Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2006 01:29:27 -0600
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: Golden Balls Part One

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athletes/celebrities involved. Any situations and incidents are purely
fictional and in no way reflect actual events. The writer also holds no
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Golden Balls

Part One

Madrid Spain;

	David Beckham was relaxing pool side on a chaise lounge.  Victoria and
the boys were out shopping or something, David really wasn't sure and
didn't care.  Since he'd returned from the States, he'd been confused and
frustrated by the state of things with his life and his marriage.  He
smiled as he thought of Troy Aikman and instantly threw a boner.  He was
wearing a pair of black skimpy speedoes and his hard cock stretched the
material obscenely.  Hell!  He'd fucked around with dudes in the past.
Michael Owen and Harry Kewel had ridden his cock on numerous occasions
but he'd never......Troy was different.
	David picked up the cell phone resting on the table at the side of the
chaise and dialed up one of the security guards near the front gate.  He
could always jerk off but presently he needed something more.
	"Hello Mr. Beckham," a deep voice carried over the phone.
	"Ian," David shifted in his seat.  "I'm outside by the pool and need
your assistance."
	There was a pause before the voice replied.  "Yes Mr. Beckham, I'll be
there presently."
	Beckham switched off the phone and smiled.  He'd hired the new guard Ian
shortly after his return from the States.  The man was large of frame
with heavy muscles, much like an American football star...much like Troy.
 The first time he'd instructed the guard to 'assist' him, the man was
reluctant.  He'd given the usual excuses; that he was no poofter, that he
was happily married.  However the moment he'd seen the actual salary
Beckham was paying him in hand, Ian came around.  Money often did bring
out things such as that.
	David was startled by the ring of his cell and frowned at it in his
hand.  If Ian was demurring......
	"Hello," Beckham greeted crispy.
	"David," a voice replied.
	Beckham recognized the voice instantly.  "Troy," his cock surged.
"What's up my friend."
	"Hey man," Aikman paused a moment, "I've been invited to London for some
conference on American football and I was thinking that I'd like
to....get together again."
	David grinned.  "Sounds excellent.  I've been thinking about you a lot."
 Beckham revealed.
	"Yeah," Troy chuckled. "I've been thinking a lot about that tight Brit
butt," Aikman confided in a low voice.
	"Mmm Hmmm," David nodded, squirming in the chair as he rubbed his
straining crotch with his free hand.  "Its ready for a another ride,
mate."
	"Good," Aikman offered warmly.  "Listen," Troy said seriously, "I've got
to run but I'll phone you later with more precise details."
	"Sounds great," Beckham said.
	"Great," Troy replied enthusiastically, "later bro'."
	"Cheers mate."  Beckham switched off the phone and placed it back on the
table.  Fantastic!  He was going to get his arse drilled by Aikman again!
 Beckham blinked in recognition as he noticed Ian walking toward him.
The security guard was blonde like Aikman and nearly the same height.
The width of the man's shoulders was about the same as Aikman's but the
man's cock.......
	Ian deftly unzipped his uniform trousers and pulled out his 9 inch cock.
 It was semi-erect and he stroked it only once and it was at full mast.
David watched him closely as Ian straddled the end of the chaise
obediently and moved up the length until his cock head was very nearly
touching Beckham's lips.
	"You're learning, mate," David complimented the silent guard.  "You're
learning," David thrust the tip of his tongue out between his full lips
and licked the head of the guard's shaft.  "Nice," David demurred, as he
poked the tip of his tongue against the piss slit.
	The guard silently and obediently crossed his muscular arms across his
chest and inched forward.  Beckham opened his mouth and let the hot shaft
slide between his lips.  He sucked hard around the shaft and the guard's
throat muscles convulsed in the only noticeable response to the lip lock
sliding down the length of his shaft.  Beckham snorted and convulsed his
throat muscles as he took the entire length, nose rubbing against the
guard's musky pubes.  Beckham held the entire shaft length deep in his
throat and suckled and licked the pulsing flesh with his tongue.  He
lifted a hand and pulled the guard's large balls completely free from the
slacks and rolled them gently in the palm of his hand.  The guard's eye
lids fluttered.  Beckham slid the shaft a bit from his mouth and just as
quickly engulfed it back down.  He sucked harder and the guard rocked
forward a bit on his toes.  Beckham slid the man shaft back out until
just the man's cock head was in his mouth.  The shaft glistened with
saliva in the bright Spanish sunlight.  Beckham licked the cock head,
paying special attention to the underside before running the tip of his
tongue across the piss slit.  He tasted pre cum and suckled in pleasure.

	The guard remained silent as Beckham moved his hands around his hips up
to cup his hard muscular arse.  He pulled the guard closer and the shaft
slid home, hitting the back of Beckham's throat.  He sucked and slurped
loudly over the throbbing shaft.  He snorted loudly and tried to pull the
guard closer and deeper down his throat.  He gurgled in pleasure.  The
guard's thigh muscles strained and tensed.
	"I'm gonna shoot, Mr. Beckham," the man uttered lowly.
	David sucked harder in response.  He felt the shaft pulse and jerk
against his lips and tongue.  The guard gritted his teeth and rocked
forward a bit more.  Cum rushed from the man's cock head filling
Beckham's hungry mouth.  David gulped it readily, his Adam's apple
bobbing up and down as the man spoog was swallowed down his throat. The
guard contorted his face and bit his lower lip as the cum was forced from
his cock.  He understood enough to keep his cock buried down his
employer's throat until the last drops spilled forth.
	Beckham swallowed nearly all except for a drop that ran down his chin.
He licked the cock clean and pulled it sloppily from his mouth.  The
guard stepped back and quietly pushed his spent cock back inside his
slacks.  As the guard was zipping up, Beckham lifted a hand and wiped his
chin.  "Thanks mate."  He smiled in approval.
	The guard nodded and moved away from the chaise.  As he turned to return
to his post, Beckham reached out and grasped the sunglasses setting on
the table near the cell phone.  He lifted them and placed them across his
face.  Closing his eyes in contentment, his thoughts drifted to Aikman
and the things he was going to do to the American's cock.


Los Angeles California;

	Nick Lachey was irritated that he was reduced to making rounds such as
this.  He'd just made an appearance on the WWE with a bunch of fake
wrestlers.  He rolled his eyes.  He wasn't sure how he was going to
survive without Jess's money.  His own recording career was on permanent
hiatus and despite the final of their show 'the Newlyweds,' Jess was
still going strong.  Damn!  He didn't want to be a pussy and ask for
alimony but....
	"Hey!"
	Nick looked up just as his body collided with a much larger form.
	John Cena frowned at Lachey.  "Watch the hell where you're going!"
	Nick lifted his arms in a calming effect, "sorry dude."  He twisted his
full pouty lips, "my mind was elsewhere."
	Cena nodded his head with a snort and a laugh, "no doubt wondering how
you let a hot piece of ass like Jess slip through your fingers."
	"Yeah," Nick grumbled, "something like that."
	Cena surveyed the former boi band member in sympathy.  Since his
marriage to Jessica Simpson, he was nothing more than a modern day Sonny
Bono.  "Hey bro', sorry."  He said sympathetically.
	Nick frowned and blinked in confusion.  "Hey man, it isn't like you
think."
	"Sure bro', sure," Cena said unconvincingly.  Cena was showered and
smartly dressed for a night out on the town.  He hesitated.  "You seem
really down dude.  How about coming back to my dressing room and joining
me for a quick drink and we can talk about it."
	"I don't know," Lachey hesitated.
	"I've got some brews in the fridge' and," Cena added, "I'm a good
listener."
	Nick had nothing better to do.  He didn't have an appearance until
tomorrow with Leeza Gibbons on Extra.  He snorted in disgust; from the
top of the charts to doing tabloid TV shows.  "Sure man," he brightened.
	"Come on," Cena turned and made his way back down the hall of the studio
with Lachey in tow.  Cena led Lachey to a comfortable dressing room with
a plush couch and chair.
	"Have a seat," Cena instructed as he walked to a small fridge' unit and
pulled out two bottles of beer.  He walked back to Lachey and handed him
one.
	"Thanks," Lachey was a bit intimidated when Cena sprawled out next to
him on the couch versus taking a seat in the matching chair.  Cena's
large form insured that with his large muscular legs stretched out that
his thigh would rub Lachey's.
	Cena took a sip from his bottle.  "Nice," he appreciated.
	Nick nodded and lifted his bottle to his lips.  At that moment Cena
shifted a bit and his foot brushed Nick's.  Lachey gulped the beer down.
	"So," Cena offered up, "what's the real story with you and Jess?"
	Nick frowned, "the real story?"
	"Yeah man," Cena grinned, "she not giving it up enough?"  Cena nudged
Lachey with his elbow playfully.
	"Nah," Nick shook his head.  "No problem there."
	Cena nodded and turned his head a bit to survey Lachey's profile and
full length.  "I can believe that."  Cena took another quick sip of his
beer.  "Pretty great bod, bro'."
	"Not as big as yours," scoffed Lachey, uncertain where the conversation
was leading.
	"Played football in school," Cena admitted.
	"No shit," Nick marveled, "me too.  I still try to keep the weigh work
up."
	Cena reached over and squeezed Lachey's arm closest to him, "been doing
a pretty good job bro'.  I keep it up as well, you know, the job and
all."
	"Well, you're in peak form."  Nick chuckled, "even Jess thought you
looked pretty good."
	"Yeah," Cena queried.
	"Yeah man," Lachey chuckled again, "I would have been a bit jealous if I
didn't have this," Lachey reached down and cupped the bulge in his pants,
"to satisfy her."
	Cena followed the movement of Lachey's hand and zeroed in on his crotch.
 It did appear pretty impressive.  "All right bro'!"  Cena winked,
"course, I can't complain with what I carry around, either."  Cena
lowered his free hand to his own crotch and rubbed it.  For some strange
reason the conversation was turning the wrestler on.
	Nick looked but quickly averted his gaze.  "Yeah, I guess we're a couple
of studs," Lachey lamented.
	"So why the hell are we aren't we gettin' any?"  Cena twisted his lips.
His hands were itchin' to feel up Lachey's hard muscular body.
	"Who the fuck knows?"  Lachey asked uncomfortably.  Was the wrestler
coming on to him?  Cena; queer?  Not a big muscular jock like that.  He'd
messed around with queers in college, and truth be told, he'd fucked
around with his younger brother Drew.  Fags were usually pretty wimpy.
Drew....he and Drew messed around cause he was the big bro' and Drew had
a hot bubble butt.  They were brother's making each other feel good.
They weren't gay or anything.
	"Pretty damn sad," Cena bemoaned, "and frustrating."  He took another
sip of his beer.  His mind was working in over drive.  Did he really want
to fuck around with another dude?  How the hell could he even approach
the subject?  Was Nick up for two jocks messing around?  Would Lachey use
the info to hurt his career?
	"No shit," Nick equally bemoaned, "I've had my chance with a fair share
of hot babes but was too afraid to do anything.  Jess might use it
against me in the divorce."  Nick took a sip of beer.  "Shit, I'm pretty
much left to jerkin' it."
	Cena's boner was straining in his slacks.  He needed to do something to
relieve his churning balls.  "Been there, done that," Cena admitted,
"still do."
	"Yeah," Nick nodded.  His cock was getting hard.  But he'd never messed
around with another jock before.  "I'm over do with it," Lachey confessed
without thought.
	"Yeah," Cena placed his beer bottle on the small coffee table before the
couch.  His foot grazed Lachey's foot again.  "Same here."  He tried to
keep his voice in a nonchalant tone, "what say we do something about it?"
	"What?"  Nick blinked in surprise but his heart was racing and he was
gripping the bottle tightly.  "Stroke here, now.....together?"
	"Dude," Cena appealed as logically as possible.  "We're two frustrated
straight dudes."  He shrugged, "didn't you ever jerk it with a buddy in
school?"
	"Yeah," Nick said carefully.
	Cena looked at Lachey's crotch and clearly saw the outline of the other
man's boner through his slacks.  "Looks like you could use it."
	Nick looked down at his boner and looked over to Cena's obvious boner.
"I guess we both could."  Nick's throat was dry and he swallowed
nervously.  "S....sure. Fuck it," he became more confidant.  "Why the
hell not.  Let's go for it."
	Cena smiled broadly, "alright!"  Cena lifted his hips as he unzipped his
slacks and pulled them down over his hard muscular butt.  He wasn't
wearing any boxers or briefs so his hard 10 inch boner sprang free.  He
sat back down and began stroking his thick cock as he watched Lachey.
	Lachey colored in embarrassment but completely stood and unzipped his
own slacks.  Cena avidly watched as Lachey slid them down over his
equally hard muscular butt, down further around his thick thighs and
calves until they pooled on the floor.  Lachey had nothing on underneath
as well.   Lachey's cock was about the same length as Cena's but not as
thick.
	Cena admired Lachey's lower body.  "Nice piece," he congratulated.
	"Yeah," Lachey blushed again but sat back down next to Cena.  "Not bad
yourself."  Nick began stroking his cock but couldn't help steal glances
at Cena's cock.
	Cena spread his legs wider and stroked several moments in silence.  He
wanted to get his hands on Lachey's cock.  He spoke suddenly, "want to
stroke each other?"
	Nick gulped again.  "S...sure."
	"Go for it," Cena encouraged as he lifted his hand from his own cock and
firmly grasped Lachey's.  It was hot, smooth and hard as hell.
	Lachey moved his hand from his cock and moved it to Cena's.  His hand
was shaking as he tentatively touched Cena's shaft.  It pulsed in his
grip.  Tentatively he began mimicking Cena's wrist action.
	"Yeahhhhhh," Cena stroked Nick's cock faster.  "Feels good."
	"Uh hunh," Nick agreed, marveling at the smooth hot flesh in his hand.
Lachey moved his hands up along Cena's shaft and rubbed his palm over the
cock head.  Cena shivered.
	"Damn!"  Cena marveled in a deep breath.  "You've got a great grip."
	Lachey curled his toes as the warm stimulation of Cena's large hand
against his own throbbing shaft.  "Mmmm," Nick nodded.
	Both men threw their heads back and closed their eyes as they stroked
the other's cock.  Nick had never done this with his brother before.
Drew usually just blew him and allowed Nick to fuck his tight butt.  But
this......Cena's mind was wandering to some of his WWE athletes; the
Rock, Shawn Michaels, Test.  Cena suddenly wanted to know about their hot
bods and cocks.
	Nick opened his eyes and gazed at the cock he was stroking.  When he
rubbed the bulbous head he felt a trickle of pre cum.  He gazed at the
cock intently, following the large vein that pulsed along the length.
Drew had sucked cock pretty shamelessly.  Drew really knew how to do it.
Jess couldn't suck cock worth shit.  But Drew...maybe a dude knew better
than anyone how to please...........Nick bent forward and turned in his
seat a bit.  Cena opened his eyes at Lachey's movement on the couch and
watched in fascination as Nick thrust his tongue tip between his lips and
licked Cena's cock head.  Nick tasted the pre cum.  It was pretty
inoffensive.  The cock head felt smooth and spongy against his lips.  He
licked lower on the shaft along the vein running the length.  It was
equally smooth and hot.
	Cena released his grip on Nick's cock and leaned back, spreading his
legs wider.  Nick moved off and down between Cena's legs and licked back
up the shaft.  He lifted a hand and touched Cena's low hanging balls.  He
gently rolled them in his palm and then licked back down the cock and
licked the balls.  They were smooth like the rest of Cena's magnificent
body.  Nick moved closer and Cena's hot shaft rubbed his cheek as he
licked the balls more.  Cena spelled musky and sexy.  Nick lifted his
head back a bit and gripped Cena's cock at the base.  He gazed at the
throbbing member.
	Cena watched him as he opened his mouth and took the cock head between
his lips.  Nick's mouth was hot and wet.  Lachey sucked and worked his
lips down Cena's shaft.  "Yeahhhhh," Cena encouraged, "suck my cock bro'.
 Suck it."  He hissed.
	Nick liked the way the warm firm shaft felt between his lips.  He ran
his tongue along the length and wound it around the thick circumference.
He moved his hand from the base and forced himself down the entire
length.  He snorted uncomfortably a moment but fought to control his
breath and gag reflex.  If Drew could suck cock, he sure as well could!
He snorted again with a bit more control.  While allowing his throat to
grow accustomed to the shaft, he gazed up at Cena.  Cena grinned and
winked down at him.  Nick stretched his lips wide and rubbed his nose
against Cena's nearly smooth pelvis.  The cock tasted fucking fantastic.
Why he hadn't tried this earlier, with Drew, he couldn't say but....Nick
pulled his mouth up from the shaft until just the cock head was in his
mouth.  He swiped at the leaking piss slit with his tongue and then just
as deftly swallowed Cena's entire length again.  He began to repeat the
motion sliding the shaft up and down between his lips.  Cena bucked his
hips in response.
	"Oh yeahhhhhhh," Cena growled.  "Take it all the way down!"
	Nick's own cock was rock hard and was dripping nearly as much pre cum as
Cena.  He jerked it with his free hand while sucking Cena's cock
hungrily.  He slurped loudly on the meaty shaft.
	Cena noted Nick's hand motion below his legs and smiled.  "Looks like
you could use a hand."
	"Mnmph," Nick gurgled.
	"Wait a minute," Cena pulled his cock from between Nick's lips.  Nick
frowned.  "I've got an idea."
	Cena moved around so that he was resting on his back along the length of
the sofa.  His head rested on one one of the arm rests.  Nick scooted on
the floor back to Cena's cock.
	"No dude," Cena instructed, "climb up on top of me."
	Nick stood and was about to climb over the end of the sofa where Cena's
ankles and feet rested.
	"The other way," Cena explained.  "I want to taste you cock."
	Nick nodded and climbed up over Cena so that his cock was poised at
Cena's face.  Nick lowered and resumed sucking on Cena's shaft while Cena
thrust his tongue out and licked on Lachey's cock head.  The pre cum was
smeared all over his tongue.  He swallowed it and licked some more,
working from the head up the shaft.  Cena lifted his arms and firmly
grasped Lachey's round hard glutes and pulled Nick's entire shaft length
down his throat.  He snorted in initial inexperience as Lachey had but
quickly mastered controlling his throat reflexes.  Nick's shaft pulsed
against Cena's tongue and he licked it avidly.
	Soon the room was filled with the loud slurps and gurgles of the two
studs as they worked over each other's cock with their lips and tongue.
Nick sucked harder on Cena's cock and Cena followed suite.  The shaft was
velvety hot and Cena thought of the fellow WWE athletes he was eager to
suck off.  Cena squeezed on Nick's butt cheeks and bucked his hips upward
to force his own cock deeper down Lachey's hungry mouth.
	The men's balls were churning.  Each expected a heavy load and was eager
to take the other's load down their throat.  Cena shot first, wincing his
face a bit as his cock jerked between Lachey's lips and his balls
pinched.  Lachey gurgled on the heavy load that awashed his mouth.  He
tried to swallow all of it but Cena's cock continued to pump and pump so
some of the spoog ran down his chin.  Nevertheless he swallowed and
licked until Cena's cock emptied.
	Cena sucked loudly and Nick tensed and released his own load.  Cena
choked a moment on the gush of spoog but quickly gulped and snorted
through his nose catching his breath.  He pulled Lachey's butt down and
the rest of Lachey's spoog his ran directly down his throat.  He
swallowed greedily, digging his fingers into the fleshy globes of
Lachey's cheeks.
	"Mnmph," Lachey suckled Cena's cock dry while his own cock forced out
ropes of cum down Cena's throat.
	"Umnph," Cena's Adam's apple moved rapidly as he swallowed all of
Lachey's spoog.  Cena swallowed it until the last drops were forced from
Lachey's piss slit.  Despite being spent, Cena continued to nurse on
Lachey's cock, rubbing Nick's butt cheeks appreciatively.
	Nick allowed Cena's spit coated cock to slip from his lips and rested
his head against Cena's muscular calve, gasping for breath.  He chuckled
and licked the last drops of Cena's cum from his lips.
	"Dude," Nick rasped breathlessly, "that was fuckin' hot!"
	"Hmm, Mmmm," Cena articulated around Lachey's cock.
	"Ugh," Nick mumbled awkwardly.  He didn't want his next words to sound
faggy.  "You free later....to come over and chill?"  He added quickly.
"Have a few more brews and...maybe watch a game?"
	Cena nodded his head as best as possible but he was reluctant to let go
of Lachey's cock.
	"Great bro'," Lachey rubbed his cheek against Cena's calve, "great."

to be continued..........