Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2008 01:13:19 +0100
From: Steven Jones <edintorrent@gmail.com>
Subject: Euro 2008 fun part 2

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way implies anything
whatsoever about the footballers involved.

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Rafael Van Der Vaart threw down the remote control to his massive hotel
room plasma tv and swore with rage. He could not get this damn thing to
work, and he had tried everything. His rage was compounded by the fact that
his team, Holland, had just been knocked out of Euro 2008 by underdogs
Russia. Frustratedly, he picked up the phone and dialled room service,
hoping they could help ease his televisual angst.

A minute or so later, there was a knock at the door. "Pretty prompt",
thought the Dutch midfielder, as he made his way over to the door, dressed
only in tight fitting black boxer shorts. He opened the door and was
confronted by a young Austrian room attendant, possibly about twenty one
years old. "Nice", thought Rafael to himself, "I wouldn't mind a piece of
that!"

Rafael explained his predicament to the young man, who couldn't keep his
eyes off Rafael's tidy package. He felt his own cock twinge just looking at
the physique of the footballer, never mind getting a sneak preview of what
he had downstairs!

The young man leaned over the back of the television stand to investigate
the wiring; indeed he felt glad of the cover as his own cock was beginning
to make a sizeable tent in his hotel uniform. Just as he was stretching to
reach the culprit, an unplugged scart cable, Rafael made his
move. Approaching the hotel employee from behind, he pressed his now stiff
cock against the young man's tight arse, and reached his hand around and
squeezed at his now rigid penis. The young man let out a moan of pleasure,
and turned to face Rafael, who immediately shoved his tongue in his
friend's mouth before he had a chance to say anything.

Rafael pulled the worker back towards his bed, sat down on the edge, pulled
out his cock and motioned the young man to get to work. He obliged,
eagerly, working his mouth up and down Rafael's hard shaft, all the while
feeling his hot body with both hands. Somehow, (perhaps through practice)
Rafael had managed to pull down the young Austrian's trousers and began to
massage his willing cock with his feet. The sensation sent shudders of
pleasure through the Austrian, who gulped down the Dutchman's cock with
added gusto.

Just then, a key sounded in the door, and Rafael's room-mate, the Ajax
striker and Netherlands squad player Klaas-Jan Huntelaar entered the
room. "What the fuck is going on here then?" he cried as he saw the two men
in front of him in rhapsody.

The entry of Huntelaar was too much for the room attendant, who promptly
shot his load over the hairy legs of Van Der Vaart. He quickly gathered his
things and left, red-faced but elated over an experience he'd never forget.

Huntelaar closed the door behind the departing man and turned to face his
team mate, Van Der Vaart, who had risen from the bed and now stood facing
his younger compatriot. His cock was still rock hard, and rose proudly from
his hairy pubic area. Huntelaar noticed the cum of the now-departed young
Austrian running slowly through the hair on Van Der Vaart's muscled
legs. Without even realising it, the young Ajax striker had achieved a
massive erection, which fought against the loose shorts he had worn back
from the gym.

This was all the invitation the elder player needed. In one step, Van Der
Vaart drew close to Huntelaar and started wanking his cock through the
loose fabric of his shorts. His own cock touched the much taller
Huntelaar's thigh and sent shivers of pleasure through both men. Huntelaar
gently took Van Der Vaart's throbbing penis in his hand and began slowly
jerking it off.

The action soon led to the bed, when the younger Huntelaar took charge. He
carefully licked off the young Austrian's cum from his teammate's legs, and
dribbled it meticulously on Van Der Vaart's anus, and using it as a lube,
he slowly entered a finger, then two, the three, in order to prepare his
countryman's arse for the riding of its life.

Van der Vaart bit his teeth together with pleasure as Huntelaar entered him
from behind. The two men were now covered in sweat and their bodies seemed
as one as the strong, athletic Huntelaar slowly pounded his much smaller
bedfellow. Huntelaar had taken Van Der Vaart's still rock-hard cock in his
hand and jerked him off in rhythm to his own entry. It wasn't going to be
long before one of them came, judging by the loud groans emanating from
their glistening bodies.

Huntelaar pulled out of Rafael's tired ring and flipped over his teammate
so their gazes met. They shared a long, deep kiss as Huntelaar aligned
their stiff cocks together so he could take them both in his hand and wank
them to climax. Van der Vaart was in ecstacy, biting on Huntelaar's lip,
which the big Ajax striker loved. After what seemed like an age to their
aching cocks, the two men began to tense as spurt after spurt of hot, white
cum jerked out of their hard Dutch cocks. Van der Vaart greedily began
licking the cum off of Huntelaar's perfectly scupted body, then leaned in
for another long kiss in which Huntelaar was afforded the pleasure of
tasting his own cum.

Exhausted, the two men fell back in bed and settled in to a comfortable
cuddle. "Ah well," exclaimed Klaas-Jan "at least there's one silver lining
to being out of the competition- we get more time to do this!"