Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2002 10:21:44 +0000
From: David White <davidgaywhite@hotmail.com>
Subject: England Fuck Fantasy - Chapter 9i

This work is a piece of fiction. I do not know Alan Smith,
Michael Owen, David Beckham, Steven Gerrard, Joe Cole or
Owen Hargreaves 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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-------This story written by tintinuni----------------------
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Chapter 9 (i)

Alan slammed his fist against the changing room wall.
`Fuck!' he shouted. `Fuck, fuck fuck!'

Today was the big one, Leeds v Man U at Elland Road and in
the 44th minute Smithy had blown it. After a great pass by
Bowyer he was all lined up to score the first goal of the
match. The crowd was going wild, this was it. When out of
nowhere that dick Ferdinand came sliding into him, studs up
sending him crashing to the ground. The crowd went mad!
Volleys of abuse were hurled at Ferdinand whilst the Man U
supporters cheered their new star. Smith was wild, like a
man possessed he leapt off the ground smashing his arms into
Ferdinand's chest who pushed back. Both teams gathered round
their players holding them at bay, and then the referee
arrived on the scene. The whistle went and two red cards
went up and both players left the pitch to the cheering and
jeering of the crowd.
	Half time had come and gone and Smith was left alone in the
changing rooms, in a trance, seeing red. All he wanted was
Rio, he wanted to break his legs, make
him never play again and then those thoughts entered his
head again. He shook
his head and slammed his fist again. This was it, he was
going round there and
sorting this out, Ferdinand was going to regret what he had
done, Smiths big
chance for glory had been ruined, and he wanted revenge.
      In all his time at Elland Road Alan Smith had learnt
the secrets of the maze
like interior and he knew how, for example, to get to the
away dressing room
without being seen. He walked in and it was empty.
      `Shit!' he thought to himself. `Where the fuck is he?'

He looked around the dressing room. There was only one space
with boots and
a kit in, that must be Rio's he thought to himself. He must
have come in, got
changed at half time and gone back out to sit and watch the
rest of the game,
that was something Alan knew he couldn't bear to do. He
thought, although he
would have never said this publicly, that there was no way
that Leeds would
win the game without his skill up front. Alan looked up,
while he had been
thinking about the game he had been instinctively drawn to
Ferdinand's bag.
Glancing around to check he was alone again he reached in
and there it was,
stuffed right at the bottom, Ferdinand's jock strap. He
pulled it out and looked
at it. It was still slightly damp and warm with sweat and
smith noticed the
glistening stain of pre cum in the crotch and a few of Rio's
hairs stuck to the
inside. He was just bringing it up to his face when he heard
a noise behind him.
'Fuck,' he whispered. and he shoved the jock strap down the
back of his shorts.
  'Did you get lost?' came a voice from round the corner.
'Or are you just
trying to pick up some tips'
'I, er...' spluttered Smith trying to recognise the voice,
and then, just as he
walked round the corner, he realised, it was his national
captain, David
Beckham.
'oh, er, Hi David, I was just...'
  'Don't bother explaining Alan, I don't suppose you can say
anything that would
make the situation any less incriminating'
Smith just stood, slightly shell shocked, and bright red.
What had David seen,
and why was he letting him off so lightly.
'I'd just go now, if I was you, your dressing rooms that
way' Beckham said with
a sarcastic tone, pointing down the corridor.
  'Erm, ok, see you soon David'
Alan turned to leave and then realised what he had done,
just as his hand went
for the jockstrap stuck out the back of his shorts David
whipped it out. Alan
spun round, looking more embarrassed than before.
'What's this then?' He asked, waving it about.
Smith stood there not knowing what to say, he looked to the
ground, like a
school boy being told off. but as his eyes moved to the
floor he noticed a huge
bulge in Beckham's tracksuit.
All of a sudden a huge grin grew across Smith's face. He
looked up and pointed
at Beckham's crotch.
  'And what's that then?' he asked.
Now it was Beckham's turn to splutter and look embarrassed.
And then a grin grew
across his face. Both players had put 2 and 2 together and
worked out what the
other was thinking.
'He is extremely horny, isn't he?' said Alan.
'Your not kidding, have you seen him in action?'
  'No,' replied Smith. 'Have you?'
'Yeah, I downloaded a copy of the Cyprus sex video off the
net. Victoria wasn't
too pleased about it, but I pointed out that the two of us
separating would not
be in anyone's best interest'
'So she knows your gay?'
  'Yeah, and now so do you!'
'So,' said Smith, shuffling his feet on the floor.
'So,' said Becks, gently rubbing his stiff cock through his
shorts.
'Oh, what the fuck,' Smith said grabbing Beckham by the
neck. He pulled him in and the pair kissed for what seemed
like an eternity, their tongues working each other, their
hands caressing every inch of their muscular bodies. Ever
nerve in them was tense, their hairs standing on end as they
felt each others manhood. Slowly Alan pushed his hands into
Beckham's shorts, feeling his way under his jockstrap and to
the prize beneath. His whole body shuddered in time with
Beckham's as his hand touched the captains manhood...
'Wait,' sad Beckham suddenly breaking out of the kiss. 'I
caught you in here, someone could easily catch us.'
'That's true,' replied Smith. 'And I want you all to myself.
There's another toilet just down the corridor we can use,
I've never been disturbed in there before.'
'You've fucked here before?' asked Beckham.
  'Yeah, when Liverpool played earlier this...'
'What? Who from Liverpool?' David asked.
'Oh, erm... Michael'
'Shit! Lucky you'
'Well, I'm seeing him later in the week, if you like I can
mention our little rendezvous today and we could all meet
up. If it's ok with Posh,' a little smile grew across
Smith's face as he added the last part.
'Well, come on then,' Alan said, taking David's hand and
leading him down the corridor, checking first that no one
was there.
The pair waked into the single cubicle toilet and locked the
door behind then.
'Now then Mr. Beckham, I don't think we will be disturbed.'
Smith said, pulling his shirt of to reveal his hairless,
toned chest. Beckham's hands ran down his body, pausing to
tweak the young Leeds stars nipples. He moved his head in
and took them in his mouth. First one, then the other,
slowly circling around them with his tongue. Alan swung his
head back and let out a low moan as David tongue worked down
to his navel. It then moved down to his shorts which Smith
quickly removed.
David paused to take off his tracksuit and knelt in front of
a naked Alan, naked himself with his 7.5 inch meat bobbing
in the air. He took Alan's 6.5'' cock in his mouth and
started to suck on the head slowly, his tongue working at
his cum slit. Again Alan moaned, and Beckham, taking this as
the sign of approval that it was, sucked harder and pulled
Smith's cock further into his mouth, down his throat until
it was all in.
Smith was now face fucking Beckham at some speed as the two
moaned and groaned in unison. Smith knew the moment of
climax was near, but he had so much he still wanted to do
and so he slowly pulled his cock from out of David's throat
and knelt down to kiss him.
Now it was Smith's turn to service David and he too started
with the nipples,
licking them and sucking them for all it was worth. He then
moved his tongue
around Beckham's hard chest, until it found his armpit. they
had worked up such
a sweat in the small, hot toilet stall that it seemed to be
pouring out of
Beckham's under arm, and fortunately, for Smith at least, he
was there to lap it
up. David groaned and Smith continued his way south.
Beckham's chest was harder than Smith's, and he had a
beautiful trail of hair
from his navel to his cock and this was something Smith
really liked. He was
jealous that neither he nor Owen had this and so he was
determined to make the
most of it. He flicked his tongue all the way down this
trail until he reached
the goal, Beckham's big, thick hairy cock. There was no
messing from Alan, he
took all of Beckham inside his throat in one swift suck and
Beckham moaned a
sound that seemed to come from the bottom of his lungs. No
one, not even the
studs of his imagination had sucked him like this before,
slow caressing sucks.
Smith pulled away from David's meat and turned him round so
that his firm ass
was facing him. He parted his cheeks with his hands and
moved his tongue in
between. Once again David groaned. Smith's tongue was now
right inside him
licking, almost fucking his ass. It was bliss. Pure, raw,
sex.
Alan reached round and grabbed David's hard throbbing cock
and pumped on it. he
really wanted it inside him, but knew that neither he nor
Beckham could hold out
that long, but he didn't want their cum to go to waste.
  He turned David back round and took him deep into his
mouth again.
instinctively David started to thrust like a wild animal,
and then, with a loud
moan he shot his load deep into Smith's throat. Smith
swallowed hard, trying to
take it all, and with one last gulp he finished the load and
Beckham pulled his
cock out.
Smith's hand went straight to his cock and he pumped
furiously. Kneeling in
front of this sex god with the taste of his cum strong in
his throat he was in
heaven. But Beckham was damned if he was going to let Smith
finish himself off.
He pulled Smith to his feet and then took his position on
his knees in front of
his hard cum filled meat. he took it in his mouth and
tenderly flicked his
tongue over Alan's cock head, and that was it. That small
tongue action had been
enough to send Alan over the edge, and waves and waves of
his hot, sticky cum
shot into David's mouth. It was so much at once that it
spilled out over his
cheeks, as he flung his head back to try and catch it all he
swallowed in big
gulps and cleared his mouth. Smith then bent down and licked
the remainder off
his cheeks and fed it to him. David sucked it off his tongue
and swallowed every
last drop.
  They were exhausted.
'It's a good job I wasn't playing today,' said Becks
breathing heavily.
  'And it's a good job that I got sent off,' replied Smith,
his lips breaking
into a smile again. They pulled their clothes on again and
Beckham left, kissing
Smith hard on the lips one last time.
Smith was just leaving when he spotted something in the
corner, it was Rio's
jockstrap. He picked it up and put it to his nose, inhaling
deeply.
'Next time Rio, then you're mine,' he said to himself and
then, looking at the
jockstrap. 'Until then you'll have to do,' and he rubbed his
crotch feeling his
cock, which was already growing hard again.


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