Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 17:39:54 +0000
From: Hard Tales <hardtales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Beckham and Cole

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction. It describes
acts of homosexual sex between consenting adults. There
is no suggestion that the characters portrayed are gay or
have ever, or will ever, indulge in acts of homosexual
sex.

The scene is the England Football Team's hotel in Japan
during the 2002 World Cup Finals.

Joe Cole was finding the atmosphere in his hotel room
unbelievably stuffy and sleep had been so difficult that
at 5 he was laying naked and wide awake on the top of his
bed. He woke, as always with a rock hard erection that
demanded attention but he held back this morning. For
some reason he wanted to hold back the moment when he
would shoot a long stream of cum over his smooth muscular
chest. Instead he showered and then, still wet and naked,
proceeded to do some press-ups while the TV burbled away
in Japanese. Working-out always made him feel better and
he was justifiably proud of the way in which his body,
and particularly his thighs, were developing. Of course
the hotel gym would be open, and deserted, and it seemed
a better option than that stuffy room. He pulled on a
pair of white shorts, omitting any underwear, a white
vest and a pair of trainers and made his way though the
empty corridors to the lavishly equipped gym.

As he had suspected it was empty and he positioned
himself on a weight bench and got to work on developing
his upper body. He enjoyed the feeling of his taught body
and was soon drifting into a fantasy in which an admirer
was stroking his chest and biceps and making it very
clear that a long and passionate sex session was more
than just a possibility. As the fantasy figure started to
lick at his nipples Joe's cock, both in the fantasy and
in real life started to swell in his shorts. He always
responded in this way when his nipples were stroked, or
pinched, or licked. Joe drifted into a world of his own
now, knowing that the combination of work-out and sexual
fantasy would take him to the point where an intense
orgasm was only a few wrist movements away - but that
could wait because the imaginary lover was now kneeling
before him and running a tongue across his bulge. He did
not need to look at that bulge for he knew every contour
of its fat long rigid shaft.

David Beckham wandered into the gym at just about the
time when Joe's fantasy fan was pulling his cock out of
his shorts. Like Joe he fancied an early session in the
gym and had made his way through the hotel stripped to
the waist and in just a pair of black shorts over CKs. He
had not felt so horny in ages and as ever walking around
shirtless fuelled his lust even more. He decided that a
good long sweaty workout followed by a wank in the shower
would set him up for the day. He was already planning his
wank imagining the hot water drenching his fabulous body
as one hand firmly grasped the head of his cock and the
other thrust two fingers deep inside his tight hole.
Naturally he assumed that he was alone but he heard
sounds from the other end of the gym and walked down to
see Joe, clad in vest and shorts, coated in a film of
sweat, and working out vigorously with his eyes shut
tight.
'Oh God', Becks said under his breath. He was about to
speak when his eyes fixed on Joe's shorts, or rather what
was inside them. Of course he had seen Joe's cock before
but never in its present state as it lay across his leg
and jutted from the leg of his high-riding shorts. The
guy was turned-on, there was no doubt about that, and
judging by the moist state of the head some kind of wild
fantasy was filling his mind. As Becks watched a thick
and creamy gob of precum oozed slowly from the slit and
shone beneath the harsh overhead lights.

'Fit looking fucker!' thought Becks, licking his lips,
'Big fucker as well. Shit I fucking want some of that'.
Becks had wanked over the thought of Joe on many
occasions. Just two nights ago he had imagined himself on
his back with Joe astride him doing a vigorous squat fuck
and taking Becks' huge fat cock deep within his guts. In
his imagination Becks had reached forward and twisted the
guy's nipples aggressively and the 'look' on Joe's face
had been enough to send Becks over the edge and send
eight wads of salty cum splashing on his chest and face
and greedy tongue. But this morning Joe looked hornier
than he could ever remember seeing him before. The hotel
hairdresser had given his hair a fresh crop just
yesterday and that young face was so. so. Becks' eyes
wandered down over the naked pumped arms, the pits,
lightly haired and sweat-moist. A damp patch was
developing in the fabric of the vest across his pecs. But
again his eyes found the wildly bulging shorts and the
now fully exposed cock head and long length of fat veiny
shaft.

Becks looked on greedily, aware that his own cock had
lurched into life within the CKs making his shorts bulge
obscenely. His tongue involuntarily licked his lips as if
he were licking the thick precum straight from the shiny
cock slit.. In his mind he could taste it. In his mind
his tongue was slathering over the head, under the
foreskin, into the guy's slit, teasing and delving and
sucking more and more honey. Hell! Becks wanted to taste
cock right then and the cock he was looking at was just
fucking perfect.

And Becks looked perfect, shirtless, bulging obscenely
and wide-eyed. His hand gently rubbed his cotton-encased
cock and his strong blond haired legs parted.

In Joe's mind a long talented tongue was licking into his
cum slit! He was being worshipped. Hands were caressing
his rock hard hair-licked thighs. Lips were closing
around him. In his mind he was urging the mystery figure
on. He wants hot passionate lips engulfing his engorged
wet knob. He wanted to feel his shaft entering a tight
accommodating throat. He wanted to be blown mercilessly
and fuck a beautiful face. Quite unaware of what he was
doing he moaned quietly but perfectly clearly:

'Becks. suck my fucking cock.'

Becks mind raced. Here was this extraordinarily hot man,
rock hard, and clearly in the depths of a sexual fantasy
calling him by name. He felt his own cock ooze out a drop
of precum as he wondered what the hell he should, or
could do. Of course, for any man in that position there
was only one option: use his stunning body to fulfil the
man's fantasy. He gazed down, with overwhelming lust, at
that muscular beauty in his sweat-clinging vest and
twitching wet cock. As Joe finally put the weights down
and, eyes still closed, moved his hands down to his cock
Becks made his decision. He watched for a second as Joe
pulled the shorts leg up higher exposing his entire 8-
inch shaft on which every vein showed and held it bolt
upright in readiness for a wank. The slit winked and
flooded with more precum. Becks was instantly on his
knees with his head lunged forward. As Joe started to
slide his hand around the thickness Becks tongue
slathered across the shining head and then probed into
the slit, into the deep reservoir of moisture. The taste
made ever sense explode.

'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Fuck Yesssssssssssssss!'  Joe moaned.

'Suck my fucking cock David!' He was so engrossed in his
fantasy that he could not separate dream from reality.
'Eat my fucking slit out!'

But as Becks' lips closed firmly around him and his
tongue made fucking motions into the flaring slit Joe was
suddenly forced to come back to Earth. In a state of
panic and confusion he opened his eyes.

At first it was disbelief. A shirtless David Beckham was
on the gym mat with his lips firmly placed around his
cock and drinking his precum as if it were champagne. The
familiar blond hair was tousled, the shoulders wet with
sweat and the air was filled with the sound of slurping.
He couldn't speak. He couldn't move. All he could do was
let forth a long low growl of utter intoxicating pleasure
as this man; his ultimate wank fantasy blew his cock.
Without releasing the cock Becks looked up to see Joe
staring at him. Becks wide and beautiful eyes fixed his
gaze, his left cheek bulging obscenely with the form of
Joe's engorged knob. He then started to push his face
down slowly into Joe's crotch taking the entire cock,
inch by inch, into his mouth and throat and feeling Joe's
plentiful pubic hair tickle, then fill, his nostrils. As
he did so his hands firmly stroked the sweating hair
licked thighs.

'SHITTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!! FUCKKKKKKKKK!' Joe screamed as
he felt his precum slicked head sliding into Becks' tight
throat. He had been deep-throated before but the other
men had always gagged slightly - but not this man! This
man was the total expert and quickly his head was moving
back and forth along the length of that shaft. He would
slide the shaft into his throat quickly then release it
as far as the knob so that his lips would clench it
around the glans and his tongue would wash and suck more
precum, then SLAM down to the root again. Joe always got
incredibly turned on seeing a man sucking his cock but to
see Becks doing it was something altogether different.
That man was so magnificent, his face so handsome and
stubbled as he ate cock with sheer lust. For just seconds
he released the saliva dripping cock in order to move
between Joe's granite thighs and pull the shorts right
off. He looked down at Joe's naked hard body and his
solid bouncing cock and heavy hairy bollock sack.

'Fucking hell, you fucking beautiful bastard!' He moved
between Joe's thighs and lifted them high then pushed his
face between them so that his mouth once again engulfed
the cock head and pushed down hard on it. Once it was in
his throat he pulled Joe up further so that only the back
of his head and his broad shoulders were in contact with
the floor and the weight of his body was transmitted
through the backs of his thighs onto Becks' shoulders. As
Becks ate the cock with increasing intensity he was able
to look down into Joe's wild, begging eyes. His hand
stroked the man's pumped pecs through the vest and found
a hard nipple. As he flicked it Joe moaned so he quickly
grasped it between two fingers and started twisting it
with more and more force through the sweat soaked cotton.

There were, of course, other targets for Becks and as he
sucked the cock his fingers started to massage the heavy
balls. They were so heavy, so full of Joecolecream. He
let the cock escape his mouth and a long strand of his
saliva and Joe's precum joined them momentarily before
Becks sucked the liquid back into his mouth, washing it
around with his tongue and swallowing it. His tongue now
flicked the balls before he took first one and then both
into his hot mouth.

'Fuck.. big full balls...' he thought as they filled his
mouth and he ran his tongue between them. Joe was now
whimpering beneath him as his wildest sexual fantasies
came true. Supported by only the back of his head and his
shoulders, with his thighs over his Captains shoulders he
was totally vulnerable. His vest had slipped down
revealing washboard abdominals and the base of his
pectorals.

It was now time for Becks to home in on his ultimate
target. That one very special place. The passport to
total control of Joe. His deep tight hole. Becks had
admired Joe's tight arse cheeks clad in shorts a thousand
times but now he was going to explore them properly and
gain access to the place he enjoyed most in any man's
body.

As he ate the man's balls his hands started to prise the
muscly cheeks apart and fingers started to delve into the
deep valley.

'Yesssssssss.... Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Dave..... Play with
my fucking arsehole.'

That was music to his lust-filled ears. Here he had a
beautiful muscular man, clearly up for anything that
Becks could offer and begging him to 'play with his
arsehole'.


He let his fingers brush over the tight rim and Joe
yelled again - no screamed - 'Fuckkkkk yesssssssss!' It
was all the encouragement Becks needed as he pushed the
tip of a long middle finger against the tightness. It
resisted at first but under firm pressure it relented and
with a smooth deft movement it skid in to the root
massaging the prostate within. As Joe let animalistic
grunts fill the gym he chewed on the balls once again.
Urged on my Joes grunts he started to finger fuck the man
with hard deep strokes. It was so tight and hot that he
leaked more precum just at the thought of it clenching
his huge cock.

Now he released the balls from his mouth and licked the
saliva from them before running his tongue down towards
its next target. As he continued to finger-fuck he licked
at the rim knowing that he wanted to bury his face in
there. 'Like that Joe?' He slammed his finger in to the
hilt and twisted around deep inside. 'Like that?'

'Oh fuck! Fuck!!!!!' was all Joe was capable of saying as
the finger twisted it and spiralled inside him forcing it
to loosen and relax.

'Eat my fucking arse Beckssssssssssssss....
pleeeeeeeeeeease!'

He lifted Joe further so that he was practically standing
on his head and withdrew his finger. The hole was wide
open and available. Becks spat on the hole. Joe was in
sexual paradise. He had never known such intensity, and
from THIS man. Becks looked briefly down and was
fascinated by the stunned and delirious look on the
younger man's face.

'Oh fuck! Fuck!!!!!' was all Joe was capable of saying.

Becks knew that he could have whatever he wanted from
this man now and buried his face in the arse crack and
worked his tongue worked over and into the clenching
hole. Joe looked up at the face working his arse that had
been manoeuvred high above his head. Becks formed his
tongue into a 'V' and forced in as deep as he had ever
rimmed a man in his life. He lapped deeply, screwing into
him and dribbling his spit into the chute. Spit that now
was flavoured with Joe's precum and ball sweat. He spat
again, summoning up reserves of saliva and spitting again
and again. This was the only lubricant he ever used.

When he was satisfied that the tunnel was flooded he
rimmed intensely around the sphincter again before
withdrawing and looking down into Joe's wild eyes.

'Want me to fuck you now?'

'Yesssss... Please fuck me!!!!!' Joe was screaming for
it. 'Push your fucking cock in me.'

Becks spat on the hole again then dropped Joe's legs so
that he could hurriedly pull down his shorts over his
hairy sculpted thighs. A film of sweat now coated his
body as the desire to ejaculate deep within Joe overtook
his body.  His CKs were bulging hugely and the shape of
his hard and enormous head was emphasised by the
stickiness of a patch of precum. He could have rimmed and
sucked Joe all day but now he needed to cum, and cum
soon!

Joe was now on his back in a sweating mass of expectant
young muscle as he watched wide-eyed as Becks pulled off
his CKS and released ten inches of the fattest and
hardest cock Joe had ever seen. Beneath it hung full
heavy balls that slapped the insides of the granite hair
-licked thighs. A long string of precum swung from his
engorged head. He stood, legs apart, wanking it for a few
seconds as he stared at the body beneath him, the body
that he was about to ravish with his meat. Joe looked up
with eyes full of a combination of lust, awe, greed and
terror. The knob was huge and as Becks pulled back his
foreskin another dribble of pre oozed from his slit. The
ten-inch cock was utterly rigid and the veins stood proud
and angry.

'Want your fucking arse Cole! Fucking want it!'

'Yesssss Becks - fuck me HARD!

'Pull that fucking vest off first. Let me see those
fucking nipples properly', he barked and Joe struggled to
pull the soaked garment off his sweating torso. Once
naked he leant back on his elbows, proud of his firm
chest and so gratified that this god wanted him so much.

'Fucking beautiful,' Becks muttered, 'fucking beautiful.'

Within a second Beckham was on top of him, a hand either
side of his waist, and licking the hard nipples in turn,
spiralling his tongue over them before sucking
passionately and chewing on them making Joe howl with
pleasure. He then pushed Joe flat on his back and lay on
him with his cock grinding against his leg as his tongue
lapped over the pectorals muscles lavishing them with
passion and licking up the fresh sweat. His hands pushed
Joe's arms apart and back and pinned them down as he
licked up towards his neck and then across into his right
armpit. There was something he loved so much about a fit
young guy's armpit, especially when it was surrounded by
hard muscle and lightly furred. He teased the hair,
pulling it with his teeth and then licked deep and
thoroughly.

'Fuck me Becks.. Fuck my arse nowwwwwwwwwwwww...
Pleeeeease!'
'You're going to taste my cock before you get it up there
you randy slut' he grunted before finishing off eating
that deep wet pit. Suddenly he was over Joe's body,
lowering his sticky cock onto the man's full lips and
glazing them with pre-juice. Joe's senses reeled with the
taste of the honey oozing from his sex-icon's shaft. His
tongue prodded the wide slit but he was not prepared for
what happened next because Becks was in not in the mood
for more foreplay. With a thrust he lunged the thick pole
into the back of Joe's throat and started a deep hard
fucking motion.

'Suck the fucker... Suck the fucker... Get it wet for
your arse..'

Then, for some reason he noticed the gym clock and
realised that in a very few minutes the entire squad
would be down in that gym for a morning workout. There
was no more time. Things had to be brought to a
conclusion. NOW!

'I gotta fuck you NOW!' Ready for it pretty boy?' His
cock slid out followed by a trail of saliva and pre that
dribbled over Joe's chin.

He moved as deftly as he moved on the soccer pitch. In a
second he had gripped Joe's ankles and hauled his
powerful legs high and wide. With sweat dripping from
him, and his heart beating wildly he lowered his body
grazing his cock against the target and, without using
his hands, pressed expertly and firmly pushing Joe's
tight sphincter ring open. It resisted but he forced it.
Joe winced, moaned, screamed but wanted it all. Never in
his life had he wanted his arse filled so much. His ring
clenched Becks' glans for a second before he felt the
head press firmly in all the way. He yelled again but
there was no stopping Becks who ignored him. With power
and determination he started to push his entire cock
shaft into the hot warm tightness that was Joe Cole's
body.

He felt the intense pressure encase his veiny cock and
the flood of saliva deposited minutes before washing up
the tunnel. As for Joe he was now unable to utter as he
was filled wider and deeper than ever before. He felt the
huge head push against his prostate and finally come to a
rest embedded to the very root.

Becks paused. His dark blond pubic hair was compressed
against Joe's arse and his head was being clenched and
gripped by muscles deep within the body. He gripped the
sturdy weight frame behind Joe forcing the man double
beneath him and, now with his cock able to drive itself
vertically into the arse he started to pump with a steady
and very potent rhythm. As Joe's eyes opened wide in
disbelief at the ravishing of his inner body he looked up
to see Becks' face screwed up with passion, dribbling and
gasping. The smooth chest showed every muscle movement
and rivulets of sweat dripped from his pits. It was
unlike any fuck that Joe had ever had before. Here was a
man of overwhelming beauty whose huge cock fucked him
with more depth and power than he ever imagined could
exist. It was sexual paradise. Their mutual grunts and
sighs of desire reverberated around the gym and as Becks
started to fuck faster and more ruthlessly Joe gave way
to primeval instincts and started to howl like a beast;
he screamed his desire forcing Becks to the very edge.

'I'm gonna cum Joe. Uhh Uhhhh  I'm gonna fucking cum.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh YESSSSSSSSS.'

Joe gripped his fat cock head and started to wank it
vigorously as he watched Becks' face contort and twist as
he violently entered orgasm and as he felt the first hot
wad of cum slam into his gut. It was all that Joe needed
and in an instant he felt his own climax taking over his
body. But his hand was knocked away and replaced by
Becks' own hand that closed round his cock head and
started to beat him off. His eyes shut tight, his mouth
opened and he screamed his orgasm into the gym as a wad
of his thick cream hit his own face. Becks was filling
him lie a pile driver flooding him with hot Beckscum. The
two perfect soccer players exploded in a mutual, sweaty
and incredibly powerful orgasm as their heavy balls
drained. Another wad hit Joe's face, and another, and
another scorched his nipple. Within six, seven, eight,
nine searing gushes flooded his deep love tunnel as the
sweating frenzied man spasmed and thrashed above him.

As Becks eventually subsided he looked down at Joe's
heaving body, at the streams of cum on his chest and face
and with a tenderness that belied the ferocity of a few
moments before kissed the man, full on the mouth. His
cock still throbbed within Joe - he wanted to cum again -
and again!  He rubbed his fingers through the streams of
hot Colecum that smeared the bottom guy's pumped chest
gathering up a good quantity, which he then licked off
his fingers and swallowed.

'Just wait until next time Joe' he kissed him again,
before scooping up some of Joe's cum and licking it off
his fingers 'Just wait til I next time when you are going
to eat every fucking inch of MY body.

'When... when..... pleeeeease...'

'Any fucking time that you want Joe.'

They collapsed and rolled in a sweaty cum running heap of
taut muscle kissing with supreme passion.

I hope that you enjoyed this story. If you have any
comments or suggestions please contact me at:
hardtales@hotmail.com