Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2002 15:14:23 +0100
From: David White <davidgaywhite@hotmail.com>
Subject: England Fuck Fantasy - Chapter 4

This work is a piece of fiction. I do not know Alan Smith,
Michael Owen, David Beckham, Steven Gerrard or Joe Cole 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. -------------------------------------
-------------------Alan's thoughts appear like [this] and
Michael's like {this}. -------------------------------------
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Chapter 4

Alan was lying back on his bed reading the back pages of the
newspaper. The headline read "Smith Stuns Spain". England
had beaten Spain the night before. Alan had scored a hat
trick, his first in an international game, and was being
heralded as one of England's greatest ever strikers after a
string of brilliant performances. Alan was happy to know
that the press were on his side when it came to football,
but some of the stories that had been appearing in the
tabloids recently had worried him. Because he hadn't had a
girlfriend for a while, the press were beginning to question
his sexuality and were delving into his personal life. Alan
didn't see what all the fuss was about. OK, so he hadn't had
a girlfriend in a while, but what did they expect. He was
playing football every other day, and training on his days
off. What with the Premiership, European competitions and
all the England internationals, he hardly had a minutes rest
let alone time to meet a girl he really liked. Besides, he
didn't really feel ready for a public relationship. Maybe
the speculation was better than the hounding he would get if
he did go out with someone.
While Alan finished reading the report on the previous
night's game, his roommate and striking partner Michael Owen
emerged from the en suite bathroom. Alan looked up as
Michael walked across to the wardrobe.
"Have you seen what they're saying about David in here?"
Alan asked pointing to an article which was criticising the
England captain David Beckham. "I can't believe they keep
criticising him even though we're winning games."
"I know," Michael replied as he pulled a T Shirt from the
wardrobe and put it on. "OK, so he doesn't have the same
influence on games as he used to, but he's still an
inspirational captain." Michael removed the towel that he
had been wearing around his waist and threw it on to the
bed, revealing his body from the waist down. He picked out a
pair of tracksuit bottoms and pulled them on.
"I'm going down for some breakfast, you coming?" he asked,
reaching for the comb to sort out his hair.
"I haven't had a shower yet," Alan replied, "I'll grab
something later".
"OK, see you later".
"Sure".
Michael left the room leaving Alan on his own. Alan put the
paper down and lay their on his bed thinking about how he
could have played even better in the game. His thoughts
began to stray, and his mind's eye kept focussing on
Michael. It came as no surprise to Alan. On and off he had
been having dreams in which Michael appeared in sexual
situations. Alan wasn't sure what it meant. He wasn't gay,
or at least he didn't think so, and all of his other erotic
dreams involved women. Apart from in those dreams, he never
saw Michael as anything other than a good friend and a team
mate. The only time Alan felt awkward around Michael was
when they were naked. Ever since that night three months ago
when Michael had seen Alan's stiff cock, Alan had been
nervous when he stripped off in front of Michael. It was one
thing for another guy to see you limp, a totally different
matter if they see you stiff and covered in pre cum.
Whenever Michael got naked, like just a moment ago, Alan
wasn't sure where to look.
Alan sat up and tried to clear his thoughts. He stood up and
walked over to the wardrobe and tried to find his favourite
T Shirt. He knew it was in here somewhere. As he was
searching through the rack, he noticed a shoebox on the
floor of the wardrobe pushed towards the back. It was on
Michael's side, but curious to see what was inside, Alan
leant down and picked it up. He opened the box and was
shocked by what he found inside. Wrapped in some kind of
paper towel was a black dildo, about 7 inches long. Alan
took it out from the box. He looked up at the mirror on the
wall and almost laughed out loud.
[What would the tabloids make of this?] he wondered as he
stood there, wearing only a pair of black Calvin Klein
boxers, with a black dildo in his hand.
[I wonder why Michael has one of these?] he wondered. [The
girls he has sex with must like that little bit extra]. Just
as he completed the thought, he heard a sound - someone was
unlocking the door. He pushed the shoebox under Michael's
bed and, dildo still in hand, crawled under there after it.
He had barely got under when the door opened and someone
walked in.
"Alan? You here?" called the person. Alan recognized the
voice. It was Michael.
[I thought he had gone to breakfast]. Alan watched Michael's
feet move across the room to the bathroom door. Michael must
have checked if Alan was in the bathroom. The bathroom door
closed, and Michael moved back toward the main door. Alan
thought Michael was going to leave again, but instead he
heard the lock click on the door and saw Michael's feet
moving back towards the bed.  Michael sat down on the end of
his bed, his feet just inches from Alan's face.
[What is he doing?] Alan thought. His silent question was
answered almost immediately as he saw Michaels tracksuit
bottoms fall to the floor in front of him.
[Oh God!] Alan thought as he realised what Michael was about
to do. Moments later, Alan could hear the barely perceptible
but distinctive sound of foreskin being pulled across a hard
cock.
Above him, sitting on the bed, Michael was enjoying his
first wank since they had arrived in Spain. Somehow he had
never found the time until now, and thankfully Alan had
disappeared somewhere.
{He's probably gone out for a run} Michael thought, and then
returned his attention to the job at hand. He looked up at
the mirror, and watched himself jerking off. He loved the
sight of his own cock, especially when it was hard. It was
about 7 inches long and real thick, probably the thickest of
all the guys in the England squad. He stopped jerking so
that he could remove his T Shirt and throw it on the floor.
Then he carried on, working away at his cock while with his
spare hand he played with his balls or reached up to his
nipples and played with them. He felt a yearning build up
inside of him for some anal action. He stood up and walked
to the wardrobe. He opened it and searched around on the
floor for his box.
Under the bed, Alan could see that Michael was looking in
the wardrobe.
[What the fuck is he looking for] he wondered, and then
suddenly remembered the dildo he was holding. [Oh Shit!].
Meanwhile, Michael was still looking for the box under the
pile of clothes in the wardrobe.
"Where the fuck is it?" he asked out loud. He was sure he
put it in the wardrobe.
{Unless,} he thought, {I put it in the airing cupboard in
the bathroom}. He walked out of the bedroom into the
bathroom. Alan took this opportunity to scramble out from
under the bed. He stood in the middle of the room looking
frantically for some place he could hide the dildo.
"What the FUCK are you doing with that?!"
Alan spun round to see Michael standing in the doorway to
the bathroom, his semi-stiff cock starting to droop
downwards.
"And what the FUCK is THAT?!"
Alan looked down towards where Michael was pointing and
saw that he had the biggest erection of his life.



[Oh Shit!].


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Coming next time. Steven Gerrard finds out about Joe Coles
secret!

The Michael/Alan storyline will continue later in the
series.

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

Thankyou.