Date: Mon, 2 May 2005 13:14:25 +0100
From: Larsen.Thrust <larsen.thrust@gmail.com>
Subject: Alan Smith and Joe Cole

This story features graphic descriptions of gay sex between two
footballers. Neither man mentioned is gay and neither has ever indulged in
any of the activities described. This is pure fantasy fiction... More's the
pity!


`For fuck's sake Joe! Stop looking so fucking horny,' whispered Alan.

`Wasn't aware that I was mate,' the dark haired guy replied, his eyes fixed
on the back of the seat in front and his lips formed into a subtle smile.

`You know you fucking are.'

`Can't help it mate. It's the way I always am.' A grin flashed across his
face as he glanced quickly at the blond man sitting beside him.

The two players were in the England team coach. The training session had
been a long one and they were now returning to the team hotel. Joe and Alan
were towards the back of the coach. There was nobody behind them or beside
them but other players were a couple of rows ahead.

`Cole, you're a bastard.'

`For looking horny? And I suppose you never look fucking horny Smithy!'

`Not for me to say.' He smiled knowingly.

The team had showered after the match and dressed in casual gear. It was a
very warm evening so both Alan and Joe had opted for trackie bottoms and
vests. They looked good sitting there, side by side. The blond haired man
and the dark haired man, in scoop necked skimpy vests showing off tanned
and muscular arms. Joe was sitting by the aisle with his left foot drawn up
onto the seat so that he was angled towards Alan slightly. His eyes were
fixed ahead however.

`Can't help it if I look horny Alan, Its just something you've got to
handle. Not my fault if you get a hard-on just cos I'm sitting next to
you.'

`Sshhhh! And I ain't got a hard-on.'

`No?' Joe glanced down at Alan's lap. `What you got in your trackies then?
A fucking beer bottle?'

Alan grinned to himself. `Yeah, well don't make it any worse. Not here.'

`Why not blondie?'

`Cos we're on a fucking coach you stupid cunt. Now be quiet!'

Joe was quiet for a moment and then whispered, `

`Ain't never cum on a coach? Bet you'd like to!'

`Fuck off Joe. Later mate.'

`Yeah? What you going to do later Alan?'

`You know!'

`No. Tell me. What are you going to do later?'

`If you behave yourself now I'll fuck you!'  `Yessss!' Joe hissed. `Me on
my back with my legs on your shoulders and all blond, sweaty and
aggressive.'

Alan took a sharp intake of breath as he imagined this.

`My arse will be so fucking hot and tight for you, Alan.'

`Good... Now belt up and behave.'

Joe was silent for a while, glancing occasionally at the beauty of the
blond man to his left.

`Trouble is, Alan, its gonna be at least one in the morning til we get the
chance tonight. Got that fucking press call and then the fucking
dinner. Its fucking six hours away.'

`Yeah, I know. We'll just have to be patient.'

`I don't do `patient' Alan. Bet you'd like to cum now wouldn't you and then
cum a few more times later.

`Maybe, but it can't happen. Now stop fucking teasing me. You'll get my
cock later!'

`I could get you off now mate! Fucking horny thought ain't it! Cumming in
the back of a fucking coach with the team up front.'

`Look, for fuck's sake you bastard,' Smithy grinned, `I'm not playing!'

`No? Not even when I know all of your little weaknesses?'

Alan's eyes rolled upwards. Joe was so persistent and the thought of
getting off right now was so tempting. But! No!

`Leave my weaknesses out of it!'

`OK mate! I'll behave.' Joe whispered and was silent while he savoured the
sensation of having an erection in his trackies. He wasn't going to give up
though. He could see that Alan was as horny as hell and he was determined
to push this. Casually and slowly his right hand moved up to the large
gaping left armhole of his vest. He gently gripped the fabric and slowly
and deliberately stretched it open and across his developed pectoral.

Alan's eyes moved to the left.

As he watched Joe pulled the fabric to expose his left nipple. It was
clearly erect and, as he stared ahead with a slight grin, his fingers
stroked the sensitive flesh.

`Bet you'd like to suck on that fucker Alan! You know how fucking horny you
get when you chew my tits.'

Alan was looking directly at the nipple now and very aware of the urging of
his cock in his trackies. He adored Joe's perfect nipples and the site of
the man tweaking it with ever increasing pressure was making him so
uncomfortable.

`Put it away you bastard! Later, I'll chew the fucking thing later.'  `It
feels really good now Alan, so fucking hard!' He looked Alan directly in
the eye and could tell the effect that he was having. `We're going to give
each others' tits such a seeing to later.'

`Yeah! Later! Right! Now put it away before I do something stupid.'

Joe poked out his tongue and winked as he covered his nipple and closed his
eyes. Alan was both relieved and disappointed. Relieved because this was in
danger of getting out of hand and disappointed because he would gladly
watch feast his eyes on Joe's chest all night long. But, for Joe, the
teasing was only just starting. He was enjoying it so much as the hardness
of his cock testified and he loved making Alan want him. As he had said he
knew Alan's weaknesses and he was about to exploit another of them.

Slowly his left hand moved up to his own gently stubbled face and strokes
his cheek, then he rubbed the back of his neck, then he rubbed his fingers
through the hair on the back of his head before resting. As he did so he
lifted his elbow high and then sat back, his furred armpit open and inches
from Alan's face.

Alan looked to his right and directly into Joe's pit.

`Oh, for fuck's sake, you bastard!'

`What's wrong Alan?'

`You know very fucking well what's up.'

He gazed on the muscle play of the arm and exposed part of the pectoral and
especially into Joe's muscular armpit and the dark fur that looked so
tempting.

`Bet you'd like to get your face in there wouldn't you mate? Proper little
pit freak ain't you? I know just how much you like to stick your face in my
pits and lick them, feel the hair on your tongue.'

Joe knew that he should tell Joe to be quiet but he was whispering and
there was no-one close. In any case this talk was so hot!

`I love the way you drool gob in my pit and make the hair all wet. I could
just hold that fucking blond head and press it into my pit!' And with those
words he moved closer so that his pit was just inches from Alan's face. `Go
on mate, give it a quick lick. You know that you wanna!'

`Fuck! No!' But there was an instinct that made him want to. Almost without
realising what he was doing he glanced up the coach to make sure that none
of the team were standing up or looking in his direction. A quick look to
his left, through the window, and he saw that they were overtaking a
truck.'

`No. Can't!'

`Fuck that, mate! Mind if I just draw this curtain across? The fucking sun
is strong.' This was no lie and in a snap second Joe had reached over and
tugged the curtain across the window. As he did so his stretched arm and
tempting armpit brushed Alan's blond hair. He settled back into his
previous position and briefly rubbed his right hand through his left pit.

`Come on Alan. You fucking know that you want to!'

Alan looked ahead again and, satisfied that the coast was clear, turned his
head and quickly brushed his tongue into the armpit.

`Mmmmm! Alan!'

He had tasted Joe's warm flesh and his senses reeled.

`Come on Alan, have a good lick in there! Show me how much you like it.'

`Shit!' Alan looked at the temptation again and then pressed his face into
the warm cavity, licking his tongue through the moistened hair.

`Fuck yeah,' Joe hissed, `that feels so fucking good!' and as he said this
his right hand once again exposed his nipple and started to play with it
vigorously, pinching it hard.'

Alan was lost in the pit momentarily but his licking was interrupted by a
noisy vehicle that they were passing. He lifted his head and sat back
licking his full lips.

`Enjoy that Alan?'

`You fucking know I did you horny fucker!

`Bet your cock is fucking dripping now ain't it?'

`Yeah! He was breathless but knew that they could do no more under these
circumstances.

`Felt fucking good having your tongue in there. I can feel how wet your gob
is in the hair.'

At that Joe started to tug his vest from the waistband of his
trackies. With a few deft movements it was completely untucked both front
and back. Alan watched. Alan watched as Joe tugged the fabric up a little
to expose his navel and some wisps of dark trail. Joe looked at him and
their eyes met. Joe winked. Alan looked down again as Joe pulled the vest
up over his abs and massaged the solid muscle. Because of the way that his
legs were positioned, and the way that the fabric of the trackies was
bunched you couldn't actually tell that his cock was hard. But it had to be
hard. It had to be totally rigid.

His hands now wandered over his abs as he grinned cheekily and his tongue
brushed his lips.


`Want me to take this off Alan?'

`You can't! Stop it.' Actually there was nothing he wanted more right
then. The thought of Joe beside him, stripped to the wait was overwhelming
but that would be going far to far.

`Shame! I like to show you my body. I know what it does to you mate!'

`Later Joe, later. I'll remove the fucking thing with my teeth.'  `Yeah, I
know you will you randy fucker! You can have a preview though!'

He tool the bottom hem of the vest and slowly pulled it up over his abs and
pecs. The guy was so well defined. Alan watched, his mouth filling with
saliva, as the vest was finally pulled above both of Joe's erect nipples
and the dark haired man looked t him cheekily.

`Fuck, I love showing my chest off. You love to look at it don't you. I can
see you fucking drooling looking at my nips. I bet your fucking cock is
streaming now. I'd love to see that precum oozing out of you.' At that
point, his right hand securing his vest above his pecs, he brushed his left
hand across Alan's granite hard right thigh. `Its cool mate, we can't be
seen.' He squeezed the hard muscle.

`Fuck! Be careful Joe!'

`You're telling me to be careful now! Just now you were telling me to stop!
Now, I wonder what you would do if I did this!'

With a quick movement his hand moved up into Alan's lap and rested on the
solid cylinder of his erect cock.

`Fuck!'

`Yeah. Thought you'd like that Alan! Feels so fucking hard for me. So
fucking solid.' He started to enclose his fingers around the cock through
the fabric of Alan's trackies and boxers. `Fucking huge mate! Just the way
I love a cock to be!'

He started to massage the cock in the fabric and as fantastic as the
sensation was Alan was frightened that just a little more of this action
would make him explode. Reluctantly he gripped Joe's hand and moved it
away.

`Later. You can play with my fucking cock all night tonight but not now!'
He could feel a flood of precum moistening him.

`OK mate, but you don't mind being able to have a look at my chest do you?'
He still held the vest above his nipples.

`Fuck no! I don't mind that at all.'

`Just seems a bit one-sided doesn't it Alan. I like what I see, I fucking
love what I can see of you in that vest but I want to see more.'

`You can wait!' Secretly he wanted to show Joe more but two could play
these games.

`Does it turn you on knowing that the rest of the team is up front?'

`Yeah, it does'

`I bet Becks would like to be down here with us. Still, I expect he's busy
mentally undressing Mike Owen. Bet he's gonna give him a fucking good
seeing to later.'

`Maybe Joe.'

`Yeah, but its your cum I'm getting up my arse tonight! Fuck's sake you
look so fucking hot in that vest. Hot in both ways. I got sweat on my pecs!
Look!'

Alan looked and involuntarily licked his lips as he imagined running his
tongue between those pronounced chest muscles.

`Don't you wish we could fuck now Alan? Me bent over this seat and you in
the aisle ramming your meat up my arse?'

`You're gonna get such a hard fuck tonight Joe!'

`Yeah? I'm gonna get you soaked in sweat before you do it. And when you
stick it up me I'm gonna squeeze the fucker so hard with my arse
muscles. You're gonna want to ride me all fucking night!'

`You going to fuck me as well?'

`Wait and see you horny bastard! Wait and see!'

Alan gazed over the near naked chest again, then, checking that all was
clear, he placed his right hand on the sweat-moistened muscles. Electricity
ran through his body as he felt the solid warm flesh. He had to touch one
of those nipples. He just had to.

`Getting brave there Alan! Very naughty. And on a coach as well!'

`Fuck off you cheeky git!' he grinned `just a quick feel.' And at that his
fingers groped around a hard nipple making Joe writhe and moan beneath his
breath.

`Fuck yeah! Fucking horny fucker! Feel my nip.'

Alan rubbed his fingers over the tip and then gripped it gently between
thumb and forefinger. He knew just how much Joe enjoyed this and looked at
the guy's eyes close and his mouth open as he savoured the sensation. He so
much wanted to dive onto him and ravish him right now.'

He felt Joe's left hand slide behind across his bicep feeling the solidity
of the musculature. The hand felt warm as it pushed beneath his bicep and
lifted it slightly. Feeling more confident and so horny Alan assisted by
lifting his arm and immediately felt fingers groping into his right armpit,
teasing the dark blond hair and feeling the natural moistness.

`Fuck, that feels good in there. So fucking hot and furry mate! God! I love
your pits as much as you love mine!' He rubbed firmly into the heat and
then started tugging at the hair. `Sit back with your hands behind your
head. Make me really happy.'

This seemed a natural enough thing to do so Alan complied. In any case the
thought of Joe admiring his pits was exciting him. He lifted his naked arms
and placed his hands, fingers entwined, behind his head.

`Shit! That looks fucking hot Alan!' Even Joe showed a little caution as he
looked down the coach and then moved slightly to face Alan and placed a
hand in each pit. He felt the moist dark blond hair against the palms of
his hands and then rubbed his fingers in deeply. Alan whimpered softly as
his eyes closed and full lips parted. The hands rubbed into him feeling his
body heat and the firmness of the muscles that surrounded the hollows. He
felt his cock lurch under the creases and folds of fabric. He was going to
give Joe such a good reward tonight! Right now, unbelievably, he was on the
team coach with his hand behind his head and allowing Joe Cole to worship
his armpits while Joe himself was exposing most of his luscious chest. This
was daring and very erotic. With his eyes still closed he was unaware of
what was about to happen but suddenly felt something moist pressing against
his lips. His eyes opened suddenly to fix Joe's eyes as his tongue pushed
into his mouth. On that fucking coach!

Their tongues met and fought, saliva was swapped before Alan, very
reluctantly pushed Joe away.

`Are you fucking mad or what?'

`Yeah I am. Now lets see those pits again,' he whispered in the blond's
ear.

Alan settled back as the hands once again pressed into him but, once again
something moist touched him. Joe's tongue had snaked into his left armpit
and was tracing itself over the most sensitive spot over the soft dark
blond hair. Alan quickly checked that nobody was looking and sighed quietly
though he really wanted to yell for more. Joe's tongue was insistent. It
always was when it washed Alan's pits and he drooled saliva into the hair
making a lather with the quickness of his tongue.

Suddenly Alan felt fingers tugging at his vest. He looked down and, as Joe
ate his pit, his fingers were pulling the vest from the trackies the way he
had done to his own vest. `Fuck this!' thought Alan, `If that's what he
wants.' He lifted his back from the seat a little enabling Joe to
completely free the vest from the elastic confines. This was crazy but it
was overpowering.

Joe's mouth pulled away from the armpit leaving a string of saliva
connecting his tongue and the wettened hair. Lovingly he started to pull
the fabric of the vest up over Alan's washboard abs and dark blond trail
and finally right up over his hard nipples. He gazed at that wonderful
smattering of hair on the blond hunk's sternum and imagined it streaming
with sweat and above him as Alan's big, big cock powered into him.

`You're so fucking hot looking you blond fucker!'

Alan was incredibly turned on by the thought that he was exposing so much
of his body on the team coach. Joe was worshiping his body with his
eyes. It was a worship that was mutual. A worship that meant that their sex
was always so passionate and uninhibited. Joe checked once again that there
were no curious eyes on the coach then stared into Alan's eyes and
whispered, `Want your nips chewed blondie?'

`Fuck yes!'

Still with his arms behind his head and the vest up by his neck he felt
Joe's lips brush his right nipple and fingers stroke through his trail. The
lips closed around the sensitive nipple and proceeded to suck
vigorously. It was all that Alan could do to restrain himself from crying
out. He was naturally a very noisy lover but now he had to be silent as he
felt Joe's teeth graze and nibble him. He looked down at the dark haired,
muscular beauty, at the mouth working his flesh. Regularly he would look up
and down the length of the coach just to make sure as he felt a dribble of
Joe's saliva dribble down his hot chest skin.

Joe was loving every second of this. He lived for football first and Alan
second but right now there was little thought of football in his mind. He
loved the hard nipple and the knowledge of the pleasure that he was
giving. He also loved the risk of doing this in such a place.

Suddenly Alan saw someone ahead move. Yes someone was standing up.

`Joe! Quick!'

Joe's reactions were always fast and this was no exception. He lifted
himself away from the hot body and pulled down his vest, licking up a trail
of saliva from his lips. He glanced at Alan who looked flushed as he pulled
down his own vest.

`What the fuck is Becks fucking doing?'

They watched as the captain, his back to them, pulled his shirt off over
his head revealing the famous tattooed back.

`He's taken his fucking shirt off. I'd do him.'

`Fuck off Alan. You're doing me tonight you fucker.'

There were calls and jeers throughout the coach. One player started singing
the theme from `The Stripper' and another called, `This ain't a fucking
photo shoot you poser!'

Becks looked round grinning and then shouted down the coach.

`We've got ages to go yet and in case you haven't noticed the
air-conditioning is fucked. Its bloody sweltering so I've taken my shirt
off.'

He grinned again and sat back in his seat.

Alan and Joe had been so pre-occupied that they hadn't noticed just how hot
and clammy it had become but they quickly became conscious that there was
more sweat than there had been. Near the front of the coach another player
pulled off his shirt. It must have been ninety degrees on board.

Just then the driver spoke into the microphone.

`Sorry about this lads. Can't do anything about it. Keep cool any way that
you can.'

Joe grinned and nudged Alan.

`OK blondie, lets get naked! I'm gonna get rid of this fucking vest.'

Alan felt a surge of excitement surge through his body. Later he would
ravish Joe. His tongue, his fingers, his cock would be everywhere. He would
fuck his brains out but for now this was so very, very erotic. He watched
as Joe started to pull the sweaty vest up over his chest and muscular back,
and finally over his head, exposing his moist pits again. He threw it onto
the empty seat across the aisle and then grinned at Alan.

`Well?'

`Fucking gorgeous!'

`Yeah, I know! What I meant is are you gonna get your fucking chest out?'

`If you ask me nicely.'

Joe grinned at the blond beauty. `Please!'

Alan winked at him and took hold of the hem of the vest and ragged it off
over his body. It stuck to the sweat on his broad back but it was soon
pulled off over his blond hair making it look tousled and sexy. He flung it
on top of Joe's.

Joe looked it over. The pecs were pronounced and firm and the nipples even
harder than when he had tongued one a few moments before. The dark blond
hair on his sternum was dampened with sweat. Now they could really admire
each other.

`You're fucking gorgeous Alan. You've got me so fucking hard!'

`Yeah?' He knew how hard Joe was likely to be but Joe wanted to
demonstrate. He took hold of Alan's right hand and guided it into his lap,
into the creases and folds of his trackies where it met a solid cylinder of
erect cock.

`Fucking hell Joe!' Alan squeezed his hand around the thick solid shaft. He
knew every inch of Joe's cock but somehow it seemed more rigid than ever
right now. `Gonna have that fucker right down my throat later.'

`You're gonna have it up your arse as well. Right deep up that tight
hole. See, you're gonna dump a load up my arse and then I'm gonna ram my
cock deep up your cunt!'

As Alan heard these words he squeezed the solid shaft and felt a hunger in
his arse. A hunger that begged for a hard cock spewing its load deep inside
him. He wanted Joe's muscular and compact body using every muscle that it
had to power into him, dripping sweat onto him.

`Go on Alan, squeeze the fucker.' Joe's hand wandered back to Alan's chest,
stroking the pecs and once again pushing into his increasingly moist armpit
loving the feeling of the damp hair. Suddenly he felt Alan's fingers
enclose his cock head and he had to hold himself back from orgasming. He
had great self-control. He most certainly wanted to cum, but not yet. He
brushed his hand down Alan's naked pecs and abs and, looking at him with a
lustful smile moved back down to the blond's crotch where his hand, once
again, met Alan's huge erection. Alan threw his head back and let out a
grunt. He felt Joe's fingers fold around his cock head through the fabric
and squeeze him.

`Bet that's as moist as fuck mate!'

`It is!' Alan was dripping precum. He could feel it.'

Joe quickly checked the activity in the coach and then, deftly, placed his
hand on the waistband of the trackies and lifted it.

`What you doing?'

`Wanna feel your fucking cock Alan!'

`Shit!'

Joe's fingers worked beneath the trackies and the elastic of Alan's CKs,
into the heat of his crotch, feeling dense dark blond pubic hair. He looked
into Alan's desire filled eyes as he moved onwards until, with his heart
pumping, he stroked against a stiff cylinder of erect and veiny footie
cock.

`Shit!' Alan's head was thrown back for a second and then he gazed down at
Joe's hand as it disappeared beneath the trackies and CKs.

`That cock feels so fucking perfect Alan. So fucking perfect.' He wrapped
his hands around the amazingly rigid and fat shaft and started to wank it
slowly. He smiled as he saw the reaction in Alan's face.

`Pull your trackies down. Get it out.'

`Fuck! I can't! Not now!'

`You fucking can! Who the fuck is gonna see. Go on. Go on! Imagine how
fucking hot that'll be!'

Alan's mouth was open and his eyes were wild. He was sweating. He looked
down the coach and then at gorgeous topless Joe beside him.

`For fuck's sake!' His fingers gripped the elastic of both his trackies and
CKs. He carefully lifted his arse from the seat and, looking at Joe's
expectant face, dragged the garments down, showing his dense pubic forest,
and at last freeing his cock and letting the elastic rest beneath his heavy
cum filled balls.

`You horny fucker!' Joe was staring at it. He had seen it so many times
before. He had had it in his mouth with his tongue lapping up the precum,
he had had it in his throat spewing a hot load of cum, he had had it
pumping into the hair of his armpit, he had had it deep inside his
arse. Deep and slamming, thrusting and pumping, shooting a load into his
guts. But it had never, ever looked hornier than it did right now. It was
solid. It throbbed. The foreskin was dragged back. The slit was wet and
sticky. It stood rigid.

Joe closed his fingers around the head; brushing the sensitive flesh and
making Alan buck and groan quietly. He watched as the fingers did their
work, squeezing him and pumping out a bead of his precious precum. He
watched as Joe fingered up the honey and then lifted his finger and placed
it in his mouth, licking it clean. Joe loved precum in his mouth.

`That's so fucking hot tasting. And that fucking cock is gonna ram up my
arse tonight ain't! All fucking ten inches of the fucker!'

And with those words he gripped the elastic of his own trackies. Alan
looked on entranced as the stunner shuffled the fabric down and exposed his
own rigid, oozing and totally perfect cock. It sprang to attention. Its
head was dripping with precum that slithered down his veiny shaft.

It was surreal. Here they both were, two England players, at the back of a
coach, the rest of the team up front. They were topless, stripped down
exposing their chests to each other and with their huge moist cocks free
and oozing. It seemed impossible. But it had happened. They gazed at each
other's beautiful faces, at their fit and muscled chests and at their
rampant cocks.

`You're gonna sit on that fucker later Joe. You're gonna feel it push right
up your cunt!'

`I wish you could shag me now Alan.' But even Joe conceded that that wasn't
possible. Instead he enclosed the head of Alan's cock in his fingers,
applying pressure to the base and pressing a finger into the dripping
slit. Slowly and firmly he started to wank it as precum oozed out onto his
hand. It was all that Alan could do not to yell out passionate obscenities
as he always did when a man played with his cock but he managed to stifle a
yell. Instead, with sweat trickling over his pecs and from his pits he
looked down at the hand that was working him. Joe's eyes were fixed on the
expression of lust on Alan's face. He loved giving pleasure to this man. As
he moved his hand down the veiny shaft with a strong grip and wanked Alan
in the way that he knew he loved his left hand moved behind the blond's
back and moved downwards to his arse cheeks. He quickly checked down the
coach and then slid a finger down Alan's arse crack. The blond acted
instinctively as he always did when a hot man wanted to play with his
arse. He raised himself slightly and moved forward.

`Yeah baby! Let me get my hand down there!'

A large and noisy lorry made the coach judder in its slipstream but nothing
would put Joe off what he was doing. Alan moaned almost inaudibly as he
felt a finger slide down his crack and rest on his hungry hole. His sweat
poured as Joe continued to wank him and apply greater pressure at his arse,
roughly rubbing the rim.

`Want my finger in there baby? Want my finger in your cunt?'

`Yeah. Yeah! Push it in me. Push it in!'

He lifted his arse slightly, still looking down the coach for signs of
movement. His mouth opened and he let out another long but low moan as the
tip of Joe's finger slid past his sphincter and moved in past the first and
second knuckle. He clenched it with his arse muscles and wriggled about on
it making sure that it rubbed the sides of his chute and the tip brushed
his prostate. His wild eyes stared at Joe pleadingly.

`You like that, baby? Like having your arse poked. Fucking ride it babe,
fucking ride it!'

Alan stretched out his naked arms and gripped the back of the empty seat in
front as he clenched the finger and felt Joe's other hand working its magic
on his precum streaming cock. Joe noticed a trickle of sweat running down
the side of Alan's body.

`Baby! Put your hand behind your head. Please...'

Alan did so, opening his wet armpit for Joe to gaze into and rapidly busy
his face, licking at the sweat and sucking on the hair that was matted and
darkened by fluid. He licked deeply and lovingly as he felt Alan starting
to shudder.

`Want me to bring you off baby? Want me to make you cum? You want to don't
you! You wanna unload your cum from those big blond bollocks.

Alan's face was tortured with the closeness of climax. His eyes
widened. `Fuck, I'm gonna shoot.  Joe thought in an instant and took his
hand off the cock to reach over for Alan's still warm and moist vest. He
stuffed some of it into Alan's mouth to stifle what he knew would be the
sounds of violent climax. Then, with his finger pushing and pumping into
the gripping hole, he went down on Alan. He dived into his lap and enclosed
the pulsing head in his lips. His tongue started to stab into the deep
reservoir of cum in the slit as his free hand gripped the sweating shaft
and started to wank it in firm, rapid, twisting motions.

Alan felt the tongue fucking his slit and the finger fucking his arse. He
looked down at the gorgeous head as it worked on him and, with a muffled
yell he allowed himself to explode. Shudders devastated his body as waves
of orgasm rushed through his frame. He started to buck violently but Joe
kept his grip. He felt the cock expand and then, as he carved, a scalding
jet of salty cum burst out from Alan's balls, up his shaft and into the
hungry mouth hitting the back of his throat. In response he applied even
more pressure with his tongue and finger as Alan shuddered again and e
bigger, faster wad of juice slammed into him.

Alan, sweating profusely, gagged with a vest, was wild eyed and pulsing
with indescribable pleasure. He felt another spasm and another gob of his
cum burst into Joe's mouth, and another, and another. Joe's mouth was awash
with cum, his throat plastered in it. It made his senses reel and suddenly
he went right down on Alan, burying the cock in his throat and feeling it
expand and shoot more cum straight down his gullet. Alan could feel Joe's
lips in his damp pubic hair and it was enough for one, final and shattering
explosion as his entire body lifted upwards and devoted every ounce of its
muscle power into the explosion.

He collapsed into the seat, running with sweat and breathless. He looked
down to see that Joe was now licking his cock clean, tonguing the cum off
his shaft and from his head, lapping into the slit to catch every drop of
the precious liquid heaven. As Joe did this he was wanking his own cock
hard and fast. He lifted his face from the washed cock and looked Alan in
the eye. His lips were coated with cum and a dribble of it dangled from his
lips.

`I need to cum babe!'

He pulled his finger free from Alan's arse and placed it in his mouth,
licking it as his face contorted. Alan so wanted to suck him off, so wanted
to take his cum in his throat but there was no way in which he could
reciprocate because Joe was in the aisle seat. Instead he brushed Joe's
hand away and encased the nine inches of Chelsea cock in his talented
fingers. His other hand pressed a finger into Joe's slit as the half naked
sweating hunk started to convulse. Joe had the good sense to stuff some
vest into his own mouth, and just in time because within a second his body
shuddered and a huge wad of cum shot out over Alan's hand. His crazed eyes
looked at Alan's face as he shuddered and exploded again... and again! Wads
of cum splattered Alan's hand and forearm and his own sweat soaked
chest. Hoe Alan wished that this load was pouring into his mouth and how he
wished that he could be finger-fucking Joe but the guy was in heaven
nonetheless. Another spasm, another wad of cum, and another, and finally he
subsided in his seat; eyes closed and sweat pouring down his forehead.

There was no way in which Alan was going to waste that precious Joe
cum. Lovingly and greedily he licked the thick goo off his hand and muscled
forearm craving for the taste of the man's fluids. And while he cleaned his
hand Joe gathered the cum from his chest and lavishly licked his fingers
clean.

They gazed at each other, marvelling in the risk and the pleasure of what
had happened. Both men reluctantly pulled up their trackies to cover their
wet and still semi-hard cocks and then, still topless, sweat stained and
satisfied they sat back in their seats as the coach approached their
destination.

`That was fucking fantastic Alan. Fucking amazing!'

`You wait til we do it properly later Joe. Wait til we can really let
ourselves go.'

`What are we gonna do Alan?' Joe smiled.

`Anything you fucking well want you horny, beautiful bastard!'


The coach pulled up outside the hotel. There were press photographers there
who furiously took photographs as shirtless England players emerged from
their coach. That was going to make a good photo spread in the tabloids,
but they'd only know part of the story.


To be continued.


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