Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2001 01:39:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Opengoal <opengoal@excite.com>
Subject: 'Road to World Cup' {Opengoal} (Celeb) [8/?]

Obligatory Warning: Do not read if you are likely to be offended by
description of gay sex, or if it is illegal for you to do so.

This story is purely fictional and does not imply anything about the
sexual orientation of the English football (soccer) players depicted.
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Road to World Cup
by Opengoal (opengoal@excite.com)


Chapter 1 1/2

Epilogue - Finland, 2000

Moving Away from the Pulsebeat


"You shouldn't have got injured and leave me alone here." Macca handed
Robbie his bag.

He didn't want Robbie to fly back to England. He needed Robbie there
to keep his spirits high. Joe hadn't spoken to him since Friday. Since
Graeme was out with an injury, Robbie was the only one in front of
whom he didn't need to hide his anguish. Robbie was also the one who
would always cheer him up. England, with Wilko and a depleted squad
gave him little to cheer about.

Robbie picked up the bag. He'd thought he'd be happy if Macca and Joe
broke up. But now he wished they'd get back together right away, if it
meant Macca would be happy again. He was tempted to tell Macca exactly
that, but the staff who would took him to the airport had just
arrived.

Michael had gone to their room too, apparently to say goodbye to
Robbie. This shouldn't have been anything out of ordinary, except
that they had never really socialised together or shown any interest
in doing so until two days ago.

It was obvious Michael only wanted to get close to Macca. Macca could
guess more or less what games Michael was playing. For a couple of
times, he'd caught Michael's glimpses at Joe, smiling at the jealousy
he provoked in Joe.

Macca didn't think he really knew Michael any more. It's funny that
Macca discovered only these two days that Michael could be a charming
friend if he really wanted to. But of course he wouldn't have known
that because even when they were shagging each other, they didn't
socialise in the same circle.

Michael locked the door swiftly the second Robbie went out of sight.
Macca wondered what he was up to.

With his most devastating boyish smile, Michael drew Macca close. He
then produced a blindfold from his pocket.

"Do you want it on me or on you?" Michael asked, with the disguise of
innocence that had now become his second skin.

Macca needed no better reminder of the great time they'd had together.

Their lips met, irrepressible desire spreading through their veins
like wildfire. Clean and sweet, Michael smelt like he was fresh out of
the shower. Their hungry bodies pressed together, legs entwined, their
hands roaming on the curves they'd long known by heart.

Michael moaned when Macca sucked on his earlobe. He whispered huskily
into Macca's ear, "Blindfold me. Gag me. Tie me up."

"Love to, but I don't think there's any ropes around."

"I've got bandage and scissors over there." Michael gestured to
Macca's bed.

"When did you..." Macca couldn't believe it. He'd always been the one
who came up with new games and stuff, but now Michael was proposing
this and had got everything ready too.

"When you were so busy saying goodbye." Michael stroked Macca's groin
through the flimsy fabric of his shorts. "Now tie me up. I want to
feel like you're raping me."

Macca loved the idea. He smiled and kissed Michael some more, trying
to catch some moments of tenderness before getting into the game.

"Just remember..." Michael suddenly said.

"No marks." They said in unison.

Macca smiled. He hadn't forgotten their pact. Anything goes, so long
as they don't leave any marks on the other's body. How could he forget
that and all the games they'd played.

Macca pushed Michael onto the bed a little too dramatically and
stripped him bare, throwing his clothes to a far corner of the room.
Michael struggled a bit but didn't really mean it. Sitting on
Michael's back, Macca folded Michael's arms up behind his back and
tied them up. Macca then took a pair of clean socks from the drawers
and stuffed them into Michael's mouth.

Pausing to admire his own work, Macca was mesmerised again by this
beautiful young body he had once fallen in love with. Michael had
grown but he only became more and more the gorgeous young man he
always promised to be, with well-defined muscles and firm sturdy
thighs. His vulnerability at this moment made him even tastier.

Macca slapped Michael's face loudly but not really heavily, to bring
his own concentration back.

Michael stared at him in shock.

Good, they were all getting into their roles now, thought Macca.

Eyes blazing with evil intent, Macca marched Michael towards the full-
length mirror, "Like what you see?"

The sock in his mouth prevented Michael from speaking but the response
in his cock seemed positive enough.

In the mirror was him, naked, bound and gagged, being held captive by
a fully clothed, 6' tall man.

Staring at the mirror, Macca ran his hands over Michael's chest,
circling both of his nipples, before squeezing them hard. Smiling at
the evident pain on Michael's face, Macca resumed his gentle caresses
on Michael's body, soothing away the hurt. At the same time, he rubbed
himself against Michael's backside. Through the flimsy fabric, Michael
could feel Macca's excitement clearly.

"You really like looking at yourself, don't you? You self-obsessed
little wanker." Fondling Michael's cock slowly, Macca pressed his
mouth onto Michael's ear. "How would you like if I march you outside
like this?"

The hot air blowing into Michael's ear had already made his knees
weak. The fear of humiliation made him shiver.

"I know you'll love it." Macca tugged him by the knot on his wrists,
pretending he was going to drag him outside.

Michael struggled instinctively, prompting a cold laugh from Macca
whose large hands prevented his movement. As soon as Macca put the
blindfold on him, Michael tensed up. Macca kicked the back of his
knees so that he was now kneeling down.

"Stay here. Don't move." Macca said with a unfeeling coldness Michael
never thought he had.

'What was Macca going to do?' Michael wondered. Michael was scared.
But he still trusted Macca. Or should he?

He felt Macca walk away but he couldn't hear much because Macca was
walking barefoot on the lush carpet.

Minutes ticked by but there was nothing but stillness. His arms
began to ache. The socks in his mouth were soaked with saliva. He felt
like his jaws were going to fall off.

Then he heard the doorknob turn.

Instinct told him to get up and hide. But Macca immediately said, in a
low but commanding voice, "I told you to stay still."

Michael reluctantly obliged.

The door closed. He heard the sound of flip-flops moving across the
room, then he heard somebody looking for things in a drawer. What was
he looking for?

The sound of flip-flops again. This time it's approaching him.

Michael felt himself tense up even more, if that were physically
possible.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Then another hand. The first was now
holding him firmly in place, while the other glided down his chest and
tweaked his nipple. Despite his fear, his cock hardened under this
guy's touch.

He couldn't recognise the cologne of this man. He wanted to shout but
could make no noise. He told himself it was just Macca. It had got to
be Macca.

He felt something cold and steely gliding on the back of his head. His
erection was almost instantly gone. The short cold laugh from the
mysterious guy made him shiver from his heart. Who the fuck was this
guy? Yet, whoever it was, he wouldn't dare fight back.

The hands were exploring his body again. He felt as though he were a
blinded guinea pig played around by a ruthless kid in the lab. The guy
slapped him on his tight, round buttocks almost playfully, just to
scare him.

When he was not intimidating him, this guy's touches on his skin were
most tantalising, feeling his whole body through the thin film of cold
sweat he hadn't realised he was soaked in. Now that he couldn't see a
thing, every touch on his skin seemed to trigger a much more electric
sensation within him.

>From the lines that guy's hands traced on his body, he tried to
construct the picture of how they must look like now. He never really
succeeded. For his mind was blurred time and again by the overwhelming
sensation of the caresses on his cock. His breath was quickening. The
socks in his mouth felt more and more oppressive. But for this and the
discomfort on his wrists, he'd almost forgotten the predicament he'd
got himself into.

All of a sudden, the stroking stopped. Pulling him up with brute
force, the guy turned him to the left, made him walk a few steps and
then shoved him forward. Panicked for his loss of balance, he was
indescribably relieved when he found that he was only falling onto the
bed.

He was now bending over, with his stomach on the bed and his feet on
the ground. His legs were kicked apart. And then he heard the rustling
of clothes. He had no doubt what the guy was going to do.

Two large, powerful hands pulled his hips up and pried his arse-cheeks
apart. A couple of loud slaps on his cheeks, and then he felt some
cold slimy splats of liquid landed on his crack. A long finger probed
inside his delicate hole, rubbing the lube in. His heart was now
racing with excitement, as memories of young Stevie's ravaging of his
hole came flooding back to him.

He wasn't sure whether he just heard a packet of condom being ripped
open but a long, hard cock was rammed into him right away.

The guy grabbed his waist and simply started pumping in thunderous
drives. Every thrust seemed to stab deeper inside him, so deep he
didn't think he was able to take. Waves of pain and excitement washed
over him. He wanted to scream but no sound came out. He could only
hear his own laboured breathing ringing inside his head. His hips were
rocking involuntarily to the rhythm of the thrusting.

Passion mounted in both of them, pushing them to the climax of their
lives. The mysterious guy, who had been completely silent so far, now
couldn't stop the heavy breathing and groans emerging from his own
mouth.

Breathing was getting harder by the minute for Michael. That guy's
hands now drifted from time to time down to his cock, tugging it,
squeezing it or just playing with it. Dizzy and out of breath, Michael
didn't think he could feel his own movement anymore.

Climax hit Michael so ferociously that he didn't think he'd had a
better one before. He felt himself shoot loads and loads as that guy
continued to milk him. He could feel that guy had also come. When that
guy eased off him, he collapsed onto the floor to catch his breath.

That should be the end of it, he thought. But the guy was still there,
beside him. He could recognise that smell.

A gentle caress on his face. The film 'Fatal Attraction' suddenly
flashed through his mind.

That guy scooped him up and lay him onto bed. His hands were freed.
Then his mouth too. But the blindfold was not removed.

He waited for a little longer and then asked with a slightly shaky
voice, "Who are you?"

"Guess," came the amused reply.

"You scared me." Recognising Macca's voice, Michael laughed out of
surprise and relief.

"That was the idea." Macca finally took off the blindfold. "Like it?"

"Could do with a bit more sex, a bit more violence." Michael smiled at
the hearty laugh he got from Macca, and then added before Macca
replied with his customary wisecrack. "Bet your little Joey loves your
games."

"No, we don't do that." Macca smiled his half-smile. His eyes were
filled with wistful longing.

"What do you do then?" Michael snuggled into Macca's arms and closed
his eyes.

"You sleeping here tonight?"

"Can't I?"

Macca shrugged and dozed off with him.



The instant he stepped out of Stuart Pearce's room, Joe threw away
his pretence of being focused and ready for the match. Wilko had asked
Pearce to sort out what problem he had. He was thankful for them, so
much so he pretended that he was all psyched up for the match. Yet,
the thorn in his heart was not to be plucked out so easily.

Although he hadn't believed he meant much to Macca, he hadn't thought
he would be so quickly replaced. Maybe he could move on, too.
Actually, what else could he do anyway? He'd have a better chance of
winning the world cup than beating Michael.

Joe didn't notice James was in the hallway until James greeted him.
Quickly burying his dejection, Joe greeted him back. With little to
talk about, they just walked on by.

It didn't have to be Macca, Joe thought. James would be a nice shag,
wouldn't he?

The thought was tempting but it was just a thought.

When Joe reached his room, he glanced back at the room James had just
entered. The door was being closed surreptitiously quietly. Joe
suddenly remembered that wasn't James' own room.



James locked the door again swiftly with the key Barry gave him. Both
Barry and Southgate looked flustered. Their shorts seemed to have been
put on hastily. Their shirts lay in disarray on the same bed.

"Looks like you've started without me." James said.

Barry was trying to calm Southgate down, telling him that James was
cool, and well, in fact all three of them were going to have some fun
together tonight.

A model professional, Southgate had always had his mind on the game
only, and had never 'put a foot wrong'. He cursed himself for
succumbing to Barry's seduction in the first place. Barry's innocent,
relaxed manner had given him the impression that they'd have a quick
one and then everything would go on as it had always been. But a
threesome with James was a totally different proposition. Never
confronted with a situation like this, Southgate didn't know what he
could do. Acquiescence seemed the easiest option to take.

James didn't wait. He pulled off his T-shirt right away, revealing his
photogenic body. Muscular without being bulky, he looked like he came
straight out of some fashion magazine. Having seen him in the dressing
room almost every day should've made them immune to his charm, but the
way he did it this time made him look irresistibly sexy. His gaze, his
smile and every bit of him was oozing sensuality.

Holding his two teammates in a trance, James took off the rest of his
clothes and gave his semi-hard cock a tug, as if this were the most
natural thing in the world. He then flashed Barry a look.

Embarrassed at the stunned dork he'd been, Barry stripped off in a
flash. His naked body was greeted by the horny gaze of his two older
teammates, drinking in his youthful beauty.

James couldn't have liked Barry more. Young, tasty and impressionable.
It only took James a few minutes to convince him of this plan. Without
him, the night would've been much less fun. James' cock was already
drooling with precum at the thought of having them both tonight.

Much as he adored Barry's sensuous youthful body, James moved towards
Southgate instead, who clearly needed a bit more 'warm-up'. James'
intense gaze held Southgate captive. His thick cock jutting out from
his crotch made his 6'5" figure look even more imposing.

Slowly rubbing Southgate's magnificent chest, James ran his tongue
round Southgate's nipples before gently sucking on them. His hard-on
brushed Southgate's legs as he moved.

Barry came over by their side, James pushed him to his knees.
With Southgate's obvious tent staring at him in the face, Barry pulled
Southgate's shorts off. Southgate's giant cock sprung into his view.
With two big fat cocks in his hands, Barry found it hard to decide to
which he should give his attention. He stroked both of them slowly,
licking and sucking each one in turn.

The hands and tongues on his body had broken down the barriers in
Southgate's mind. Passion pounded in his blood. His breath was
quickening. His hands began exploring James' chest, reluctantly
realising just how much he was aroused by touching this perfectly
sculpted male body.

James very tenderly caressed Southgate's arm. He then guided
Southgate's other hand to his crotch and wrapped it around his
glistening cock. Southgate closed his eyes and continued stroking
James even after James moved his hand away.

Exalted at the lust beaming from Southgate, James kissed behind
Southgate's ear and sucked his earlobe. Kissing down along Southgate's
front, James squatted down beside Barry, and took turns with Barry in
sucking Southgate's cock. His hands kept playing with Southgate's
balls and massaging his butt.

Southgate was getting more excited than he'd ever been. He couldn't
believe he was being sucked by two men.

Getting Barry's attention by licking behind his ear, James whispered
to him, and then the two of them carried Southgate onto the nearest
bed. James sat Southgate against the pillows piled up by the headboard.
Fondling the inside of Southgate's thighs, James spread Southgate's
legs wide and told Barry to go on with what he'd been doing with
Southgate.

On all fours, Barry took Southgate's monstrous cock into his hot moist
mouth again, while James got behind him. His round globes bounced in
front of James's face as he tried to adjust himself to a more
comfortable position. James grabbed the two white globes with his
large hands. With the delicate pink puckered hole beckoning him, he
couldn't help but bury his face into the soft and sensitive crack and
started licking away. Barry's moans was stifled by the cock in his
mouth while James was giving his arse a good tongue-bath.

James put on a rubber and slipped into Barry's hole. Fucking Barry
with slow, deep stroke, he kept on playing with Barry's cock.

Southgate had never imagined Barry could be this horny. There he was,
going down on him, worshipping his cock. Such a pretty face. Such
soft, immaculate skin. He stroked Barry's hair and smooth shoulders,
and touched himself with his other hand. When he closed his eyes, it
was also Barry's naked body he saw. He wanted to fuck this pretty
boy's arse. He wanted to make him groan. But he was doing a really
good job on his cock right now.

James was pumping faster and faster now. Gareth could hear James' body
slapping against Barry's bum. Sensation was rippling through Barry's
body. It was all too much for Barry. Gasping and moaning, he had to
let go of Southgate's cock.

Noting how close Barry was getting, James kept his hand away from
Barry's cock and pushed Barry down flat on the bed. James himself
was actually getting close to climax too.

Barry's sexy moaning made Southgate itching for some pussy even more
badly. He moved behind James and shoved his cock in James' tight
chute. They were soon thrusting at the same rhythm. Rapture and lust
clouding their senses, they couldn't tell which of the groaning they
heard were their own.

It didn't take long before Barry came into the sheets. Southgate
rolled James onto his back and went on fucking right beside Barry who
now lay in an exhausted heap.

Watching his teammates fucking at such close quarters made Barry real
horny again. Almost forgetting his own tiredness, Barry grabbed James'
cock and milked it for all its worth.

Southgate came and James soon followed, spurting his load all over
Southgate's hairy torso.

Lying there, piled up with them on the cramped bed, James rested for
a while and then hit the shower. After reflecting on a good evening's
work-out, he tuned his mind back to his plan of winning over Rio's
heart.



Opengoal
opengoal@excite.com


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