Date: Mon, 05 Aug 2002 17:35:25 -0400
From: bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com
Subject: Celeb Foot Fun 3: Beck and Wills

Disclaimer:  This is the third in a series of celeb footplay
stories.  This one involves Prince William of England and
soccer/football player David Beckham (also of England)
having a secret rendezvous in a British hotel.  If you're
under 18 or not turned on by guy/guy sex or footplay, then
I'd suggest you turn back.  If you're legal and into the
aforementioned stuff, then please read on.
Comments/constructive criticisms/compliments/story
suggestions are always welcome; send `em to
bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com.

(Apologies to any glaring errors in this story as far as
setting goes.  It's meant to be fiction and all, but I
strive for some degree of verisimilitude anyhow, and I've
never been to England and I really don't know much about
hotels or anything there.)

                       Beck and Wills

     Prince William looked nervously outside of his hotel
room in the heart of Manchester, England.  He looked first
left down the hallway, then right, and then left again
before retreating back into his room.  No one was around!
For once, he had complete solitude.
     The prince had purposely sent his bodyguards away at
this time.  They were always around him, surrounding him,
stifling him practically.  He felt like it was almost
impossible to have a good time so long as they were around.
Now that they were gone, and it didn't seem like anyone
would be around until a bit later, he decided that now was
as good a time as any to take care of some business.
     Slipping back into his posh hotel room, he sat on the
bed and began to undo his belt.  Ever since he had woken up
this morning with a serious case of morning wood, he'd been
itching to take care of his erection, which had rather
regretfully lasted most of the day.  He was certain that
someone had photographed him as he checked into his hotel,
and more than likely he was popping wood, which would be
painfully embarrassing.  It wasn't enough that paparazzi
helped contribute to the death of his mother, but they still
shamelessly hounded him whenever they got the chance.  He
couldn't believe the nerve of some people.
     Turning back to the situation at hand, William pushed
his dark trousers and boxers down and then reached
underneath his bed to pull out a scrapbook of photos he had
printed out from the Internet.  He opened and gazed upon a
vast array of male celebrities he had often fantasized about
in the dark corners of his mind.  He couldn't believe that,
with all the pressure on him to find a suitable woman to
marry and possibly make his queen someday, he had turned out
to be a little fag all along.  He couldn't possibly tell
anybody, though.  The media would never let this alone, and
his family would probably disown him on top of it.  Alone
here in his hotel room, though, he had absolutely no worries
about anything as he drooled over hot photos of `Nsync and
Ricky Martin, two musical acts that he took more than a
listening interest in.  Later in his scrapbook, he had
included some pornographic guy-on-guy photos he had found on
the Internet.  He ogled the guys posing in various shots
that got him really hot.  Among them, he had solo
masturbation shots, circle jerks, oral sex, anal sex, and
even some fetish shots, like exposed armpits or foot licking
photos.  His cock was rock-hard in his hand as he got
hornier and hornier looking at this triple-X scrapbook he
had assembled over the years.  He started fisting himself
furiously when all of a sudden, there was a knock on the
door.
     Argh!  They picked a right annoying time to try and
bother him.  He pulled up his pants quickly but silently and
then hobbled over to the door, finding it difficult to walk
while stiff.  He answered the door and, in his most princely
tone of voice, which belied his annoyance at being
interrupted, asked the bodyguard that stood before him what
it was he wanted.
     "Are you alright, your Royal Highness?" he asked.
     "Yes, yes, I'm fine.  Make it a point to not bother me
too much.  I'll be fine up here."
     "Well, alright then.  Are you at all hungry, your
highness?"
     For cock, he thought to himself.  "Not really, but feel
free to order yourself something."
     "Is there anything else you need?"
     "No, thank you, Dylan.  I'm fine, really," answered the
prince hurriedly.  "I'll get in touch with you if I need
anything else.  Make sure I'm not disturbed by anyone,
though."
     "As you wish, sir," the bodyguard answered respectfully
as he returned back to his room adjacent to the prince's.
He wasn't going to get any bloody privacy if he kept fucking
knocking on his door every two seconds.
     The brief visit hadn't ameliorated Wills' cock problem
anymore, though.  He was still very much erect and in dire
need to get his rocks off.  He looked at the still-open
scrapbook on the bed.  Blimey!  He should've put that away
when he answered the door.  He hoped that Dylan hadn't seen
what it was he was looking at.
     All of a sudden, an idea came to him.  He realized
that, being the second in line to the throne behind his
father, he was in a very powerful position.  He then
reasoned that, as it were, he was privy to a lot of luxuries
that most people were not.  He hated using his status as a
means of getting what he wanted, but dammit, what he really
wanted right now was to get sucked off.  He was mad horny,
and he wanted someone to cure him of his raging hormones.
He then flipped through the first part of his scrapbook,
which was adorned with celebrities.  As he flipped through,
his eyes finally settled on that of David Beckham, the
midfielder for Manchester United, one of his favorite
football teams.  With his closely cropped dirty blonde hair,
which these days was styled into a bastardized mohawk of
sorts, his hot, sculpted body, and his devilishly handsome
looks, the prince knew that he was perfect to help him
obtain his goal.  He wanted to get sucked by David Beckham.
     He rang up Dylan next door on the hotel telephone.
     "'Ello?"
     "Dylan?"
     "Yes, your highness?"
     "I found something I want.  Try to get in touch with
David Beckham."
     "David Beckham, sir?"
     "Yes, I, uh, wanted to congratulate him for how well he
played in the World Cup."
     "Er.I'll get on that sir."
     "Thank you, Dylan."  His lips curled into a smile.

     David Beckham fit himself out in one of his best dress
suits.  He had just had a personal invite to see Prince
William at his hotel room in Manchester while he stayed
there on a vacation.  Apparently, the prince had invited him
to congratulate on the wonderful job England had done in the
World Cup.  They hadn't won - as a matter of fact, they had
lost to Brazil in the quarterfinals by one point - but he
was glad that someone was appreciative of all the hard work
they had done.  He decided to comb out his hair instead of
wearing it in the mohawk style that he'd been accustomed to
lately.  After all, here he was about to acquaint himself
with the possible future King of England.  He knew he had to
look appropriate for the occasion.
     He kissed his wife, Victoria, the ex-Spice Girl, and
his son Brooklyn goodbye as he greeted the oncoming taxi
which was to take him to his private audience with the
prince.  He, like the prince, was also very much prone to
the paparazzi, being perhaps England's most popular
footballer.  It was hardly unsurprising that he was, given
his extreme talent for the game which he loved, combined
with his stunning good looks.
     The taxi wove its way through the rainy Manchester
streets, arriving at the Renaissance Manchester Hotel.  The
towering hotel stood high above the football star.  The
prince sure had good taste in hotel accomodations.  The
hotel he had picked lay only minutes from King Street and
the Opera House in the heart of Manchester.  It looked very
swanky on the outside, and it surely had nice rooms.
     David walked in through the heavy brass doors and
checked himself into the hotel as a guest of Dylan Barridge,
one of William's bodyguards.  He carried his one carry-on
bag with him up onto the elevator.  William, of course, had
a penthouse suite.  Only the best for the prince, David
supposed.
     He made his way down the hotel hallways and stopped at
room 604, Dylan's room.  He knocked on the door and greeted
the bodyguard cheerfully.
     "Hello, sir.  I'm David Beckham, I'm here to meet with
Prince William," he said, bowing.
     "Very well, then.  He's in the next room over.  I need
to run a security check on you first."
     David consented with consternation as he was padded
down by the burly security guard.  He was fucking David
Beckham, for chrissakes, not some bloody terrorist.  Did he
really think he was going to lace his food with anthrax or
hide a letterbomb in his room somewhere?
     After passing the degrading security check, the
bodyguard allowed him access into the adjacent room via the
door that connected the two rooms.  He walked in and bowed
before Prince William, who was sitting on the bed, patiently
awaiting the football star's arrival.
     "Hello, your royal highness," he greeted William
politely.  William imagined himself bending over right in
front David as he shoved his thick, beautiful cock up his
bum.  He shuddered with the erotic thought, but instead
greeted David in kind.  "Hello, David.  It's so cool to
finally meet you.  You're one of my favorite football
players, you know."
     David smiled.  He loved meeting adoring fans, and it
was sort of special knowing that someone in a high position
like William admired him.  What he didn't know was that the
prince admired more than his playing ability.  He admired,
among other things, his nice, tight arse, his sexy feet, and
his handsome looks.
     David looked around the room and said out loud, "You've
got a really nice suite here, your highness."
     "Please, call me William.  I loathe formalities," the
prince said with a smile.  He flashed his sexiest grin for
David, the shy grin that had melted the hearts of many a
schoolgirl (and occasionally, schoolboy).  He made his way
over to the mini-fridge located underneath the TV and pulled
out a tiny bottle of Korbel champagne, compliments of the
Renaissance Manchester Hotel.  He popped the cork and poured
two glasses for himself and David.  He offered him the
champagne as a manner of courtesy, but his ulterior plan was
to get him slightly drunk and, therefore, more vulnerable.
     The two handsome men drank down their champagne, all
the while talking about some of the amazing plays made by
England during this year's World Cup.  William had told the
football star how he'd been a fan of him for a long time,
practically ever since he started playing pro in 1992.
David accepted all of this with humility.  He hated bragging
about his feats, especially because he wanted to set an
example for the many who admired him to always try their
best and not to get too caught up in their accomplishments.
     As David talked, the prince couldn't help but
concentrated on his sexy lips as they moved up and down to
form the words he was speaking.  He kept focusing on little
details like that, all the while desperately trying to pay
attention to what he was saying so he wouldn't be caught
secretly lusting for him.
     After some more amiable talk, the prince told David he
could lay down on the bed and take a load off his feet.
After all, he used them so much he deserved a break from
being on them and from using them so much, he told him.  The
soccer star flashed a sexy smile at him and lay down on the
plush king-size bed.  He stared up at the ceiling.  This
wasn't quite as awkward as he expected it to be.  It was
nice, actually, that a middle-upper class person like him
could mingle with royalty like the prince.
     The prince, meanwhile, had stepped into the bathroom to
"freshen up," by which he secretly meant formulating a plan
by which he could seduce the sexy star.  He remembered
reading some stories online about foot massages that ended
up into full-blown sex, and he had decided that that was how
he was going to operate.
     William emerged from the bathroom to find the football
star still lying on his bed.  "Comfortable?" he asked,
flashing that gorgeous smile again.
     "Very much so.  A bloke could get used to living like
this," David responded, smiling back.
     William then decided to put his plan into action.  "You
know what feels pretty good sometimes when I really like to
get comfortable?" he asked.
     "What?"
     "A foot massage."
     A quizzical look came across the midfielder's face.
Where did the prince find time in his busy schedule to get
his feet massaged?  Did they really have THAT much luxury?
He shrugged, not being able to deny that foot massages did,
in fact, feel good.  His wife had on occasion massaged his
feet during some of their more romantic liaisons.
     "You've gotten your feet massaged before?"
     Not actually having had that happen to him, William
quickly replied "Uh, well, I've massaged my own before, when
I've had a hard day.  Feels good, working those muscles,
getting them to relax, y'know?"
     "Mmm, yeah.  So, do you want to massage mine, or what?"
     William had to prevent leaping for joy.  David bloody
Beckham was asking him for a foot massage!  "Sure, I'll give
you one," the prince said, kneeling by the foot of the bed
in front of David's feet.
     The lanky prince's lips curled in delight as he began
to undress the sexy English midfielder by first removing his
black leather Giorgio Armani shoes.  The strong scent of his
feet wafted towards his nostrils, and he inhaled with
enjoyment at the heady odor.  He then removed David's socks,
peeling them off slowly to reveal his size 8 feet.  The
footballer was often photographed barefoot, not being foot-
shy at all.  William had a very private collection of photos
of hot male celebrities, and he had collected many photos of
David, both with shoes and without.  He admired his feet
intensely, not just for what he did with them as far as
soccer went, but just for their general beauty and erotic
nature.
     Wasting no time at all with his plan, and in the
process throwing away the pretense of a foot massage, he
fastened his lips onto David's right big toe.  He focused on
the taste of David's moist flesh, and decided that he had
indeed liked it.  He had never done anything this kinky with
anyone, having led a fairly sheltered life, and the
opportunity to perform foot service on the sexy footballer
could not have been passed up.  He felt now that he could no
longer deny his fascination and attraction to the same sex.
He sucked on David's toe, his cheeks sinking in as he
secured his mouth around it completely and inhaled sharply.
     David sprung up in surprise.  What the hell was he
doing?  Why was Prince William sucking on his toe?  What if
someone were to walk in on the two of them right now?  The
two men both knew how notoriously snoopy the British
paparazzi were.  The moment they had secured any
compromising photo, they had a field day with it.  Surely
they wouldn't leave this pricey little item alone if they
had gotten hold of it.  He could already imagine the rumors
spreading across the isles that the two of them were engaged
in some sort of affair.  David realized what a weird
position he was being put in.  He couldn't very well say no
to the possible future king of England to what he was doing.
On the other hand, this was extremely not like what he had
expected and he knew he had to tell him to stop.  He was,
after all, a married man, and the prince was, well, royalty.
He shouldn't be doing this!
     William, for a change, had no regard at all for the
possibility of intruders or paparazzi.  He had so little
privacy left that he enjoyed any chance he was able to get
to have it.  Locked in this hotel room, with the security
guards sleeping in the adjacent hall, and having been able
to completely slip in under the public's radar, he felt
fairly confident that nothing would hinder him from enjoying
this evening with David Beckham.  He slipped his mouth off
Beck's big toe and traced his tongue over the tops of his
toes.  David's toes were nice and compact, and the tops of
his toes formed a gradual slope.  His toenails extended up
past the flesh slightly, and the crevices between the backs
of his toes and the foot proper were very small.  The toes
were even more squished together after having spent quite
some time trapped in the confines of uncomfortable Italian
leather shoes.  The experience had given his feet the slight
tang of leather, however, which had made the young prince
very aroused.
     He continued servicing the toes on his right foot with
his mouth, sucking, licking, and kissing them for what was
probably a good ten minutes.  The royal tongue pushed
between the soccer star's toes and slipped into the crevices
underneath his toes.  He then took David's other foot into
his lap, and, raising it to his face, continued his
toesucking.  He sucked on each of his toes one by one,
savoring the taste and gradually growing hard from the
delight.  He adjusted his position on the bed slightly to
accommodate his swelling member.  This was definitely
turning him on.
     David, on the other hand, wasn't really sure what to
think anymore.  Victoria had never done anything like this
to him, and the sensation of a tongue on his feet felt
really odd.  However, he realized that this was meant to be
an act of pleasure, and the more Wills sucked on his feet,
the more he found himself liking it.  Of course, as soon as
he realized this, he just as soon perished the thought from
his brain.  Married, straight men should not be engaging in
acts like this, especially with members of the British
royalty!  The entire experience, to David, was utterly
surreal, and came off to him as something that some shady
tabloid would have fabricated at some point or another to
boost sales.
     The prince left David's toes alone for a moment to
concentrate on the remainder of David's feet.  Pushing the
two feet together in front of him and grabbing them by his
ankles, he ran his tongue horizontally across his soles.  He
ran his tongue vertically along each sole, and then gave his
tongue free reign all over David's feet.  For the next ten
minutes, the prince concentrated on licking the soccer
player's feet, running his tongue along every curve of his
sexy dogs.  He lathered his feet with his saliva completely,
thoroughly coating both his soles and the tops of his feet.
The prince was glad to be indulging in at least one of his
fantasies, but he was desperately aching to try some other
things, as well.
     The prince put the soccer star's feet down, looked into
his eyes, and asked him in a husky voice, "Did you like
that?"
     David wasn't really sure how to answer that.  To some
extent, he had enjoyed it, but he really didn't want to
admit to it.  William took his silence to mean that he did,
and then decided to indulge himself further.
     The handsome youth reached up and unzipped David's
black trousers.  He reached inside and, unbuttoning the
crotch on his boxers, fished around inside for David's cock.
To his enjoyment, it was semi-hard in his hands, and his
fiddling with it was making it harder by the second.  No
matter who was doing it, someone manhandling your cock in
that manner will always get it hard, David told himself as
he feared to think about what the horny prince would do
next.
     Unbuttoning his trousers and then pushing his pants and
boxers down over his hips and sliding them off of him
completely, the prince gazed upon the half-naked beauty
lying on his hotel bed.  He had such an amazing body, and he
had to see it all or else he'd go crazy.  Practically
throwing himself on top of the soccer star, he loosened
David's tie and slipped it off over his head, all the while
grinding his still fully clothed package against David's
naked hips.  He then had David sit up so he could remove his
Brooks Brothers suit jacket, which was followed by his
unbuttoning David's white dress shirt.  The English stud was
now completely naked, with the prince still grinding into
him seductively.
     William moved back down to his position at the edge of
the bed.  He once more took David's right foot to his mouth,
and kissed it.  This time, however, he moved his way down
the foot, kissing the tops, and then ran his tongue along
David's strong calves.  He admired how well-toned his calves
were, that sort of conditioning only being obtainable by
practicing a particular sport for a very long period of
time.  He continued kissing and licking his way up David's
legs until he had reached his inner thigh.  He began sucking
on the warm flesh of his thigh, basking in David's natural
musk.
     David was getting more and more nervous.  He knew full
well that William had intended on sucking his dick, but
there was no way that he could let him get away with this.
Then again, who would possibly believe him if he had told
anyone?  He couldn't imagine anyone buying that story at
all.  He really had no choice but to give himself over to
the whims of this incredibly horny young member of the
British royal family.
     The prince, after vigorously sucking on David's inner
thigh, had attached his mouth to David's right testicle and
sucked it into his mouth, running it over his teeth and
slicking it up with his saliva.  He delighted in the aroma
and taste of David's sweaty nuts and inhaled sharply,
intoxicated by the scent.  His own cock was struggling
inside his pants, yearning to be freed.  The prince fumbled
with his belt as he attempted to remove his own trousers
while continuing to draw David's nuts into his mouth.  He
succeeded and pulled his pants off, pushing them to the
ground around his stockinged feet.  He then drew down his
red boxer briefs, freeing his now oozing cock from its cloth
trappings.
     The now almost-nude-below-the-waist prince slipped his
mouth off of David's testicles and then ran his tongue up
along the underside of David's shaft.  His mouth slipped
over David's purplish knob.  He darted his tongue at the
precum that had collected on top of his cock and swallowed
it.  It was his first time tasting someone else's precum,
having tasted his own on a few of his jerkoff sessions.  He
had loved the taste of it, but had never gone as far as to
tasting his own cum.  Tonight, however, he would get his
first taste of that precious secretion.
     David couldn't believe that the future king of England
was slipping his lips over his swollen cock and licking up
his precum!  He couldn't even believe that Wills was a
cocksucker in the first place.  He reasoned that perhaps
because of the incessant media concentration on him and the
burdens of finding a suitable woman, he was now starting to
lash out like this.  Surely his family would be upset if
they found out he was doing this, which was good enough
reason for him to stop, let alone the fact that anyone could
just walk in here and find them engaging in this sordid act.
He was beginning to fear that he would cum in Will's mouth,
but that appeared to be what the horny prince wanted.  He
figured it would be best again to just oblige him, so long
as they didn't go any further.
     The prince continued his blowjob, slowly inching his
head down on David's dick, coating his cockhead and part of
his shaft in his warm saliva.  He worked his lips up and
down the stiff member, reveling in his first time ever
sucking off another guy.  He smiled as he thought about how
he could use his position to get just about anybody he
wanted in the sack now.  Like he had heard in a movie once,
"It's good to be the king!" (or in his case, prince.)
     William cupped the soccer star's testicles in his left
hand as he slipped his right hand onto David's shaft.  He
continued going down on him, in the process starting to
develop a rhythmic bobbing of his head.  He slurped up the
precum that was very steadily oozing out of David's dick,
relishing in the salty taste and wanting so much more.  He
moaned with the pleasure of having another guy's dick in his
mouth, which was certainly one of the best tastes in the
world.  It certainly tasted better than the awful hotel
buffet fare, but he was inching ever closer to savoring the
best-tasting nectar in the world.
     As William began to suck more vigorously, David felt
himself getting set to explode.  He could that familiar
stirring in his loins, that stirring he had felt so many
times before when Victoria and him had had sex and from his
own experiences with himself when he was a lad.  When he had
gotten married he had pretty much stopped masturbating in
general, not really having a need for it.  Occasionally, he
had jerked his penis to remind him that it felt good, but he
stopped going all the way with himself after saying "I do."
Now this was his first time about to orgasm after he had
gotten married, and it was being caused by, of all people,
the bloody Prince of Wales' son!
     The rising action in David's cock wouldn't relent at
all, no matter how much he had secretly wished it to, and he
knew full well that in no time, he would be cumming in the
20-year-old youth's mouth.  He warned William that he was
about to blow his load, but this only encouraged the dick-
hungry prince to continue sucking on his stiff cock with
increased furor.  David groaned and bucked his hips wildly
as he felt the cum gush up the core of his cock and spurt
out of the irritated cockhead.  His semen all landed
squarely in the prince's mouth, where he eagerly sucked it
back down his throat.  White, sticky fluid flooded William's
mouth, where he swished it around like it was an obscene
mouthwash and then swallowed it, delighting in the taste of
another man's secretion.  David spurt out six or seven
strands of thick cum, and what couldn't fit in Wills' mouth
ended up collection on the sides of his mouth, eventually
dripping down and forming streamers that extended to his
chin.
     When he had finally removed his mouth from David's
slowly limping member, he wiped up the cum on his face with
his index finger and slipped it into his mouth, savoring
both the taste and texture of the sticky, salty fluid in his
mouth.  He lapped up the bit of cum that was still oozing
out of David's piss slit and then kissed his cock as a means
of paying his gratitude.
     The prince climbed up onto the soccer hunk and met his
still shocked and speechless countenance.  He huskily
breathed, "That was fucking awesome, mate.  You're
delicious."  He then proceeded to stick his tongue in
David's mouth.  David once again had no choice but to relent
to his wishes.  He let William run his tongue all along the
insides of his mouth, along his teeth and over and under his
own tongue.  He could taste the flavor of what he guessed
was his own cum, and the very faint taste of leather.
     After this French kiss, William stood up and told
David, "Now it's your turn."
     David look horrified.  "My turn?"
     "Yes," intoned the horny prince.  "My cock wants you.
It's begging to be sucked.  And so are my feet.  I want you
to undress me, lick my feet, and then suck me.  Just like I
did you."
     Holy shit.  David was astounded that he had somehow
unleashed the latent sexual beast in Prince William.  Were
princes allowed to talk like that?
     Knowing he couldn't say no at this point, he got up off
the bed and let William take his place.  The prince was
still fully clothed from the waist up and just wearing socks
from the waist down.  His hard cock was noticeably hard and
leaking.  He definitely wanted it bad.
     Lying on top of William, David began to undo the
prince's tie.  This was a bit of a strange position for him
to be in, as he had gotten so used to being on top of
Victoria.  Being on top of another guy was certainly
different, though.  For one, he had never had to deal with a
cock being pressed against his chest before as he undressed
his mate for the evening.
     He lifted the tie up over his head and then removed the
prince's black suit jacket and unbuttoned his blue dress
shirt.  All of these items ended up on the floor, close to
where the prince's trousers and boxers had been pushed down
in the heat of sucking on David's balls.  David then got up,
having almost completely undressed the nubile prince, and
moved to the edge of the bed and knelt down in front of
Wills' feet.
     Crouching down, David removed first one sock and then
the other.  He was greeted with the not-all-that-unpleasant
smell of male feet.  He had certainly smelled worse in the
locker room after a game, and the two of them hadn't
participated in any rigorous exercise other than just
walking around.  Wills had noticeably worked up a sweat in
the heat of their sexual experience, though, and his feet
were rather slick with sweat as a result.
     Reluctantly sticking his tongue out, David inched it
forward until the tip of his tongue just barely grazed
William's right big toe.  He could barely taste anything
from it.  He went in again, this time being slightly more
adventurous and licking the back of his right big toe
completely.  A faint cheesy taste lingered on his tongue,
not bad tasting at all, but certainly a taste he'd never
experienced before.  He licked again at the same spot, less
reluctantly, and then again.  He then licked the backs of
each of Wills' remaining toes on his right foot in the same
style.  David then ran his tongue along the backs of all his
toes, the way someone would run a stick across a picket
fence.  He traced his tongue along the underside of the
backs of his toes and wormed it into the crevice beneath the
fleshy extension of his toes and the actual foot itself.
The prince had long, skinny toes, which complemented the
lanky youth well.  The toes were well spaced and the second
toe on each foot was slightly bigger than the big toe.  The
prince's toes were well manicured, as a result of years of
proper grooming, no doubt.
     David noticed all these things as he continued licking
the hot prince's feet.  He ran his tongue along the backs
and tops of his toes, tracing the nail all the way around
each toe.  He slithered his tongue into the spaces between
his toes, darting his tongue in and out like a cobra.  He
let his tongue roam down to William's sole, tracing the
natural curve of his foot and leaving a trail of spit behind
as he worked downward towards his ankle.  He ran his lips
over the prince's ankle bone, tracing around it in tight,
concentric circles with his tongue, and then working back
around it in reverse concentric circles.  He sucked on the
bottom fleshy pad of his foot, and then licked his way back
up to the top of his foot.
     David was actually starting to enjoy this.  The
prince's feet had a pretty great taste and just looked
really sexy to him.  He relished what he was doing as he
slipped his lips about the prince's big toe and sucked
gently on it, almost like he was sucking dick.  He sucked on
each of Wills' toes in succession on his right foot, and
then turned over to his until now neglected left foot.  He
sucked on his left big toe, snaking his tongue around it
inside his mouth and coating it in foot-flavored saliva.  He
then worked his way down the line of toes on his left foot,
sucking on each one of them with pure delight.  Much as he
done with his right foot, he squirmed his tongue in the
spaces between the toes on his left foot as well, and then
slipped it along the underside of his toes and on the tops
as well.  He ran his tongue over the tops of William's foot
and along the sole as well.  He once again ran his lips over
the prince's ankle bone, working his tongue around it and
back out in concentric circles.
     William was going crazy with pleasure as the soccer
star licked and sucked on his feet.  This had always been
one of his wildest fantasies, and he couldn't believe it was
finally coming true.  He hoped David would agree to do this
again in the future, and if not, he was already tabulating a
list of hot celebrities that he wanted to do this.  His mind
raced with the possibility of someone like Justin Timberlake
or Nick Carter sucking on his feet and letting him suck on
theirs.  What was awesome is that, with his connections, he
could easily arrange for any of this to happen.  He sighed
with the realization of possibilities before him and the
pleasure of having his feet serviced by a hot soccer stud.
     David continued licking the prince's feet and toes for
a good ten minutes.  His tongue ran along the prince's
smooth flesh, across trails of his own spit, which he lapped
up hungrily and let them dribble down again over his feet.
He was certainly inhibition-free now.  It was weird how just
the act of licking another guy's feet had made him
completely un-self-conscious of his current situation.  He
had no idea licking someone else's feet could be so hot, and
he hoped Victoria wouldn't be averse to this if he tried it
on her in the future.
     David once more ran his tongue along the prince's
ankle, this time letting it roam up to along the prince's
calves.  The prince was obviously a very athletic boy,
having a particular interest in rugby, water polo, and, of
course, football.  As such, he had noticeably strong calves,
which was sort of a turn-on for David as he ran his tongue
along his calves and up to the prince's smooth, naked
thighs.  The prince had very smooth thighs as well, and his
natural manhood scent was actually pretty terrific.  He
sucked on the flesh of his inner thighs, eventually making
his way to the prince's low-hanging balls.
     The midfielder sucked on William's right nut, taking it
into his mouth, coating it with his saliva and making it
slick.  He sucked the one nut, and then the other into his
mouth.  His nuts tasted awesome, slightly salty but tangy as
well, a very appetizing flavor.  David couldn't believe he
actually had the prince's nuts in his mouth!  This was
fucking awesome!  He continued sucking on the low-hanging
nuts and then worked his tongue up along the shaft of Wills'
hard, dripping cock.  He ran his tongue along the sensitive
glans and circled his cockhead, licking up his precum.
David had never tasted precum either before tonight, but he
was now completely glad he did.
     David worked his lips down William's blood-engorged
shaft, slipping his cock into his mouth.  William was
finally get his wish; David Beckham, one of the hottest
football players, was sucking him off, and it was every bit
as fantastic as he had hoped for.  He engulfed William's
stiff six inches in its entirety, grinding his nose into
William's thick pubes.  He moved his lips up and down in a
rhythmical bobbing motion, indulging in the taste of dick in
his mouth.  It was his first time ever sucking cock, and it
wasn't nearly as bad as everyone had assumed it was.  To be
called a cocksucker was an insult, usually, but sucking cock
really wasn't that awful to the British soccer star.
     The prince moaned with pleasure at the hot, moist
sensation that encapsulated his throbbing cock.  This was so
amazing, but he felt like it would be over all too soon.
With David eagerly gulping down on his hard meat and the
combined thrill of knowing they could get caught at any
moment, plus having been horny all day, William knew that he
would be cumming in no time flat.  He could already feel
that familiar sensation in his loins indicating that he
would soon be creaming in David's mouth.  Oh man, this was
too much.
     William dug his fingers into the bedsheet as the cum
spurted out of his cock and blasted into David's mouth.  He
had chosen not to warn David, wanting instead to see how
David would react when his semen was unexpectedly unleashed
into his mouth.  David gagged a bit on the forcefulness of
his streamers of cum as they shot into his mouth, but after
two or three streams, he was able to catch them easier.  He
rolled the cum around in his mouth and then swallowed it,
enjoying the taste of the prince's salty offering.
     The football hunk cleaned all of Wills' jizz off of his
cock and then lay down on top of him on the bed.  He forced
his tongue into the prince's mouth, letting slip some of the
prince's cum into his own mouth.  The two swapped saliva and
William's cum for about five minutes when the Prince sat up
and prepared to ask David to do something else for him too.
     "Hey, David?"
     "Yes, William?"
     "I have another favor to ask of you," he intoned, with
lust in his voice.
     "What's that, then?"
     With that, William lay down on the bed again and spread
his legs.  "I want you to fuck me.  I have to feel your hot
cock pumping semen inside of my arse.  Fuck my bum, David.
Please."
     Holy shit thought David.  It wasn't enough that he had
licked the royal feet and sucked the royal cock, but now he
was about to fuck the royal arse, too!  This was the wildest
night he'd ever had.
     David gladly obliged him.  He now did it out of
willingness instead of feeling like it was his duty to serve
the prince.  He made his way once more to the edge of the
bed.  He figured this wouldn't be much more different than
pounding Victoria's cunt; they were, after all, both hot,
tight places.  William directed him to underneath the bed,
where he had strategically placed a tube of KY lubricant
before David's visit.
     The footballer took the tube and squirted some of the
lube onto his fingers and then inserted it into William's
hot pucker.  Never having been fucked before, the prince had
a tight virgin ass, and he couldn't believe that he was the
one he had chosen to deflower him.  He felt honored, in a
way, that someone like him was chosen to help him undergo
this rite of passage.
     After working one finger in and out of his tight
asshole, David slipped another finger in.  William moaned
with a combination of pain and pleasure.  This felt new and
strange to him, but he knew that eventually it would give
way to unspeakable pleasure.  At least, that's how it always
went in the erotic stories he had read.  He couldn't believe
that in the next couple of minutes, he would be David
Beckham's bitch.
     The thought crossed through David's mind as well that
he would be ruling over the prince instead of vice versa.
He smiled to himself as he managed to work a third finger
into William's still tight pucker.  This caused the prince
to moan even louder.  He hoped that no one would be able to
hear what the two of them were doing, but it was so much
better to just concentrate on what was happening at the
moment.
     Having loosened up the prince's hole considerably,
David pressed his now stiff and irritated cockhead against
William's anus.  He pushed it in slightly, not wanting to
cause the prince any sudden pain, especially any pain that
would make him cry out.  He found this was actually a bit
different from pounding pussy - they were both tight, but
for some reason, this was a completely different sensation
altogether.
     William was trying to stifle a really loud moan as
David began working his member into him.  This hurt a bit,
but there was also something oddly pleasurable about having
a cock buried up one's ass.  He wanted David to go in
further, but slower.
     David, granting William's silent wish, continued
pushing forward up his rectum, but very slowly, so as not to
cause any sudden yelps that would get them caught.  After
about five minutes, more than half of his six-and-a-half
inches was buried up the prince's asshole.  The prince was
feeling both the pain of having his anus virtually wrenched
open along with the pleasure of having David's penis
massaging the insides of his anal cavity.  He didn't want
David to remove his cock from his arse at any rate.  This
felt too wicked to stop.
     After some more inching, David was able to fit all of
his cock inside of William.  He then quickly removed his
cock from his ass, much to Wills' chagrin.  He then plunged
it back in again, this time with considerably more ease.  He
then removed it once again, and inserted it once more.  The
sensation was pleasurable for both men.  David got a better
understanding of why they called it a "pucker" as Wills'
anus muscles cushioned and sort of kissed his cock.
William, meanwhile, was feeling nothing but pleasure now as
David's cock worked its way in and out of his rectum,
stretching his anus muscles and tearing up his arse.  This
felt incredible for the both of them.
     David began to work up a rhythm with plunging his cock
into and out of Wills' arse, pushing his hips forward and
back and keeping time to an imaginary beat in his head.  His
pole slid in and out the prince's ass like a piston, back
and forth, back and forth.  He then got the idea into his
head to jack off William, while his now once again stiff
cock was wagging at him from below him.  He took Wills' cock
into his hand and started jerking it, pushing the foreskin
up and down over the knob of his cock, providing the stiff
member with even more sexual stimulation.
     The two men kept at it, David jerking off the prince
and stuffing his tight ass with his beautiful cock.  In no
time at all, the two men were ready to shoot again.  David
plunged his hips forward with such great momentum upon
feeling the stirring in his loins again that he feared he
would tear the prince in half.  His thrusts became more
frequent and forceful, as did his jerking off of the prince.
David blasted forward with his second orgasm that evening as
his spunk rose out of his cock and filled William's tight
ass.  His cum filled up his rectum and coated his own cock
as well.  Meanwhile, the tension in Wills' cock became too
much to bear for him and he came for the second time that
evening as well.  It didn't shoot out as forcefully this
time, but it was still really intense, pouring out of his
dick and coating his penis and David's hand with his
delicious juice.
     David's cock was still buried in Wills' arse as his
orgasm decreased in intensity.  He kept it in there until
his cock finally became limp again, at which point he
removed it and climbed back on the bed.  He assisted William
in licking some of his sticky boyshot off of his cock, and
then offered the cum that had spilled on his hand to the
exhausted prince.  He ate it up hungrily, delighting in the
taste of his own cum.
     The two handsome men lay on top of each other, sticky,
flushed, perspiring, but satisfied.  They held a kiss for an
extremely long time, in which they could both taste each
other's seed.  They lay there like that for some time before
they heard a knock on the door.  William sat bolt upright
and threw his boxer shorts and pants on.  He hoped the sweat
that had collected on him would make it seem like he had
just gotten out of the shower.  David meanwhile tried
tossing as much of his clothes back on as he could find and
tried to stay out of whoever was at the door's view.
     William opened the door to see Dylan standing there.
"Is everything okay in here?  I thought I heard some odd
panting noises."
     "What?  Oh, no, I just asked David to go over some of
his exercise routines for me," William lied.
     "Where is Mr. Beckham, anyway?"
     "Oh, he's in the bathroom.  I just got out of the
shower.  We both worked up quite a sweat sex, er,
exercising, haha," he laughed at his own malapropism.
     "Alright, your highness.  If you need anything else,
just let me know."
     "Actually, I was wondering one thing."
     "Yes, sir?"
     "Could Mr. Beckham perhaps stay the night?  Would that
be alright?"
     Dylan considered it for a second.  Should he trust the
boy alone with the football star?  This would be a media
hotbed if anyone found out.  He noticed the pleading look in
William's eyes, however, and couldn't bring himself to say
no.
     "Alright, I suppose that's okay.  I'll let your father
and Mrs. Beckham know."
     William beamed.  "Thank you very much, Dylan.  You can
return to your room now.  I'll be fine."
     Dylan returned to his station next door.  William
closed the door when he was finally completely in the clear
and then found David, who had actually been lying beside the
bed the whole time.
     "Good news, David!  You can stay the night!"
     Oh man, David thought to himself.  Who knew what else
would happen while he stayed the night?  He, for one, was
dying to find out.  He smiled and embraced the handsome
prince.  "Anything else planned for tonight, Wills?"
     "Mmm, perhaps...in the meantime, I think we need to,
ah, rest our feet after our `vigorous workout,'" William
insinuated.
     David grinned widely and lay down on the bed.  William
laid down opposite him, their feet in each other's faces.
As they resumed their previous exercise of sucking each
other's feet, the two of them thought about what a great
night lay in store for them.