Date: Tue, 26 May 2009 13:19:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Larenza Prince <larenzaprince@yahoo.com>
Subject: Carrick the Great

Hey guys. Due to probs with my own laptop, I have had to make use of a
friend's computer and since he does not have an Internet conncection, I
have to send this from an internet café. A lot of you guys liked my story
about Man U and Boro, so I hope that you will enjoy this one too.

Please keep in mind that I wrote this story in the days before I myself had
a computer of my own or internet. I apologize, but this is wonderful for me
as I never thought that I could actually post this when I wrote it in
2006. Hope that does not hinder you to enjoy it though.

Any comments, critics or suggestions about football players, I love writing
stories about them! So just give me a little note at
larenzaprince@yahoo.com

Larenza Prince


Carrick the Great

(2006)

When Michael woke up the following morning, he was still dazed at exactly
what had happened the previous night. He actually had sex with his new club
teammate, Nemanja Vidic. The feeling of the Serb's strong, muscular arms
around him, naked...

 Two weeks had passed and even though Nemanja had not spoken to him since,
Michael wasn't as upset as he thought that he would be. It was Wednesday
and that night it was the England game against Greece, which was also the
first international game under new coach, Steve McClaren. (Note to reader,
remember I wrote this in 2006). The team trained all day and felt
confidant, determined not to let McClaren down. Michael was training
alongside Peter Crouch, the English giant. Michael and Peter had become
good friends since Crouch had joined the England squad. After training, it
was down to showers, Michael's favorite time of traning. He watched out of
the corner of his eye to see Gary Neville undress, seeing that cock, which
right at that moment, he sooo wished could be in his wet sucking mouth,
dangling from his sexy body. Meanwhile, Peter Crouch had seen Michael look
at Gary, and particulary his cock and he started to wonder...

Peter Crouch scored in the 4-0 win over the reigning European champions
Greece and the whole squad was in celebration. During the match, Peter had
wondered about whaqt he had seen in the locker room, Carrick checking out
Neville. No, it couldn't be. The players finished showering after which
most went home. Peter saw Michael still standing underneath the shower and
decided to wait for him. He had to know whether Carrick was gay or
not. Peter had never thought sexually about another guy before, but this
kinda intrigued him. Michael Carrick was very good looking. When Michael
finished, he came out of the shower without seeing Peter, and took the
towel that we was wearing off his waist. Peter looked at Michael with this
heart in his throat.

"For fuck's sake, he is sexy," he thought silently. His cock seemed to
agree as it began to harden. He stood up and Michael finally spotted Peter.

"Hey, what are you still doing here?" Michael asked.

"I wanted to talk to you, rather ask you something."

"What, mate?" Michael was now curious. Peter was so formal...

Peter tried not to stare at Michael's wet and muscular six pack.

"Is it my imagination, or did you perve all over Gary before and after
training today?"

Michael got cold. Peter definetly saw him, but never in a million years
could he admit to this. But the silence gave Peter the answer that he was
looking for.

"So you did."

Short and sweet. Michael couldn't look at Peter. Suddenly he was dead
ashamed for looking at a naked Gary Neville. He was ashamed for having sex
with the sexy Nemanja Vidic. It all wasn't worth being a footballer and
being ousted like this. The Manchester public will never let him life this
down...He got more frightned when suddenly; Peter lifted up his chin to two
fingers, leaned forward quickly and kissed him. Michael Carrick was
stunned. He was being kissed by Peter Crouch? Fucking unbelieveble!
"What...why are you doing this?" he asked Peter as he pulled away.

"Hey, what does Gazza have that I don't?" he joked. Michael took Peter in
as he kissed him again. Peter took off his England shirt to reveal a
glorious, fuckible eight pack chest that was twice as big and as ripped as
Nemanja's. Michael moved forward to rub his hands over Peter's body,
carressing every peck and ripped muscle. Peter in turn rubbed his hands all
over Michael's butt and upper back. After that, Peter leaned down to kiss
Michael's neck and shoulders. He kissed his way down Michael's strong
stomach until he was face to face with Michael Carrick's seven inch cock.

"Lie down," Peter ordered. Michael got down on the floor on his back and
opened his legs sportingly. Peter once more runned his hands over Michael's
chest and finally reached his cock that was gracing the ceiling. He reached
down and started wanking it slowly, at a terrible slow pace, with the
foreskin moving rhytmically up and down over Carrick's cock. HE then
leanned further down, getting on his knees and slowly placed Carrick's cock
into this mouth.

"Oh Peter, you sexy fuck!" Michael moaned as Peter Crouch sucked his cock
while Michael ruffled his hair. Peter, not wanting this to end early,
stopped sucking the cock and took off his trousers and Calvin Klein
boxers. Michael could only stare at the sight before him. He had seem some
bign cock before but this...!

Eleven inches of English meat. Peter started to open Michael's crack and
started licking the freshly showered hole that he found. Michael couldn't
give a fick who heard him moan as Peter made his cock to fucking hard. He
knew it was only a matter of time before that big cock entered him. Peter
was huge.

"Oh Fuck!" he scremed as the Crouch cock entered him. Peter moved faster
and fasterm eager to get off after the long day and began fucking Michael's
ass with all his might. Michael started to jerk off his own cock, he felt
like he had two cocks jammed up inside of him and it was turning him on so
fucking bad. Peter felt that he was close to cumming and withdrew his cock.

"Hey, take my cock and I'll take yours," he suggested to Michael, who
gladly accepted. Peter took Michael Carrick's cock and wanked it at a
furious pace, while Michael did the same with Peter and it was infact the
Liverpool player who was the first to cream all over Michael's hand, the
sheer load of his cum succeeding his overall size in stature. Then Michael
Carrick stood up, while Peter was still jerking his cock until he too came
heavely loads of creamy white footballer cum on Peter Crouch's face. They
kissed once more, knowing that it was magical. Carrick looked down at
Peter.

"You know, I'll be your slave for twenty-four hours, if you can convince
Xabi Alonso to join us the next time...


Like? Don't like? Please let me know at larenzaprince@yahoo.com. As I said
I wrote this story in September 2006 so bear with me if it's not to my
usual standard of writing. Thanks so much for reading.