Date: Mon, 2 Oct 2006 12:18:00 -0500
From: nickwhatever@juno.com
Subject: Golden Balls Part Three

DISCLAIMER: The writer in no way questions the actual sexuality of the
athletes/celebrities involved. Any situations and incidents are purely
fictional and in no way reflect actual events. The writer also holds no
license agreement to the following actors, teams, organizations and/or
movies that may be mentioned. All persons and films are a copy write
and/or are the property of the people, organizations and films
themselves. The author in no way holds or maintains any rights to films,
athletes and actors.

Part Three
Somewhere over the English Channel;

	Inside the cramped confines of the airliner's men's room, the two
athletes barely had room to stand, let alone fuck, but Henson was
determined.  He was kneeling on the toilet seat, his torso pressed
against the cabin wall.  He'd undone his denims and pushed them down off
of his muscular arse.  Beckham switched on the occupation sign and noted
Henson's black silk boxers.  The contours of the younger man's arse
clearly were outlined in the flimsy material.
	Beckham moved a hand across the cheeks, "nice, Gav."  He complimented.
	"Nicer up inside," he assured.
	Beckham silently pushed the elastic band of the boxers down over
Henson's arse exposing two perfectly rounded hard muscular glutes.
Beckham pushed down the elastic band of his track suite and his hard cock
sprung free.  Spitting in the palm of one hand, he smeared the spittle
along his pulsing shaft.  Henson reached around and pulled at his cheeks,
exposing his tight pink hole.
	"Pretty little rugby pussy," Beckham hissed at the pulsing bud.  "Let's
give it what it wants."  Beckham nudged his cock head along Henson's arse
crack, his hands grasping each of Henson's glutes.  "Let's break this
virginnnnnnnnnnn."  Beckham thrust hard all at once filling Henson's
tight chute completely.
	"Oomph," Henson gasped, pressing the flat of his hands against the cabin
wall.
	"Un hunh," Beckham ground his hips against Henson bubble butt as he
buried his entire shaft in the hungry chute.  Henson gritted his teeth at
the fullness of Beckham's cock buried deep in his arse.  It was a bit
uncomfortable but certainly not unpleasant.  I sure as shite felt better
than a bloody damn dildo.  Damn; Henson wondered.  What the hell had he
been missing?  "Come on mate," Henson urged gingerly twisting his butt
and pressing against Beckham's pelvis and hips.
	"Comfy, Gav?" Beckman held still within Henson's arse, knowing the
athlete needed to get accustomed to the shaft despite the pretty toy
boy's eagerness.  He patted the tensed muscular glutes.  "Show me how you
can work that pretty little arse," he urged as he at last pulled a bit
from Henson's quivering hole and rammed it home again.
	Henson panted and tried to concentrate on working his rectum muscles.
He was doing a good job because Beckman grinned at the sensation that
Henson's butt was trying to suck up his cock.  "That's it pretty boy,"
Beckham encouraged.
	Beckham pulled and thrust forward harder.  Henson's body shook so he
pressed harder against the wall.  Beckham's ball rocked like pendulums,
knocking Henson's own low hanging balls.  Beckham dug his fingers into
the flesh of Henson's hips and hauled the athlete closer.
	"Ughh," Henson grunted as Beckham increased the intensity of his
thrusts.  Beckham's fingers burned at his hips but ignored the minor
discomfort in favor of the thrusting fullness invading his rump.  It felt
so good.  "Oooooo," he purred.
	"Un hunh," Beckham thrust faster and deeper, "you love it," he grinned
working the muscles of his hips like a jack hammer.  He thrust forcefully
and Henson's head banged against the wall.
	Henson pushed back to Beckham's thrusts.  He pressed his perspiring
forehead against the wall.  Beckham humped harder and Henson twisted his
hips and rubbed his rectum walls tightly around Beckham's pulsing shaft.
The forward thrusts stretched his hole to the hole.  Henson puffed
rhythmically.
	"Fuck it Becks," Henson panted.
	"Yeah mate?"  Beckham drilled and pummeled the virgin chute.  "Nice and
tight," Beckham tilted his head and watched his thick shaft stretch and
then disappear in the hot slick hole.  A drop of perspiration dripped
from his nose and splattered along the base of Henson's spine.  The only
sound that filled the tiny men's room was the smacking of muscular hips
slapping white creamy bubbly glutes.  Each time Henson constricted his
muscles around Beckham's burrowing shaft, his arse cheeks dimpled.
	"So hotttttt," Beckham panted as he worked his hips harder.  His cock
was pulsing at full mast against Henson's sucking slick walls.
	"Fuck me Becksssssss," Henson gritted between clenched teeth.  "Fuck my
arse!"
	"Yeah!"  Beckham knocked harder.  The two men panted and groaned.

	Listening outside of the door, Wayne Rooney over heard everything.  His
cock was rock hard just listening to Becks assault Henson's arse.  He had
to get into the game!  As if on cue, Beckham's gyrating arse nudged the
lock and it released.  The door flew open to reveal the beautiful sight
of Becks thrusting contorting arse.
	Rooney looked around quickly, yanked his hard pulsing cock from his
trackies and quickly stepped forward.  He slammed the door behind him and
latched the lock.  Becks briefly glanced back and then continued to pound
Henson's ravaged ring.
	Rooney rubbed his cock and quickly lowered to his haunches to work on
Becks' beautiful bubble butt with his mouth and tongue.  He lapped
against the pulsing ring and jerked his cock between his legs.  Becks
pushed his arse back and released a whoosh of air from his sexy mouth as
Rooney forced his tongue between the puckered lips.  He pushed his face
closer burrowing his nose against Becks' musky cleave.  The tongue was
sucked deeper by Beckham's constricting rectum muscles.  Rooney lapped
hungrily and didn't mind Becks butt cheeks rubbing against his own as
Becks gyrating hips help Rooney's tongue snake deeper.  Rooney jerked his
cock harder.
	Henson gasped and groaned as Beckham's shaft seemed to be ripping him
over.  He absently banged his hands against the wall as the cock pulsed
against his stretched ring and muscles.  His breathing was rapid.  He
twisted his arse.  Beckham's trimmed pubes tickled his arse.
Perspiration sprayed with each slap of Becks hips against Henson's arse
cheeks and hips.  The men were coated in sweat.  A sweat well worked up
by Beck's hot hard fuck.
	Unexpectedly, Rooney stood and thrust his cock deep in Becks twisting
hole.  Becks growled and pumped Henson harder in response.  He worked
Rooney's cock massaging the shaft with his quivering rectum walls.
Rooney rocked in rhythm with Becks thrusts, the men a well worked
machine, fucking and fucking.  Rooney's strawberry blonde pubes scraped
against Becks bubble butt as he ground his hips and burrowed his cock to
the hilt.  Becks was accommodating working Henson's arse with his cock
and Rooney's cock with his hot molten chute.
	Rooney held on to Becks' hips and the daisy chain worked like a rapid
fire locomotive.  The athletes used their beautiful well earned muscles
in physical ecstasy.  The three men panted.  Rooney rested his head
against Becks wet back sideways, listening to his heavy breathing and
rapid heart beat.  Rooney worked his hips while Becks worked his muscles
around his shaft.  Henson winced and tried to keep up clinging to Beck's
cock.
	Henson shot first, his cock gripped between his hips and aimed at the
floor.  The cock head expanded and ropes of cum rained downward as he
gasped and tensed.  Becks pumped harder, his cock rubbing Henson's
prostate forcing more of Henson's cum with rapid fire.  Becks curled his
tones and gritted his teeth and burrowed deeply.  Henson felt Beckham's
cock spasm and jerk.  The rush of warm spoog suddenly filled him like a
tidal way.  His cock expanded with each pumped wave of seed.  He threw
his head back and dug his fingers deeper in Henson's hips as his balls
emptied completely in Henson's flooded sloppy hole.  Rivulets of spoog
were running down Henson's arse cheeks and the back of his thighs.
Rooney bent his knees against Becks and wrapped his arms around the
football stud's waist as his body spasmed and his cock jerked and erupted
full force up the hot chute.  The cum was a warm wave of full-feeling
pleasure for Beckham as Rooney filled him to the hilt.  Rooney had never
shot so much in his life and Becks rectum muscles seemed to twist and
milk his cock empty.
	When the last waves escaped Rooney, Beckham pulled from Henson's ravaged
hole with a slosh and turned around between the two other men.  He pushed
his butt toward Henson while pushing Rooney by the should down toward the
floor.  "Gav," he instructed authoritatively, "you suck my arse clean.
And Rooney," he grinned, "you're going to suck my cock clean."
	Henson and Rooney kneeled compliantly and set to work.


Miami, Florida.

	Troy Aikman was in Florida on business and had decided to meet with John
Haritan, the college football star.  He figured Haritan would appreciate
the meeting and any sort of support or advice or connections.  More
importantly Troy remembered Haritan's picture spread for Abercrombie and
Finch.  Aikman ran his hand across the boner straining on his pants at
the thought of the hot pictures.
	In the hotel lobby below, Haritan was just arriving for the meeting.  It
was incredible that a major legend like Aikman had offered to meet him.
He was nervous as hell.  Particularly because he thought Aikman was hot
as hell and was afraid that his possible boner, while sitting next to the
NFL star would embarrass him.  Haritan fucked around with dudes but kept
it on low profile for his team as well as his contract with Abercrombie
and Fitch.  He wished like hell that he could fuck around with the sexy
Aikman.  He entered the hotel elevator with a lamented sigh.

Los Angeles;

	Nick Lachey was psyched as hell.  He'd gotten an invitation to meet two
of his favorite football players, Brett Favre and Peyton Manning.  Lachey
was a major football fan, even playing in college before his music career
taking off.  Manning and Favre were in tinsel town on some fund raising
event and Lachey was on his way up to their hotel room.
	When the elevator stopped and opened on the suite floor, Lachey walked
briskly to the designated room.  He knocked once; but no answer.  After a
second unanswered knock, he tried the handle.  It was unlocked so he
entered the suite.  He smiled confidently eager to see his football
heroes.
	"Hell......." Lachey stopped in his tracks.  Manning and Favre were
sprawled atop the bed naked, sucking each other off.  And by the way they
were going at it, they were familiar with cock and loved it.
	Manning was on his back and had his hands splayed on Favre's hard
muscular glutes as he pulled the quarterback's hips low and gulped around
Favre's hard shaft sliding deeper in his mouth.  He gurgled and a drop of
spittle rolled from the corner of his mouth down his handsome cheek.  He
sucked harder moving his lips reverently along the thick pulsing shaft.
	Favre was on hands and knees above Manning with his head between the
other football jock's thick massive legs.  His lips were stretched around
Manning's nuts, slobbering on them and rolling them with his tongue from
cheek to cheek with hungrily gazing at Manning's hard purple veined cock
standing at full mast.  He was running his hand low between Manning's
hard butt cheeks and was fingering his buddy's puckered hole with a large
masculine digit.
	Lachey gazed in awe at the sexual spectacle and was rock hard.  Quickly
he shucked his slacks and hauled out his own boner.  He grinned and walk
to the bed; might as well join in the party.
	Manning happened to notice Lachey stepping closer and reached out to
grasp the muscular singer's hard cock.  He drew Lachey closer above his
head.  Lachey leaned over a bit at the end of the bed while Manning
stretched his lips wider.  Lachey shoved the head of his cock in
Manning's full mouth, rubbing against Favre's pulsing cock.  Manning
managed to swallow a few more inches of Lachey until his mouth was
stretch to the max.  He ran his tongue around both cocks and slurped
greedily, double teaming the two luscious cocks.
	Lachey straddled over Manning's head to make it easier for the
quarterback stud and zeroed in on Favre's butt.  The football stud's
pucker was winking at him, teasing him and Lachey leaned forward and
licked at the musky hole.  He kissed it and slipped his tongue between
his lips and between Favre's tight lips.  He twisted his head from side
to side and slid his tongue deeper.
	"Mnph," Favvre gurgled in appreciation still suckling on Manning's
balls.  Spittle was rolling down the side of his chin.  He thrust his
finger deeper up Manning's chute.
	"Omnph," Manning lapped around Favre's and Lachey's cocks.
	Lachey counted his luck as Manning's tongue wound around his thick
veiny shaft.  And the night was only beginning.

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