Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2012 18:48:29 +0000
From: ryanstories@yahoo.com
Subject: Euro 2012 ch 1

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Hugz, Ryan

So...only a few days after the Euro 2012 championship had started in Poland
and Ukraine, both countries had been kicked out of the competition. Poland
knew that they really should have held the lead and defeated Greece in
their opening game. If not, they would have gone through to play Germany,
and who knows how far they might have gotten. Ukraine however, failed their
nation even more dismally. Hopes and spirits were mighty high after their
heroic opening victory over Sweden, Ukraine coming from behind to win after
two fantastic goals from their veteran striker Andriy Shevchenko. That
victory over Sweden, stunning as it was, they could not build on that as
they lost to France and then to England aswell to finally be eliminated
from the tournament. So much was expected, and from none more than the
before mentioned Shevchenko, easily Ukraine's best ever footballer, and to
some extent, also one of the most sexiest footballers this country had ever
produced.

After the game with Ukraine, England captain Steven Gerrard sat in the
lockerroom after taking his shower, just revelling in the feeling of
qualifying for the Quarter Finals after failing to even make the tournament
in Austria/Switzerland 4 years before. His ripped chest heaved up and down,
knowing that France had lost out to Sweden, and that England would
therefore play Italy in the next round. He reached up and ran his fingers
through his soft ash brown hair, before standing up and getting
dressed. There was a function for the footballers to attend after the
match, in honour of Shevchenko deciding to retire from international
football after his last game for his country. Gerrard grabbed a glass of
champaigne and drained it before grabbing another one. He wanted to get
back to the hotelroom as soon as possible. He had put in a momentous shift
for England tonight and he was tired as fuck. He didn't really wanna attend
this freak show, but as captain of England he didn't really have a
choice. Pretty soon the speeches started and Gerrard decided to switch
off. His eyes were wandering around the room, and he saw all the fit, young
bodies of his fellow teammates. Yes, Steven Gerrard was a horny bloke at
that moment. He had not had any sort of sexual activity in 4 days, since he
and his roommate and fellow defender Phil Jones decided to fuck the cum out
of eachother. Gerrard's ass muscles clenched as he remembered Phil Jones's
young, 19 year old dick stretching his hole and eventually feeling the
teenager's warm white cum spilling into him rectum. Steven didn't need to
look downwards to know that he had a rock hard cock right at that
moment. His eyes cast over Jordan Henderson, the fucking beautiful little
fucker, with whom he already had some fun while he was injured in the
season. He remembered his cum spurting at the back of Henderson's throat as
the young footy player swallowed his cum, while he ran his fingers through
his hair. Gerrard rested his eyes on Wayne Rooney for a moment, knowing
what lied beneath those suit and tux that he was wearing. His shaved chest
on top of Gerrard, thrusting his fat 7 inch dick in and out of his well
used ass until he blasted his sperm into him. For sure, Steven Gerrard
needed SEX tonight!

Shevchenko on the other hand, knew that he would be flying home to Milan to
his wife that very same evening. He was horny himself, as he hadnt had any
sex since the tournament started. He made some small talk with his former
Chelsea teammates John Terry and Ashley Cole before saying good night to
everyone and heading back to his hotelroom to pack his bags. Just as he was
about to leave the function, he was approach by Oleg Bhlokin, the coach of
Ukraine.

"Andriy, wait! I know you're wanting to get home, but all the flights have
been cancelled due to the danger of the thunderstorms. Apparantly its too
much of a risk for any flights from any company to fly out of the Ukraine
tonight."

"You are not serious! Damn, I miss my wife and kids so much...okay I guess
I understand. Thanks Boss, I'll phone her right now" Andriy said before
storming off to his hotelroom. He was in such a hurry because he thought
his wife may be worried about him that he did simply not look where he was
going as he walked straight, smack bang into Steven Gerrard. Shevchenko was
walking at such a speed that both himself and Gerrard fell onto the floor.

"Shit mate, watch where you're going!" Steven said after he quickly jumped
up to his feet. He stretched out his hand and Andriy took hold of his as
Steven helped him up. Gerrard looked into the eyes of Andriy
Shevchenko...and not for the first time, he saw the beautiful older man up
close. At 35, Shevchenko had lost NONE of his georgous face, his body was
still athletic and Gerrard could see the little hairs that stood upwards
against his neck. Gerrard was already horny from checking out his teammates
the entire evening, and Shevchenko was no exception. Andriy pulled his hand
out of Steven's and thanked him before walking off. Steven stood there
stunned, for the first time in a while not knowing what to do next. He
fucking WANTED Shevchenko and he WANTED him right fucking now!! His 8 inch
monster was rock hard from looking at that beautiful man. Steven walked up
to his hotelroom, but before his entered he leaned his back against
wall. He always knew Shevchenko was hot but FUCK...but would he wanna do
anything with him? Gerrard knew he was hot, he had six pack abs and a
ripped chest to boot, but he was pretty sure Andriy wasn't gay or ever did
any stuff with another guy. Well...there was only one way to find
out...Steven thought before straighting himself and walking down to the
reception area. There was a young guy behind the desk talking onto the
phone. As he saw Steven appoaching, he said goodbye and placed it down.

"Evening mate, I was wondering if you could tell me the room number of Mr
Andriy Shevchenko?" Steven asked, already noticing the glimmer and
admiration in the eyes of the young man before him.

"I'm...I'm sorry Sir, but I cannot disclose that information. The
management was real strict about that. Steven expected this, but suspecting
this young man might be gay, he decided to chance it. He can always deny it
later on if it should backfire. He leaned over the desk and looked the
young guy straight in the eye.

"I understand that...but I think me and you could come to some kind of
agreement..."

The young man, even in his broken English, knew exactly what Steven Gerrard
meant. How many evening he had jerked off his small cock thinking about the
Liverpool captain. His face reddened by the second as Steven's face came
closer and closer. Steven smiled before he spoke again.

"I bet you wanna see me six pack, don't you?"

That was it. The young man stood up behind his desk and opened the office
door. Steven quickly followed and closed the door behind them, before he
took off his jacket. Steven then went on to unbutton his white collar shirt
that he was wearing, until inch by inch of his sexy athletic body was
showing to the young man. Slowly but surely the latter came closer to
Steven and nervously placed his right hand onto Gerrard's strong
stomach. He breathed in and allowed his hand to travel down Steven's pecks,
feeling the ridges and hard stomach muscles underneath. Steven leaned close
to the young man and whispered in his ear...

"Mr Shevchenko's room number please...?

"24 A" the young man blurted out as his hand travelled over Steven's
shoulders, feeling the hard flesh and the clean smell that was Steven
Gerrard. The latter got what he wanted from his prey, and he quickly shoved
the man's hands from his body, before dressing quickly and dashing out of
the office to the lift, and pushing the number 24. The first part was done,
now time to enjoy himself.

Andriy was just busying switching the channels on the television to the
highlights of the game from earlier tonight. He wanted to see of that ball
had indeed crossed the line before John Terry had cleared it. That would
have meant it was 1-1 and anything could have happened. Just as he threw
his body on top of the waterbed, he heard a faint knock on the
door. Weird...i didn't order room service, he thought. He wanted to ignore
it and focus of the game, but there was a second knock. Most irritated,
Andriy stood up, unlocked the door and pulled it open.

"Hey mate, fancy some company?" Steven asked, and entered without waiting
for an answer. Andriy turned around to look at Steven with confusion etched
on his georgeous face.

"Steven, what the hell are you doing here?" he asked, not bothering to
close the door behind him.

"Well I heard that all flights out of the Ukraine was cancelled, and that
means me and you are stuck me for tonight, so I thought me and you could
have a little...fun"

Andriy's eyes narrowed at the hearing of this. He had heard stories of
Steven Gerrard while he was living in England playing for Chelsea that he
didn't want to believe. He respected Steven too much as a footballer to
believe everything he heard, but...now this??

"What did you have in mind?" Andriy asked, this time lowering his voice
just a tad.

Steven walked over to Andriy. He looked him straight in the
eyes. Shevchenko gasped as Gerrard placed his hand on his clothed, flaccid
cock, over sensitive at not being used on over a week. Andriy took some
deep breaths before placing his hands on Gerrard's shoulders.

"Steven, please stop, please this is not right, my friend. We're both
married, we have kids, we...AHHH" Andriy was stopped mid sentence as Steven
leaned in and started kissing his neck softly. He never had done anything
with another guy before, but how could something so "wrong" see so right?
Gently he pushed Steven away.

"Im sorry, Steven. Im not gay. Please leave."

Steven walked backwards into the room and once more started to undress. It
took less time this because he hadn't bothered to fully button his shirt
after earlier with the young man. Andriy Shevchenko watched in awe as the
chest of Steven Gerrard came into full view. Now Andriy was not gay, but he
sure as hell respected Gerrard's body. Good Lord, it was perfect. 6
scuplted pecks placed over his stomach, with just the lightest of body hair
dashed over those muscles. Andriy didn't quite know what had hit him.

"No one needs to know Andriy," Steven said in his sexy Scouser accent. "Its
just two friends helping eachother out. Nothing more. I wanna see that hot
body of yours. I wanna feel your pulsating cock in my ass. I wanna see the
look on your face when you cum in me. Come on, Shevchenko. It won't kill
you."

As if in a dream, Andriy saw Steven coming closer to him again, this time
grabbing his shirt and started to unbutton it one by one. When he came to
the last button, he allowed it loose, and ever so slowly, he opened the
shirt. Steven moaned slightly seeing the still ripped stomach of Andriy
Shevchenko standing before him. He leaned downwards with his head and
kissed the Ukrainian's neck. Finally there was a responce from the Dynamo
Kiev star, as he mumbled something in his own language before pulling
Steven's head to his own. Without so much as a warning, Andriy smashed his
lips onto the latter's. Steven was shocked that this supposedly straight
footballer was kissing the living crap out of him, but fuckin hell, he
wasn't about to complain. He deepend the already desperate kiss when he
reached up and ran his hands over Andriy's upper back and shoulders, and by
doing so, completely removing the latter's shirt. Andriy had never before
in all his years of fucking women, felt so horny and so needy to devour
what was in front of him. Feeling his own ripped chest against the equally
build chest of Steven Gerrard nearly drove him over the edge. There was
just something else about knowing it was another bloke, that made it so
forbidden, but more exciting.  It was Steven who released Andriy, caressing
his georgeous face. The passion and lust for eachother had taken over, as
Andriy's wife was the last thing on his mind right now.

Steven pushed Andriy over to the bed, and pushed him down violently,
leaving the bed to bounce under Shevchenko's weight. He took the time to
once more take in the wanktastic image of Andriy Shevchenko, shirtless on
the bed, his pecs and smooth stomach showing off better. But Steven though,
had other ideas. He reached down with both his hands and placed them on the
waistband of Shevchenko's trousers. He felt the older man shudder a bit,
and therefore leaned over his body for yet another kiss, this time pushing
his tongue, asking, demanding entry into Andriy's mouth, who in turn,
allowed him to do so. Andriy gasped when he felt Steven's warm hands
caressing his body all the way from his trousers to his upper chest,
feeling the strong, sexy, muscled ridges one more time. Steven then
reluctantly pulled away, and gently reached for the buckle of Andriy's
belt, loosening it before pulling the zipper down completely, and removing
the trousers. Seeing Shevchenko lying before him with just his Calvin Klein
boxers on almost made Gerrard cum and fast. He swallowed before reaching
for the waistband once more and slippled those tight boxers off.

It was indeed a rare sight to behold. Andriy's rock as fuck hard dick was
pointing straight towards the sky, with a slight curve to the right. It was
a beauty of a male organ, as Steven quickly estimated a size of about 7.5
inches.

"You know what to do, my friend."

That was the first words spoken by Shevchenko since the kiss at the
door. While the latter held his cock into position, Steven Gerrard quickly
took off his own trousers and underwear, leaving his 8 inch cock dangling
ever so dangerous in the air and in anticipation. Soon Gerrard couldn't
stand the sexual tension any longer and his leaned down onto the bed,
placing his entire naked body on top of Shevchenko's. He was breathless as
Andriy this time pulled him into another rough and manly kiss, forcing his
tongue deep into the England captain's mouth. Wanting more, Gerrard pulled
away, as he dived onto Andriy's nipples, taking careful turns with each of
them, lightly sucking on them both, eventually leading to biting on the
nipple as he continued to pleasure the Ukrainian captain, who in turn ran
his hands through Steven's soft hair, letting him know he was greatful for
what he was doing. Steven, inch by inch was making love with Andriy's abs,
his sides, his flesh, fuck everywhere he could lick and taste more of the
sexy Shevchenko's skin. That was until he felt something hard, needy and
warm poking his own stomach. Gerrard made himself confortable on his knees
infront of Shevchenko, admiring the impressive prick before him. Gerrard
dived onto Andriy's hard cock, starting at the base and slowly making his
way upwards to the head, tracing the the lines of the thick veins as he
went along. His tongue then began to lap at the pre cum that was positively
pouring from the cock and allowed his tongue to brush over Shevchenko's
bulbous cockhead, so much so that the older man thrusted his body upwards
and his cock straight down Gerrard's throat! Not that he minded LOL. He
buried his face in the thick bush of pubic hair before he allowed his mouth
to travel back up Andriy's throbbing dick. His lips and tongue were
travelling all over the cock, kissing, licking and swallowing any juices
that he was given.

"Fuck Steven, why are you so good at this? This must be so wrong!"
Shevchenko moaned as his prick was being caressed and pleasured like never
before. Steven took Andriy's dick to the hilt for the final time and held
it in his very stretched throat, applying suction ever so slowly upwards as
Shevchenko screamed his lungs out at this motion. Andriy felt his body
stiffen and his sperm filled balls drawed up close to his groin. Gerrard,
sencing this, took the cock out of his mouth and started to jack
Shevchenko's dick off at a furious pace. It was futile trying to hang on. A
fountain of cum spurted from Andriy's dick and into Gerrard's face. He dove
onto the pouring cock sucking what was left for Andriy to give. While
Steven sucked all that fresh protein goodness, he caressed Shevchenko's
sexy stomach, calming his down. Gerrard, once he had swallowed every
precious droplet, took his mouth off Andriy's cock, allowing the red organ
to fall across Shevchenko lower stomach, with its owner breathing in and
out at a vicious pace. Steven wiped the excess sperm on his face off and
reached down to give his own 8 incher a toss or two before coating the hard
organ with Shevchenko's babymakers. He then stood up, holding his thick
prick ready infront of him.

"You ready for this, Andriy? You're ready for my prick to fuck you hard?"
Steven asked, his ripped chest heaving in anticipation of fucking this
beautiful man. Shevchenko didn't even have the strength to object to being
fucked for the very first time. He was way over that. He simply couldn't
stop himself, he wanted to feel that Steven's dick would feel like in his
ass. He nodded slowly and Gerrard smiled. The latter placed his cockhead to
Andriy's hole. It surprisingly gave way very easy with limited resistance,
and without meaning to, he slammed his 8 incher into the older man.

"Holy fuck!" Andriy screamed, his entire body feeling like it was on
fire. Steven Gerrard leaned over, feeling sorry for Andriy, and held his
head still, placing his lips on the older man's but unlike the previous
kiss, it was passionate and tender. Gerrard remembered how fucking sore his
ass was after David Beckham fucked him for the first time, so he knew what
Andriy was going through. He caressed Shevchenko's short, sweaty hair as
they kissed, and even though the latter's ass still strung like a real
motherfucker, it was getting better with each thrust Gerrard gave
him. Gerrard felt his cock sliding around the Ukranian's tightish ass, as
he moved his dick gently in and out of the warm canal. He began thrusting
hard and big movements of his hips, leaving his ripped sick ack abs
throroughly exposed and clear for Shevchenko to see. It was indeed a treat,
the sweat dripping off that beautiful Gerrard body. All to soon Gerrard
felt the tingling in his balls and started fucking Andriy even faster, the
sweat dripping from his hair and onto Andriy's chest. Gerrard leaned down
and licked his own sweat off Shevchenko, not stopping there, as he licked
his way upwards to the older man's neck, making sure that he left a hickey
that would remind Andriy of this night. Andriy grabbed Gerrard's back and
pulled it even more towards him, and Gerrard found himself balls deep into
Shevchenko. His hips thrusted and pushed into his lover more and more until
Gerrard whispered in Andriy's ear...

"Im gonna fucking cum, mate."

Shevchenko moaned, grabbed Steven's short hair and held on like his life
depended on it. Gerrard gave a few final thusts before he closed his eyes
and buried his face into Shevchenko's neck as he fired his thick, white,
Scouser sperm into the ass of his lover. Shevchenko held Gerrard's hair to
his chest, kissing the younger man over and over until it was all
over. Gerrard simply collapsed his body onto Shevchenko's, suddenly feeling
cold all over. Gently, Shevchenko pulled his body from Gerrard's, in the
process pulling Steven's leaking dick from his well used ass. He pulled the
duvet from the bed over both of them as before he felt Steven's arms
hugging him from behind, feeling Steven's hands wander all over his chest
and lower abdomen. Andriy placed his head on the pillow and not within 30
seconds, they both fell asleep, utterly spent and exhausted.


THANKS FOR READING!! I wanna do at least a couple more stories about
players at the Euro 2012 tournament. Please mail me with players you wanna
read about! Just send me a e-mail at ryanstories@yahoo.com I always make
sure that I reply to each and every one I get!

Ryan White