to heave up and down, up and down faster and faster, as he tried his best to pro long his cum. His dick felt like it was enveloped inside a velvet wollen coat, caressed and enjoyed to the max.
David's young balls couldn't keep his torture up for much longer and Michael felt the youngster's cock jumping and getting hotter as he yet again glided his tongue over De Gea's length. David arched his back and started to feel that tingling sensation inside his young balls, as he grabbed Michael's hair and pressed it firmly down on his crotch.
"Ohhhhh fuck...oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...gonna fucking cummmm..." David moaned desperately and his balls couldn't hold it any more. De Gea blasted his sweet, young, white protein directly inside of Michael Carrick's mouth. Oh, the slippery and creamy flavour of young sperm! Michael tried his best to gobble up everything he could get his mouth on, but Good Lord, there was just too much of that Spanish cream produced. He swallowed for the last time, licking his lips to fully savour the taste and essence that was David de Gea. After the thick substance had finally gone down to his stomach, Michael grabbed David and layed another passionate kiss on him. It was so gentle and caring that David thought he might pass out before another great idea crossed his mind.
"We got a few more minutes...please Michael...fuck the shit out of me!" he pleaded to the georgeous England midfielder. Michael's cock, which was at breaking point already, just shot up to red fucking alert as he faced the prospect of fucking the no doubt tight ass of David de Gea. The latter ran his hands through his water drenched hair, making stick upwards in a very sexy, devilish manner. Quickly they turned the shower off and David led the way to the benches that was stacked in the middle of the lockerroom. The Manchester United goalkeeper turned around, while facing the Manchester United mildfielder and kneeled down on his knees with his hands stretched out infront of him...a facinating sight for any gay man out there.
"Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me NOW!" David pleaded, for fuck's sake, his ass has been tingling for over four months since he and Phil Jones last had a fuck. Michael made sure he had some soap to glide over his hands, making them nice and slick. He then applied it towards his aching, and by now bursting circumsized 8 incher, standing loud and proud just waiting for David's ass. That same stiff cock lead the way as Michael positioned himself behind David and slowly plaed his cockhead at the entrance of his glimmering wet ass. With a slow sigh, he gently pressed and pushed his way in.
"MMMMM yeah....si Amigo!" David whispered in Spanish as his hole was completely penetrated by Michael's long cock. It took a while for the pain to subside, but Michael was very gentle with his goalkeeper. He caressed the younger man's back before lightly started to thrust in and out of the tight ass that he had his cock buried in. Carrick then really started to plunge his dick inside the 21 year old's ass, holding onto De Gea's sides and grunting with every stroke. Carrick's balls continued to slap against David's bum, with the vigor in which he fucked him. David started to toss his prick off, as his ass was being used at will. Michael was positively raping David with his steel hard cock until he pulled David upwards towards him.
"Im gonna fucking cum..."
Michael Carrick threw David de Gea back onto to the bench and really started to fuck in and out of his ass. His prick was a lightning blur as he fucked David good and proper. He smalled the cock into the warm orifice over and over, his hard stick raging inside his ass. David screamed out in utter exstacy as his insides was flooded with Carrick's virile, slimy sperms. Michael's pumped his cock as deep in De Gea's leaking ass as far as it would go, before falling on top of David in his exhausted frame, breathing in and out deeply. That also did it for David the second time round, as his intence wanking of his dick came to a shattering climax, his white, think cum splashing over his hand and the lockerroom floor. Carrick then leaned underneath David and collected some of the Spaniard's cum, licking it off his fingers, tasting the sweet young goodness. He then kissed David's still wet hair before pulling his spent, cummy dick out of the latter.
"Now win us the title with your fucking crazy saves...and I'll let you and your skinny dick fuck me and Rio..." he said, wiping his hands over his sexy stomach.
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