Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 22:16:10 -0600
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: Anderson Cooper Investigates Part Eleven

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Part Eleven;

The CNN studios;

	Anderson Cooper was preparing his notes for the afternoon's taping of
the interview with David Beckham and Troy Aikman.  He couldn't believe
his luck of getting the two foxy athlete's to agree to an interview.  Too
bad he couldn't fuck around with them afterwards, Cooper lamented, but he
had to fly out to DC for another exclusive interview immediately
following the wrap up of the shot.
	Backstage in a private dressing room David Beckham and Troy Aikman were
shooting the breeze, chillin' after the make up lady had departed and the
two were waiting to be called to the set.  While Aikman no longer played
football professionally, he was still in tip top condition.  His large
muscular frame filled out his slacks, shirt and blazer.  He grinned at
David Beckham, seated on a small couch near his chair.  Beckham was
hotter than ever, dressed in a stylish silk tuxedo.  Troy'd been hot for
the British soccer player for a long time and was desperate to get his
hard cock up the Brit's tight perky ass.
	Beckham lifted a bottle of water to his lips and took a sip.  He was in
deep thought, trying to imagine what the hot American football player
looked like naked.  He was pretty muscular and fit, but he and the other
lads he played with were of the lithe lean muscular build.  He was really
turned on by the large muscular frame of American football players.
Aikman had been his wet dream for years.  While David topped nearly
exclusively, for an American stud like Aikman, Beckham would have gladly
threw his legs up over Troy's broad shoulders.  As his lips pursed around
the bottle spout, Beckham imagined that it was the head of Aikman's cock.
	"You nervous about the interview with Cooper?"  Troy broke Beckham's
revere.
	"Nah," Beckham shrugged, "done enough of them back home."
	Christ!  Aikman loved Beckham's accent.  It was incredibly sexy and he
shifted in his seat to adjust his raging boner.  "Hmm," Aikman nodded,
"you're probably used to all of the usual questions; the game, being a
celebrity, the money, the women, the rumors...."
	David looked at Troy quizzically, "rumors?"
	Aikman chuckled, "you know, about fucking around with other dudes."
	Beckham nodded.  "Those rumors do tend to follow me."  Beckham eyed
Aikman speculatively.  "You heard about it?"
	"Hell," Aikman grinned, "I've had a few of my own in my career."
	"Yeah?"  Beckham shifted in his seat, the conversation was getting hot
and he was beginning to throw a boner.  "No kidding!  You?"
	"Shit yeah," Aikman reminisced.  "I had to do some silly after shave
commercial just to circumvent the rumors."
	"Yeah," Beckham sighed, "those fags are pretty dogged in their wet
dreams."
	"You mean there's no truth to yours?"  Aikman pressed.
	"What do you mean?"  Beckham demurred.
	"You never fucked around with another dude?"
	"You have?"  Beckham's boner was straining in his silk slacks.
	Troy shrugged.  "I used to let a couple fags blow me in college."  He
was evasive.
	"Hmm," Beckham contemplated.  "You never fucked around with any team
mates?"
	"Have you?"
	Beckham grinned.  "Lets just say that Michael Owen had trouble walking
after I was threw with his arse!"
	Aikman chuckled.  "Pretty hot ass huh?"
	"Nice bubble butt," Beckham sighed at the memory.  "Joe Cole and Harry
Kewl as well."
	"Top man," Aikman lamented, "huh?"
	"Well," Beckham winked conspiratorially, "my arse is up for it for the
right man.  What about you?  You topped any team mates?"
	Aikman chuckled again.  "No team mates but I did tag Andre Aggassi's
ass."
	"Hot," Beckham nodded in approval.
	"And Greg Louganis is a little power bottom."  Aikman recalled.
	"No shite!"  Beckham marveled.
	"Gymnasts and swimmers tend to be the best bottoms."  Aikman sighed.
	"What about footie players?"  Beckham hedged hopefully.
	"Footie?"
	"Soccer players," Beckham interpreted, "that's what you yanks call
them."
	Aikman leaned back in his chair and spread his large muscular legs
wider.  There was no hiding the raging boner tenting his slacks.
"Haven't had much experience with them...yet."
	"Yeah?"  Beckham shifted in his seat again.
	"Think you set it up so this Owen or Kewl would take a ride on this?"
Aikman cupped his straining cock with the palm of one large hand.
	"I might be able to arrange some one a bit more immediate."  Beckham
grinned.
	"Yeah," Aikman rubbed his boner through his slacks.
	Beckham smiled seductively as his lifted his legs a bit to allow Aikman
a view of the curve of his arse.  He ran a hand along the curve of his
ass.  "Think you'd like a go at this?"
	Aikman admired the hot bubble butt a moment.  Abruptly he rose and
walked to Beckham.  "Yeah?"  He asked gazing down at Beckham.
	"Yeah," Beckham nodded as he loosened his belt and pushed the smooth
material of his slacks down over his arse along his legs to his ankles.
	Aikman tugged the slacks from Beckham's ankles and feet and tossed them
aside.  "Let me get a look at that ass," Aikman instructed lowly.
	Beckham leaned back on the couch and pulled his legs and knees up to his
chest.  "Let me see that cock."
	Aikman watched Beckham's ass as the Brit pulled the cheeks apart and
exposed his quivering little ring.  He yanked at the belt at his waist
and unzipped his own slacks.  They slipped to the floor in a pool around
his ankles exposing his powerfully muscular quarterback legs.  But more
importantly to Beckham, Aikman wasn't wearing any briefs so the American
athlete's hard ten inch cock was open to his hungry gaze.  Beckmam licked
his lips and stroked his own ten inch cock that was pressed hotly against
his flat muscular stomach.
	"Nice," Beckham cooed appreciatively.
	Aikman stepped closer and touched the fingers of one hand against the
hot clenching ring of Beckham's ass.  The ass lips seemed to pucker and
kiss against the tips of Aikman's large masculine fingers.  "Hot little
soccer pussy," Aikman hissed.
	Beckham wasn't bothered as usual by the American term for his sport.
"Hungry for this," Beckham reached out and stroked Aikman's hot hard
cock.  It pulsed in his large muscular hand.  "I've been hungry for it
for a long time," Beckham admitted.
	"Well," Aikman moved his hands to the base of his cock as Beckham spread
his legs wider and placed his ankles up upon Aikman's broad shoulders.
"I think its about time I fed it to you."
	Beckham twitched his butt, "well then get to it!"
	"Whoa," Aikman swatted at Beckham's butt playfully.  "Pushy little pussy
boi, aren't you?"
	Beckham grinned, "whatever it takes for you to fuck the shite out of
me!"
	"Well," Aikman gripped his cock at the base and rocked his hips until
his bulbous cock head nudged against Beckham's twitching ring.  "The
sooner your hot ass gets what it wants the better."
	Beckham watched Aikman aptly as he thrust powerfully within the Brit's
arse.  "Ooooooooooooo," Beckham wheezed and winced as his arse muscles
clenched around Aikman's thick cock as it drove forward.
	"Yeahhhhhhhhh," Aikman huffed, burrowing the entire length of his shaft
in Beckham's tight hole.  "Tight....soccer....pussy," Aikman gasped
gyrating his pelvis against Beckham's hard buttocks' muscles.
	Both men were breathing heavily as Aikman held completely within
Beckham's tight constricting arse until Beckham was accustomed to the
size.  Beckham bucked back in impatience, needing little time, ready to
ride the American athlete's cock.
	"You really want it," Aikman chuckled, rocking his hips back,
withdrawing his cock a bit before driving forward again.
	"Ughhhhhh," Beckman gritted his teeth but still watching the American
athlete's heavy thrusts forward.  "Harder!"  Beckham encouraged.
	Aikman complied, increasing the pace and power between his thrusts.  He
was standing on the balls of his feet as his thick muscle thighs whacked
loudly against Beckham's muscular bubble butt.
	"Deeper," Beckham groaned, twisting his head a bit in ecstasy.
	Aikman gripped Beckham by the ankles and spread the hot butt wider as
his cock was swallowed over and over again by Beckham's stretched pink
ass lips.  With each thrust and gyration, Beckham bucked back and
contorted his rectum muscles tightly around Aikman's pulsing shaft.
	"Oh yeahhhh," Aikman rocked on his hips and threw his head back a bit.
"Tight English pussyyyyyyyyy," he grunted and groaned.
	"Oh........ughhhhh........yesssssssssssss," Beckham hissed, gyrating his
own hips against Aikman's thrusts.  "Fuck........arghhhhh........arse!"
	Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  The sound of muscled thighs and low hanging
balls hitting muscled ass cheeks filled the dressing room in an even
rhythm.  Aikman moved his hands down low to Beckham's hips and hauled the
soccer player closer.
	"Ride my cockkkkkkk," Aikman growled as he thrust harder and faster.
	"Mmmm," Beckham whimpered as his entire body shock at the force of
Aikman's thrusts.  Each time Aikman's cock drove forward it felt as if he
was being ripped open even more.
	"Uh.....hunh," Aikman's cock and hips rocked harder.  His fingers dug
deeper into Aikman's hip flesh.
"You're....my....soccerrrrrr......playingggggg.......pussy....boi........
yeahhhhhhh.....take...it!"
	"Mmmmm," Beckham whimpered again, withering in pleasure as perspiration
coated his body.
	Sweat was running down Aikman's forehead, and hard thick thighs.  Damp
circles were forming on his shirt at his underarms and across his broad
powerful chest.  His balls were churning.  He was going to feed Beckham a
really big load...........
	"Arghhhhhhhh," Aikman roared as his cock jerked and exploded within
Beckham's bowels.   "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!"
	"Ooooo.....yeahhhhhhh......feed....it...to...meeeeeeeee," Beckham
wailed.  He winced and his own cock erupted and ropes of cum flew up in
the air, over Aikman's head.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....oooooooooooooooo.......shite!"  Beckham rattled as
the ropes of spoog continued to arc up over Aikman's head.
	"Oh.......yeahhhhhh......"Aikman held Beckham's tight arse close as he
emptied the last of his spoog from his cock.
	"Mmmmmmm," Beckham whined as the last drops of cum were forced from his
cock.
	Both men were gasping for breath, breathing rapidly.  Aikman nodded.
Beckham chuckled.
	"Nice," they spoke in unison.  "Fuckin' nice!"

to be continued.......