Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2008 14:23:33 +0000
From: matt howe <woowoowoo_10@hotmail.com>
Subject: mr-owen-chapter-2

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


It was halfway through the awards ceremony that Michael Owen spied David
Beckham across the room It had been two months since their `encounter' and
Michael had managed to push it from his mind, but seeing David brought it
all back. Making his excuses he left his table jacket in hand deciding to
stop at the bathroom before leaving, an uncomfortable conversation with
David something he desperately wanted to avoid.

Entering the bathroom Michael made his way over to the basin splashing cold
water on his face, he looked up meeting his reflection in the mirror
starring at himself searching his conscience over what happened with
David. A male figure entered the room seeing Michael stood at the mirror,
surveying him dressed in an off white fitted shirt and light grey tight
pants.

"You ok?" A voice said.

In his trance Michael hadn't noticed he wasn't alone. Turning to his left
he saw an instantly recognisable man, Cristiano Ronaldo cutting a striking
image in a brilliant white skin-tight shirt open to mid-chest contrasting
his olive complexion, and slim-fit navy blue pants.

"Uh yeah I'm fine!... We've never met properly but I feel like we should
know each other, both being footballers I mean!" Michael said thinking how
stupid he'd just sounded.

"Ha! I know what you mean!" Christiano replied moving to the tap to
Michael's right remembering him as one of his inspirations growing up,
Michael had achieved a lot at a young age something Ronaldo strived to
achieve himself.

Finishing at the tap Cristiano stepped back leaning against the near wall a
metre or so behind Michael.

"Whats the matter you seem on edge?" Ronaldo enquired.

" Oh its nothing just personal stuff!" Michael quickly responded hoping
change the direction the conversation was headed.

Ronaldo's eyes moved over the back of Michael's body stopping when they
found his butt, having never met properly before he'd never had the chance
to noticed how amazing Michaels ass looked out of his football shorts,
jutting from his body like two perfect globes encased in tight fabric only
enhancing the appearance. Michael looked at Ronaldo's reflection in the
mirror he still faced, noticing where his eyes lay and the inadvertent
licking of his lips.

"Ermmm so are up for any awards tonight?" asked Michael pretending he
hadn't noticed the direction of Cristiano's gaze and hoping to direct his
attention away.

"Uhhh yeah!" Cristiano mumbled his eyes remaining fixed.

Caressing Michael's incredibly sexy ass with his eyes, Cristiano thought of
his famous arrogance how he strutted around doing whatever he wanted,
taking whatever he wanted not confining himself to any conventional
boundaries, thinking only of his own pleasure and at this particular moment
Michael Owen was the thing he wanted and Ronaldo had decided he was going
to take him.

Michael saw Cristiano's hand massaging the front of his rapidly tightening
pants, he felt nervous, hot noticing this, his breathing becoming heavy and
uncomfortable.

"I want this and I'm going to take it!" Cristiano told Michael grabbing one
of his ass cheeks and pushing his body to Michael's back pinning him to the
basin. "Are you going to fight me?"

Michael couldn't respond he could only close his eyes and drop his head in
shame at his inability to say no.

"Hahaha!" Laughed Ronaldo at Michael.

Pulling his keys from his pocket Ronaldo used his pen knife to cut open the
back of Michael's pants without touching his skin, just enough to allow him
access to Michael's hole. Michael felt this, first feeling shocked then
horny as hell his cock rock hard pushing the front of his bulging
pants. Roughly Michael felt two fingers enter him

"UHHHHH!" was all he could manage.

After a minute of finger fucking Michael's tight hole, Ronaldo opened his
pants falling to his athletic thighs pulling his 8 inch meaty cut dick from
it red underwear prison pushing them just below his muscular ass. Without
warning he forced the whole length of his cock into Michael in one thrust.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Michael screamed in pain at the invasion.

"Shut up bitch! Someone might hear, you want people to know you take dick?"
Cristiano snapped shoving the fingers he'd used to fuck Michael's ass into
the other mans mouth.

Wasting no time Ronaldo began to roughly fuck Michael's hot tight ass,
riding him hard and fast.

"You slut!" Ronaldo barked

"I no!" Michael moaned, ashamed and turned on at the same time.

In the frantic fuck Cristiano pulled at Michael's shirt ripping open
buttons and pulling the front from his pants. Ronaldo watched in the
mirror, he was fucking Michael Owen his childhood idol, he loved the
pleasure and pain etched across Michael's handsome face caused by his hot,
hard dick and the fact he had the power to fuck this world renowned
footballer. Michael reached around behind him finding Ronaldo's hard
muscular ass cheek, grabbing it and using it to force Cristiano's cock into
his ass harder with all his strength to feel as much dick as he possibly
could.

"You fucking dirty whore!" Ronaldo panted as Michael's hand guided his
fuck.

Hearing these words coupled with Ronaldo's amazing power fuck, Michael's
dick shot into his staining pants again and again.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhh!" All Michael could force from his mouth
underneath Cristiano's relentless pounding of his ass.

Michael's body tightening as he came caused his insides to contract on
Ronaldo's fat cock.

"Ohhhh, so fucking tight! I'm gonna CUMMMMMMM! FUCKKKKKKKkkkkk!" Exploding
into Michael, Ronaldo shouted, emptying his massive load, shot after shot
feeling like it would never stop but finally subsiding. Cristiano swiftly
pulled his spent dick from Michael.

"Lick it clean bitch!" He ordered nodding his head towards his dick.

Michael fell to his knees, taking hold of Ronaldo's still hard cock,
lightly licking at first tasting his first dick, then bathing the shaft and
swollen head with his mouth loving the taste of his own ass mixed with
Ronaldo's cum. Ronaldo looked at his reflection in the mirror tiding his
messed up hair and ruffled shirt, looking down to see Michael Owen's head
at his crotch.

"That's enough!" Cristiano said pulling from Michael's hungry mouth. "You
might wanna clean yourself up!" Ha added dismissively zipping up his pants
and tucking in his shirt before exiting the bathroom leaving Michael on the
floor without a thanks or a goodbye. Dragging himself from the floor
Michael turned to look in the mirror his hair a mess, his face sweaty, and
though still fully clothed he had a wet patch where he'd cum in his pants,
his shirt was ripped and untucked at the front, and turning he saw the tear
in the seat of his pants that Ronaldo created to fuck him, looking as
though it would give way to fully reveal his beautifully rounded fleshy
cheeks. He began to tidy himself up his mind consumed with guilt and
shame. Throwing on his jacket which luckily covered the evidence of his
bathroom fuck he couldn't fix, he quickly headed for the exit to the large
arena the awards where taking place in, praying nobody could sense the
shame he felt at what had occurred. As he walked he could feel Ronaldo's
load still inside him, he realised he'd been used then dismissed like some
whore but... he'd loved it!

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