DISCLAIMER:
The material presented here is not to be related directly to the celebrity mentioned in this fictional work. I do not know the sexuality of the person involved, and this is only a work of fiction.
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PART 3: LOST IN BLISS
I had not understood that last statement. Hell, I was just staring at the beast growing in front of me- and it was growing fast. But before I could regain my senses, Steven Gerrard, world class footballer and sex symbol, had stripped from his trousers, throwing them on the floor. Now, it was just a white, revealing boxer shorts which separated flesh from air.
"I am NOT gay man, not even bi. I'm just horny as fuck and you are too, as I can see," he said, pointing at my hard-as-rock dick showing under my trousers. "And you're really attractive mate," he continued. "You really deserve this..."
I could not speak. I did not know what was going to happen. I wanted him, now I was sure. I wanted to do what I've always imagined, and now that I was so close, I could not let this moment go away. But something inside of me told me to run, even though I knew that would be stupid. I felt unprepared, scared even. Without knowing, I was shivering from head to toe, to the extent that even Gerrard noticed it.
"Whoa man, don't tell me you're freaked out? I was anxious too when I had my first time, but then you don't really have to be. I'll go easy with you, you'll see..." His words were like butter, warm, calming, and soothing. I calmed down, and for the first time, looked into his eyes, deep into his soul.
"I'm ready for it."
"Good." He slowly approached me, taking one step at a time. Then, our eyes met, and then our lips. As his warm upper lip touched my cold one, I was completely thrusted in an ecstasy of desire and lust I had always dreamt about. I kissed him for what seemed five minutes, and then turned to his neck, and kissed and licked and kissed again. He stood there, moaning and breathing heavily, running his hand through my hair. Then, it was his time to act. He move down through my torso, kissing every inch and sucking on my hard nipples. I never felt so turned on in my life. It felt as if I was going to explode.
"Oh fuck yeah, oh that feels so good, I, I, oh.." is what I managed to breathe.
"You're fucking hot man, you're so damn hot..." he answered.
Then it was my turn. I explored his tanned, built, muscular body bit by bit, lost in the musky smell of sweat and the warmth of the godlike body of the football star. When I started sucking on his nipples, he only muttered "FUCKING HELL" and breathed heavily, moaning and sighing like mad. He expected me to stop one I had arrived at the border of his boxer briefs. But I, lost in the man of my dreams, continued like there was no fabric stopping me, and in a fit of passion, stripped him bare of any remaining clothes.
Still surprised, Gerrard just looked. He was not expecting me to do anything. Perhaps that explains why he suddenly screamed "OH FUCK MAN!" when I slid his hard, hot, sweaty man tool into my mouth. "SHIT, oh FUUUUCK!!" he screamed.
But I didn't hear any of that. I was busy sucking on the dick of the most handsome man in my life. The pulsating blood was making it harder, and his breathing had a rhythm which made the blowjob even hotter. It must have been the tons of porn I had watched, or perhaps the passion, but Steven Gerrard did not stop sighing and moaning. Hard as fuck myself, I managed to strip off my trousers, and somehow, he managed to start jerking me off.
In this circle of bliss, we got lost for I don't know how much time, till suddenly, Gerrard's heart started racing and his cock, still inside my mouth, twitched. Then came the moaning, and the sighing, and then...
"Oh man I'm gonna- I'm gonna.. I'm GONNA, CUUUUUUUUM!!!!!!!" he screamed so hard my ears rang. And sure enough, five, six, SEVEN shots of white, hot, man juice hit my mouth, face, hair, and torso. I ended up a complete mess, totally covered in Steven Gerrard's sperm. Still sighing, he looked at me, surprised, and said: "Whoa man, I didn't know I was capable of doing that!"
"You're really hot Steven," I said, calling for the first time by his first name. After all, I had just serviced him. With his cum hurting my eyes, I searched a towel to clean it off.
"Where are you going mate? Remember man, it's YOUR first time, not mine..." he said, smiling. "Now get your ass here, I still haven't started with you."
Smiling, I turned back. The he was, Steven Gerrard, waiting to sevice ME.
This night kept getting better and better.
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To be continued
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