Romeo

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Your boy Ryan is back with another story, because he was bored on a Saturday afternoon LOL.

Oh, and he MIGHT, just MIGHT have been having a good old wank about the one and only Romeo Beckham in his soccer uniform that inspired him to write this story...

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ROMEO CHAPTER ONE

"He shoots, he scores...GOAL!!!"

Kyle Mason stood tall, his chest bulking with pride, as his second goal of the afternoon went into the back of the net, with the late afternoon Miami sunshine literally baking on all those reserve players out there earning their moment for Ford Lauderdale's second-string soccer team.

Kyle, the vice-captain, ran over towards his best buddy on the team, which was midfielder, Jack Reacher, and hugged him tightly in sheer celebration. Only himself and Jack the knew the true identity of their friendship, the true meaning of two young twenty-year-old teenagers holding each other tightly, in anywhere apart from a football team.

Yeah, things were a little different nowadays for gay sportsmen, but unfortunately not a lot of soccer players had the guts still to come out as tragically living in fear of what might happen when they play for their respective teams, if they did so. There was not only the fans and their hatred and reactions and name calling to worry about but also whether or not your own teammates would allow and understand these kinds of stuff in the locker room.

Kyle couldn't think of one of their team mates who would be 100% comfortable in having a fellow teammate who happened to be gay, and also be ready to undress before them. Like it or not, said gay soccer player's eyes ARE going to dwindle, especially downwards, they simple couldn't help it.

As Ford Lauderdale B went 2-0 up and the match ended several minutes after, it was Jack who ecstatically hoisted Kyle on onto his shoulders as the few supporters who made the trip to watch the game applauded them off the field. Once back inside the locker room, there was all kinds of festivities and celebrations going on until the coach entered and thundered them quiet with his strict demeanor and total authority.

"Good game, guys, fantastic second half, especially Jack and Kyle, that assist was LIT! Okay, so what I didn't tell you, was that the coach of the first team, was there this afternoon. The reason I didn't wanna tell you was because I know you, there was no reason you would have won so convincingly if you knew you were being monitored for the first team. So...Jack and Kyle...you will be in the matchday team line up for the next first team game!"

For the following few minutes there was insane congratulations passed down, beer was poured and thrown over their heads, and just everything you would expect from those who played the beautiful game, who wanted to be happy for their teammates. This is what both had worked for so hard, this is what they both wanted, craved even.

Little did Kyle Mason know, that on that very same Ford Lauderdale First Team, he would meet someone who would change his life...forever.

**

"Yeah baby...oh God, yes..."

Kyle stretched out his lanky, tall body as he opened his legs even wider, so that Jack had even more access to his decent sized seven-inch soccer player cock.

Jack's cheeks were stuffed with pure meaty protein as he tried his best to gobble up his best buddy's dick with everything he could muster. Between the two of them, they had an understanding. When there wasn't anyone else available, this was what they did. Satisfy the other, as a feeling of mutual desire, friendship and respect.

Because for the love of God... no one on that team, and especially the first-string team, could know about all of this.

Jack slurped the dick before him, which he felt was getting harder and harder by the mere second. Kyle closed his eyes and gently grabbed jack's hair to guide him up and down that familiar path of pleasuring his twenty-year-old fuck stick. He could feel EVERY FUCKING touch of Jack's soft lips on his hard flesh and drove that cock into the latter's mouth ever further, still careful not to choke the guy he had so much brotherly love and camaraderie for.

"Suck my balls, dude..."

Jack smiled as he let go of his buddy's dick with a loud POP before scooting down and started nibbling on Kyle's babymakers. With his free hand he reached up and touched, caressed, damn well near worshipped Kyle's six pack abs that was displayed before him, feeling every ridge, every nook and cranny and getting harder by the second himself, in having those hard stomach muscles underneath his fingertips.

Kyle hissed as Jack devoured his balls one by one, first giving the left nut the fucking five-star treatment, it so thoroughly deserved, followed, by gobbling the right and swirling his tongue to get the absolute texture and flavour straight onto his excited tastebuds. Kyle was going ballistic above him, because if you had ever had your own balls sucked by another man...there was no way he could last much longer.

`Gonna cum bro..." Kyle hissed to Jack as his breath was coming faster and faster, his chest heaved with sheer anticipation and his sweaty hair fell over his eyes as his tried to hold out as long as he possibly could, but Jack was simply way too good at this.

Too skilled. Too fucking experienced. Kyle yelped as he felt his cock being encircled by Jack's free hand, with the other still gripping his desperate balls and his mouth still taking turns sucking on Mario and Luigi down there.

"Gonna cum...gonna cum all fucking over you..." Kyle murmured as he arched his tall body from the bed and volleyed GLOBS and GLOBS of virile soccer star sperm right into the fast-gripping gullet that belonged to Jack, who was JUST in time making it to taste the thick, slimy goodness that simply POURED from Kyle's red, wet seven incher.

The taste was almost like almond milk, only much, much more potent and Jack's eyes glimmered as his buddy's cum was savored and swirled around in his mouth before swallowing down as much as he fucking could. Jack finally lifted his mouth from Kyle's dick, quickly reacting to catch a few wayward droplets that had gotten away from him.

With the leaky, fast cooling substance on his fingers, he looked straight at Kyle before devouring that as well, the taste of his cum...man, Jack was addicted as hell. And who could blame him...Kyle Mason was the sexiest player on the second-string Ford Lauderdale team and he more than knew it. Any person, male or female, would be lucky if they would swallow and taste tasty Kyle's babymakers.

Kyle, tiredly and gently, laid down on his bed, his cock still on red alert and still dripping some watery residue, when he felt his buddy lay down next to him, his mouth still somewhat glimmering with the remains of Kyle's sperm.

"You excited to finally play in that first team, boy?" Jack asked, ever so casually lighting up a cigarette whilst doing so.

"Fuck yeah. Haven't worked this hard to stay in the damn reserves all my life. We deserve it, man. Yeah, this could be the start of something good. First Ford Lauderdale then Inter Miami and then fucking playing for the States. Work hard and it will happen. Life is good, buddy."

Jack grabbed his phone and went to town for a few moments whilst Kyle put his boxers back on. He and Jack shared this apartment as it was pretty close to the training ground as well as the Inter Miami stadium, which was the parent club of Ford Lauderdale Football association.

After a while he realized that it had been a few minutes since Jack had said anything, which was something that didn't happen very often. Low and behold, Jack was still on his phone as he finished getting fully dressed.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked as he ran a hand through his sparkling clean blond hair.

Jack lifted his finger upwards, signaling to Kyle for wait a minute, before he sat up, his eyes wild as saucers.

"Dude...do you realize who plays for the Ford Lauderdale first team? Do you actually have any idea?"

Kyle sniffed and sprayed some Axe on his torso, underneath his shirt.

"Who? David Beckham, perhaps?" he snickered, before sitting down next to Jack with his arm around his buddy's shoulder.

"God no...but his son does...Jesus..."

Kyle frowned and took the phone from Jack. He looked closely at the lineup of the previous FL team that played a match that past weekend. His eyes lit up as he saw the name of Romeo Beckham, who started on the substitutes bench and was brought into the game at half time.

Of course. Romeo Beckham. Whose daddy just so conveniently co-owned the Inter Miami franchise.

Well, this was brilliant. Just swell.

Himself, Kyle Fucking Mason, had to work his damn ass off to make it into the FL first team but because this punk was David Beckham's son, he got a free pass?? What the fuck? Kyle shook his head and passed the phone back to his friend.

"Fucking millionaire brat..." he murmured before standing up, with his balled-up hands burrowing inside his pockets.

"Correction, dude. Billionaires, more like it. His dad is fucking loaded and oh my god, I'd still bend over for his Daddy David cock, I swear. But I didn't realize how hot his son was. Did you see this?"

Kyle scoffed in irritation.

"Always thought his son was a photographer," he murmured, still pissed about what he had just find out.

"That's Brooklyn Beckham, the oldest one. I'm talking Romeo Beckham, bro. Holy shit, he's so fucking hot, I'd swear I'll cum just while saying his name..."

Jack googled Romeo Beckham and as several pictures of the lad made their way onto the phones screen, he offered it to Kyle, who showed his best friend the finger in sheer utter disgust.

"Hey, what did I do?" Jack asked, in total confusion.

Kyle gritted his teeth and took the phone from his bestie. He looked down and saw the numerous pictures of the well-known middle Beckham boy.

A little tremor dashed through his heart and his chest as his eyes flashed over the pictures. Little brat...unfortunately he was a sexy little brat...one of the most beautiful boys Kyle Mason had ever...EVER seen as a matter of fact...he shook his head and stared back at Jack.

"I'll say it again. You realize that we had to work out asses off just to get any sort of recognition and this little cocky English twink gets his opportunity way before us just because his daddy is David Beckham? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Jack swallowed and stood up, gently placing his hand on Kyle's shoulder. He has known his teammate and best friend for about five years now since they had started together at the FL academy...and he knew when Kyle was joking and when he was serious...and times like right now...when he was upset as hell.

"Kyle, brother, we're gonna be on the same team as him. We're gonna have to train with Romeo Beckham...and Jesus Christ...see him naked in the showers after...DUDE! Are you kidding me? Who cares who he is? Look at him! He's sexy as hell!"

Kyle shook his head and walked to the window. His body felt like it was moving on its own.

"What has that gotta do with...Doesn't matter, Jack. He's in that team because he's a Beckham. Nothing more. I'd give my balls to say I bet the brat hasn't even got half the talent we have put together and yet we had to wait for some miracle to happen and Beckham Junior gets a free ride? HELL NO!"

Jack sat back down and rolled his eyes. He stared back at his phone. Romeo Beckham...almost the exact same age as them...same team as them...sharing the same shower and locker room as them...

His cock was hard, as hard could be. This boy was so beautiful, he actually made Jack's teeth hurt.

Licking his lips and his heart beating more than super-fast, he wondered how the twink would look like all sweaty and dirty after an afternoon out there on the pitch...

**

"Jack, I'm open! Jack, over here!"

Jack miraculously, with several opposing players around him, managed to pass Kyle the ball at the last minute, taking a tumble for his trouble. Kyle swanked, swayed away from his opponents and on sheer adrenaline, he dribbled past three of Ford Lauderdale's defenders before encircling the last defender and shooting it across to the opposite side of the goalkeeper.

FUCK! What a save. Jesus. That was almost in.

Kyle closed his eyes and sighed. It was only a training session, but he wanted, desperately wanted to make a good impression on the coaches and management if he could. Afterall, his last name wasn't fucking Beckham.

Jack assisted another goal for one of Kyle's fellow strikers before the coaches signaled that there were changes to be made to the playing squad on the pitch.

"Reacher, off, Beckham, you're on!"

Kyle wiped the sweat from his brow.

Wait, what?

He was fully expecting to be withdrawn...never Jack, who had an excellent game...and his eyes narrowed as he saw his bestie was trying his best to ignore the...well, let's be brutally honest, the very, very handsome nineteen-year-old lad who was patiently standing on the touchline ready to replace him on the pitch.

Jack shook hands with Romeo Beckham and Kyle turned away. No doubt Jack won't be washing that hand in a long, long time and jack off with it later on tonight. Jesus.

Romeo jogged onto the pitch shouting orders to several players that the coaching staff must have told him to pass on. Kyle gritted his teeth. Little rich ass twink fucker. He would admit, reluctantly, that the boy was incredibly handsome, even girl like almost, but he was very much a boy, as the more than decent bulge inside his soccer shorts revealed as he jogged to the opposite side of the pitch.

Growing up, and rewatching old videos of Romeo's dad David Beckham playing the beautiful game, the number of times that Kyle had masturbated to the shirtless image of that man...he shook his head and tried his best to focus on the game.

Now that Jack was on the bench, it was Romeo's job as a midfielder, to supply him the passes in order to score a goal, so he had to be alert as fuck.

After about ten, eleven minutes out there, Romeo suddenly used his incredible speed, and played an absolute belter of a pass to an already forward running Kyle and the latter grabbed the one chance he had been waiting for the whole training session.

Romeo played a blinder and as the ball reached Kyle, all he had to do is tap it into the empty net as the goalkeeper was caught COMPLETELY off-guard in the sudden gameplay. Jack could be seen shouting in celebration as he supported his buddy, and as Kyle gave him a thumbs up in return, he saw that Romeo was RIGHT in front of him.

"Wicked, mate! Great goal!" he said, in his typical cockney British accent, before holding out his hand in a fist bump.

Kyle was in two minds, suddenly and unexpectedly. If this was any of his other teammates...but this was Romeo Beckham. The boy who supposedly had things too easy, because his dad was the owner of Inter Miami. The boy who had everything he ever wanted on a seemingly silver fucking platter. The boy who was so God damn beautiful that it almost felt illegal to look at him...

Kyle bit his bottom lip and returned Romeo's fist bump before turning around and getting on with things. His heart was beating faster than that of a hamster, he felt, my god, this was insane. No way was he attracted to Romeo Beckham. Not even in the slightest. Nah uh.

Get those thought the hell outta your head RIGHT now.

No way. No way, no how.

**

Kyle removed his shirt so that his sweaty, glimmering six pack was shown to the humidity of the locker room as the training session was finally over.

In the end, the coaches chose to keep him on the pitch for the entire duration on the game and holy shit, did they grill his ass. It felt like he had just played Extra Time in the damn Champions League final, he was so incredibly tired. He spotted Jack talking to...guess who...in the corner of the room and he immediately turned away from them.

The quicker he got out of here, the better. This afternoon has been a weird one. To say the very least.

Naked as the day he was born, Kyle Mason had undressed and stood underneath the hot showers and he already felt a million times better. He washed his ass and as always, grinned as he realized none of his new teammates had any idea how much he loved to get fucked...well, apart from Jack, but since it was him doing the actual fucking, he didn't count.

Numerous others joined him under the showers and congratulated him on a fantastic first training session with the FL first team. Kyle wanted to beam and shout his happiness to the world, but he knew this was soccer, this was America...he had to remain as straight acting as humanly possible if he wanted to make a career out of sport in any shape or form.

His abs shone as he poured more shower gel over his body and closed his eyes as the warm water streamed over his young twenty-year-old figure. This was the fucking life; I could so get used to this...he thought before he felt a warm hand on his shoulder...

"Sorry mate, just wanted to say that your pal Jack had a phone call and he had to go home, he asked me to tell you...you alright?"

Jesus.

Holy mother of...

Before Kyle's eyes could help themselves, they betrayed him. They travelled down, against his will, down to the torso in front of him.

Fucking hell, how ripped was this kid? Nineteen years of age and with eyes to die for...man oh man...that cock...that soft cock had to be at least about four and a half inches and he could only image how that thing could look like completely hard...and in the meantime, Romeo Beckham was staring at him as if he was concussed or something...

Kyle cleared his throat and forced himself to harden. Facially, not his groin. Heaven forbid.

"Uhm, yeah, thanks. Wonder what could have happened?" he eventually said, what he hoped, was quietly and confidently as possible.

No matter how Romeo looked aesthetically...and boy, he looked good, he was still the enemy. He was a Beckham. Silver platter. Gotta remember that. You EARNED your spot here. He didn't.

To make matters even worse, if that was at all possible, Romeo smiled, his teeth showing, and admittedly, some of them were a little skew...and Kyle smiled internally. So, Romeo Beckham wasn't perfect after all. But the rest of him...he had to admit more than made up for it.

"Nice. See ya tomorrow then, yeah?" Romeo said, as he once more held out his fist towards Kyle.

This time, there was no hesitation from the latter, as he bumped his against that of Romeo.

Long after Romeo had gone, and the locker room emptied little by little, Kyle was quiet. He didn't feel like chatting with his new teammates or getting to know them. He was too busy contemplating in his mind, how the fuck he was supposed to work and train everyday with a boy that was more beautiful than life itself.

And to make matter far worse, Romeo Beckham seemed like a genuinely nice guy.

There was not once that whole entire afternoon, that Romeo wanted special treatment or even acted like an entitled little twink. He got down, kept his head down and worked his ass off, even assisted Kyle's first goal in training for his new team. The rest of the Ford Lauderdale team treated Romeo like an equal, like he wasn't a Beckham in their eyes.

The sight of Romeo's sexy, slim, smooth white skin once more flooded Kyle's mind. Two days ago, he fucking hated the guy. All because of who he was, or who he seemed to be. It was only day one at his new team, but it seemed that he was wrong. So far, at least.

As Kyle finally left the locker room, he received a few more pats on the back from his team, and a few more congrats for a great training session. He lifted his sports bag over his shoulder when he stopped at his two-seater Volvo, the only car that his father could afford to buy him when he first got accepted into Ford Lauderdale's reserve academy two years ago, and unlocked it.

He was about to get inside when he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

Holy shit. It was Romeo.

Kyle cursed himself when he felt his heart swell as he saw the stunningly handsome boy...only, he wasn't alone. He was with a girl. He knew the Beckham brothers had a sister, but that sure as hell wasn't her.

Stunned into shock, he just...STOOD there, unable to move, simply staring at the happy couple as they shot the shit outside a killer fancy ass BMW, no doubt belonging to Beckham Junior himself.

It was then Romeo leaned in to kiss her, that everything became to much for Kyle. Disgusted with himself he opened his car door and viciously SLAMMED it shut.

WHY? WHY was his body and his brain reacting like this? Okay, the guy was hotter than the sun and his body was like something straight from the gods but...WHY? This wasn't okay, man! This wasn't normal! He hardly even knew the guy!

Jesus, Kyle. What the hell are you even thinking drooling over a guy that was so out of your league, it was like going from dog meat to fucking prime rib. Even if he wasn't a Beckham...he was so obviously straight because he seemed just too excited to get his lips on that skank, he was dating...oh wow. Name calling now, are we?

Quickly, he drove out of the training complex as fast as he could. He drove past the happy couple before they could see who was in the car. The last thing he wanted was for Romeo to wave at him or something. Who even said he would?

This was gonna be hell, Kyle thought to himself.

He had to be on that pitch, and together in that locker room every single day for the foreseeable future.

No one apart from Jack knew they were gay. No one.

And no one could EVER find out either.

But if he had to be in that beautiful boy's company every week...

MAN!

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