Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2013 15:32:50 -0500
From: Oliver St. Croix <oliverstcroix@gmail.com>
Subject: "I Spy" 'David Beckham'

					I Spy
				    David Beckham


"Everyone's looking at it, Becks. Fantasizing." The dark man purred. "I bet
some people are even touching themselves while they look at it. I know I
did. The minute I saw it on my mobile, I ran to the bathroom to tug on my
cock. I shot such a hot load thinking about it, Becks. It was everywhere. I
had to throw away a brand new pair of shorts."

David Beckham was moments away from the start of a press conference at
Beijing's Worker's Stadium–part of his first public event as a "global
ambassador" for football– when his phone rang a familiar number: his
secret lover. Beckham excused himself and ducked into an empty corridor to
take the phone call, careful to just listen to the filth spouting from his
paramour's lips.

Photos had been circulating around the web from his appearance earlier that
day, featuring Beckham in his new Thom Browne suit that had been tailored
for a perfect fit. One side effect was the suit proved to be the ideal
showcase for Beckham's well-developed ass. In an instant, photos of his
backside had gone viral, racking up thousands of tweets, hits, and notes on
tumblr. Beckham was used to the attention, but it was also nice to know he
still had fans.

His lover, on the other hand, found himself consumed with an odd mix of
jealousy and delight. So many people lusting after what was his: David
Beckham's perfect ass. It pained him, of course, that their affair had to
be so clandestine, but such was the cost of international athletic fame.

"I can't wait to tear you open, Becks. I'm not going to touch myself until
Thursday. I'm saving it all for you. Do you want it? Do you want my juice
inside your tight hole?"

An assistant was waving the British footballer down, the event was
starting.

"Uh, yes, Thursday still works best for me. That plan sounds right."
Beckham responded, trying his best to sound normal.

"Say it, Becks. Say you want my nut juice inside your tight hole." The man
on the phone responded.

The assistant was joined by another, each flagging Beckham down with a
panicked look.

Beckham turned and whispered into his phone, "I'm going to drain those fat
nuts, mate. You better be ready to fucking drown this arse." With that,
Beckham shoved his phone back into his pocket and went on to dazzle the
Chinese press assembled to see him.

The rest of his tour was uneventful but Beckham felt positively electrified
throughout, energized by the fucking that was in his near future. It had
been weeks since he had a proper dicking, and his hole kept twitching every
time he thought about his mediterranean lover.

On Thursday, Beckham traveled to Berlin to promote his H&M bodywear
line. He could barely contain his excitement (or erection) for what was in
store for him. He greeted thousands of fans, smiling and taking photos, all
the while thinking about cock. Cock in his mouth. Cock in his
ass. Cock. Cock. Cock. He needed it.

As the day wound down and Beckham prepared to depart, the remaining crowd
erupted in applause, someone important had entered the store. A grin
overcame Beckham's face when he saw who it was: his old friend, Cristiano
Ronaldo.

Ronaldo made his way to Beckham's stage area, joining Beckham for a quick
photo shoot. Tantalizing the audience, Ronaldo lifted his shirt to not only
reveal his hard abs, but that he was wearing David Beckham bodywear. Again
the crowd erupted in applause. Ronaldo leaned in to whisper in Beckham's
ear, "Try not to get too hard, Becks. You'll be tearing these clothes off
me soon enough."

Beckham just smiled in response, trying to heed his lover's words and not
allow his cock to get too hard. He had been already gotten half hard seeing
Ronaldo walk in, he couldn't give himself away in front of all these
people. The two shook hands and exchanged a friendly hug before parting,
Ronaldo stealing a quick grope of Beck's ass as he slid his hotel key card
into Beck's back pocket.

The event wrapped up quickly afterwards and Beckham rushed to the hotel
where Ronaldo was waiting for him. Becks slid the key card into the lock
and took a deep breath. Everything he wanted was on the other side of the
door.

Cristiano Ronaldo was seated on an overstuffed armchair, naked except a
pair of black briefs around his hips, the front band tucked neatly under
his throbbing balls, his tan shaft in hand. David knew exactly what to do;
closing the door behind him, Beckham stripped down to his own briefs and
fell to his knees in front of the younger man.

Beckham looked up at his lover and smiled. Cristiano was beautiful, rock
hard from head to toe as if hand-sculpted from a gorgeous piece of tanned
stone. Becks took Ronaldo's cock in his hand and guided it into his eager
mouth. Cristiano's head fell back, eyes shut, as he enjoyed Becks' warm
throat.

David was in ecstasy, he had been dreaming of Cristiano's eight inch cock,
literally waking up wet every morning. And now that it was all his to play
with, he felt like a child at Christmas. He slurped up and down on the
Portuguese meat, taking the length effortlessly, his gag reflex long
gone. Beckham rested his hands on Cristiano's abs, groping the hard muscle.

Cristiano whimpered in pleasure, no one could work his cock like
Becks. After a few minutes of oral play, Cristiano slid out of Beckham's
mouth and grunted, "Show me that ass Becks."

Beckham stepped out of his briefs and turned around, proudly showing off
the ass that had set off a thousand bloggers.

"Fucking beautiful." Cristiano muttered. He stood and motioned for Becks to
kneel on the chair.

Cristiano rubbed his rigid member in between Beckham's meaty orbs. This was
heaven, right here in front of him. The world's most lusted after ass,
spread open for his delight. Cristiano took a moment to feel it, admire the
fleshy piece of art before. He ran his hands up from Beckham's thick thighs
and palmed either side of the hefty bottom.

"C'mon, Cris." Becks growled, his voice hot with impatience, as he pushed
his ass back on the Portuguese cock he so desperately craved.

But Cristiano wanted to play some more. Who knew how long it would be
before the two football studs would rendezvous next; Cris wanted to bathe
in this moment

The darker man crouched down and brought himself eye-level with the most
incredible sight known to man. His hands still palming Becks' cheeks,
Cristiano dove tongue first into the crack, lapping eagerly at the British
hole. Beckham squirmed above him, wriggling in pleasure. Cristiano slid his
tongue inside Beckham's pinched hole, his lips suctioned tightly against
the pink entrance. The Portuguese star made out with Beckham's asshole,
driving the latter man almost to orgasm,

"I need that fucking cock man, I need it inside me." Beckham begged.

Cristiano removed his tongue and spit at Becks' eager hole. He kissed each
cheek and ran to his bag to grab lube. Ronaldo applied the gel and leaned
forward, his slick cock at Beckham's entrance, to whisper in the bottom's
ear: "Everyone in the world wants this ass, Becks. And it's all mine."

Beckham squealed as Cris pushed himself inside, his fat cock stretching the
English hole, setting it on fire. David's cock was fully rigid and
obscenely leaking pre-cum. Becks couldn't remember the last time he was
filled with such unbridled happiness.

Cris pumped steadily inside Beckham, not wanting to set himself off too
soon. But it was hard to hold back, the sight of Becks' toned ass devouring
his dark prick almost too much to handle. David, meanwhile, shouted every
thought that popped into his head.

"Such a big cock. Fuck yeah, man. Fill me up. I fucking need it. Fuck
yeah. It's so fucking good. So fucking good."

Cristiano picked up the speed, his hands tightly gripping Becks' sweaty
waist, his balls thumping loudly against Beck's body. He responded to
Becks' dirty talk with his own.

"The tightest ass. So fucking tight and so fucking hot. This ass is
perfect, Becks. You're perfect."

Cristiano was now thrashing wildly against Beckham, his fat cock pulsing
inside the tight chute. After five days of not cumming, Ronaldo knew he
wouldn't last too long. But he wanted to give Becks the best fuck
possible. He slowed slightly, allowing his leaking head to rub against
Becks' prostate, but Beckham was having none of that. Gripping the chair,
Beckham pushed his ass back on Cristiano as fast as possible, fucking
himself on Ronaldo's prick.

"I'm not going to last Becks, this ass is too fucking prime." Cristiano was
whimpering, on the edge of climax.

Beckham tightened his hole as hard as he could, setting his lover off.

"Oh fuck!" Cris roared, "I'm-"

Before he could finish the thought, Cristiano's cock was bursting inside
Beckham, firing shot after shot of his warm load inside his pale lover. The
men roared loudly, Beckham's cock shooting underneath them, coating the
chair in his thick cream. Ronaldo stayed inside Beckham, his chest heaving
from the orgasm. He kissed Beck's back and then nibbled on his ear,
whispering, "This ass is mine, Becks. The whole word can lust, but it's
mine."

"You're fucking right it is." David replied simply.

The two moved to the bed and fell asleep in each other's embrace, enjoying
the moment, not knowing when another like it would come along.

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