This story involves homosexual intercourse between men of legal age and if this offends you or if you are not legally old enough to read this in your country, then I recommend that you read no further.
If any of those people featured in this story is offended by what I have written, I apologise. The people featured are incredibly attractive men, and while there is no reason to believe that any of them are gay one can always fantasise.
This story is dedicated to David Beckham who did a stupid thing and will probably be remembered for it for the rest of his life.
THREE LIONS
When You Walk Through A Storm Hold Your Head Up High And Don't Be Afraid Of The Dark At The End Of A Storm There's A Golden Sky And The Sweet Silver Song Of A Lark Walk On Through The Wind Walk On Through The Rain Though Your Dreams Be Tossed And Blown Walk On, Walk On With Hope In Your Heart And You'll Never Walk Alone You'll Never Walk Alone
Part 1
Michael Owen sat in the England team hotel considering the future. England had just gone out of the world cup to Argentina and he was understandably dejected, but of all the England team he was probably, quite justifiably, the least downhearted. He had scored his penalty, and also what even the most impartial of judges were calling the goal of the tournament. The news from home was also good. There was much speculation about his future, and many of the papers were suggesting that some of the big Italian clubs were prepared to pay tens of millions for him. He wanted to stay at Liverpool, but this couldn't harm his position.
Steve McManaman, known as Macca, was in the shower. Like the rest of the squad he was upset that England were out of the world cup, but even though he hadn't been on the pitch he was immensely proud of the courage and determination shown by his fellow team members. The supporters back home had been great after Euro 96, and they could usually be relied on to support the team when they had given their best, which in this case they quite visibly had. His main concern was for David Beckham who had been sent off, probably costing England the match. Beckham was devastated at having been so foolish, and it was still too early to know how the supporters would treat him.
Graeme Le Saux looked briefly up into Macca's eyes before returning his attention to the task at hand. Macca's cock was remarkably similar to the shape of the man himself. Long and slender. It was fully eight and a half inches in length, but slightly less broad than Graeme's own seven inches.
Graeme lent forward flicked at Macca's balls with his tongue before sucking them one at a time into his mouth. Macca let out a groan. He had been several days without sex and he craved release. Graeme returned his attention to Macca's cock, sucking momentarily on the throbbing head before sliding his lips down the shaft and deepthroating Macca. at this point Macca started to slowly fuck Graeme's face. Graeme knew that Macca wouldn't be able to hold on much longer and he stuck a finger in his arse, moving it around and driving Macca to new heights of pleasure. Before long Macca blew his load, sending spurt after spurt of his cum down Graeme's throat.
Michael Owen walked through the hotel to the room he shared with Macca. He hoped that Macca would be out as he was dieing for a wank. It was almost a week since he had had the opportunity, and although he had had a visit from his girlfriend they hadn't screwed. When he arrived at the door he heard the shower and silently swore. If Macca walked out and caught him wanking he had little doubt that it would soon make its way arround the entire squad. He swiped his key card and removing his shoes lay on his bed and started thinking about his friend and roommate in the shower. Michael had known that he was AC/DC
for several years now, and he often fantasised about his teammates while he wanked. The thought of Macca rubbing a bar of cold, hard soap all over his firm body made Michael extremely horny and he started to rub his cock through his jeans. He heard the shower stop and the bathroom door open and quickly pulled his knees up so that Macca wouldn't see his erection. The sight that greeted him made both his knees and his jaw drop. Following Macca out of the Bathroom was Graeme Le Saux, both of them stark naked and dripping wet. When Michael had entered the bedroom, Macca had been shuddering to his climax and consequently had not heard Michael enter.
The two older men were equally surprised, and the three of them just froze. Eventually it was Macca who spoke, ' Mike, I didn't hear you come in.' 'wha,' the still astounded Michael said and then Graeme noticed the tent shape in the front of Michael's jeans and he decided to take a gamble. 'Looks like Mikey's got a stiffy,' he said. Michael blushed deep red. 'Leave it' Macca snapped. Crossing to Michael's bed he sat down next to him, placing his arm about his shoulders and said, 'look, I'm sorry if we startled you. Graeme and I sometimes screw each other if it gets a bit tough.' Michael looked at him and said,' I never realized that you were gay, either of you.' It was Graeme who replied,' We both try to keep it quiet because football can be quite a homophobic sport.' Michael's hand had subconsciously found its way into Macca's. 'I know what you mean,' he said, 'I have often worried about it myself.' He felt Macca squeezing his hand and looked into his eyes.
Without thinking about it they embraced and their tongues explored each others mouths in a sensuous kiss. When they broke for air Graeme walked over and sat on the other side of Michael. 'You're sure that you're OK with this?' he said. Michael just nodded, his eyes were running over Macca's body, or at least the outline of it in the robe. He had of course seen Macca without his clothes on in the changing rooms at Anfield, but that was before he had known that he was gay, and while he had frequently wanked off thinking about him, he now wanted to get a closer look.
Graeme reached over and loosened Michael's belt, and pulled his T-shirt up over his head. Michael lay back and Graeme leaned over and kissed Him on the lips before moving down via his neck to his torso. Although he was only eighteen Michael worked out regularly and his body was beautiful. Graeme slowly traced a line around each of his pecs and then started on his nipples, gently flicking each one with his tongue until they Michael was groaning with pleasure. He then started to lick around the outline of Michael's abs . The eighteen year old hunk had a neatly defined six-pack and the sheer pleasure was more than he had ever experienced before.
While all this was happening Macca had removed Michael's jeans and was enjoying his legs. Michael's legs were amazingly well muscled for his age, as was only to be expected from a professional footballer, and they were just starting to be covered in soft downy hair. Macca licked them all over, paying extra attention to the thighs. By this time Michael's cock was straining at his boxers and Macca decided that it was time to relieve him. Pulling down the elastic of Michael's boxers Macca was amazed at the size of Michael's cock. It was almost eight inches long and very thick. Michael's was so engrossed in Graeme who was licking out his belly button that he didn't notice his boxers being removed, so when he felt Macca's mouth enveloping his cock the surprise and ecstasy almost drove him over the edge immediately.
Macca was an expert cock sucker. He slowly swallowed all of Michael's cock and then pulled back again, grazing the top of the shaft with his teeth. He licked up and down the sides and paid special attention to the head. Finally when Michael was about to cum he backed off, taking first one then the other ball into his mouth. Michael had medium sized balls, just the right size that they would both fit in someone's mouth at the same time, but not too small. They were covered in short furry hair and it drove Michael wild to have them sucked on. Finally he returned to Michael's cock, deepthroating him in one swift movement. this pushed Michael close to the edge, and when Macca stuck a finger into his arse he came, shooting his juice in Macca's mouth. Meanwhile Graeme and Michael had been lost in a kiss and when he had finished shooting Michael broke and told Graeme to lay on his back on the bed. He then proceeded to give him a blow job, taking his time to make it the best experience he possibly could. It was not long before Graeme shot his load and then Macca moved in. Turning Michael on to his back he kissed him, and then moved down. Michael assumed that he was going to suck his cock again, so he was surprised when he felt Macca's tongue probing his rectum. Macca felt him shudder and looked up, but Michael told him to go on, and he proceeded to stick a finger into the hole. Meanwhile Graeme lay on Macca's bed stroking himself back to full hardness. Macca inserted another finger, and then a third in order to loosen Michael up. He hadn't cum since the shower, and he was as hard as hell and in one quick motion he pulled his fingers out and pushed his rigid pole into Michael's waiting arse. Michael let out a low groan and Macca started to slowly fuck him, grinding his cock against Michael's prostrate. The sensation was too much for Michael and his cock rapidly swelled to its significant hardness. Graeme moved over and took it in his mouth, starting to suck. It wasn't long before Michael was ready to shoot again, and sensing this Macca started to fuck him faster. This drove Michael over the edge and he emptied another large load into Graeme's mouth. Michael's orgasm caused his arse to clench tightly on Macca's cock, and he shot into Michael's arse. At this point Graeme excused himself and left. 'You OK Mikey?' Macca asked. Michael just groaned in pleasure and the two of them fell asleep entwined on his bed.
Part 2
David Beckham was in the room he shared with Gary Neville. He lay on his bed weeping at the thought that he his brief moment of idiocy had put England out of the world cup. He had been just fifteen years old when England had lost to Germany on penalties in the semi final of Italia 90 and that day he had vowed that he would help England win the trophy. After the Columbia match he had felt that this was going to be the year, but then a momentary aberration had ruined it. He had let down the nation and he was devastated.
Gary Neville paused a moment outside the door. When they got back to the hotel, Glenn Hoddle had beckoned him to one side and asked him to try and keep David's spirits up. Gary was desperate to help his mate, but he didn't know what to say to him. He knew that Dave should never have been sent off, but he didn't know whether in his present state of mind Dave knew that himself. Opening the door he stepped inside and saw Dave, head in hands, sobbing and muttering to himself that he had let everyone down. Dave didn't appear to have noticed Gary, so he walked over and crouched in front of him, reaching out and taking his hands. Dave looked up, and seeing Gary he sobbed, ' I'm so sorry. I know that I've let you all down.'
Gary pulled Dave into a hug and tried to comfort him by telling him that everyone was right behind him. He wasn't sure if it had worked but Dave gradually stopped crying and they stood there for a while just holding each other. Eventually he guided Dave over to the side of the bed and sat down next to him with his arm about his shoulders looking down, Gary saw that Dave had a hardon. He had always been attracted to Dave, but had not said anything as he was afraid of the reaction he might get.
Eventually he plucked up the courage and placed his hand lightly on the bulge. Dave looked into his eyes and smiled before leaning forward to kiss Gary on the lips. Gary opened his mouth and their tongues met. Sliding his hands down Dave's back Gary moved them round and pulled his shirt up and over his head revealing a masterpiece. Dave's body was firm and gorgeously shaped with a light dusting of hair on his pecs and a trail of hair leading down from his navel to his groin.
Breaking the kiss Gary licked a trail down Dave's neck and started to lick his nipples. Dave was getting more and more turned on and he quickly moved his hands to Gary's belt and it wasn't long before Gary's jeans were on the floor around his ankles. Dave had always admired Gary's legs. They weren't as hairy as his own, but they were thicker and more solidly built. Kneeling down he started to stroke the Gary's thighs, occasionally flicking his fingers up under Gary's boxers and momentarily touching his cock and balls.
Dave had, purely by chance, never actually seen Gary's tackle, but he could feel now that they were fairly impressive. Gary was getting harder, his cock pushing at the front of his boxers. Gary placed his hands under Dave's armpits and pulled him up again, before reaching for his belt. As Gary removed Dave's jeans, Dave unbuttoned his shirt and took it off revealing a chest which while not as beautifully formed as Dave's own was somewhat hairier.
Gary wanted to get a good look at Dave's dick and he quickly pulled down his black jockey shorts revealing seven and a half inches of hard male meat. Leaning forward he took Dave's cock into his mouth and started to suck it. As he sucked Gary used his right hand to caress Dave's balls and stuck first one and then two fingers up his arse. He felt Dave's balls contract just as Dave warned him that he was about to cum and he pulled his head back, so that Dave shot all over his chest.
Paul Scholes quietly shut the door. He had gone to check that Dave was alright and had been pleased with what he had seen. Paul didn't know if Dave was gay or not, but at least it would take his mind off that evening's match and Paul knew from personal experience that Gary was a good screw.
Dave pulled down Gary's boxer's and gasped. Gary's cock was a good half inch shorter than his own, but it was massively thick. Gary whispered in his ear,' I want to fuck you.' Dave grabbed his cock and squeezed it playfully. Gary pulled open the draw next to his bed and pulled out a jar of vaseline. Dave pushed him back onto the bed and started to smear the vaseline on to his cock. When it was well lubricated he turned round and bent over. Gary took the vaseline and started to rub it into Dave's hole, sticking his fingers up to try and widen it a bit. Dave then pushed Gary back on to the bed. Lining Gary's cock up with his hole he slowly lowered himself down onto the thick tube of meat. He paused when the head was inside him to adjust to it before proceeding to impale himself fully on it. He started to bob up and down on it at a steadily increasing pace. Dave was soon hard again and Gary reached up and started to wank him. The sheer pleasure of being taken up the arse for the first time meant that that Dave soon came again. As his cum shot in the air his arse clenched around Gary's cock causing him to unload in Dave.
Dave leant forward and kissed Gary. While he was still desperately upset, his spirits had been lifted.
Back in his room, Paul Scholes lay on his bed wanking. Normally he wanked in front of a mirror as the sight of ginger pubes turned him on. Indeed of all the blokes he had ever shagged, the most enjoyable had been his united teammate Nicky Butt, but that was a different matter. The sight of Becks and Gary enjoying themselves had made him incredibly horny and in a matter of minutes he had cum all over his bed.
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This is dedicated to Jamie Redknapp, kept out of the world cup squad through injury and sorely missed. Also the most attractive player in the premiership and wasted on a girl, even the lovely Louise.
Part 3
Alan Shearer sat in his room jerking off. Getting a room on his own was one of the perks of the captaincy and he made full use of it. He had to put up with teammates coming to ask his advice, but on the whole it worked out quite well. Tonight he was fantasizing about Paul Scholes. He had thing about ginger pubes and he had always imagined Scholesy to have a mass of red hair surrounding his tackle. Scholesy looked shorter than he actually was and had a stumpy look to him. This did in a peculiar way make him quite attractive. He had strong powerful legs, much the best sort as far as Alan was concerned. He was imagining Scholesy standing over him jerking off while he reached up to rub his firm hairy legs.
Paul Scholes paused outside the door. He had gone to see Alan to seek his advice about the previous night's match, but he had heard a passionate groan coming from inside and had paused to consider the options. Firstly of course, if Alan was screwing someone in there they wouldn't want to be disturbed, and it could also be a bit embarrassing for all concerned. On the other hand he had always had a bit of a crush on Alan, and if he knocked on the door now and entered he might catch sight of Alan's cock. From what he had seen of it in the changing rooms after matches Alan had a majestic cock, although it was, at least when soft, thinner than Scholesy's own, it had seemed to be longer. He decided to go for it, and knocking on the door, waiting a fraction of a second before entering and then stepping through the door before Alan could say anything. This momentary delay was long enough for Alan to pull the covers up, although when Scholesy entered, his dick had got even harder, to such an extent that it was fairly obvious.
'I'm sorry,' said Scholesy, 'I'll come back later'. 'Wait a minute Paul,' said Alan, 'how can I help you?' Scholesy explained his problem, but his attention kept drifting to Alan's hairy chest, visible above the covers. 'What's the problem?' asked Alan, 'you seem a bit distracted.' 'Nothing,' replied Scholesy. He sat down on the corner of the bed and they carried on talking. Scholesy gradually lowered his voice, too slowly for it to be noticed, but enough that Alan had to keep leaning forward to hear him. Alan had forgotten that he hadn't any cloths on, and as he leant forward the covers fell, revealing his cock. Scholesy got hard at the sight of it, and the shorts he was wearing did nothing to hide the fact. Noticing it, and then realising what must have caused it, Alan cracked a joke and as Scholesy sat laughing he moved and sat next to him. Scholesy turned and taking Alan's head in his hands he kissed him full on the lips before pushing him backwards and climbing over to sit astride him and leaning forwards to kiss him on the face. Sliding backwards he licked down Alan's neck and then his chest. Scholesy loved the feeling of Alan's chest hairs as they tickled his tongue. Moving further down he ran his tongue around Alan's belly button, reveling in the taste of the sweat.
Alan took hold of Scholesy's head, moving it down to his crotch and Scholesy flicked his tongue out to catch Alan's left ball before swallowing the majority of Alan's ten inches. He gagged slightly before adjusting to the size of it, and as he got used to it he started to suck, gently rubbing Alan's balls through his scrotum. Alan had been wanking before Scholesy had come in, and it wasn't long before he was ready to cum. Scholesy felt his balls tighten and he pulled off so that Alan shot over his chest, the cum getting tangled in his ginger hairs.
Scholesy pulled Alan down onto him and they started to kiss each other again.
Part 4
Elsewhere in the hotel Gareth Southgate was tied to his bed. Standing slightly to one side, was Darren Anderton, known nastily in the tabloids and amicably among his colleagues as sicknote. Gareth and sicknote had been lovers for several years, and it had emerged in their pillow talk that Gareth loved to be dominated while sicknote like to take control. They had experimented and found that they both got a kick from bondage. Sicknote took hold of the cords attaching Gareth's legs to the bed frame, and untying them he raised Gareth's legs above his head before binding them to the headboard. Kneeling on the bed in front of Gareth he reached round and started caressing his balls. Gareth's cock was comparatively small, being only seven inches when hard, compared with sicknote's own eight and a half, but he had large balls and sicknote had already decided that he would have sucked on them before the night was out. Leaning forward he started to run his tongue along Gareth's crack before using his other hand to separate the cheeks and press his tongue into the hole. He liked the taste of men and Gareth's arse had a delicate musty taste to it. He was close to cumming though, soit was with some reluctance that he pulled his tongue out and slowly inserted first one and then two fingers into his hole. When he had got three fingers in he pulled them out and slammed his dick in so hard that his balls swung back and forth, bouncing off Gareth's arse. Gareth let out an almighty yell and Sicknote was worried that he had hurt him, but looking down and seeing the broad grin on his friends face his concern rapidly became that someone might have heard. There was no disturbance and he turned back to Gareth and said if you can't be quiet you'll have to be punished. Tying Gareth's legs back down he reached over and picked up his belt, and standing to the side he gave Gareth five quick lashes. The sight of the thick red lines across his helpless lover's stomach drove him to new heights of passion and he sat astride Gareth's chest and lent forward to suck on his cock. When he had got it nice and hard he started to slowly wank it, holding Gareth's balls in his left hand. Whenever he felt that Gareth was about to come he stopped wanking and gripped tightly on his balls to keep him on the edge. It soon became too much and Gareth was begging him to let him come. Turning round, Sicknote sat down on Gareth's cock and as it entered his arse he clenched his muscles to squeeze it. With Sicknote slowly going up and down on his cock, it was not long before Gareth came, coating Sicknote's guts with his cream.
Sicknote stood up and turned round, sitting on Gareth's face. Getting the idea Gareth started to lick the trail of cum running out of Sicknote's arse. Sicknote untied Gareth and lay on the bed. Gareth moved on top of him and started to suck his cock. The tension had been building up in Sicknote's balls for some time now, and it was not long before he shot his load.
THE END.