You may have thought that all the problems that Gareth and Will had faced in recent weeks had now suddenly been overcome with Drew's demise -- and, indeed, so it seemed perhaps for the next few days. But the Dutchman, in particular, was kidding himself if he thought that it was set to be a case of `happy ever after' from this point onwards. For it quickly became apparent that Will's ex-boyfriend was but symptomatic of the gulf that lay between them, rather than the cause, and by the time they had reached the week leading up to the Cup Final, their difficulties once again seemed as acute as before.
After all, now that the foreigner had lost his job at Red Heaven, he was totally reliant on Gareth financially, in much the same way as he had once been dependent upon Drew -- and it was perhaps little surprise (given his history) that he viewed the predicament with uncertainty, more especially when he finally found himself with no option but to relinquish his rented flat. Gareth, in contrast, viewed the situation completely differently. Innocent of Will's experience, he regarded their love as being enough to secure their ultimate happiness -- blissfully unaware that their circumstances were not as simple as that. For the footballer was a rich celebrity, whose whole public life appeared to trade on a lie -- a fact that the Dutchman found increasingly uncomfortable. Indeed, Will now yearned to be himself, for them both to be normal, everyday people, whose lives were no longer guided by the media spotlight, or the demands of an outside world that hardly understood and which certainly did not care. As long as Gareth remained who he was, however, such a wish appeared to be made in vain, and it was somewhat bitter tears that Will now realised that meeting and falling in love with a famous soccer-star wasn't all it was perhaps cracked up to be.
What's up?' enquired Gareth -- a couple of evenings before the final -- as they lay together in bed. You've seemed a bit offish these last few days ...'
Will turned round to face his lover and embraced him -- their firm, naked bodies rubbing against each other in the process. Gareth,' he sighed, I want you to know that I love you very much and I shall always be grateful for everything ...'
`Sounds ominous!' the sportsman observed.
`But I have made a decision. I was going to wait until after Saturday, but I think it is only fair that I tell you now.'
Gareth seemed almost flippant and leaned down to suck on one of his boyfriend's dark nipples, lapping on their tender end so as to get them hard and erect. `What have you decided, then?' he quipped, glancing up with devilish eyes.
Seriously!' Will snapped -- perhaps annoyed that his whole body was responding to the footballer's playfulness (as the swelling in his sweaty crotch testified). I have made a decision about something.'
But his partner -- buoyed by recent success -- seemed unaffected and trailed his tongue down Will's sweet midriff. I've made a decision, too,' he sighed, and it involves you parting those muscular legs of yours and letting me rim that neat little butt-hole for all it's worth!'
`Gareth! I am trying to be serious for a minute -- please!'
`I am being serious. I wanna fuck your butt!'
Will tried to pull himself away, but his lover was having none of it and held him back. As such, a teasing fight started to develop, as the young foreigner grabbed a pillow and tried to bash the soccer-star across the head -- an action that gained much the same reply. From there on, they rolled around the bed together, their dicks stiffening at the attention and their whole bodies quickening to the very thrill of the moment, until at length they lay side by side again, glancing at each other breathlessly and each perhaps realising just how much the other had come to mean to them these past few months.
Gareth,' sighed Will finally, stroking the side of the fellow's face and feeling the rough of stubble as he did so. I want you to know how much I love you -- and will always love you ...'
The older lad reached out to grab his hard cock. `I can tell,' he smiled.
`I am so, so glad that we met and I hope I have always brought you happiness ...'
Gareth rubbed his hand up and down the shaft. `Very much so,' he teased again.
`But I need to tell you that I have decided to go back to Holland.'
The footballer's hazel eyes opened up like saucers. `To Holland? But I don't understand! Drew's been sorted now -- there's no need for you to go anywhere! I love you, Will ...'
`I know you do. But, Gareth, we are not the same. We want different things.'
`Will -- I can buy you anything you want!'
The youngster smiled, realising that Gareth's words spoke volumes about their predicament. `It is not about what you can or cannot buy me, Gareth. Your success as a footballer makes you happy and I am pleased for you -- truly I am. But I cannot be happy being your secret lover -- it makes me feel it is something to be ashamed of and I do not think it is.'
`I'm not ashamed of being gay!'
`Then prove it. Go to the papers and tell them what Drew was going to tell them!'
The footballer paused for a moment. `You don't think I'd give everything up to keep you?' he sighed.
A tear formed in Will's eye -- perhaps more from shame for doubting his lover than anything else. Gareth,' he replied, I do not really want you to give up everything for me. I do not want you to go to the papers and sell your story, either. It is just that Drew hurt me so much, that is all ...'
`You don't think that you mean more to me than all the adulation and the fame and the money and the fast cars?'
`I hope I do,' he started to sob.
Gareth held him by his shoulders now and lifted Will's chin up so that he could look him in the sky. Will,' he whispered, I'm gonna prove to you how much I love you -- really I am. I don't want you to think that I'm just another Drew!'
`... How?' Will stuttered.
`Saturday's gonna be the last time I ever kick a ball -- well, professionally at least!'
`I do not want you to give up your career, Gareth -- honest! I want you to go on and be a great player!'
`And lose you? After everything we've gone through? No, Will -- because you make my life, not football. And when Saturday comes, it'll be you I'm playing for -- nothing else! After all, let's face it, it's the people you love that count, not money and fame and all that crap. And if I want to play football at some point in the future, I can just pick a ball up and kick it around with my mates -- I don't need a fucking stadium and fifty thousand screaming fans to enjoy the game. Because that's what it is, Will -- a fucking game. A fucking game that's gone fucking mad! And you're right, we will be happier in Holland, away from everything that's taken place and away from all the shit the press dish out every day. We can just be us -- me and you. Will and Gareth. Forever -- as it were ...'
Will had never realised just how much a romantic his boyfriend was behind that tough, sporting exterior until that point and it was little wonder that he reached across and kissed him. For all that, however, he urged a note of caution. Think about it, please,' he begged, knowing the love that Gareth had for the game. Do not just quit for me -- I am not worth it!'
Gareth grinned, then glanced down at his lover's handsome cock. `That's where you're wrong, Will -- you are! In all the changing rooms in all the world, I've not seen anyone who compares to you. You're good-looking, kind, sensitive, loving ... and, best of all, you've got a lovely cock! A cock, I may add, that I'm just dying to suck!'
The Dutchman tried hard to hold back a blush. Well,' he smiled, drying his eyes, I will not try to stop you!'
`Good,' groaned the footballer as he tentatively slipped down the bed, tracing his tongue along Will's fine body as he did so -- until, at last, he had reached the edge of the young guy's manly fuzz, which he began to curl around his probing fingers.
`You like my cock, then?' the youngster grinned, sensing the heavy pound within his groin.
There was a spark in Gareth's dark eyes that almost answered the question for him without speaking -- but he replied nonetheless. Of course,' he whispered -- in a manner that raised the hairs on the back of Will's sweet neck. Like I say, it's the nicest I've ever met, and let's face it, I've met more than a few in my time!'
The older lad then turned his attention to the organ in question, which was now fully erect and looking every inch like the proud member it longed to be. Its flesh -- stretched almost to its very limit -- was blushed with scarlet, and its tender head was poking coyly from the roll of skin that marked its end. No wonder that Gareth should lick his lips in anticipation -- after all, he was soon going to feel the throb of that pretty rod inside his mouth! It was a thought that sent his own shaft (which by now was pulsing away for England) aching for attention, so he cleverly positioned himself astride his lover, so that his cock was directly in Will's boyish face. It was a bit like taking a gambler to a casino and presenting him with a wad of chips, of course, but then Gareth knew that his partner was an ardent fan of his hard dick and it was no surprise when the guy felt the warm moistness of the Dutchman's orifice sliding over the end of his raging head.
Gareth, for his part, was wasting no time in giving his undivided attention to Will's own joy-stick, but he appeared to hesitate momentarily before feeding off the meat before him. He wanted to savour the sight of his boyfriend's sticky deposits (testimony to so much feverish excitement) oozing merrily from that swollen eye before him, and rolling his clenched fist up the length of the shaft, he pushed an even more copious glob of pre-cum to the end. Then he watched it trickle over the fellow's skin and back down the axle -- until at last the temptation to taste that salty goodness proved too much and he bent down to catch the river with his tongue. The flow was just as he anticipated -- choice and juicy -- and it was little surprise that he should then proceed to engulf the whole of Will's end, sliding the blood-sausage slowly and sensuously between his hungry lips.
As he did so, of course, he could feel his own shaft receiving much the same treatment from below -- his cock embraced within the moist recess of Will's loving mouth. Yet he was determined to concentrate on Will's member, engorged and rampant as it was, and with almost Herculean resolve, he now impaled his face further and further upon the salty axle, until the crown of glory was tickling the back of his dry throat, lubing his tonsils with sacred love-nectar.
Gareth's fingers were themselves aching to explore by this point and his one hand reached out and groped the pair of hairy nuts that nestled tenderly within the young man's groin -- the very source of the lad's manly fervour. His fingers fondled the distended tubes within, which would soon be flooding with the delicious honey of his youth, then cupped each orb in turn, rolling them lovingly around his sweaty palms. Such attention, of course, gained a more than predictable response, as Will gasped in dear appreciation, and hearing his lover's reaction from behind, he trailed his way towards an even more sensitive spot on his body, namely that tight little butt-hole, which Gareth himself was already longing to fill with his full seven-and-a-half inches.
The footballer edged himself further down -- relieving Will of the prize asset that had, until this moment, pulsed betwixt his delicate lips -- then encouraged his lover to part and raise his legs so as to fully expose the deep scarlet pucker that nuzzled between his butt cheeks. As he did so, he raised a ball of spit upon his tongue -- which, when the time was just right, he dripped down upon the crack. This, after all, was to be his lube, and seeing the drool hit heaven's door, he edged his finger to Will's cherished slit, smiling in anticipation of the pleasure that he would very shortly be providing.
The youngster felt tight to begin with -- his sphincter tense, perhaps, as a result of the worry that he had earlier expressed -- but it was a situation that was never destined to last for very long. After all, Will was a natural bottom and Gareth himself was an eager butt-fucker -- all told, a magnificent combination. As such, it seemed no time at all that one finger had soon been replaced by two, with the Dutch lad's hole opening up like a flower -- the boy's gasps and groans endorsing the skill and dexterity of a man who loved ass and who knew just what to do to get it to work for him.
Pushing himself even nearer the crack, Gareth now pushed his boyfriend's erect cock to one side, before teasing the pair of fuzzy orbs beneath -- sucking one into his mouth and then the other, whilst all the time pushing his fingers into the nearby shit-hole. Will exclaimed his delight, but the older lad was far from finished -- and to prove it he stretched out his tongue to rim the quivering ring, moving in on the bulls-eye like a wanton animal. It was a touch too much for the younger lad, primed as he was for submission, and, lifting himself up, he ran his fingers along his lover's muscular spine, begging the fellow to finally put him out of his unfulfilled misery.
Please, Gareth,' he sighed weakly, kissing the tanned, sweet skin, I need you to fill me ...'
The soccer-star turned round at last to face him. Fill you?' he teased. You mean you want me to slide my big, hard cock into your tight little cunt? Is that what you really, really want?'
`You know it is ...'
You want me to ride it forever? Til we're old and grey and don't care for fucking anymore?'
Will laughed. `You think that might happen to us?' he quizzed.
His lover kissed his on the lips. No,' he sighed, not at all' -- at which point, they embraced with the sort of hearty passion that was testimony to their ultimate endurance. Their lips parted, their hands groped and caressed, and their tongues darted in and out, in wilful exploration of each others' mouths. Intercourse, it seemed, was now the only deeper way of expressing their love for each other and it was little surprise that it should follow barely moments later.
Will longed to be ridden bareback, for Gareth to throw all sense and caution to the wind, but the footballer was having none of it. `I love you too much to take that risk,' he insisted, reaching for a rubber to stretch over his pound of flesh.
The young foreigner understood. `You do realise what you are sacrificing for me, do you not, Gareth?' he asked.
I'm sacrificing nothing!' the older lad proclaimed. I always dreamt of meeting someone who made sense of everything I've ever done and now I've found you. And you are one sacrifice I am not prepared to make!'
They kissed again, as Will laid back and raised his meaty legs -- surrendering to Gareth's heavy presence as he did so. For he was simply longing to be fucked -- to feel the push of his lover's meat into his empty guts -- and he held his breath in anticipation of the much-longed-for penetration that was about to come his way.
The footballer's stiff cock was nestling on the edge of ecstasy now, as the older lad pressed down on his lover with those fit, toned muscles of his. God, Will,' he sighed, in a charged manner that almost gave the impression that he might burst into tears at any moment, I love you so much -- so, so much ...'
`I love you so much, too ...' the youngster replied -- before the push of Gareth's manhood stole his breath.
The swollen helmet slipped through Will's greased ring, before edging slowly deeper into his bowels -- filling him up with the sort of generous measure that he had no doubt dreamt of since adolescent days. Gripping his lover ever closer, he then felt Gareth dig even further into him, until at last that god-like cock was bounding in and out of him like a piston, with those low-hanging, copiously-filled balls slapping against his rump like it was the most natural thing in the world (which to him it was). Indeed, there was absolutely nothing life could offer that he would rather have than this, and it was a sentiment that Gareth, whose sleek, beefy body was already glistening in sweat, could himself only share. Cup medals, public acclaim, handsome cars, money in the bank -- these things simply paled into insignificance when compared to real, deep-felt love with a man like Will and there was a depth of feeling with each and every thrust of his that testified to his solid recognition of the fact.
They were fucking like a couple of rabbits by this point -- riding each other as though their very lives depended on it. They gasped for breath -- moaning and grunting as they did so -- as Will tried to raise his legs ever higher, desperate for Gareth to probe as far as he possibly could with that over-sized shaft of his. And, of course, the older lad was more than happy to oblige in such desire, his comely butt-picker digging for victory in the fertile Dutch furrow that had been presented to him.
Ultimately, however, even all this did not appear to be enough for either of their insatiable appetites, and with a furious rock they tossed themselves over so that Gareth was now laid out upon the mattress, whilst the youngster rode up and down on that die-straight missile of his. It was, it seemed, the greatest rodeo ride in town, and Will Brandt was savouring every butt-fucking moment of it. What was more, he was destined to enjoy many more such spins in his time -- which somehow made this present engagement all the more thrilling. After all, so much of their recent butt-banging had been tinged with the fear of future loss, but now that that desperate mantle had been removed, it seemed that sex between them could only get better.
Arching his back, as his fuck-hole swallowed Gareth's handle with ease, Will reached for his groin, which was presently supporting a somewhat half-erect knob-head. Not that it was destined to remain in that uncommitted state for long! For the lad's tight fingers had a fearful habit of securing the necessary hardness in seconds and this morning proved to be no exception. Pulling his flesh, the blood began to swell the seven inches of limitless pleasure to their ultimate length -- a fact that Gareth below could hardly ignore. As a result, it was somewhat inevitable that he reached up to grab hold of the raging bell-end before him, sliding his grip over the precious love-muscle.
The head was unsurprisingly moist -- oozing with delicious beads of pre-cum, that Gareth longed to taste. As a result, he smothered his one hand with the salty liquor, before bringing it back to his mouth so that he could lick it from his fingers -- one by one. It was an act of sheer debauchery that could do little but excite Will even more (if indeed that were possible) and as a result his cock began to dribble even further quantities of love-juice. It was, it seemed, the footballer's reward, and lapping it up like the horny bastard he so often was, he could resist the eventual open-mouthed embrace with his lover that shared the product of their passion between them. God, they were fucking hot that morning -- and, like a couple of sex-junkies, their only desire appeared to be that they should maintain their rampant sodomy for as long as was humanly possible.
Eventually, however, their most primal urges began to take a hold upon their young, virile bodies, and, like two cans of pop that someone had shaken vigorously, they discovered that the pressure from within was simply getting too much for them to bear. A thick glut of spunk was welling at the base of both their cocks, ready to spurt like whales over the vicinity, and, try as hard as they could, neither could hope to refrain from nature's way for any more than a few extra seconds. It was no great marvel, therefore, when Will gave a muffled groan -- signalling the start of a rich fountain of protein from his churning balls.
A great show of froth emerged -- spurting boldly from the end of that purple end in mighty, unrestrained globs and covering Gareth's smooth, rippled chest in the process. Not that the football hesitated from such undeniable bounty. Indeed, rather than shying away from the deluge, he rubbed his hands across his rib-cage, smothering the spunk across his silky flesh. It was a sight that Will himself could hardly fail to find hugely erotic and it was little wonder (given the situation) that he almost immediately commenced a second climax on succession of the first -- gasping for air as he did so.
Now it was Gareth's turn, and encouraging his lover-boy to slip himself aside, he pulled away his rubber sleeve and began to rub his shaft with fiery gusto. He hardly needed to, of course, for the fact was that he was already brimming with man-seed and stroking his pole merely confirmed what they both knew was about to happen. Not that either of them probably anticipated the blow-out that they witnessed -- bold, seemingly endless shots of thick, luscious cream, which fired high into the air, before falling down upon his stomach with heavy, uncompromising thuds. As a result, the guy was soon covered with a fine spray of milk from his neck down to his pubes, and rolling his fingers through the hearty pool, he could not help but glance up and fire a grin at the man who was in part responsible and with whom he longed to do it all over again!
Needless to say, that was not the last time that they had sex that day. In fact, far from it. An hour on and the pair were again fucking like dogs on heat -- this time on the sofa, with Will hung over the edge relishing every moment of his wanton buggery. Later still and the swimming pool set the scene, followed by a late afternoon encounter in the kitchen as they prepared something to eat. Finally, they made the most of a warm spring evening by finding a secluded spot in the garden for them to make love yet again -- only this time Gareth wanted to mark the occasion by riding up and down Will's cock himself. Amazingly, both boys were still as hard as skittle-pins even by that stage, despite the almost obscene quantities of sperm that they had very willingly produced -- but hey, this is what it's like to be young and full of testosterone. Remember?
What Steve Rooney would've said had he have known what his star striker had got up to that day is another matter entirely, however. After all, there was a Cup Final to win in a few days time and he needed all his players -- particularly Gareth Hicks -- to be primed and ready for the big occasion. Unbeknown to him, though, football didn't seem anywhere near as important to Gareth as it used to. He had fallen in love for the first and only time -- not just with Will, but with life in general -- and, quite frankly, that was simply all that now mattered to the fellow.
Win or lose on Saturday, Hicks had proved himself victorious already.