Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2004 08:05:46 +0100
From: Andrew Ridal <mail@andrewridal.info>
Subject: Cricket Balls

This story is a work of fiction, and should not be taken to imply anything
about the sexuality of Andrew (Freddie) Flintoff, James (Jimmy) Anderson or
Graham Smith.  Any correlation between this and actual events is purely
coincidental.

It had been a hard day in the field England had finally manages to curb the
prolific scoring of the of the mighty South African batting line up. James
Anderson had had a good day, having taken 3 wickets including that of
Graham Smith the South African captain with the last ball of the day. Jimmy
was on a high, his smile just beamed and damn he looked hot. He's 21 about
6'2'' dark hair with a bright red streak down the middle, puppy dog eyes
and model good looks and a tight slender body with a lovely peachy
butt. Some say he's crickets David Beckham, but most agree that Jimmy is
better looking! When he smiled his whole face just beamed and seemed to
light up the stadium.

Freddie Flintoff is the most gorgeous piece of man-hunk beef ever to grace
a cricket pitch. He's 24 and a solid 6'4'' natural blonde hair and brown
eyes, a beautiful strong muscular frame with everything in the right place
and an over sized package emphasised by his jock. This man is a genuine
hunk. Freddie hadn't had the best of days, his bowling was superb, but he
just couldn't seem to pick up the wickets.

Jimmy and Freddie were asked to do a couple of interviews for TV and Radio,
they were asked the usual questions about plans and how the day went. You
could really see the enthusiasm of both these players shine through when
they talked about their day. They made such good watching on TV this pair
of totally hot guys, suited every taste.

When the interviews were over they both headed back to the changing room,
still a little sweaty and still very much on a high. These two had become
good friends over the past couple of weeks and found they had much in
common. Freddie had just got engaged, and Jimmy was finally in the test
team. Freddie was touchy-feely with every one and slung his heavy arm
around Jimmy's neck as a sign of solidarity. As they approached the
Pavillion where the changing rooms are, Jimmy looked up. He saw the
imposing figure of 6'5'' muscle bound god Graham Smith naked except for a
towel looking out of the South African's dressing room's window. His body
glistened in the late evening sunshine. His body is defined perfectly, its
obvious that this guy took very good care of his body. James couldn't help
but stair up and admire his body.  Graham noticed them and raised an arm to
acknowledge the two English stud's presence. As he did, you could see how
his body flexed as certain muscle groups moved. Jimmy and Freddie nodded
back then looked at each other and giggled. It was quite well known that
Graham was Bi, and when Freddie realised that his arm was round James he
chuckled to himself.

The two English studs reached their dressing room, the majority of the
other players had left it was only Michael Vaughn the new England captain
just finishing packing his bag.

"oh hi guys... interviews?" said Michael

"yeah" replied Freddie, "they cant get enough of me!..." he said with a
chuckle as he slipped off his shirt revealing his sculpted chest.

"...and Jimmy just likes to check his hair!"

Jimmy laughed and slapped Freddie's ass then continued to take off his
boots.  Michael said his goodbyes and said that he'd see them at the hotel.

Freddie kicked off his boots, and slid his trousers down his strong legs
showing his tight ass to the now shirtless Anderson. Jimmy stood up and too
removed his trousers and jock with them. He stood there naked just rubbing
his body chatting to Freddie about the game. Freddie slipped off his jock,
straightened up and stretched before turning and showing Anderson his
monster 9'' cock. The two now naked studs walked to the showers, grabbing
towels as they went. Their cocks swung and they made their way to the
showers. Once the water had warmed they slipped in and both let out a moan
as the warm water caressed their young aching bodies.

As the studs soaped up their tight bodies, and the water cascaded over
every ripple of their flesh, James began to get a little light headed. He
turned round quickly, slipping in the process and fell to the floor. Flat
out on his back, Anderson started to chuckle, Freddie turned at the noise
and saw the young body of James in fits of giggles.

"What the fuck?" said Andrew

"I'm sorry" James chuckled, "I slipped!"

"Here" Andrew offered his hand to help the gorgeous figure up off the cold,
slippery tiles.

As Jimmy pulled himself up Freddie slipped pulling himself and Anderson up
against the wall. The whole of the front of their fit bodies were
touching. James looked into Andrew's eyes and kissed him quickly on the
lips. Freddie offered no response. James kissed Andrew again, this time for
longer.

"why did you stop" said Andrew

with that, Jimmy virtually jumped onto Freddie's big frame and they started
to kiss passionately. They moved out of the showers back to the dressing
room where they quickly cleared the large bench in the middle. James laid
down Andrew on top, kissing and caressing each others bodies, their hard
cocks grinding into the others abs.  James was moaning as Andrew was
sucking and nibbling his nipples.

"Fuck me" he begged

Andrew looked up into those deep, deep eyes and offered a quizzical look.

"Fuck me" James repeated and smiled.

"You engineered this?" asked Andrew

James just smiled, reached up and kissed his new found lover. Freddie
picked up James in his strong powerful arms and turned him over, exposing
his exquisite arse.  Andrew buried his face into Anderson's sweet
butt. Jamie started moving back to meet the probing of Freddie's tongue


I hope you enjoyed the first part of this story... if you have any
suggestions, or have shared similar fantasies e-mail me:
queer@andrewridal.info