Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2003 22:19:46 +0000 (GMT)
From: Owens Legs <owens_sweaty_shorts@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Fucked up by England Stud

This story is a work of fiction involving the
Liverpool and England footballer Michael Owen.
It is only a work of fiction and implies nothing about
the true sexual orientation or morality of Michael
Owen, and in addition implies nothing about the
Liverpool football club its employees and agents.

The usual warnings apply to this story, please do not
read it if explicit sexual acts between of ages males
offends you or if it is illegal in your country to
read such stories for whatever reason.

The following story contains elements of bondage,
water sports, and humiliation; DO NOT read on if this
isn't your thing.

I'd always been a thief I guess; my earliest memory is
stealing my brother?s ice cream and then telling my
Mum he'd dropped it! Of course as a thief, I did time
in various youth jails were I leant two things, how to
be a better thief and that I liked men. I'd never
found the right man outside of prison but this changed
when I decided to rob the Liverpool changing room,
turning my 27 years on its head, and turning me into
a.......... well more of that later!

I knew that there'd be loads of quality gear to nick,
these young footie players earned so much money they
didn't know what to do with it, platinum credit cards,
top name Swiss watches, jewellery it'd all be waiting
for a likely lad like me to lift!

Getting into the Liverpool training ground proved
ridiculously easy, a track suit nicked from the club
shop (well I wasn't going to buy one, was I!), a flash
motor hot-wired in the town centre and the old boy on
the gates waved me through, if he even saw me.

Parking the car I has a quick look round, yep loads of
top range cars, I was in the right place. Walking
round the corner, I could see the players in the
distance playing a game, watching I saw Michael Owen,
Liverpool and England's number one striker, smack in a
trade mark goal, my cock twitched in my trackie
bottoms, I love to do to him what he'd done to Germany
a few years before, total fuck him! But back to the
matter in hand, I thought and slipped through the
door.

Only a few of the lights were on but there was enough
light for my needs. I wandered down the corridor
almost on tiptoes breathing as quietly as possible,
but the place was quiet, the loudest noise was the
lights humming above me. This was too easy!

It took me a little while but I found the changing
rooms,

"Yes," I muttered, "fucking yes."

My guess had been right; if the clothes were anything
to go by, I'd hit the jackpot! I pushed shut the door
to the changing room behind me and started to rifle
the clothes, trouser and jacket pockets, training
bags. Each player had his own peg so I knew exactly
who I was ripping off! As always, when nicking stuff
the adrenaline was getting me horny, and as I reached
the last peg, my cock was rock hard and straining in
my boxer shorts. I gave it a quick rub through the
cloth of the tracksuit bottoms, enjoying the feel and
it's heat, later I thought, later I'd wank myself
silly once I got home. All this fled from my mind when
I saw it was Michael Owen's peg! My horniness got the
better of me.

Putting down my bag I slowly searched his jacket
pocket, and then moved onto his trousers; as I picked
them up his underwear fell onto the floor. White
fitted jockey shorts! My number one turn on! I felt my
cock some how get even harder, I had to do something
about it, I could hardly walk.

I listened out but everything was still quiet, in the
distance I could make out the noise of the game, cool.
I picked up his pants and sniffed them

"Ummmm," I moaned, the hot smell of a man.

I sat down on the bench, easing down my tracksuit
bottoms and boxers, releasing my cock into the cool
air of the changing room, my foreskin peeling back
smearing pre-cum over the purple cock-head. Raising
Owens pants to my nose I began wanking my six inches
urgently, left-handed of course imaging the England
stud sucking on my cock as I breathed in his smell. I
pushed my tee shirt over my head and tweaked my
nipples before continuing to toss myself silly.

I guess I got carried away stroking on my cock and
imaging Owen deep-throating me and drinking my cum. My
head was thrown back, my eyes closed as I milked my
bell-end spreading more and more pre-cum, making a
quite obscene slapping noise as I reached a climax.
Certainly I didn't hear the changing room door being
pushed open, and then closed but not locked, as I was
to discover later, didn't hear the footsteps as
someone approached me.

My balls tightened up against my body as I began to
wank even harder, I felt my cum begin to fill my balls
and cock, then great wads of spunk shot out and
splattered across my chest and Owens' pants and
finally hit my forehead and started to slide down my
face.

"Boy, you are in so much trouble!"

My eyes sprang open and I let the pants slip to the
floor where they landed in a sticky pile, my cum
drying on them. My rock hard cock shrivelled to
nothing, the cum on my face slid towards my mouth,
raising my hand I went to wipe it away.

"Leave it!"

My hand froze then slowly fell back down. My mind
started working again. I knew I was in trouble the man
in front of me was him, Michael Owen and he'd just
caught me smelling his underwear and wanking myself
daft! I'd need to do some quick talking to get my way
out of this.

"Er, look mate I'll just be going. No harm done hey?"

I went to stand up, to tidy myself away, before I got
half way up however Owen had closed the gap between us
and slammed me back onto the bench.

"Sit down and it's Sir to you not 'mate'. You got that
bitch?" With this he slapped the side of my head.

Stunned by this turn around I said nothing.

"I said, 'you got that bitch', fucking answer me!"

"Yeah I got it"

"Yeah what you cocksucker?"

I paused he didn't really expect me to call him 'Sir',
did he?

"OK wanker either we do this my way or I call security
now!"

Shit, this I didn't need, I decided to play along, and
besides I noticed Owen seemed to be getting a stiffy
under his shorts. Surely not?!

"Yes Sir!" I heard myself saying.

"That's better" A smile playing across the boy studs
face.

I began to drink in the vision in front of me; he'd
taken off his boots, that's why I'd not heard him come
in. His football socks hung crumpled off his calves, I
followed those oh so hot legs up to this massive
thighs where the bottom of a pair of cycle shorts
peaked out beneath his tight shiny red shorts, which I
was sure were beginning to tent out.

I carried on up his body, showed off under the red
training top he was wearing.

"Like what you see" he sneered.

Without thinking I whispered "Oh yes!"

He gave out a nasty laugh.

"I bet you do, bitch! Your cock told me as much, never
mind your tongue hanging out of your mouth. What a
loser"

The sweat from his training session was making his
short hair damp and dripping down off his face and
landing on the floor. His dark brown eyes were filled
with dangerous humour.

"So the little fag likes the smell of my pants does
he?" "Likes the smell of a real man in his face does
he?"

I said nothing mesmerised by the sweat still dripping
off this stud, I could smell the hot man sweat from
where I was sitting, my balls churning at the hope I'd
be getting some of this boy's arse before much longer.

"Ok fag I want you naked and on your knees."


I decided to let my desires take over and I quickly
pulled off my clothes and dropped onto my knees. I
wasn't in this stud-muffins class but I worked out
regularly and wasn't in too bad a shape.

"Didn't take you long bitch; guess you like doing what
you're told! Well you better 'cos by the time I'm
through with you you ain't going to be able to walk
for a week"

Somehow, I didn't doubt it!

"Ok loser over here now!"

I started to get up.

"NO!" he shouted "on your knees, cunt"

Realising my mistake and shuffled forward until his by
now bulging crotch was a couple of feet away from my
face. I drank in the smell of a fit young man fresh
off the training ground, I was in heaven.

"Yeah that's right smell your fate"

I was so close I could see the blond hairs on his legs
glistening with his sweat, feel the heat from his cock
and balls on my face.

I looked up at this god who held my fate in his hand
and swallowed hard. I wanted this so bad!

"You want this don't ya?" he said gripping his dick
and moving it under his shorts. "Well you're going ta
get it"

"First though your going to strip me, and you ain't
going to use your hands"

I glanced at him again, not believing what was
happening, still time to worry later, I knew what I
wanted...........

I bent forward and slowly pulled down his right sock,
sliding it down his oh so perfect calf, the hairs
spring back up, slick with this boy Gods sweat.

I got it as low as possible but I?d have to ask this
boy?, master? to help me out here.

"Sir, I can't get the sock off any further, please can
you lift you right leg?"

"What a fag, you really are getting off on this, look
at you cock, it dripping everywhere!"

I looked down at my dick, I'd never seen it so hard,
every pulse of heart pushed more pre (or should that
be post?!) cum out of my piss slit, a small puddle had
formed on the tiles of the floor.

"Don't worry bitch, you'll be cleaning that up soon!"

Saying this Owen raised his right leg.

"Well, get on with it then!"

I reached forward again and slowly tugged at the toes
of the sock, soaked in his sweat as it was it still
tasted like honey to me. I managed to pull the sock
off but it wasn't easy going.

"Hey fag, your mouth is sure getting a work out, wait
till you get my cock down your throat, bitch you ain't
goin to be able to breathe!"

I shuffled over and repeated the performance on this
left sock, his calf almost as perfect as the right,
the taste just as good.

I looked up at this man again, only three bits of
nylon/latex between me and the hottest body in
England.

"Tell you what fag, I'm getting bored here, I'll give
you a helping hand?

On saying this he raised his arms and slowly pulled
off his top, throwing it onto the bench.

His perfect torso was there to see, he'd certainly
been working out, his pecs were standing proud, his
nipples erect, and no hair to be seen anywhere. His
pits, damp from the workout demanding the tongue of an
obedient slave.

"OK cunt, enough of this, get my shorts off with that
fag mouth of yours"

I needed no second telling, I knelt up and got top of
his shorts in my mouth, smelling the hot cock and
balls within, the smell of sex and sweat. I got the
shorts as far down as I could, feeling the hardness of
the boy wonders cock as my mouth passed over that most
beautiful part of a man, it was huge! Well I thought,
no surprise there, this God had it all so why not a
massive cock! A good 9 inches, rock hard, thick, with
a very hot bell end, it was the baby's arm holding a
cricket ball I'd always dreamed of!

A smack on the back of my head, told me to get things,
moving, getting the shorts as low as I could at the
front, noticing as I did the large damp patch in the
cycle shorts, I scootered round to the back and pulled
them lower as well.

The damp patch was bigger at the back, not pre-cum
this time but boy sweat! Owen stepped out of his
shorts, then pushed his arse back into my face, the
sweat stained cycle shorts smearing my lips and tongue
with this football Gods taste.

I let out a moan of pure animal lust!!

"Fuck, what a bitch, getting off on my sweaty
arsehole!!" His contempt was making me even hotter!!

The smell of pure man suddenly got stronger, he'd
pulled down his cycle shorts at the back and my tongue
at last was lapping at his arse.

"You want it bitch, you've got it" Grabbing behind
himself he pulled me further into his arse, the taste
driving me insane! Licking deeper into this boy,
tasting the man and his sweat, licking the hairs in
his arse, reaching deeper in and getting to his ring,
darting my tongue deeper and deeper into this
ambrosia.

Owen let out his own moan and releasing my head pulled
open his legs, letting me get in deeper, my tongue
pushing open his ring, swiftly fucking his arse with
my tongue.

Owen stepped forward and off balance I fell onto my
face, my cock smacking onto the ground erupted out a
stream of cum, shooting up under my chin.

"What a bitch you are boy, cumming after licking my
arse"

He looked down on me, his cock still caught up in the
front of his cycle shorts, the damp patch spreading.

"You better get ready for the next
course................"

Part 2 to follow, please let me know what you think,
etc, do you want more?!