Date: Tue, 28 May 2013 00:50:37 +0100
From: Mike McKenzie <eroticemmerdale@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Premier League Fuck Studs

Disclaimer: I do not know any of the people in this story or their
sexuality, this is pure fiction.

Tottenham golden boy, Gareth Bale, pulled up his Audi R8 and hurriedly
unfastened the seat belt. He was late for pre-match training and it was an
important game against Man City this afternoon. Feeling stressed after a
massive argument with his girlfriend he couldn't wait to get on the pitch
and release some frustration. The only thing better would be a good hard
fuck, but that wasn't an option right now and he didn't fancy his chances
of getting any make-up sex tonight. Bale jogged into the changing rooms and
tried to set his mind on the game ahead, but he was distracted by thoughts
of plowing his cock into a hole, any hole. A loud bollocking from his
manager quickly sobered his thoughts and he made his way on to the pitch.

Just over two hours later and the game was over. Spurs had won in a 3-1
victory, with Bale scoring the final goal. He'd gone from feeling angry and
horny to elated and hornier in the space of a few hours – his worries
from earlier had gone but his need to fuck had increased. Winning turned
him on and he couldn't wait to go and score some tight pussy... or
arse. After a shower and change, Bale headed back out to the players' car
park and was just about to jump in his motor when he heard a voice calling
him. Turning around he saw City keeper Joe Hart, the guy he'd just scored
past, waving at him to come over. Hart was stood with two other lads and
Bale immediately thought they seemed familiar. Strolling over he smiled at
the three men and waited for them to speak.

"Coming for a drink mate?" Hart asked, returning the smile. "You can
celebrate and I'll drown my sorrows you lucky prick!" he grinned, slapping
Bale on the shoulder.

"Yeah go on then, I'm in no rush to get back so let's see where the night
takes us" Bale agreed.

"Good lad! By the way, these are my mates Duncan and Lewis." Hart nodded in
the direction of the two other men and Bale leaned forward to shake their
hands.

"Thought I recognised you both from over there, nice to meet you. Still
feels weird to me to meet proper celebrities" Bale laughed and blushed
slightly as he realised he was coming across as a bit of an embarrassing
fan.

In his early teen years, Bale had quite liked the boyband Blue and Duncan
James was easily his favourite member. He remembered how he once wanked
over a topless photo of him in a magazine and now he was stood in front of
the guy. As for Lewis Hamilton, Bale had always wondered how amazing a
threesome would be with him and Nicole Scherzinger. Bale was completely bi
and had a high sexual appetite for both men and women, and since finding
fame as a footballer the opportunities to score had become endless for
him. Yes, he had a long-term girlfriend and baby at home but was a 23 year
old lad with needs beyond the normal family life.

The four men jumped in Hart's car and made their way across London, Hart
explained he was gonna stay down there for a few days and catch up with
mates. The lads visited a few bars, VIP access to each one, free champagne
and women on tap to keep them company. As the hours passed, the bars got
busier and the booze flowed quicker, the four of them were well on their
way to being wasted and the conversation was beginning to turn to
sex... Bale was liking this direction and made sure he kept the topic
alive. He was now gagging to stick his cock in something and he did not
care what, but he had a desire to do some dirty things to Duncan
James. Bale had read recently that Duncan was into guys as well, which was
music to his ears!

"So what's Nicole like in bed Lewis? She's gotta be dynamite" yelled Hart
over the music, swigging another vodka red bull.

"Hahaha" Lewis giggled nervously before answering, "yeah she's mental mate,
let's me do anything to her and does stuff to me I'd never dreamed of!"

"Oh yeah?" Bale quizzed, eager to get the details, "what sort of things?"

"OK but don't you lot fucking tell anyone, but she loves to fuck me with a
strap on!" Lewis said sheepishly, causing Hart to burst out laughing.

Bale glanced at Duncan and their eyes met, and they both noticed a pleased
expression on each other's faces... as though they liked the fact Lewis
takes it up the arse.

"Fucking hell Lewis, you queer bastard!" Hart laughed, "I know you've had
the real thing Duncan but what about you Gareth, reckon you'd be up for
it?"

"Oh, erm, nah man I'm a total giver so if anything I'd be wearing a strap
on..." Gareth exclaimed, "but that makes no sense cos I've got a cock of my
own... oh wow I'm fucked! That champagne's gone right to my head."

He went to stand up and fell straight back down onto the leather sofa,
knocking some glasses off the table in the process. Flashbulbs started to
go off as paparazzi had congregated outside the bar and they'd realised
they might be able to get some messy photos.

"Right lads I nominate we get the fuck out of here and check into a hotel,
order a load more booze and get some girls up there" said Hart, putting on
his jacket and preparing to make a quick exit.

"Sounds like a plan mate" Duncan said, not feeling the girls but hoping he
could get to know Bale a lot more.

The four drunk fellas piled into a taxi and checked in to the penthouse
suit of the nearest 5 star hotel. Once inside the room, Duncan turned some
music on, Lewis slumped on one of the beds, Hart went back downstairs to
sort out some drink and Bale sat on the sofa looking at Duncan scroll
through his iPhone. Finally choosing a track, Duncan sat and joined Bale on
the sofa. Their knees touched slightly and Bale found this somehow erotic.

"So we're all really fucking pissed and I'm gonna ask you something, just
don't hit me if you're offended" Duncan whispered, leaning in to Bale.

"Go on..." Bale slurred, intrigued by the question.

"Have you ever been with a guy?" Duncan whispered, following his question
with a white-toothed grin.

Bale pondered his next move for a few seconds and made a decision. He
leaned across to Duncan and planted his lips on his, biting the bottom lip
and pulling it slightly as he finished the kiss. They looked at each other
and Bale spoke.

"Does that answer your question?"

Duncan looked at him open-mouthed and wide-eyed and practically dived on
the other man, pushing him back on to the sofa and opening his mouth for a
wide, forceful, passionate kiss. They grappled at each other's body and ran
their hands through each other's hair as the kiss intensified and they
devoured each other's mouths. Suddenly Bale pulled away and pushed Duncan
off him, sitting up straight.

"We can't, Lewis is in that bedroom and Joe will be back any minute!" he
sighed.

"Then let's fuck off and leave them, I need you inside me. Since the minute
we met I've been dreaming of your dick!" Duncan whispered, practically
pleading.

"That'll look completely suss, everyone knows you fuck guys so they'll know
what happened!" Bale protested.

Before there was any more chance to discuss, the door swung open and Hart
stumbled through with a crate of beers and a bottle of vodka.

"The cavalry has arrived!" he shouted, laughing and whooping as he placed
the drinks down on the table. "What have you two fuckers been doing?" he
asked, giving Duncan and Bale a funny look.

To Hart, it was a strange sight. He knew he was wankered but these two lads
looked like they'd been dragged through a hedge backwards, their shirts
were practically undone and hair a mess.

"Just messin' about, having a dance and stuff. Anyway get the beers on the
go!" Duncan said, trying to change the subject.

"No worries mate" shrugged Hart, throwing a can over to Duncan and
Bale. "Where's Lewis?" he asked.

"In that bedroom" Bale pointed, "been very quiet to be honest so reckon
he's asleep".

"We can't have that!" yelled Hart, "let's get the bastard out here and
continue this party".

Hart strutted across the suite and banged on the bedroom door. "Lewis you
lightweight, come on!"

There was no response and after a few more knocks Hart lost patience and
decided to see for himself. He slowly opened the door and saw Lewis lying
on the bed face down, completely naked. His cute arse was on show and his
legs slightly spread so you could see his ballsack between them. Hart tried
to stifle laughter and beckoned the other two lads to come and see. They
approached and gasped when they realised Lewis was bollock naked. Hart
crept forward closer to Lewis, intending to take some incriminating photos
but was shocked by what he saw. He noticed something was sticking out of
Lewis's bum and it was a black butt-plug, just poking out from his pert
cheeks and obviously inserted up his arse.

"Have you seen what he's been doing, he loves it that much he's stuck a
butt-plug up himself and passed out!" Hart whispered, throwing Duncan and
Bale a confused look.

Duncan and Bale were incredibly turned on at this point and just wanted to
go somewhere and fuck. Duncan reached out discreetly and brushed his hand
against Bale's crotch, feeling the immense stiffness of what was contained
in those jeans. Both men shuddered with anticipation and were just glad the
room was a little dark so Hart couldn't tell they had raging erections.

"He must get real pleasure from this..." Hart muttered, almost to
himself. "He's obviously not gay though, but maybe having something up your
arse feels alright?" He looked at Duncan, "what do you say Dunc, does it
feel good having something up there?"

"Erm, well yeah mate it does actually. The male g-spot is up your arsehole
and when you rub that it feels brilliant" Duncan replied, wondering where
this was going.

Hart made a surprising move and reached out to take hold of the end of the
butt-plug. Duncan and Bale looked at each other in wonder but decided to
stay quiet and let this play out. Hart tugged slightly on the sex toy and
watched as Lewis's ring gripped on to it, not wanting to let it go.

"Fuckkkk..." Hart exhaled, "his arsehole loves it, proper clinging on".

Hart began to slowly push and pull the plug, watching in wonder and
questioning what it must feel like. Lewis began to stir and make soft
moaning noises which caused Hart to stop and remove his hand quickly. Lewis
turned his head and smiled up at Hart.

"Don't stop mate, that was lovely" he said. "Good job we're all friends
here isn't it?"

Hart didn't know what was happening, he was smashed from all the booze,
horny as hell and playing with a sex toy in his mate's arse. But somehow it
felt OK and he wanted to experiment a bit more, maybe even see for himself
what all the fuss was about. He looked at Bale for support, being a fellow
straight footballer and was surprised to see Bale absent-mindedly rubbing
his crotch. Hart could see in the dimness the outline of Bale's dick and
that he was really hard. Christ, if even he was turned on by this scenario
then it must be hot, thought Hart.

Nobody spoke as Hart resumed pleasuring Lewis, who decided to get more
involved by getting on his knees and arching his back to allow Hart full
access to his tight pink hairless ring. The three others caught a glimpse
of Lewis's cock now freely hanging between his legs and marvelled in its
length and girth - a good 8 or 9 inches and the thickness of a deodorant
can. It dripped precum on the bed sheets as Hart teased the Formula 1
star's ass, causing him to groan and gasp.

Duncan looked at Bale and smiled, realising that the situation just got a
point of no return and they may as well get stuck in to each other. Duncan
grabbed his new lover and resumed their kissing session from earlier,
sliding down on to the carpeted floor of the bedroom. Hart noticed this and
looked down, tutting at the pair.

"I knew you two had been up to something, as if you are in to dick Gareth!"
Hart laughed, feeling weird but too horny to care.

Bale ignored his mate and focused on getting to know Duncan. He stripped
off his own shirt and set about removing Duncan's. Bale knew he had a good
body but Duncan put him to shame. His biceps bulged obscenely and his
six-pack was rock solid, you could tell he worshipped the gym and Bale
couldn't wait to worship Duncan. He pushed the Blue member onto his back
and began to lick and suck at his body, every contour and ripple was given
attention by Bale's tongue. Duncan just smiled to himself and let the lad
have his fun, feeling his dick straining in his pants. Sensing the urgency,
Bale placed the palm of his hand on Duncan's package and felt the heat
radiating from inside. Not wanting to wait any longer he unzipped him and
fished out a hot, throbbing cock that looked good enough to literally
eat. 7.5 inches in length and juicy as fuck, Bale spent a few seconds
admiring it before leaning in to sniff and nibble at the base, tongue
Duncan's fat balls and work his way up the shaft before gulping the head in
one move and tasting sticky precum. Duncan moaned loudly and placed his
hands on Bale's head, guiding him and letting him know how he liked to
receive head.

Lewis was whimpering on the bed as his prostate was constantly brushed by
the butt-plug that Hart was now thrusting in and out of him. Hart had now
removed his own pants and was slowly stroking his engorged cock, finding
the whole situation completely bizarre but being far too turned on by this
ass-play to stop. He sported the biggest dick in the room and was
well-known in his club for having a monster weapon. It stood at 11 inches,
slender, meaty and uncut. He'd had so many women worship that dick and now
he felt like having his first taste of male arse. Lewis was so involved in
the feelings travelling through his body while he jacked his dick that he
didn't even realise Hart had mounted the bed, removed and butt-plug and
quickly inserted the first few inches of his dick inside his racing driver
pal. It wasn't until more inches started to enter that he realised this was
going deeper than before, turning his head he gasped to see Hart grinning
back at him as he fed him his enormous tool.

"Oh my god, what the fuck are we doing man?!" Lewis moaned, feeling shame
and pleasure.

"I dunno but it feels good and I ain't stoppin'!" Hart sighed as he felt
Lewis's cunt tighten around his schlong.

"Mmmm nah don't mate, keep going. Nicole does me with a massive one so I'm
used to it and I know you've got a longer dick than me. Go for it man, do
your worst." Lewis groaned, challenging his friend to give him a good
shagging.

Hart loved the cockiness and decided to throw his best moves on Lewis so as
he fed his dick he rotated his hips, opening Lewis up and stretching him
further. Lewis pushed his arse back to show that he wanted it and Hart
bottomed out, his balls pressed firmly against the firm cheeks.

"God that's fucking deep, you've definitely reached a few extra inches"
Lewis gasped.

Hart smiled smugly to himself and began to build a rhythm, taking long slow
thrusts and building the speed. After a few minutes he was nailing Lewis
into the bed, gripping his hips so tightly that he was bound to leave marks
he pummelled his 11 inches in and out, feeling the hole grip him on every
backward stroke, Lewis could feel the swell of the underside of Hart's
weapon rubbing firmly on his g-spot and this caused him to almost scream in
ecstasy as his insatiable arsehole was fed the best fucking of its life.

Down on the carpet, Duncan and Bale were engaging in a frantic 69er. Bale
lay on top and fed Duncan his proud Welsh dick, 8 inches of young meat was
being expertly swallowed by the 35 year old popstar. Bale couldn't believe
he had his own mouth around Duncan's beautiful willy, he'd dreamt of this
moment all those years ago and now he was living it. Inbetween
deepthroating each other, the two men would also shift closer together and
bury their faces in each other's ass. Bale lapped and kissed Duncan's
gorgeous cunt between beefy muscular glutes while Duncan would devour
Bale's tight virgin hole and practically make love to the sporty arse with
his mouth.

"Oi!" shouted Hart suddenly, "one of you lovebirds get up here and pay
attention to my arse, I've decided I wanna know what the fuss is about".

Still never missing a stroke, Hart carried on fucking while Duncan removed
himself from Bale and climbed up on the bed. Bale joined him and the two of
them spread Hart's blonde cheeks and watched his hole twitch as he
fucked. They took turns in fingering and licking at it, causing the
goalkeeper to let out low moans as he experienced new sensations.

"Fuck yeah that's good, feels so nasty but soooo good" he gasped, loving
this new found side of sex.

Lewis began to moan and shout out; "fuck I'm cumming, I'm gonna shoot!"

This exclamation was music to Duncan's ears, he was a total cum-whore and
stuck his head between Lewis's legs, locking his mouth around the leaking
black cock and waited for the eruption. As soon as this happened, Lewis
cried out in pleasure and released six waves of hot spunk right down
Duncan's throat. Duncan gulped on it and milked the cock dry, finally happy
to have got a taste of Lewis's seed. As quickly as he got there he removed
himself from between his legs and went back to Bale, feeding him a surprise
as he spat some of Lewis's cum in to Bale's eager mouth. The two men smiled
and went back to rimming and fingering Hart who was still power-fucking a
tired Lewis.

This was going to be a long night...