Date: Sun, 08 Jun 2003 18:51:26 +0000
From: David White <davidgaywhite@hotmail.com>
Subject: England Fuck Fantasy - Chapter 10

Chapter 10 of England Fuck Fantasy is attached. Thanks.

by davidgaywhite


This work is a piece of fiction. I do not know Alan Smith,
Michael Owen, David Beckham, Steven Gerrard, Joe Cole or
James Beattie and do not know their sexual preferences. The
actions depicted in this story do not in any way mean that
they are gay or bisexual in real life. ---------------------
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chapter by tintinuni----------------------------------------
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It's been a while since the last chapter, but this story
follows on pretty much from where the last left off. There
will still be the three alternating story strands, and I am
now in collaboration with another writer, so we'll be
alternating chapters between us. Hope you enjoy, won't be so
long till the next one!

Chapter 10

         It was a hot summers night and the England
team were beginning to regret going along with Beckham's
idea of having Armani as the official team designer.
   "Fuck, these suits are hot" Michael Owen said to Frank
Lampard as he rubbed his neck, his hand becoming wet with
sweat. He thought how much he wished Alan had been there as
well, although his pleas to include him in the summer squad
had fallen on deaf ears.
    "But we need him on the team, Boss" he had said, not
being able to divulge the real reason behind suggesting his
inclusion. But Sven had not allowed him; his temper was too
readily getting the better of him.
  Beckham was missing Smithy as well. He had not been able
to stop thinking about his session with him in the toilets
at Elland Road when he had had his mouth filled with his
cum.
  All the team was gathered at a large hotel outside London
to generate some bonding between the group, but all any of
them could think about was the games ahead of them
qualifying for Euro 2004 was now essential. They had to
build on the World Cup and do even better.
   Joe Cole sidled up to Gerrard and smiled a knowing smile
at him. Somehow the two lovers had managed to get rooms next
to each other, but neither could help feeling sorry for Owen
who was clearly missing Smith.
   Beckham, despite having nothing to do with the
organisation of the function, naturally fitted into the role
of host and he was spending most of the time walking round
checking that all was well amongst his team. He did,
however, avoid three of his teammates, Lampard, Dyer and
Ferdinand. He couldn't get the image of them having sex out
of his mind, but after a few subtle, but suggestive,
comments made to Ferdinand in the dressing room he realised
that there was no potential in continuing with that thought.
Still, he felt awkward in their presence, just as he did
with Smith. He shook it off, knowing that he would have to
deal with it. The three `porn stars' didn't know what he had
seen, and Smithy seemed to be very happy continuing his
relationship with Michael and obviously saw what he had done
with David as a bit of fun, but not something that would
necessarily be repeated.
        "Alright Chief" came a voice from behind him.
"Or should that be Sir?"
  David spun round and saw James Beattie grinning from ear
to ear. He was clearly very happy at being included in the
England squad, and the captain was beginning to reconsider
the initial reservations about having him in the team. Here
was a guy who combined boyish charm with a certain unshaven
ruggedness, which David found irresistible. All of a sudden
there was no one else out in the dusk heat, just him and the
grinning Beattie.
  "Well? Can I then" James said.
  "Yeah, sure," said David shaking himself out of his
trance. He was not sure what he was agreeing to. This was
happening too often now. All the cute guys he met sent him
into a kind of trance, where he could see nothing but them
and hear nothing at all. He had totally missed what James
had said to him, but figured that even if he had heard he
would have agreed to pretty much anything this stud had said
anyway.
         Beattie held out his glass and then all was
clear, he just wanted a refill, and since Beckham had become
honorary waiter he obliged.
   "Fill her up," James said.
       [Fill HIM up more like] Beckham thought as his
cock started to shift around in his boxer shorts.
   David poured a glass full of Champagne for his new
colleague and they started to chat about various things.
They discussed Southampton's fortunes that year, as David
bemoaned the lack of a decent Man United presence in the
F.A. Cup. Jokes were told and more drinks were poured and
the pair seemed to be getting on really well. As the evening
drew to a close they were still talking about each others
career,  whether Beckham should stay in the country, and how
Beattie should best go about getting to play European
football. James valued the advice of the more experienced
player and they continued to talk as they climbed the stairs
to their rooms.
   "Erm, I'm not sure where I'm meant to be going," Beattie
said when he realised he was lost in a different section of
the hotel to where his room was. He had been so engrossed in
what Beckham had been saying that he hadn't been paying
attention to where he was going.
        "Oh," said David. "Well, my room's just here,
come in and we'll ring the reception desk and they should be
able to tell you how to get back to your room."
         "Ok, cheers," Beattie said, as he followed
his captain inside.
  Beckham picked up the phone and pressed the button for
reception. A repetitive beep came back, and he replaced the
receiver.
          "It's engaged," he said turning to James.
"Fancy another drink while we wait?"
   "Yeah, sure"
  David bent down to the mini bar, allowing Beattie a full
view of his tight arse in his expensive, well tailored
trousers. He pulled out two mini bottles of scotch and two
glasses and turned around to face his guest.
         " Do you want ice?" he asked holding up the
bottle.
        " No, I'll take it straight thanks" came the
reply.
         That sent bolts through Beckham's body. He
wanted to take to Beattie, but in every way except a
`straight' one. He poured the whiskies and handed one to
Beattie who downed it quickly. Beckham noticed that the
young striker was shaking slightly as he held the glass. He
took it off him, again bending down to the bar to replace
it, once again showing off his tight arse.
         Beattie sat down on the bed, which bounced
slightly underneath him.
  "Your rooms loads nicer than mine" he said looking around
and stroking the linen sheets. He lay back on the bed and
closed his eyes, feeling the rush of the alcohol hitting his
head. He spread his arms out to the side and moved them over
the sheets, caressing the soft material under his hands.
Beckham just stood over him and watched, with a smile
widening on his face.
   David sat down on the bed near Beattie's head
and looked down at his face. James opened his eyes and
suddenly the realisation hit him, he wanted his captain so
much, more than he had ever wanted anyone before. David
looked back, seeing the look in James' eyes, and he lifted
his hand and brought it to the neck of Beattie's shirt.
   "Fucking hell it's hot in here," said Beckham as he undid
Beattie's shirt with one hand and his own with the other.
          " Yeah, it is," said James, helping David
out.
   When both players had their shirts off they looked at
each other, their torsos glistening with sweat, their hair
damp with it.
    Beattie stood up and ran his arms over Beckham's
shoulders and down his back as Beckham pulled him in for a
long and deep kiss. Their tongues mingled with each other as
they shared saliva, loving every minute of this intimate
encounter. David stroked and caressed the back of Beattie's
head as their tongues worked against each other, moving in
and out of each others mouths, pressing against each other.
    Beattie ran his hands down Beckham's wet
back and forced them into the band of his trousers, and down
into his boxers. He felt David's hot, sweaty arse, covered
in a slight hair, which increased as his fingers got closer
to his crack. David's hands ran over Beattie's chest, which
was also covered in a light covering of hair, as James'
fingers widened his arse out.
    David moved his hands down Beattie's chest onto his hard
stomach, feeling the thick trail of hair descending into his
trousers. He let go of Beattie and undid his own trousers,
letting them fall to the floor, allowing Beattie easier
access to his arse. He then reached forward and undid James
fly buttons; his trousers dropped instantly revealing his
hard seven-inch cock. Realising that James had been going
commando all night sent a wave of excitement through
Beckham's body, and it was all he could do not to drop to
the floor and take the piece of meat in front of him into
his mouth, but he resisted, he was liking what James was
doing to his arse too much. James now had one of his middle
fingers in David's arse right up to the knuckle and he was
forcing it in and out, fucking his arse with his finger,
using the sweat as lube. Beckham moaned and groaned in
pleasure and gasped when Beattie inserted another finger.
James moved down slowly until he had one of his captain's
nipples between his lips, sucking on it, licking round at
the light downy hair whilst he used now three fingers to
fuck David's tight, hairy hole.
  With the hand that wasn't now attached to Beckham's arse
hole Beattie pulled Beckham's boxers down and he knelt to
the floor. Still finger fucking him he took David's dick
into his mouth, not believing what was going on. How on
earth was he here, on his knees, servicing his national
captain? He didn't care how though; he was just enjoying
every minute of it.
   Beattie withdrew his fingers and brought then up to his
face. He sniffed deep and inhaled the strong masculine
odour. He turned Beckham round, desperate to taste this
juice, the combination of sweat and pure sex. He pushed his
nose deep into Beckham's crack and breathed deeply, he
needed to taste this man, and he did. He stuck out his
tongue and forced it deep inside him tasting all he had.
David moaned in pure ecstasy as he felt James's tongue
moving in and out of him. The bristles on his chin chaffed
up and down his arse, adding to the thrill of having the
young striker lick him so expertly.
    Eventually James stopped and stood up. He
kissed David deeply on the lips, letting him taste his own
juices, the pair's tongues once again pressed against each
other forcefully battling for supremacy, pushing in and out.
James turned David around and pushed him gently onto the
bed. He opened up his captain's arse cheeks and positioned
his cock against his hole. With a small push it slid nicely
into his arse, so well lubricated with spit and sweat. David
bit into the sheets in a combination of pain and amazing
pleasure, but he did let one loud yelp escape, which was
music to Beattie's ears. This encouraged James to pump
harder and faster as he filled Beckham's arse with his hard
thick cock, his balls banging against David's cheeks.
           "Oh, fuck, yeah, I'm gonna ride you for
ever" Beattie cried, ploughing his ass harder. All of a
   sudden David's arse tightened around
Beattie's swelling cock as James came deep inside Beckham.
Cum leaked out the sides as it struggled to find space
inside David's hole, which was so well filled with Beattie's
cock. James let out shout after shout, with jets of cum
which continued, it was the most intense orgasm he had ever
experienced. He withdrew his cock, which had lost none of
its stiffness and lay down on the bed next to David. He
looked deep in his eyes and kissed him again. Suddenly
Beckham pulled away.
  "What's wrong," Beattie asked, concerned that this night
of passion might not be going as well as he had hoped.
         "Nothing," said David. "It's just. It's my
turn to fuck you now!"
   With that he rolled Beattie onto his back and lifted his
hairy legs over his shoulders. He ran his hands up and down
James' well-toned and muscular legs as his cock found its
target. James' arse was so tight that Beckham really had to
force hard to get his cock in, but, lubricated by an amazing
amount of sweat and some expertly targeted spitting by
Beckham, it went in.
   When his cock was fully in Beattie's ass he began to
slowly push in and out. This was the first ass he had ever
fucked, and he planned to take his time. He looked down at
the beaming face below him, gasping in silence at the pain
of being fucked for the first time, but he loved it, and
wanted more.
   More is exactly what David gave him as he continued to
fuck harder and quicker, although still retaining the
tenderness he started with. James' cock was still rock hard,
and Beckham took it in his hands and started to jerk it off.
The feel of this thick cock in his hands and his hard cock
surrounded by Beattie's tight ass sent him over the edge,
and, just as James' came for the second time Beckham pulled
out and shot ribbons of cum all over Beattie's stomach,
chest and face. Beattie rubbed it into his hairy chest,
mixing it with his own, whilst his tongue licked around his
face trying to get every last drop into his mouth. David
fell down on top of him, his now limp dick still inside
James, and the pair smiled at each other and kissed again,
David breaking off every now and again to feed himself a bit
more of James' cum which had splattered all over his hands.
         The pair lay together and slowly drifted of
to sleep, wrapped up in each other's warmth and feeling like
they never had before.

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Coming up: Is Alan the only man on Michaels
mind?

If you would like to contact me about this
story, my e-mail address is
davidgaywhite@hotmail.com
Thankyou.