Date: Tue, 24 Jan 2006 19:41:10 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve <spursman1000@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Joe Cole Suckfest 2: Extra Time

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

Extra Time

Ronaldo recoiled like he'd been shot and turned to face the door with
mounting horror. He'd always been a bit wary of Alan as he was known as a
bit of a hard nut -- in truth he was terrified of him and he couldn't have
thought of anything worse. "Nothing" he stuttered, "we're just trying to
sort things out after we got sent off, we were just about to get into the
shower." Joe sat looking defiant but saying nothing. "Just aving a chat eh?
So what's that on his cheek -- ice cream"? he laughed pointing at Joe.
"Fuck off" said Joe, it's not what it looks like" as he wiped his forearm
across his face.

Alan just stood for a minute and looked at the pair trying to look
disgusted but inside he couldn't believe his luck. He'd fancied Ronaldo
since he first came to the club but in the hetero atmosphere of Old
Trafford, couldn't think of a way of getting close to him, instead he'd
decided the best policy was to go the other way and he belittled him at
every opportunity, calling him a poof and criticising his play, accusing
him of being selfish and greedy with the ball. As a result he'd alienated
the young Portuguese player who thought him arrogant and nasty.

Now, in an instant things had changed, he'd come in and Ronaldo had been
licking his own cum off Joe Cole's face. He'd been on England duty with Joe
and although they'd played in the same team he didn't know him that
well. Apart that is, from his dreams; Joe was a regular wank fantasy and
although he'd suspected there might be something there, he had been scared
to pursue it. For all his swagger, Alan Smith could not handle his secret
getting out. This though was an opportunity he could not pass up, all fury
at his substitution disappeared as he stared at the two boys on the
bench. He knew that there was not long to go and if he was going to take
advantage of the situation, he would have to be quick. He glanced up at the
clock and calculated that he had around 15 mins at the most.

Christian and Joe just stared back at him waiting to see what he'd
do. "Please don't tell anyone Alan" Ronaldo begged, almost in tears. "Shut
up " he snapped and took a few steps into the changing room.  He peeled off
his shirt and tossed it onto the bench next to Christian, he maintained the
hard stare that he'd used as a very successful cover for so long. "I might
be able to help you" he said, "but I'm really pissed off, getting hauled
off in a game like this and find you two down here" his voice tailed
off. Joe suddenly nudged Christian and whispered "for someone who's pissed
off, part of him looks happy" and Ronaldo looked down to see the
unmistakeable shape of Alan's cock pushing out his shorts. Alan kicked off
his boots and stood there in front of them, then he put his thumbs in the
top of his shorts and started to ease them down.

"What are you doing?" Christian asked almost too scared to breathe, he
could hear his heart pounding and was sure the others could hear it
too. "If you want me to keep this little affair to myself, I want something
out of it" he gave a nasty laugh and continued to remove his shorts. "I
reckon we've got about 10 minutes for you two boys to work something
out. It's not often you get pulled off twice in half an hour." He laughed
again at his witty remark and his shorts finally hit the floor. Both
players sat mesmerised by this tough bloke standing in just his socks
pushed down to his ankles. His smooth chest glistening in sweat led down to
a firm stomach with a blond thatch of pubic hair. His light pink, 7"
circumcised cock bobbed about in front of them and below them his balls
were already pulling up to his crotch. Hands on his hips, his thighs and
legs scraped with mud, he looked both threatening and desirable at the same
time.

"Do you want me to spell it out boys -- come over here and suck my cock" he
spat the words out with all the force he could muster. There was no going
back now but if he could pretend he didn't really want it other than as a
punishment, he thought he might still be able to keep the upper hand. His
words had an amazing affect, both men sank to their knees and almost fought
to get his cock in their mouth. Joe won the initial skirmish and sank his
mouth down over his second prick of the afternoon.  Christian pushed him to
one side and managed to get his tongue into the left hand side of Alan's
crotch. Once again the smell of raw sweat caused him to catch his breath
and he knew now that his life at the club would never be the same
again. Joe pulled back and started to lick around the base of Alan's cock,
Christian lifted his head from his balls and joined in. They both swirled
their tongues around and up the shaft until they met at the swollen head,
the two tongues and Alan's cock joining and separating in a whirl of
lust. Above them Alan's breathing started to get very laboured, he couldn't
believe the spectacle in front of his eyes; two of the best looking
footballers on the planet were fighting over his cock, first Joe would get
it in his mouth and then Christian would take over.

Even with all the heady excitement, he was keeping one eye on the clock and
he knew he couldn't allow this to go on for much longer, the medical team
would soon be coming back down the tunnel to prepare the treatment table to
deal with the knocks the players had taken during the game. Although he
wanted desperately for it to carry on, he knew it had to finish. "Lean
back" he shouted as he took his cock in his hand. "You like spunk on your
face, have some of this!" With that he started stroking his rock hard and
pulsating prick, Joe and Christian were not going to miss this and started
once more to kiss deeply under the straining muscle. Alan knew he was close
and slowed his action, just squeezing the base, Joe and Christian moved
closer so they could lick the head as they deep tongued each other, they
knew it was near and this was the ultimate fantasy -- kissing a hot stud
whilst licking a hard cock that was now dripping pre-cum directly onto
them.

The two gladiators were kneeling in front of him as he slowly wanked over
them, heaven didn't begin to describe it. His whole body tensed as he felt
the surge of pleasure coursing through him, in seconds he was almost in
spasm as the first rope of cum flew out of his knob over the heads of the
two boys and landed on the floor, the next spurt was just as strong but Joe
had missed the first and he wasn't about to let that happen again, this one
hit him full on the cheek as he continued to kiss and lick Ronaldo. They
leaned in to catch the next shot and now the flow started to ease and they
hungrily licked around the head of Alan's cock as the spunk flowed out onto
their faces, into their mouths and over their hair. Their tongues locked in
a frenzy of licking and sucking, trying to get every drop of the white
liquid splattering their bodies, lips and mouths and spunk combined as
their tongues swapped cum taken from the body and face of the
other. Gradually the urgency faded and Joe opened his eyes and looked at
Ronaldo, his jet black hair was plastered with sweat and he was panting
with pleasure.  A drop of Alan's cum still clung to his mouth and Joe moved
his head forwards and gently ran his tongue along his full lips scooping up
the delicious glob of cum and once more pressing his desire onto
Christian. He moaned again and allowed Joe's tongue to enter his mouth
marvelling at the sensations shooting through his spent body.

Alan slumped against the wall watching them licking up every drop of his
juice. All the bravado had suddenly left him as he leaned there
experiencing the fantastic afterglow of probably the best moment of his
life. "Hey" he said, "that, as the Americans say, was awesome." Joe and
Christian sheepishly got to their feet. "You've got some of his harry still
in your hair mate" laughed Joe. "Harry?" asked Ronaldo, baffled. Alan and
Joe looked at each other and fell about laughing, "come here you twat" said
Alan and ran his fingers through Christian's hair smoothing away the
remnants of his explosion.  "I suppose I'll have to be nice to you now?" as
Christian grinned, realising he now had a new best mate at the club.

"Right girls, we'd better get cleaned up the game's nearly over" said Alan,
winking at Christian, "Lets hit the shower, Joe you'd better get back to
your room and we'll see you in the bar after you finish getting your
bollocking."  "Why would we get that?" asked Joe.

"Because you got sent off cause you couldn't outrun the pussy boy from
Portugal, you disrupted the rhythm of the team, and we stuffed you 2-0; I
reckon that'd be a bollocking at any club. The special one looked right
pissed off when you hit Chris with your handbag."

"Oh fuck, I'd forgotten that, I'd better go and look upset or he'll rip my
fucking head off."

"I don't know what you're laughing at Ronnie, the gaffer's already got his
hairdryer plugged in -- you are going to get slaughtered"

"I wonder if we'll both get the same ban," said Ronaldo grinning from ear
to ear. "I dunno Joe replied but there is no way we can end this here --
you got a pen?" Alan threw him one from his pocket and Joe scribbled down
his mobile number. "Give me a call later and we'll sort something out, I
already need it again."

"Don't worry mate, we'll all be up in the bar in around an hour, I'm sure
we will be able to have a chat about the game and stuff then" he winked at
Joe. "You know what it's like once everyone gets in, you wouldn't miss
anyone for a few minutes."

"We're staying over at the Plaza tonight" said Joe, maybe we could meet up
then.

"If you think I'm going to wait that long you are fucking mistaken" said
Alan. "We'll have a drink in the bar, and I'll show you around the ground
before you go" he smirked. "What about me?" Christian asked. Alan exchanged
a glance with Joe, "Oh don't worry mate, you are top of the list I think
we've got plans for you but we'll talk it about later. Anyway Joe, fuck off
before someone comes in." With that he pulled both men to him and kissed
them passionately noticing the taste of cum was still strong on their lips.

"Can't wait" whispered Joe as he had one last grope of both his friends'
cocks and ran back to his changing room. He slipped into the Chelsea
dressing room and threw his kit on the bench near his peg. He smiled to
himself, reached down to his stuff and picked up Ronaldo's jock
strap. Bringing it to his nose he pressed the damp cloth to his face and
breathed in the smell of his new friend and his cock jerked back into life
as the aroma of Christian's balls once again filled his nostrils. Stuffing
it deep into his bag, he ran for the shower just as he heard the crowd roar
at the final whistle.

To Be Continued...



Well that's it for chapter 2. I still have a number of "developments" to
come over the next few days and weeks and I hope you enjoyed reading it as
much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to all of you who contacted me so soon
after the first instalment, I was amazed at the feedback. Those comments
were very much appreciated, especially the more descriptive ones who
suggested some future story lines.  Some of those suggestions had a very
stimulating effect on me in more ways than one :)

As a result I've had to get this instalment out quicker than I intended so
keep those emails cumming!

As before I really want encouragement, comments and suggestions for new
story lines -- please send to spursman1000@yahoo.co.uk. I promise that I'll
try and work as many as possible into future episodes in some way. With the
last lot of feedback I've got the bug now and want to keep thinking up new
material to get off to.

Happy to chat as well at ICQ (www.icq.com) 178942074. Would love to hear
from you!