Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2003 18:00:29 +0000
From: Alex Roberts <roberts170@hotmail.com>
Subject: Footballers Have Some Fun

This Story contains M/M Sex if you are offended by this then do not read the
story! This story is not based on fact it is pure fiction. I do not claim
that those used within it are gay. If you have suggestions for the future
stories or how to continue this story then let me know
roberts170@hotmail.com

It had been a long hard day of training for the young lads and they were
feeling the burn as they stepped into the showers, sweaty and covered in
mud. As each man stepped into the showers they planted their eyes firmly on
the wall, not one of them wanting to be the guy who gets caught looking...

In reality each man in the steam filled shower wanted to do a lot more then
look but they managed to hold back their urges, each and every time they
stepped into the showers. The temptation to look was always there but they
never acted on it.

On the pitch it was a different story, they felt free to cop a feel at each
other's man hoods through the soft shorts. Each man that stood in the shower
with the water running down their backs knew roughly how large each of their
teammates were, it was amazing what you could find out during one training
session!

It wasn't long before the shower started to empty, in fact the large group
of sweaty and horny men that once occupied it how now dwindled down to just
two.

Michael Owen and Wayne Rooney both stood in the shower letting the water
continue to run down their hard muscular bodies, across their tight bubble
buts and down their long shafts. Each man stood with his back to the other,
thus avoiding any chance of gay accusations, but secretly they both wanted
to turn round.

`You two still in there?' The unmistakable accent of Steven Gerrard echoed
through the shower as he shouted through to his fellow England
internationals.

`Yeah, go on without us, we'll catch up.' Michael had replied to Gerrard.

`Yeah!' Chipped in Wayne.

`Ok but don't be to long...' The team had made plans to go out and unwind
after a long week of training sessions and Michael and Wayne were supposed
to be the centre of this celebration.

With their teammates gone Wayne and Michael were left alone in the shower
and the changing room. Each man had spent more then enough time in the
shower and was ready to get out, but they were each waiting for the other to
leave. It seems that both men had formed the same idea, be the last one out
and stare at the others arses!

But it was Wayne the crumpled first, bored of standing under the shower he
turned away from the wall and grabbed a quick glance at Michaels muscled
back and bubble but, before turning and exiting the shower. As he left the
shower Michael was all too quick to turn and plant his eyes firmly on the
tight virgin arse of Wayne.

He smiled as he watched the firm cheeks vibrate slightly as Wayne walked to
the changing room. But the view was soon gone because Wayne was quick to
wrap his white cotton towel around his waist.

With his view gone Michael to decided it was time to leave the shower. He
followed the path of Wayne and exited the shower, wrapping his own towel
around his waist as he went.

`You got any deodorant Mike?'

`Yeah, hang on a second.'

Michael bent over and grabbed the deodorant that he had placed in his bag.
As he did so Wayne watched eagle eyed as the tight perfect arse of Owen rose
in the air and seemingly hovered in front of his face.

But soon the fun of Wayne's had been taken away and Owen had thrown the
deodorant can toward him. It was now that Michael dropped his towel and
Wayne got the best view he had ever had. The bare naked flesh of Michael
Owen stood in front of him.

The pert but, the muscled legs and thighs. Wayne had to stop himself from
bending Michael over and exploring that lovely arse! But this view was not a
view that lasted for long because soon Michael was in a tight pair of white
CK boxers. The cotton of which was pressed tightly against the bubble of an
arse that Owen had.

Wayne swallowed hard as he fumbled with the twisting top of the deodorant
can that Michael had thrown to him. He had never been this attracted to a
man before, but there was just something about Michael that was amazing.

`You ok there man?'

`What?'

`The deodorant can, you ok with it? It's a bit tricky.'

`Oh!'

`Here let me...' As Owen said these three words he approached Wayne and took
the can in his hands. For a few moments the two England players fingers
became one and slowly slid over each other's hands. Then the can was removed
from the hand of Wayne and was firmly in the hands of Michael.

The two men stood staring into each other's eyes as Owen demonstrated the
twisting cap of the can. Neither man wanted to stay looking into the others
eyes but they couldn't look away no matter how hard they tried.

After the demonstration of the deodorant cap the two men should have been
pulling away from each  other and continuing to get dressed. After all they
had a party to get to, and Wayne was still wrapped in a towel whilst Michael
was stood in a tight pair of boxers.

And even though they should have been pulling away they couldn't. They stood
staring into each other's eyes. Both men could feel their cocks starting to
spring to life as they both leaned in closer to each other. Neither man
saying word, they just both knew it was right.

Michael's and Wayne's lips slowly getting closer and closer together. The
small gap of air between the two men's lips was shrinking and shrinking.

`You two still aren't ready yet?'

* * *

The voice of Steven Gerrard had woken both men from the trance like state
they had occupied and they had both quickly busied themselves with other
activities.

`Not yet no.'

`Shouldn't be much longer.'

Wayne and Michael both quickly got dressed. Wayne slipped on a pair of soft
red silk boxers that covered his bubble arse and semi-hard cock perfectly.
It wasn't long before both men were dressed in their dark blue England suits
and ready to go. Much to the delight of Gerrard who had been stood in the
doorway waiting for the two men, since he stopped there kiss.

During the somewhat boring celebration that the team had Owen and Rooney
were unable to go more then a few minutes with out looking across to the
other one, but they had yet to talk about the dressing room incident. They
had yet to talk full stop!

But they wasn't going to last, Wayne wasn't going to let it. He had felt
something in that dressing room that he had never felt and he new that
Michael had felt it as well. He wanted to finish what they were about to
start before they were interrupted!

`Michael, we need to talk.' Wayne had approached Michael as casually as he
could and sat next to him. He was all but whispering in Owens ear as he
talked.

`Yeah, I know. Look meet me in my room later on tonight.'

`What number?'

`404. We'll talk there, alright?'

`Ok, see you later.'

As Wayne walked away from Michael neither man could quite believe what they
had just done. Had they really just made a date? Were they really going to
do what they almost did in the dressing room?

* * *

As the night within the hotel bar started to wind down and the other players
planned where to go next Michael and Wayne both made their excuses and went
up to bed. Except Wayne didn't head toward his room, instead he headed
toward room 404.

Wayne felt his stomach tighten as he walked toward room 404 and toward
Michael. He didn't know what was going to happen when he went into Michaels
room that night but he did know that his life was going to dramatically by
the time he left.

As his knuckles made contact with the door he had never been more nervous.
At 16 he could play football in front of thousands in a stadium and millions
watching on television without one single attack of nerves but knocking on a
door he felt nervous.

`Mike its me...' He spoke as softly and quietly as his body would allow him
to.

There was no instant reply and Wayne got the horrible feeling that Michael
had changed his mind and didn't want to remember what happened, or nearly
happened in the changing room.

But it turned out that this was not the case because after a few seconds
Michael opened the door and motioned Wayne inside. Both men smiled at each
other as the door closed.

There was no explosion of passion as either man had expected, instead they
both stood nervously looking at the other.

`Look Wayne, I have never...'

`Me either!' Wayne cut Michael off knowing what he was going to say. It
seemed that this was enough to relax both men, they were on a level playing
field as it were!

`So what do you want to do?' Michael asked the question and after a few
moments of thought Wayne had an answer.

`Can I kiss you?' They desire to kiss Michael had been burning away at him
all night...

`Sure' And truth be told it was burning away at Michael as well.

Wayne approached Michael and leaned toward him. Their lips finally touched
and then the explosion of passion happened. Their tongues took over and
slipped deep inside each others mouths. The hands of the two men seemed to
take on a life of their own as well, as they ran down the backs and over the
arse of each man.

Neither man had ever felt the urgent need to get naked, and it wasn't long
before both men were stood in their boxer shorts looking, without shame at
the other mans body and large tent!

And as they stood admiring each other Wayne found another part of Michaels
body that he felt the urgent need to kiss. The large erect nipples of
Michael were calling for Wayne, a call he was all to happy to answer.

Wayne took the left nipple of Michael into his mouth and let his tongue
gently flick at the tip. HE could hear Michael sigh as his left nipple was
gently bitten and kissed, and his right nipple was gently tweaked.

Michael had never felt anything like this before. His cock was becoming
harder then he could ever imagine it would. The amount of blood that had
rushed to his still swelling manhood was causing a slight pain all over his
body. He desperately wanted to touch his cock, and to start jerking, but his
hands were otherwise engaged.

Whilst Wayne was busy working over the nipples of Michael, he found his back
and arse gently being rubbed and kneaded by the strong hands of Owen.
Michaels fingers quickly ran down the hard tensed back of Wayne and soon
found there way to the silk boxers of Wayne. Here they did not slip under
the waistband as Rooney had expected, instead Michael let his hands run over
the tight muscled cheeks of Wayne's arse through the soft silk of his red
boxers.

`Suck me!' Owen sighed as Wayne slowly started to lick his hard washboard
stomach. Michael had become so hard he couldn't take it anymore. He needed
release, but his words were not an order to the young stud who was
worshipping his body instead it was almost a plea.

A plea that Wayne decided to ignore. He could tell he was driving Owen mad
with passion and he loved it, he loved the feeling of power he had over
Michael and he loved the feeling of Michaels hands gently rubbing his arse
and back.

His tongue was to busy with the hard stomach of Owen to worry about the hard
cock of Owen! Wayne couldn't get enough of the sweet taste of Michaels skin,
and as a result he couldn't stop kissing, licking and sucking at Michaels
chest and stomach, no matter how much Michael begged for a blowjob.

It was as these two were enjoying each other so much that a sound
interrupted their passion and their pleasure, it was the soft sounds of
knocking. Someone was knocking on the door.

* * *

At first the two men attempted to ignore the knocking. They just sat on the
bed in silence watching the door. Hoping that it would not open and hoping
that the knocking would stop.

`Mike I need to talk to you.' It was that voice again. The voice of a man
who had already stopped these two young studs getting to know each other
better before, it was the voice of Gerrard.

Owen and Rooney both sat on the bed with their cocks slowly starting to
soften neither knew what to do. They couldn't ignore the knocking because it
was obvious that Gerrard was going nowhere. But they couldn't ignore the
passion that they felt toward each other. They needed to finish what they
were starting and they needed to finish now.

`Bathroom!' Michael jumped out of the bed as he said these words. He was
gathering Wayne's clothes.

`What?'

`Get in the bathroom, I'll get rid of him then we can carry on!' As he
pushed Wayne into the bathroom Michael quickly threw his clothes and shoes
under the bed.

`Michael open the door!' Gerrard was still waiting.

`I'm on my way...' Michael murmured as sleepily as possible. He took in a deep
breath and pulled open his hotel door and saw Gerrard smiling back at him.

`Take your time man!'

`Sorry'

Gerrard pushed his way into the room and took a seat on the bed. Michael
who's dick was still semi-erect was obviously tenting in his tight boxers,
something that Gerrard spotted all to quickly.

`Good dream was it!'

`I guess so.' Replied Owen trying to laugh things off. `What do you want?'

It was at this point that Gerrard stopped and looked at Michael. He smiled
as he looked at the cute guy that stood in front of him obviously excited.
He had always had a crush on Michael but never had the guts to do anything
about it. But as he stood looking at Owen in the poorly lit hotel room
Gerrard was growing some guts.

`Steve?'

`What?'

`What did you want?'

Gerrard was now done sitting on the bed. He didn't need to be there anymore.
He walked toward Owen and looked him dead in the eyes. He smiled as he felt
the hat rising from the body of his friend. But now he had stood up he had
lost his guts and he quickly backed away from Michael. As he backed away and
turned away from Michael, he spotted something.

There was a trouser leg sticking out from under the bed, Gerrard smiled as
the thought that someone else was here started to enter his mind. He scanned
the room and looked for a possible hiding place, there was only one place he
thought to himself.

`Don't mind if I use your toilet do you!'

But there was no time for Michael to stop Gerrard, who was already at the
door and pushing the handle down. Soon the door swung open and the smile on
Gerrard's face grew as he saw the man the occupied the bathroom.

As Gerrard took in the sight of a half naked and semi-erect Wayne Rooney in
thousands of thoughts ran through his mind. But he didn't take any of them
in. Instead he did something that shocked him and the other two men in the
room. He dropped to his knees and called Wayne over to him.

When Wayne arrived Steve took the large semi-erect cock from the silk boxers
and let his large tongue slide up thick shaft.

Wayne shuddered as the tongue of Gerrard ran up his shaft, Owen on the other
hand just stood watching, he couldn't quite believe his eyes.

`How big are you?' Gerrard asked Wayne.

`I don't know, about 9 and a half inches!' Gerrard smiled at this news and
let his tongue run up the shaft of Wayne again.

This time when he reached the head of the now fully erect cock, which did
indeed stand at a proud 9 ½ inches Gerrard cupped the arse cheeks of Wayne
in each hand and slowly he began to swallow the cock down.

He heard large sighs from Wayne and he could also hear some moans from
Michael, who was enjoying this show so much that he had slowly start to rub
his cock through his boxers.

Wayne had now grabbed the head of Gerrard and was slowly starting to guide
him up and down the large thick shaft of his cock with heavy sighs.

But there was something bothering Gerrard, of all the times he had imagined
being with a guy he had never pictured himself as the submissive one. He had
always seen himself in the more dominate role. Getting head rather then
giving it. But here he was on his knees sucking on the cock of Wayne Rooney,
and he was loving every second of it.

He loved the taste of this cock and he loved the smell to. It was a mixture
of sweat and pre-cum that was driving him mad. But there was still something
missing, Gerrard wanted there to be a dominate guy in the room somewhere. He
wanted someone to take control, and then as if by magic it happened.

`Michael get over here!' Wayne was taking control. `Get on your knees and
help Steve!'

Michael, who until now had been laying on the large double bed stroking his
cock sprung into life as the youngster ordered him into action. He instantly
crawled toward Wayne and Steve licking his lips in anticipation.

He quickly crossed the small room and was knelt next to Gerrard taking in
the sight of the large cock in front of him. His tongue ran up the base as
Gerrard moved his lips toward the head. Then in unison Owen and Gerrard
retuned down the shaft to the base, sending shudders of pleasure through
Wayne.

But Michael wasn't content with licking the think shaft of Wayne; he wanted
to taste the whole thing. Michael wanted to swallow the large cock down, and
so he pulled the mouth of Gerrard away from the large purple head of Rooney.

But it seems that both men wanted the same thing because they both quickly
went to swallow the cock, with each man claiming half of the head. Soon
their lips and tongues were involved in a passionate fight for the hard
teenage cock.

Feelings of pure pleasure ran through Wayne as he felt the two tongues and
sets of lips fight over his cock. He released gentle sigh after sigh. But
those sighs and moans of pleasure soon turned to moans of pain. The two men
were now biting at each other's lips and tongues, which wasn't the problem.

The problem was that Michael and Steve both caught the sensitive head and
foreskin with their teeth as well.

`Fuck!' Cried Wayne as one of the two men sank their teeth into his large
dick.

He instantly pulled his cock away from the more then willing mouths of his
lovers and stared down at them.

`Who the fuck was that?' After a few moments of silence Gerrard placed his
hand in the air to indicate it was him, he was to scared to say anything.

With this admission Wayne grabbed the back of Steve's neck and pulled him to
his feet.

`What the fuck do you think you're doing?'

Gerrard was given no time to answer, instead Wayne drove his fist into the
stomach of the midfielder. Steve bent over and clutched his stomach as he
struggled to breath. He wanted to fight back but Wayne had caught him so off
guard that he stood no chance.

But this hard punch to the mid-section was not enough for Wayne as it was
followed up with a second and then a third, until Steve feel to his knees.
But he didn't stay on his knees for long because Wayne soon had him back up
so he could hit a fourth shot to the stomach.

It was after this fourth shot that Wayne through Gerrard to the large bed.
He then turned his attention back to Michael as Gerrard lay on the bed with
tears running down his face and little air in his lungs.

Michael had been visibly shocked by this out burst and was slowly starting
to back away from Wayne.

`No you don't!'

Wayne grabbed Michael by the neck as well.

`You aren't done yet!'

Michael was left with little choice then to take the large and pre-cum
filled head of Wayne into his mouth. And as he did he forgot all about
Gerrard, laying beaten on the bed. All he could remember was the desire he
felt for Wayne and how he wanted them to be together.

He ran his lips and tongue up and down the thick shaft of his lover, as
Wayne moaned his signals of approval. Michael wanted nothing more then to
taste the cum of Wayne but that was not to happen.

`Get up and bend over!'

Wayne was making more orders and this time Michael knew exactly what was
coming. He did as he was ordered and bent over so his chest and shoulders
were resting on the end of the soft bed. It was only then that he remembered
Gerrard laying on the bed.

He swallowed hard as he looked at an example of the power that Wayne had.
Suddenly he didn't want to be bent over anymore, but it was to late Wayne
had already started to place his cock in the tight hole of Owen.

His head was placed between the cheeks first, and slowly Wayne guided the
shaft in. Slowly letting each inch of his pole enter Michael who was letting
out loud screams of pain.

With half his large dick placed in the tight arse of Michael, Wayne looked
toward Gerrard who was slowly starting to recover. He smiled as Gerrard took
in the scene in front of him. Wayne Rooney was fucking a naked Michael Owen
in his perfect arse.

`Shut him up Steve!'

Steve knew exactly what he had to do to shut the screaming Owen up. He
quickly unzipped his trousers and brought out his semi-erect penis. It stood
at a full 10-inch glory by the time Gerrard had stroked it a few times.

He smiled as he slid the cock into the mouth of Michael. The cock muffled
the screaming and it left Wayne free to continue his fun!

So as Wayne entered further and further into Michael, Steve Gerrard was
busying fucking the mouth of Owen with his giant dick. And after just a few
short minutes the two men were moving in unison with their violent
thrusting.

In...

Out...

In...

Out...

Each thrust the two men got harder, there hips moving faster and more
aggressively as they took advantage of Owen, who by this time had started to
enjoy the experience.

He had never felt anything like it before in his life, 2 large cocks
thrusting in and out of his mouth and arse in unison. The feeling was
amazing.

`I'm going to cum!' Gerrard and Wayne both muttered these words in unison.

And after just three more thrusts into Michael both men shot their large
loads deep into the England striker. Owen happily took down the large shoots
of cum from Gerrard and had never felt as good as when Wayne's load exploded
from his cock deep inside his arse.

As the three men collapsed breathing heavily they looked at each other and
smiled. Gerrard was still in his England suit and was sweating more then any
of them. Wayne was wearing his soft red silk boxers and was exhausted.
Michael on the other hand was naked. His dick still throbbing and waiting to
be relived.

* * *