Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 23:44:54 +0000
From: Joe MLT <boyone1234@hotmail.com>
Subject: Liverpool's Ball Boy - Part 1

DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story and does not in any way assume or
pretend to assume the sexual orientation of the persons involved.

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At 18, John was at the height of his dream. Since he was young, he had
always dreamt of being close to the football legends he had been following
since he was young. Now, he was an official ball boy for Manchester United,
and there was nothing in his way to stop him. His only disappointment was
that his girlfriend had ended up ditching him, saying that he was more
focusing on football rather than her. Girls – who the fuck can figure
them anyways?

These thoughts, just as from time to time, were going on through the young
lad's mind as he was walking out of the pitch after his first-ever game as
ball boy. Manchester United had easily crushed their opponents, Liverpool,
and the mood was absolutely delirious. Lost in thought, John had not only
lost track of time, but also of his friends and colleagues, who had long
wandered off for a quick shower before preparing for a night of clubbing.

Not sure of where to go, the young teen went straight ahead, turning left
as he saw the map of the stadium. This must be the right way, he asked
himself, now suddenly turning back to reality and actually starting to
panic. The corridors seemed endless and he really wanted to punish himself
for getting lost in thought on the very first day at work. His friends must
have already finished by now. Finally however, the scent of fresh deodorant
and shower gel, together with the foggy mist indicated that he was actually
close to his destination. As he opened the door, he was met by a cloud of
fog so dense that he couldn't see absolutely anything within one centimeter
from his eyes – it was like floating on a cloud. The showers were full
on and though he could hear some indistinct laughter, he couldn't
comprehend one syllable of it all.

`Well, what do you have to do,' he thought. `These guys are some fuckin'
noisy wankers!' Dropping his gym bag on the floor, he quickly stripped butt
naked, heading towards the direction from where the sound of the water was
coming. It was here that he noticed something extremely strange. As the fog
condensed, the silhouettes he started noticing were of nothing but young
teenagers like him. It all then happened so quickly that he didn't even
know what came first: realizing that the persons in front of him actually
belonged to the Liverpool squad, or getting a chill down his spine when a
loud, sarcastic voice bellowed behind him, just as a hand out of nowhere
grabbed both his ass cheeks.

As he turned, he immediately recognized the face. "Well look you fuckers,
Man United's sent us a consolation prize guys," said Steven Gerrard, his
face just one large smirk. With one swift move, two other players grabbed
hold of John's petrified body, engaging both his arms and legs as if he was
a lamb ready to be sacrificed. John didn't even have the time to realize
what was happening before with an extraordinary force, Steven Gerrard force
open his mouth to push in his ten inch giant of a cock, groaning in
pleasure as the helpless boy slurped on the meat. Clearly overjoyed, the
footballer soon started pumping his rock hard dick in and out of the young
ball boy's mouth for what seemed like forever, till John though he was
about to throw up. "There's no stopping now" a smirking Gerrard said, and
the others around the two just laughed. They knew their turn was soon to
come as well, and were clearly preparing for it all, working on their rock
hard tools as they looked at the pair in front of them.

Suddenly, Gerrard started pumping with more pressure, till he groaned, and
then shouted "FUCK I'M GONNA- I'M GONNA- I'M GONNA!!! CUUUUUUUUUUUM!!!!"
and SIX shots of hot, pearly white ropes of man seed filled the young man's
face, mouth, hair and torso. Gerrard just laughed and turning back to his
mates, said "You've got a great one here guys, he's all yours!"

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