Date: Wed, 15 Jul 1998 19:18:15 PDT
From: Austin Fan <fan_austin@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Beck home"

Obligatory warning: This story is intended for a mature audience. It 
contains descriptions of homosexual activity. If you are underage or if 
you live in an area where it is illegal to read about such matters, 
don't read this story or immigrate to Holland. This story is pure 
fiction. Any similarity between the characters and real people is purely 
coincidental.

Furthermore, English is not my first language, so please pardon any 
mistakes I may have made. Comments or suggestions are always welcome. I 
hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

Austinfan
fan_austin@hotmail.com
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BECK HOME

It was a rainy evening in Worsley, England. David Beckham stared out of 
the window of his expensive home. There was little to see, apart from 
the drizzle and the usual photographers across the street. Usually there 
were at least ten of them, waiting for his every move. But he had stayed 
inside all day and the depressing weather had driven most of the 
vultures away to some other victim's house.

David took another drink. He still felt miserable, even lonely. His 
fiance Victoria was off to some concert with the remaining Spice Girls. 
And he had not been in the mood to join her. In the old days they could 
occasionally sneak out together, to some party or some friend's place. 
But nowadays wherever they went the press hunted them down like they 
were wanted criminals. And all this because of one stupid foul for which 
he had apologised anyway.

Life had not always been this cruel. Only a few weeks ago he had been 
the golden boy of English soccer. One of the best players of recent 
years and certainly the most attractive. His great skills had long been 
apparent to the many followers of the world's most popular game. For 
Manchester United he had performed magnificently, even scoring one of 
the most memorable goals ever. A terrific kick from within his own half 
which had totally dumbfounded the Wimbledon-goalkeeper and delighted 
everybody else.

He had been an obvious choice for England's worldcup squad. With Paul 
Gascoigne a shadow of his former self, Beckham was one of the few, 
perhaps the only one, who could bring some creativity to the side. But 
to David's astonishment, manager Glen Hoddle had not even picked him for 
the first match. The result was predictable: England beat Tunisia but it 
was an uninspired game. Then came an unexpected defeat against Rumania 
and the English worldcup-dream was in grave danger. 

But against Colombia David did play and how! He directed the play, 
scattering brilliant passes. And from a free kick he scored a 
magnificent goal from thirty yards. It was not only his goal that 
delighted millions, but also the sight of the blond hunk on his knees, 
celebrating. At twenty-three he was the perfect mix of grown-up athletic 
stud and boyish hunk. 

His luck was to change dramatically though. In the second round against 
Argentina he started well enough. And what a match it was: 2-2 at half 
time, with that other gorgeous teen idol Michael Owen scoring an 
unbelievable goal. But at the start of the second half David was brought 
down and as he lay helplessly on the pitch he kicked the culprit. It was 
a worthless kick but it happened in front of the referee who sent him 
off. The rest is history: England was knocked out on penalties and 
Argentina went on. On to a memorable defeat to Holland in the 
quarterfinals.

Then it started: The English, and especially the gutter-press, in 
desperate need for a scapegoat, turned against him with great 
fanaticism. One national newspaper had the headline "Ten brave heroes 
and one stupid boy" all over the front-page. When he went to New York 
with Victoria, for a short holiday, the paparazzi followed them 
everywhere. He feared he had just replaced the late Princess Diana as 
the most hunted person in Britain. And one silly mistake had caused all 
that.

Coming home had done little to change his mood. Occasionally the phone 
would ring and some drunk would shout abuse at him. Or it would be a 
journalist whose first question would be: "How do you feel, having left 
down your country?" Although he tried to act sturdy, it was far more 
than David could stomach. And now he was alone. Alone with his thoughts, 
with his worries and his beer.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. It startled David. He was not expecting any 
visitors. Reluctantly he walked to the front door and opened it.

"Hi Becks..."

Luckily it wasn't a drunken "supporter" or a tabloid man. It was his 
Manchester United teammate Ryan Giggs. 

"Hi Ryan, come in."

Ryan walked in and took off his expensive leather jacket. He shook his 
curly head like a puppy and waterdrops spattered across the hall. He 
giggled.

"Sorry 'bout that. Terrible weather."

"Oh, that's all right Ryan."

The boys entered the living room. Giggs sat down in one of the posh 
designer-chairs. He looked around.

"You all alone? Where's Vicky?"

"She's off to some concert. I don't think she'll be back this weekend. 
You want a beer?"

"Please."

David went to the kitchen to get it. He was pleased Ryan had come to 
visit him. At first they had been seen as rivals. Beckham had been 
called "the new Ryan Giggs." But they had proved they could play well 
together. And they got along really well too. Ryan was only a year and a 
half older than he was and they shared many interests. They both loved 
expensive clothes and cars. And they were often seen at only the 
trendiest nightclubs. They had a lot in common.

He brought his friend a designer bottled beer and sat down on the sofa. 
For a moment he was silent. He took a good look at Ryan, who was 
certainly worth one. Of course he had a nice athletic body. All great 
footballers have. But he had beautiful brown eyes and cute curly brown 
hair too. Before Beckham came on the scene Giggs had been the favourite 
of the young girls on the stands. But David was in a league of his own 
as far as looks are concerned. And he knew it.

"So," said Ryan. "How have you been?"

"Oh. Just terrible."

Ryan felt his mate was telling the truth and felt a bit uneasy. Of 
course he knew everything that had happened. Hey, they have television 
in Wales too! But what was he supposed to say? He said nothing.

David stretched himself and wiped his long bleached blond hair from his 
forehead. He took a sip of his beer. 

"It's bloody ridiculous!" he blurted out. 

"What is?"

"The way everybody behaves. It's like everyone is down on me. And those 
goddamn photographers. They drive me mad!"

"Oh, come one Becks. They're not worth it."

"Really man, they follow us everywhere. Did you see those pics they made 
in New York?"

Ryan had and it had been pretty embarrassing. David and Victoria had 
gone to the States to get away from it all. Instead they had been 
hounded and the pictures of the young couple had been all over the 
papers. Holding hands, she touching his gorgeous butt, the great British 
public had been seen it all. And everything accompanied with the usual 
derisive captions. David had become Fleet Street's favourite 
hate-figure.

"Yeah, I did. But so what? This'll blow over."

"Will it? They seem to enjoy it."

In one gulp he emptied his glass. He now knew what he wanted to do 
tonight. He wanted to get really drunk and his pal Ryan was going to be 
his drinking-chum. And so it happened. They drank a few more beers and 
then turned to whiskey. And as night progressed the mood got more and 
more emotional. 

"You know," said David. "I'm really thinking of moving. Victoria wants 
to move to Italy anyway. So why not? What's left for me here?"

"Man, you can't be serious! Think of us; think of all your pals here. 
Think of your family."

David sighed. He had thought of that too. It was some dilemma. But he 
knew things couldn't go on the way they had. These past few weeks had 
been a nightmare to him.

"I know Ryan, but it's ... it's too much. I don't think I can take much 
more of this shit."

He felt a tear in his eye. And then another. Before he knew it tears 
were streaming down and he was holding his head in his hands.

Ryan Giggs looked on uncomfortably. He knew his friend was an emotional 
man, but he had never seen him cry before. And he had hardly realised 
how dreadful life had been for him recently. He felt so sorry for him 
and he hated to see any man weep, let alone his friend David. Ryan got 
up and sat down on the couch next to him. He put his right arm around 
his neck and whispered.

"Come on Dave, it'll be all right."

Then he put both arms around David, who was sobbing audibly. Ryan pulled 
David's head towards his chest. He now held him in his arms, like a 
mother comforting a child. 

"It's okay, Becks. It's okay."

The boys sat like this for some time. David trying to regain control, 
Ryan holding him tight. And although he had only wanted to console his 
friend it sure felt great. Feeling that terrific body pressed against 
his, that beautiful face resting on his chest, it excited him. He 
loosened his grip a bit and moved his hand up David's back. Slowly he 
started to stroke him.

"There... It's all right David."

Beckham did hardly realise what was happening. He was too sad, too drunk 
and too glad that he had found a shoulder to cry on. When the entire 
world had turned against him and even his girlfriend had left him to his 
misery, at least one man was there for him. One real friend.

But his friend was getting more and more excited. With one hand he 
continued to caress David's back and with the other he stroked his long 
blond locks. It was something Ryan had always wanted to do, but had 
never dared to. And now he did it. Not out of malice, abusing someone at 
his lowest low, but because it felt like the natural thing to do. He 
wanted his friend to feel better and this seemed the best way to do it. 
And it certainly made him feel good: he could feel the pressure in his 
groin.

Ryan lowered his left hand and ever so gently touched David's right 
cheek. He brought his face closer. He could feel the heavy breath of the 
gorgeous hunk in his arms. He stared into the younger man's dark eyes. 
It was too much: Ryan bent over and pressed his lips to David's neck. He 
kissed him, paused and kissed him again. 

David could only murmur. He was too surprised. Something was happening 
to him, that had never entered his imagination. Another man and a very 
good looking man too, was touching him, caressing him, kissing him. And 
it was someone he knew very well. Or at least he had thought so. Ryan? 
Gay? Never.

"Ryan, stop it."

But Ryan did not stop. He couldn't. Ever since he had first laid eyes on 
beautiful Beckham he had had the hots for him. He had never seen a more 
attractive man in his life. And he had seen a lot of attractive men. 
Most of them on video and a few in the occasional bar in Amsterdam. Not 
in Manchester or London. Ryan was not that stupid. He knew the British 
press too. What a story that would have been: "Randy Ryan!" or "Giggs in 
gay bar-shocker! World exclusive!" It would have turned his life into a 
nightmare, so he had always been careful. And until now even his closest 
friends on the team had never noticed anything. As far as they were 
concerned he was just as straight as the rest of them. But whenever they 
showered after a match he could not keep his eyes off David's gorgeous 
body. And at long last he had succumbed to the temptation.

"David, I can't. I want to make you feel better."

He pressed his cheek against David's. His lovelock touched the other 
man's forehead. His lips found their way to David's ear lobe. He 
lovingly kissed it.

This was too much for David. He pushed Ryan away. He stared at him with 
bewilderment in his eyes. Deep inside he felt the urge to hit him.

"What the hell is this?" he yelled. "I don't believe it!"

He got up and staggered. 

"What do you want from me?"

All of a sudden the situation had reversed completely. David had 
regained control of himself. For a moment the worries and doubts had 
been forgotten and replaced with bewilderment and fury. Fury because a 
man had done all those things to him. And bewilderment because that man 
was Ryan. Good old Giggsy with whom he had been to all those clubs, 
drinking beer and chasing girls. Girls!

Now it was Ryan who felt desperate. What had he done? He could feel his 
face turn red. He had only tried to comfort his mate and his instincts 
had got the better of him. Instincts he had hidden so well for so long. 
Now it would all come out and he would lose a great friend and gain an 
enemy. 

"Oh God, David, I'm so sorry..."

"Sorry! I'll make you feel sorry! You fucking faggot! Get out!"

"Oh Becks, please let me explain..."

"Don't you Becks me! Dirty little bugger!"

"Please, David..."

Ryan could hardly speak anymore. He felt a lump in his throat and a tear 
welling in his eye.

"I only tried to help you... I'm so sorry..."

"Help me? Fuck you! You're just like the rest of them! Trying to take 
advantage of me!"

"No! No!"

"And what's all this shit about making me feel better. I'm not a fag! 
Hell, I've got the hottest girl in London and I'm going to marry her. 
Marry her, you hear!" 

This time Ryan was the one who burst into tears. 

"Oh David, I shouldn't have been so stupid. But you were so down. I just 
had to do something, you looked so sad. I'm so sorry."

And in tears he told his friend the secret story of his young life. Of 
having to be cautious all the time, not making anybody suspicious. Of 
having to laugh at all the terrible jokes his teammates made about gays. 
Of having to be seen in public with girls on his arm for the sake of the 
papers. It was a long story (leave that to a Welshman) and it had at 
least one positive effect: it calmed David down. 

"And I'm only human Dave, and you're so beautiful. Hell, you know 
that... Why do you think all those girls scream at you? I can't help 
it... Ever since we first met I've only thought of you... David... I 
love you."

He cried again. He felt heartbroken and he looked it. David started to 
feel sorry for him. Life must not have been easy for Ryan either. And 
after all, he had been the only one he could turn to. No, Ryan wasn't 
too bad. He had done a stupid thing, but hell, don't we all. And what 
were we talking about anyway? A few kisses. As if David had never been 
kissed in his life... And they had not been bad kisses too. He grinned. 
And the hugs hadn't been so awful either.

"Come on, Ryan. Stop crying."

But Ryan couldn't stop crying. He had never felt so miserable in his 
life. He had come here to cheer his friend up and it had come to this.

"Come on man, stop it. I forgive you."

David walked to the couch, grabbed Ryan by the hands and pulled him up. 
Smiling he looked in Ryan's brown puppy-eyes. He ruffled his friend's 
curls and embraced him.

"There, that's better."

They stood there for ages. Ryan dared do nothing. His arms hung limpsy. 
But he could feel David's flesh pressed against his and the tension in 
his crotch returned. Hesitantly he put his arms around David's waist. So 
they stood, just like a young couple in love. It was enough to make 
Ryan's head spin.

"Becks, I'm so sorry about all this..."

David was still smiling. Crazy Giggsy, in love with him! Who'd have 
thought it? And he had to hand it to him: it certainly felt good holding 
him like this. Not the way it felt holding Victoria of course. Different 
but good. Ryan was a lot taller and firmer than any girl he had ever 
hugged like this. More muscular. That wasn't bad at all. 

Suddenly David felt two things he had never experienced before. Ryan's 
hands were lowered onto his bum! And at the same time he felt a bulge 
pressing into his crotch. A stiff cock pushing against his own. And two 
strong hands grabbing his ass. Groping them, moulding them, stroking 
them. He wanted to shout and opened his mouth. But before he could speak 
two firm lips were pressed against his in a hot passionate kiss. 

He tried to push his would-be lover away, but the grip on his body was 
too strong. Ryan kissed him again, on his mouth, on his neck, his mouth 
again. And he continued to feel David's tight butt. 

"David, I love you so. You're such a hunk. And you're so sweet."

"Ryan, stop it."

But Ryan had only just begun. He parted David's lips with his tongue and 
gave him a long french kiss. And he pushed his erection deeper and 
deeper into his friend's groin. He was rock-hard by now.

"Oh my God."

David couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was being tongued 
by a guy! A guy was groping his buttocks! A guy was making love to him! 
And to make things worse the constant pressure of Ryan's cock made his 
own stiffen! He was rapidly getting hard himself. Ryan felt this too and 
took one hand of David's butt. He grabbed the other boy's hard-on and 
fondled it.

"You like it?"

The blond stud was speechless. Did he like it? Did he like his ass being 
played with? Feeling two hot lips on his? Being grabbed by the balls? A 
guy holding his cock? His cock that was by now fully erect.

"Looks as if you like it."

Ryan smiled at him. David couldn't help but notice it was a stunning 
smile. 

"Man, stop it."

But David's voice wasn't as forceful as it had been. All the feeling, 
the grabbing, hugging and kissing had got him excited. Was he losing his 
mind? A GUY was exciting him! Turning him on! He groaned.

This was enough encouragement for Ryan. He quickly unzipped David's 
designer jeans and janked them down. The bulge in Becks' drawers was 
huge. Ryan went down on his knees in front of his friend and bent 
forward. He put his hands around David's ass and slowly kissed the top 
of the lump. It got larger instantly. He moved closer and shoved his 
face in David's groin, moving his mouth around the cock.

David groaned and moaned as the tension in his balls got almost 
unbearable. He could think of nothing else. 

"Oh man, yeah."

He looked down at the curly head in his crotch. The feeling of the hot 
lips licking his big dick through his briefs made him quiver. And it 
made his balls ache. This was too much. He desperately needed to release 
the pressure. Without thinking he bent over and took off his Calvin 
Klein's.

The huge cock slapped Giggs in the face. It was so stiff and so big! 
Although Ryan had seen plenty of it in the showers at Old Trafford, he 
had never seen it this huge. At least ten inches. It would have made 
David a successful porn-star had he not been such a great athlete. Ryan 
gazed at it with amazement and delight. The cock was throbbing wildly 
with every anxious beat of David's heart. Ryan didn't hesitate. He had 
wanted to do this for so long and now he had the chance. He gently put 
his lips over the fat purple knob.

"Oh yeah! Suck it Ryan!"

Ryan licked the piss-slit that tasted of sweet pre-cum. He lapped the 
big shaft like the hungry puppy he was. Then he opened his mouth as wide 
as he could and went down for the kill. Part of the huge cock filled his 
mouth. But even with his experience at cock sucking he could hardly take 
it all. This boy was enormous! He could feel the corners of his mouth 
around it. The head deep in his throat. 

"Oh yeah! That's it! Suck me!"

David grabbed Ryan's head and pulled it closer to his abdomen. More of 
his cock entered. It made Ryan choke. With wild gestures David started 
to face-fuck him, ramming his pole all the way down his sore throat.

"Oh God, yeah! Take it all! Yeah!"

It felt wonderful. Nobody had ever taken so much of David's penis. He 
was getting close. He fucked his friend's mouth faster and faster. Then 
he felt his body stiffen. Two more thrusts and then he exploded. 

"YEAH!! OH YEAH! Oh my God!"

A fountain of cream squirted up Ryan's throat. David pulled his cock out 
and jerked it with both hands. More cum splashed into Ryan's face. 

"OH YEAH!"

All the tension ebbed from David's body. His knees felt wobbly. In all 
his horny life he had never experienced an orgasm like this one. He 
tried to regain his breath, looking down on the man who had given it to 
him. Who had serviced him like a pro. Who had made him feel so exhausted 
and so good. He reached down, grabbed Ryan under his armpits and lifted 
him up. David pressed his lips against Ryan's mouth, still covered with 
semen. He pushed his tongue inside, tasting his own cum for the very 
first time. Ryan breathed heavily in his ear. They kissed and licked 
while their hands felt each other's back.

"Ryan, that was great! I feel great..."

"Oh David, I love you so much."

They broke away. David pulled up his trousers and took a seat but Ryan 
remained standing. He was close too. And he wanted to put up a show for 
his mate. Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hairy chest that 
had turned on so many teenaged girls. Then he took off his shoes. David, 
still leg-weary, followed his moves with interest. Lastly Ryan dropped 
his pants and there he stood, stark naked, sporting an erection that was 
almost as big as David's had been.

He started to jack off with two hands. And Becks smiled at him! It drove 
him wild. Jerking off in front of his favourite hunk. Until today he had 
had to do with magazine-pictures. Only a few weeks ago he had cut out a 
hot one. David dressed in a blue sarong and a black shirtless T-shirt. 
The sight had turned him on so much, but here was the real thing. It 
looked even better than all the pics in the world and it smiled at him!

All the lovemaking had made him horny as hell, so it only took a few 
jerks for Ryan to reach his climax. He janked one last time, with David 
audibly encouraging him.

"That's it! Shoot it, Ryan. Shoot your load!"

"Aaaahhh! Sweet Jesus!"

He shot an immense bow of cum all over the carpet. To Ryan it felt as if 
it would never stop. As if it came all the way from his spine. As if his 
whole body was coming. More jets of cum shot into the air. 

"Oooohhh!"

My God, he felt awesome. Like he had been hit by a steamroller, but a 
velvet one. He wanted to cry out his delight, but he was too exhausted. 
All he could do was walk to the couch and plump down next to his beaming 
friend. He put his tired head on David's shoulder. It felt so good...

Another novel experience for Beckham: he now had a naked guy pressed 
against him. But he didn't care anymore. Ryan had made him come like no 
one had ever had. David put his arm around him and his other hand on 
Ryan's chest. He whispered in his ear.

"Ryan, that was so hot. You drive me crazy. I never thought it would be 
this good."

He moved his hand up and down Ryan's chest. It was a strange feeling. 
This was a man's chest: muscular and hairy. But he enjoyed it. He 
actually liked to feel Ryan's furry body. He played with it, pulling the 
chest-hairs a bit and fondling the cute nipples, making Ryan sigh with 
lust.

"Oh David, that's great..."

Becks now felt very hot. And he thought it pretty ridiculous that he was 
still fully clothed, while making love to a naked person. He took off 
his grey sweater, his gym shoes and his jeans. And as he pulled down his 
briefs once more he felt Ryan's strong hands all over his body. On his 
beautiful hairless chest, in his neck, on his muscular thighs, his 
cleanly shaven cheeks. 

"Becks, you're so beautiful. I want you."

They kissed again. Long and lovingly. And each boy got more and more 
excited, exploring the other's terrific physique. Ryan licked David's 
neck and ear, while rubbing his stomach. David bent over and sucked 
Ryan's hairy nipples. Meanwhile he could feel another erection coming 
up. He was amazed. He had just shot the load of his life and here was a 
new hard-on! No one had ever made him feel so hot as Ryan had. It made 
him growl.

Ryan Giggs was now in seventh heaven. Not so long ago he had feared he 
would be kicked out of David's house and David's life. But now his 
friend was all over him, wearing nothing but the gold chain around his 
neck, licking his tits for Christ's sake! And getting hard again. 

"Lick it, David..."

He wrapped his hands around David's cock. It was still slippery from his 
blowjob. He got it hard in no time. He loved this cock. He wanted it.

"Oh David, I want you. I have never wanted anyone so much in my life. I 
want your big cock. Inside me."

Ryan got up and spat on his hands. He bent over and put the saliva up 
his hungry ass. Then he pushed a finger in his crack and another. 
Looking at the blond stud on the sofa, stroking his huge pole, he 
loosened up his butt. He took plenty of time for it. He knew he was 
going to ride one hell of a cock and he wanted to be ready for it.

David watched him with expectation. Everything Ryan had done to him so 
far had been terrific. He had always liked Giggsy and he knew he was 
attractive. But hell, this guy was a stunner. Now even the sight of Ryan 
playing with his bum turned him on.

When Giggs felt loose enough he walked over. He climbed on the couch and 
squatted right above his friend. He lowered himself till his butthole 
was touching the top of David's rod. Then he slowly pushed down. 

"Ouch!"

At first it hurt like hell. But as Ryan stared his lover in the eyes he 
could also feel a warm glow coming over him. He let inch after inch of 
the enormous cock slide into his tight ass, until he was all the way 
down on it. It felt like it would tear him apart. It tensed muscles Ryan 
had never felt before. He felt more pain then when he had lost his 
cherry, but he didn't care. This cock was humunguous and it was David's 
cock! David Beckham was up his ass! His very own Spice Boy.

"Yeah! That's it Ryan, sit on my big dick!"

"Oh God, it's so big!"

"Oh man, your tight hole feels so good!"

It did. David loved it. Quite unlike any other hole he had ever fucked. 
And they had been plenty. But all had been pussies. Wet and loose. This 
was something else! So tight and so hot. It made his cock stiffer than 
ever. He started pumping, slow and gently.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me, David!"

"You love my big cock, don't you?"

"Yeah!"

"Take it all, you faggot! Ride my cock!"

David looked up to his friend. It was quite a sight. Ryan riding up and 
down on his pole. His great hairy body all tense, his floppy curls 
swaying. And a strange look on his face, a mixture of pain and ecstasy. 
Ryan's really enjoying himself, he thought. How could anyone like a dick 
up the bum? But what the hell, he loved it too. He pumped harder, 
faster, deeper.

"Aaahhh! Give it to me, David! Fuck me hard!"

Soon he was really bucking. And Ryan was bouncing up and down, feeling 
the huge cock ram his prostate. 

"Oh God! Fuck me!"

David plowed Ryan's butt faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. He could 
feel his balls bulge. 

"Oh Ryan, I'm gonna come!"

"Fuck me!"

"YEAH!! HOLY SHIT!"

With wild thrusts David erupted. His semen poured into Ryan's bowels in 
a never-ending stream. 

"OH YEAH!!"

Ryan continued riding up and down on his love-pole, milking even more 
cum out of him. It made his nuts ache. One final thrust. Then he felt 
nothing for a moment. He was completely finished. He lied back on the 
couch in total exhaustion. 

But Ryan had not finished at all. He raised his sore ass from David's 
cock and knelt on the floor in front of his lover. Although his bum was 
still on fire his appetite had not diminished. He moved closer and 
started to lick David's cum-drenched balls. With his arms he pushed his 
friend's legs wide apart. The sight of David's pink virgin pucker made 
him gasp with pleasure. For a moment he hesitated, but not for long. 
They had gone so far already, he might as well go all the way.

With the tip of his tongue he gently touched David's asshole. And then 
he pushed it in a bit. God, it tasted great. He started moving his 
tongue around in circles, lapping it, licking that delicious crack. 
Rimming it.

It made Becks moan. He was by now so intoxicated with lust that all 
resistance to Ryan's unnatural actions had disappeared. Even having his 
butthole licked by a man now felt fine to him. He pulled up his legs to 
give Ryan better access. He murmured.

"Yeah, lick it, Giggsy."

And Giggsy licked it, like his life depended on it. He spat into the 
hole and shoved his own spit in with his tongue. His saliva and David's 
sweat made it feel really slippery. Ready for more. He licked on his 
forefinger and put it up the wet sphincter. 

"Aaahhh..."

"Yeah David, take it. I'm gonna make you feel good..."

"Aahh..."

He twisted his finger up David's tight anus. Then he got it out and held 
it in front of his friend's mouth.

"Lick it, David. Make it wet. I don't want to hurt you."

David opened his mouth and sucked Ryan's finger like it was a lolly. He 
had lost control completely. Everything Ryan did to him was so fucking 
hot. He wanted more. He didn't know what he wanted, but he needed it. 
Even feeling Ryan's finger in his mouth turned him on.

Ryan shoved his finger up David's crack again, but harder and deeper 
this time. He pushed it in and out, loosening up Dave's novice rosebud. 
Then he put two wet fingers in, next three.

"Oh my God, that's it. Give it to me..."

All this had given Ryan another huge erection. With his right hand he 
continued finger-fucking his buddy, with the other he started to jerk 
his cock. When David's hole felt loose enough, he rubbed some spit on 
his cockhead.

"David, are you ready?"

"Oh yeah..." 

"You really want more?"

"Do whatever you want. It feels so good."

Ryan crawled between his lover's legs, raised them up over his strong 
shoulders and pointed his dick at David's cherry. Then he started 
pushing in, very slowly and gently.

"AAAAHHHH!"

He looked at David's twitching face. He penetrated ever so slowly, not 
wanting to hurt his lover too much. Little by little his stiff cock 
eased in.

"Oh my God!"

"Oh David, I don't want to hurt you. I love you so."

When it was all the way in, they sat motionless for a few moments. All 
sorts of thoughts rushed through Ryan's mind. This was like a dream come 
true. Hell, it was even better than his best dreams. He was fucking 
David Beckham's virgin ass. The most wanted cherry in the British Isles 
was his! He was going to make Becks feel like a King. When he saw David 
relaxing he started to thrust.

"Oh no!"

At first Ryan went easy on David, then he gradually accelerated the pace 
of his thrusts. All the time he looked his hunky friend in his stunning 
dark eyes. When he saw too much pain in them, he would slow down. 

"Oh my God!"

David's cries made Ryan even stiffer. And they made him thrust harder 
and deeper. 

"Yeah! Take it, you big stud! Take my big cock up your tight hole!"

"Aaahhh!"

Beckham took it like a man. He could still feel the pain of the 
penetration, but he felt a whole new sensation. He could not quite place 
it. But whenever Ryan's dick was in all the way, he felt it. And it was 
tremendous. What was happening to him? He was the idol of all the chicks 
in England, and far beyond. He could get any girl he wanted. And now he 
had a penis up his ass. A man was fucking him! And he loved it!

"Oh yeah!"

"Say it, David! Say it!"

"Oh yeah, fuck me! Give it to me, Ryan!"

"You like it up your ass, don't you?"

"Oh yes! I love it!"

Ryan was now ramming David's rectum. Harder and deeper than he had ever 
fucked anyone. Nobody had ever got him this hot. Nobody had ever made 
his cock so stiff, so big. He plowed faster and faster, his balls 
banging against David's butt. He kept pumping in a frenzy.

"Oh my God, fuck me!"

"Yeah!"

Ryan fucked David's ass for ages. Slowing down when he felt close to 
coming, then harder and harder. It wore David out completely. He could 
only groan in a hoarse voice. Then the thrust got so fast and so deep. 
He looked up at Ryan, who was now sweating, his mouth wide open, his 
face all red.

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Shoot it, man!"

Ryan took his cock out and almost instantly spurted. Cum gushed from his 
huge dick. He jerked it again and again. More semen shot out. It seemed 
it would never stop. He started to feel a bit dizzy. 

"OOOHHH!!!"

David could only watch in admiration. He had never seen anyone shoot 
such a load. It was enough to make you jealous. He started feeling his 
loose butt. It felt sore but fantastic.

One last tug and Ryan shot again. That was it. He felt down on the 
carpet in exhaustion, panting. But he wasn't alone for long. David got 
up and plumped down on top of him. Becks took his head in his hands and 
smiled at him.

"Ryan, that was terrific!"

"Oh David, I love you so. I'm yours..."

David Beckham leaned forward and gently kissed his friend on his lips.

"I'm yours too, Ryan. You want to stay the night?"


THE END