Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 17:35:11 +0100
From: Liam Robbins <funwithfootballers@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fun with Footballers - Chapter 3: On Call (Jack Wilshere)

Chapter 3: On Call (Jack Wilshere)

This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about
their private lives.

A note from the author: In my opinion, there aren't enough sexy, smutty
stories about all the hot famous footballers in the world. That's why I
have decided to write this. You might notice that I write this story, and
any other chapters, in the first person perspective, and without giving the
main character a name. This is just in case any of you naughty readers
fancy putting yourself in the place of the main character (which of course,
you do!). I try to keep the stories short and full of filth because that's
what I know you want, but still keep it detailed enough for you I
hope. Enjoy! Please email me at funwithfootballers@hotmail.com with any
comments or suggestions of things you would like to see. If I like the
sound of any ideas and they end up in a chapter, I will give the person who
suggested it a mention.

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My last encounter with Luke Shaw and Jack Wilshere seems like a dream. An
entire week passes without hearing anything from them. Every time I look at
my phone I expect to see a message reading something like `Come over to my
place. I want you" or "I want you to get me naked and make me cum." Not
only is it agonising not getting a message, it's agonising not knowing who
the message will be from. Will it be Luke? Or Jack? Or someone else who
either of them has passed my number to?

Eight days after our last encounter, I finally get a message. It reads:
`I'm so hard. My place. Now.' And gave an address. It is a good thing I'm
not in the middle of anything important, I think to myself. Not that it
would have mattered actually, I would drop pretty much anything for this.

I get to the address as soon as possible. It's a massive house. The
electric gate is already open and I walk up to the door. I knock and Jack
Wilshere answers. He is wearing blue shorts, showing off his smooth,
muscular legs, and an Arsenal training shirt.

"Hey," he says, looking me up and down. "Come in." He holds the door open
for me, just enough for me to slip by, brushing past him on the way in.

He shuts the door behind me and shows me into the living room.

"We have the place all to ourselves." He says.

Jack walks up behind me and wraps his arms around me, pulling my tight to
him. My ass presses into his groin, and I can feel that he is already semi
hard. I push my ass back more into his groin and grind a little, getting
him closer to full hardness. Jack slips his hands up inside my shirt and
then slides them down my abs, into my pants and under my boxers. His
fingers find my cock, and he starts to rub me. It doesn't take much until
he has me solid has a rock already.

"Mmmm, I missed you." He says. "Get naked for me." He whispers filthily
into my ear, giving my neck a teasing kiss.

Jack takes his hands out of my pants and takes a seat on the sofa, grabbing
his bulge and rubbing it. Meanwhile, I slip off my shoes and socks, and
slowly lift up my shirt, revealing my smooth body. I throw the shirt aside,
and then strut over to Jack. I turn around giving him a look at my ass,
then sit down on his lap. He takes his hand off his bulge, and I restart
the grinding.

"Oh, Jack, you're so hard." I moan softly, teasing him, as I reach down and
undo my jeans. Jack helps me to push them down so I am sat on him only
wearing tight black boxers. I feel Jack's hands exploring my body, then
slide round my front and back inside my boxers. As I grind on Jack, my hips
thrust up, slowly pumping my cock in Jack's hand.

"Fuck, you're such a dirty little slut." Jack says in amazement.

I tuck my fingers under the waistband of my boxers, and push them down,
kicking them off. Jack lets go of my cock and pushes me off him. I sit on
the sofa as he stands up and pulls off his shirt. I grin as I see his
amazing, smooth, toned body. Knowing that I worship his body, he rubs his
left hand over his pecs and down his abs. He grabs his bulge and looks at
me intensely.

"You want this?" He asks. "You want my dick?" He asks again in his hot
London accent.

"Show it to me Jack, I want it so much." I beg.

"Yeah? You really want it?." Jack says, I nod quickly in reply. "You know
what I'm going to do? I'm going to feed you my cock, then I'm gonna make
you moan for me when I fuck you." He grins naughtily. "You want that?"

"Oh fuck yes, Jack, I want that so bad." I plead to him, rubbing my own
cock as I sit on the sofa.

"Come and get it." Jack says.

I sit forward and grab his hips, pulling him towards me. I kiss his abs,
tracing my tongue around each muscle, as I pull down his shorts and
boxers. His 8 inches of hard cock springs up. I take his cock head in my
mouth straight away and slide my lips down on his cock further. I grab his
smooth balls and suck on his cock quickly and hungrily.

Jack moans, looking down at me. "Aaaah, fuck, yes! That's good. Suck my
cock."

He puts both his hands at the back of my head and pushes me down on his
cock. I gag a little as his cock hits my throat, but I resist the urge to
pull off, wanting to impress him. When my nose is pressed against his
shaved pubes, he runs his hand through my hair, grabbing it and holding my
head steady. He pulls his cock right out of my mouth so his head is
brushing on my lips. He watches me as I take a few deep breaths and then
quickly slides his length back into my open mouth. I wrap my lips around
his cock, licking at it while it's in my mouth. His cock hits the back of
my throat again, and he pulls it out.

"Your mouth is so good." Jack groans as he slides inside once again.

He starts to slip his cock in and out quicker, pounding my mouth with his
cock. I keep fighting the urge to gag, and try my best to swallow all the
precum that oozes out of his length. He keeps pumping and moaning, until
his pulls his cock out and slaps it on my face, leaving some precum behind.

"Get on the sofa." He orders. I obey.

I lie on my back, my ass overhanging the edge of the sofa, as he gets down
on his knees. He pushes my legs apart and reaches a hand in between my
legs. He looks me in the eyes, smiling as he traces his index finger along
the line of my ass crack. His finger stops at my hole. He starts to circle
his fingertip around my hole, teasing the sensitive skin around it. Little
moans and whimpers escape from my mouth. He slips the fingertip inside my
tight ass. I twitch a little when I feel his finger pop inside. With his
other hand, he starts to jack my cock. He pushes his finger inside a little
more, then starts to remove it, and pushes it in again.

"That's good, huh?" He asks, seeing me squirm as he pleasures my cock and
ass.

"Mmm, uh huh." I grunt in vague reply.

He does that devilish grin of his, and slides a second finger inside,
pumping at the same pace. I let out a small whimper as my ass
stretches. Jack leans in closer, slips his lips over my cockhead and starts
to suck my length. I let out a louder moan as his warm mouth moves up and
down on my cock, his tongue licking at my sensitive cock. He keeps sucking
and pumping his fingers in and out of me. I feel my ass beginning to loosen
as I relax, lost in this little world of pleasure. I can feel that I am
going to cum already.

"Oooh, Jack. You're gonna make me blow."

Jack look up at me, still sucking with determination, and as he pushes his
two fingers in even deeper into my hole, my cock shoots and shoots cum into
Jack's mouth. He pulls his fingers out of my ass, and grabs the base of my
cock with his hand and pushes out the last drops cum into his mouth without
swallowing. With me slumped on the sofa as limp as a ragdoll after my
intense orgasm, Jack removes my cock from his mouth, gives me a little wink
and lifts up my legs.

I help him out, lifting my legs up, showing him my ass. He slides one
finger back inside, then two again, opening me up once more. He spreads his
fingers as much as possible, widening my entrance. Then, he buries his face
in between my legs, his nose pressed against my perineum, and spits my cum
out of his mouth into my gaping hole, and stops it flowing back out with
his tongue.

I let out a long, deep moan, amazed at how expert Jack is. With my legs up,
I grab my cock and slowly rub it, a few last dribbles of jizz dripping out
onto my abs. I rest my head back on the sofa while Jack works my hole. He
is giving little moans of approval as he flicks his tongue on my hole. I
feel his warm tongue tracing circles around, then up and down, and pushing
inside one or twice.

Eventually, he gets up and stands over me.

"I think you're ready." He says, smiling.

I look at his cock. He has obviously been wanking himself while servicing
my ass because his cock is shining with precum. Jack uses a finger to wipe
up the spots of my cum that have dropped onto my abs and wipes it on his
cock. He spits onto his cock too and rubs it up and down his length so that
all 8 inches are glistening.

He grabs my legs, lowering them onto his shoulders and positions himself at
my hole. I can feel little drips of cum leaking out of my ass. Then I feel
the warm, wet head of Jack's cock pressed against the entrance. He grabs
his cock and rubs it up and down on my loosened hole. He moans, biting his
bottom lip, watching his cock teasing my ass. Then, with a little naughty
look at me, he pushes his head into my hole.

I let out a short gasp and his head slips past my ring of muscle.

"Fuck." Jack mutters to himself, watching his cock disappear inside me. He
pushes forward with his hips, his cock sliding inside a little further.

I grab a cushion in either hand, breathing heavily.

"Aah, Luke doesn't know what he's missing." Jack smiles, pushing into me
more.

He keeps pushing in stages until he is balls-deep inside me.

"Oh man." He moans. He looks around the floor, seeing his shorts. He uses a
foot to slide them over to him and skilfully grabs them in his toes and
brings them up to his hand. He rummages in the pocket, leaving me waiting
impatiently, wanting him to pound me. Out of one of the pockets, he pulls
his phone. He points it down at me, and takes a picture. He chuckles as he
examines the image.

"Nice." He grins. "Luke will be so jealous." He plays around on his
phone. I guess his must be sending the photo to Luke. He is about to throw
his phone down on the floor but he stops, and plays around with it
again. Did he just send that photo to someone else?

He grins privately to himself, tosses his phone to the ground. He looks
back at me, and winks.

"You ready?" He says.

He doesn't wait for an answer. He puts one hand on each of my knees that
are resting on his shoulders and grips them tightly. He retracts his cock
so slowly, sliding nearly all the way out, leaving just his head inside my
hole, his abs tense as he pushes back in. He does it again, a little
faster. Then once more. And he gets quicker and quicker. I am moaning
constantly underneath him as he fucks my ass. His upper body stays
still. His muscular thighs tense as he thrusts his hips forwards and
backwards, forwards and backwards.

"Your ass is so hot." Jack growls. "You love my cock don't you? You fucking
love it."

"Mmmmm, I fucking love it." I echo. "Give it to me, Jack."

Jack obliges. He pushes my legs up higher, holding them in place with his
arms. He leans over me, his face so close to mine. I wrap my arms around
his neck. He looks deeply into my eyes. I can see it in his face how
determined he is. I'm not just his toy - he wants to pleasure me better
than anyone else could. He keeps bucking his hips. His muscles flex as he
pounds me again and again. He pushes in as deep as possible from time to
time, holding himself deep inside me, before continuing to screw me.

"You've done this before." I say breathlessly.

"Yeah, but not as good as this." Jack replies gruffly, locking his lips to
mine.

As Jack starts to get closer to cumming, his fucking gets more animal. He
pounds faster, harder, more lustfully.

"I'm gonna cum in your ass." He states bluntly."

"Mmmm, do it." I moan.

He thrusts inside a few more times, then on the next thrust, he stays deep
inside me, his cock starting to spurt inside me. I tense my ass, gripping
his cock.

"Aaaaah, fuuuuck. Fuck, yes. Oh my God, come on. Fuck!" He yells, biting
his bottom lip as he shoots stream after stream inside me.

I feel my ass filling up with his hot cum until he done unloading. He lies
on top of me for a few moments, looking intensely into my eyes. He slowly
pulls out. I feel every inch sliding out of my ass. He flops onto the sofa,
very close on my right. Our legs brush against one another as we lie there
exhausted.

"That was pretty amazing." He says tiredly.

"Only pretty amazing?" I look at him, smiling.

He laughs, "Alright, it was fucking amazing."

Jack looks over my body, looking like he wants to take me all over
again. Instead, he says, "I've got to go. I've got training soon." He
stands up from the sofa, picks up my boxers, and wipes his cock on them. He
throws them to me.

"Here, a souvenir." He smiles, laughing as he walks out the room naked,
giving me a parting shot of his muscular back and ass.

END OF CHAPTER THREE

Please email me at funwithfootballers@hotmail.com with any comments or
suggestions of things you would like to see. If I like the sound of any
ideas and they end up in a chapter, I will give the person who suggested it
a mention.

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