Spin it round again (Part 3)
Disclaimer and stuff on the entry before this one.
Yet, remember this is M!!!
Michael and Jonny went inside a room. The younger man was already blushing when the striker walked on to him.
“I’m flattered by what you think of me,” the Golden Boy insisted.
“It’s the truth. Never thought you would ever pay attention to me, though.”
Michael put his arms around the defender.
“You’re a pretty boy. I don’t know if I’ll fall in love…” he smiled. “But I’m willing to try.”
“Try hard,” Jonny almost pleaded, before they started kissing, and they fell on the bed, their hands touching, their bodies exploring, not even bothering to take off their clothes as they rubbed their groins against each other until they came, staining their clothes, falling asleep in each other’s arms.
David and Phil entered their room, and both sat down on the bed, the English boy touching the goalkeeper’s face gently.
“You’re so lovely,” Phil whispered. “I really, really, wanted to have a dare where I could kiss you. When I licked you and they told me it was not you, I was disappointed. But now… Now…”
The kiss was slow and sweet.
“You really fantasize about me?” Phil went on.
“Yes,” David nodded. “What I did with the pillow… I… Jonesy…”
“You want it?”
“If you’re gentle.” The Spanish kid lowered his gaze. He felt just a tiny bit embarrassed to admit he was a virgin.
“I’d never hurt you, David.”
The goalie smiled, and just let the defender’s hands wander around, get him naked.
“I’m skinny,” he noted, even though it was obvious.
“I like you that way,” Phil was removing his own clothes.
Another kiss, and the English boy laid down on the bed, pumping at his cock, until it was fully erect, looking as if it was sprouting from his body.
David swallowed a bit. “Will it… you know… go in?”
Phil looked at himself.
“Let’s see what we can do.”
The defender looked at the nighttable at his side and pulled out what looked like a tube with body lotion.
“I think this will work.”
Phil coated his cock with the lotion, and then motioned at David to get closer to him. The goalkeeper did so, and the defender coated his fingers with the lotion now, and started introducing one, slowly, inside the Spanish kid’s tight hole, making him shiver a little.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” Phil gasped.
“It’s ok,” David whimpered a little, but nonetheless added: “I still want to feel you inside.”
“Oh, David…”
The lanky goalie then placed his legs astride Phil’s body, and gently lowered his small weight on the erect shaft, feeling himself being opened, filled, complete-
It finally reached his sweet spot, and he moaned, closing his eyes. Phil was moaning too, clenching his jaw at the sight before him.
“It feels so good, David,” the Englishman whispered, a breathy whisper. “How about you?”
“Jonesy… It’s good. It really is.”
He started out slow, but, after a moment, the skinny kid was moving slowly on Phil’s erection, riding him as he had done the pillow, his fingers buried on his hips, his eyes fixed on his blue eyes.
And now, he felt free enough to call out his defender’s name.
“Jonesy… Phil… Fuck… I love you Phil…”
“So lovely…” the Englishman answered. “Beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
David’s dick had become hard as he had been penetrated-now, it almost seemed as if the tender words from his lover’s mouth were some kind of cue. He came, immediately, staining the Englishman’s chest with his seed.
The feeling of David’s semen against his skin made Phil come as well, inside the skinny boy-and, as he did, he gathered the goalie up in his arms, and pressed a long kiss to his lips.
Chicha and Roo entered a room-their urgency was tangible. In fact, the Mexican kid was already playing with the English striker’s jeans by the time they got in, wanting to unzip them, wanting to free that cock.
“Ya r’ly wanna suck me off, ‘uh?” Wayne breathed, already looking forward to what was about to happen.
“Yes, yes I do,” the Mexican answered, and pretty soon his hands found what he was looking for among the jeans and underwear-Wayne’s cock was free, beginning to get hard, but not hard enough for Javier, who got down on his knees and took the length in his mouth, making Roo moan out, loudly, as the other striker’s tongue moved all over his member, enjoying it as if it had been a lollipop.
“Oh, yeah…” Now the Englishman was getting naked, removing his shirt and then his unzipped jeans and opened briefs. They were so unnecessary, now that he was rock-hard…
Chicha only stopped enough to let Wayne get rid of his clothing, before he went back to the shaft. However, he took a deep breath then…
And deep-throated the Englishman.
Wayne didn’t last that long. As soon as he felt his cock brush what felt like the back of Javier’s throat, he immediately came, releasing his seed inside his teammate’s throat.
“You liked it?” the Mexican asked when he got up.
“Oh I did,” the Roo almost growled, before going for the younger man’s clothes.
They were ripped off, and then, Wayne pushed Javier towards the bed, where the younger striker let himself fall down, looking at the Englishman expectantly.
“So…”
“Ya ready?” Roo completed the sentence.
“Definitely. I was horny and wanting the game to be over, damnit.”
“But ya won’ need-“
“Don’t care if it hurts, you’re killing me, Wayne! Come on!”
The Englishman wasn’t used to his companion being so forward-Chicha was usually quiet and sweet. Yet, that exclamation of desire was enough to get him half-hard again.
He used his saliva as lube, licking his fingers so he could slide them, one by one, inside Javier-one, two, three, and the boy was moaning, writhing, calling out Wayne’s name. Even when he arched, perhaps a little uncomfortable, to receive the Englishman’s cock-it didn’t last too long. Immediately, Javier surrendered to the pleasure, moving his body to meet each of his lover’s thrust, slowly at first, until lust overcame them and all of a sudden they were tangled, arms and legs hooked around Wayne’s waist and back, him rushing inside Chicha until he came and the Mexican kid did too, leaving them as a panting, soiled heap on the bed.
In the privacy of their room, Giggs and Berba were free to act out whatever fantasy they wanted.
“You were saying, Master…” the Bulgarian’s eyes shone in a teasing manner. He was so hard it almost hurt.
“I wanted ya on yer knees,” the older man whispered, “but now ya’re here with me. So, Dimi, touch yourself while I get ready.”
The striker smiled in such a way his teeth shone, before sitting on the bed. His hand traveled along his abs, perfect, rippling, before they reached his cock and started pumping, slowly…
Ryan was taking his clothes off mechanically, his eyes fixed on the man before him.
Dimitar licked his lips and pumped harder.
Giggsy was naked then, and all his blood had gone to a certain zone of his anatomy, so he couldn’t really think.
Dimi tossed his head back and closed his eyes. He was leaking.
“Stop. Now,” the older man gasped.
The striker’s hand froze on his dick.
“I don’t want ya to come,” Giggsy moaned, and then ordered: “Now. On all fours. On the floor. And give that nice arse ta me.”
Dimitar did as he was told, and Ryan positioned himself behind the striker, and started pushing at his entrance with his stiff cock-and placed his hand over the younger man’s member.
“Try not to come. If you come, ya’ll have to come again for me.”
The problem was, with the first thrust, Dimi released-and that earned him a complaint.
“Whut did I say? Now, I won’t move until ya’re hard again.”
“Aw, fuck you,” the Bulgarian complained. He really wanted more.
“Then get it up.”
However, Giggs started rubbing his teammate’s limp shaft-with those experienced hands rubbing it, it was not long before the younger man was hard again. And just in time, the midfielder thought-he really wanted to keep on exploring that hole in which he still was buried.
“Now you will-fuck!” Ryan’s thrusts were hard and desperate, and Dimi screamed, moaned, even whimpered as he felt himself being pounded, a slave indeed.
“Oh yeah… shit… I really couldn’t stop looking at ya, Dimitar Berbatov,” Giggs confessed, once again, among gasps and growls.
The Bulgarian couldn’t answer-he was trying hard to balance his brain between the great pleasure he felt and trying not to come so it wouldn’t stop-
When he felt Ryan’s fluids filling him, the tension of his body slacked, and Dimi came, heavily, for the second time that night, breathing heavily, but already thinking he would love to be Ryan’s slave, full time.
Meanwhile, the three remaining men had not even bothered to leave the living room. After all, it was Rio’s house, wasn’t it?
Ed was kneeling on the carpet, a cock on each hand, taking turns at sucking. Rio first, then Vida, and while his mouth worked earnestly at a shaft his hand pumped with the same rhythm, not leaving any of the defenders unattended.
“Ngh,” Rio moaned. “Good ‘un, Eddie… Ruud taught ya that, uh?”
“Shut up,” Ed paused, before going to Vida’s cock. The Serbian then let out a curse and said:
“I don’t wanna come yet. No. Ed…”
The goalkeeper stopped and looked at his teammate. He smiled.
“Ok. You go first.”
Nemanja didn’t even pause to think. He laid down on the floor, his cock pointing at the roof until Edwin sat on top of it and started moving. His long dick, stiff against his stomach, was leaking already, and Rio, who at first was busy stroking himself, took notice of that.
Immediately, his big hands wrapped around the Dutchman’s shaft, and started pumping it at a fast rhythm, contrasting with the Serbian’s slow strokes.
Ed closed his eyes, cursed, and but his lips so hard blood came out-he was being fucked slowly, Vida taking his time to move his hips up, but his cock was being treated roughly, it was going fast, and being trapped between those opposing forces was just too much for him to take. Eventually, he surrendered to Rio’s movements (the Englishman smiled) and started riding Nemanja frantically.
“Fuck… Edwin!” That was the Serbian, who released after a moment. Ed did so too, coating Rio’s hand with his semen.
“Oh yeah,” Rio growled and then ordered: “Vida. Don’t let ‘im rest, willya?”
Edwin’s slender body was lifted then from the Serbian’s muscular build, and his arse was again occupied, now with Rio’s long cock.
The Dutchman couldn’t even moan, for Vida slid his shaft inside his mouth.
“Luvly,” Rio insisted, and started thrusting, while his hand went back to Ed’s cock, recently released, and back to the rough treatment. He wanted the goalkeeper up again.
Edwin couldn’t do anything to help it-not that he wanted to. It felt so good, to be at the mercy of both men, so he just let himself be fucked both sides, Rio Ferdinand going in and out, in and out, making his body shake, and Vida fucking his mouth, not so deep so he wouldn’t gag, but quickly too, making it hard to even use his tongue, his own dick burning at the sensual pressure of having to get hard again at such short notice.
He didn’t know how long it lasted. Both defenders had a great deal of stamina-he came first, and then he was released, so he rolled on the floor, gasping-only to be greeted by a shower of fluids all over his chest. Both Vida and Rio had released on him.
After a moment of panting and breathing hard, Edwin opened his eyes, and traced a pattern on his white chest. Rio and Nemanja were settling at his side, one at the left and one at the right, playing with his hair, nibbling at his earlobes.
“Three’s a party, said it,” the Englishman chuckled.
Nemanja laughed, and Edwin smiled brightly.
“I love this game,” he concluded.
Yet, remember this is M!!!
Michael and Jonny went inside a room. The younger man was already blushing when the striker walked on to him.
“I’m flattered by what you think of me,” the Golden Boy insisted.
“It’s the truth. Never thought you would ever pay attention to me, though.”
Michael put his arms around the defender.
“You’re a pretty boy. I don’t know if I’ll fall in love…” he smiled. “But I’m willing to try.”
“Try hard,” Jonny almost pleaded, before they started kissing, and they fell on the bed, their hands touching, their bodies exploring, not even bothering to take off their clothes as they rubbed their groins against each other until they came, staining their clothes, falling asleep in each other’s arms.
David and Phil entered their room, and both sat down on the bed, the English boy touching the goalkeeper’s face gently.
“You’re so lovely,” Phil whispered. “I really, really, wanted to have a dare where I could kiss you. When I licked you and they told me it was not you, I was disappointed. But now… Now…”
The kiss was slow and sweet.
“You really fantasize about me?” Phil went on.
“Yes,” David nodded. “What I did with the pillow… I… Jonesy…”
“You want it?”
“If you’re gentle.” The Spanish kid lowered his gaze. He felt just a tiny bit embarrassed to admit he was a virgin.
“I’d never hurt you, David.”
The goalie smiled, and just let the defender’s hands wander around, get him naked.
“I’m skinny,” he noted, even though it was obvious.
“I like you that way,” Phil was removing his own clothes.
Another kiss, and the English boy laid down on the bed, pumping at his cock, until it was fully erect, looking as if it was sprouting from his body.
David swallowed a bit. “Will it… you know… go in?”
Phil looked at himself.
“Let’s see what we can do.”
The defender looked at the nighttable at his side and pulled out what looked like a tube with body lotion.
“I think this will work.”
Phil coated his cock with the lotion, and then motioned at David to get closer to him. The goalkeeper did so, and the defender coated his fingers with the lotion now, and started introducing one, slowly, inside the Spanish kid’s tight hole, making him shiver a little.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” Phil gasped.
“It’s ok,” David whimpered a little, but nonetheless added: “I still want to feel you inside.”
“Oh, David…”
The lanky goalie then placed his legs astride Phil’s body, and gently lowered his small weight on the erect shaft, feeling himself being opened, filled, complete-
It finally reached his sweet spot, and he moaned, closing his eyes. Phil was moaning too, clenching his jaw at the sight before him.
“It feels so good, David,” the Englishman whispered, a breathy whisper. “How about you?”
“Jonesy… It’s good. It really is.”
He started out slow, but, after a moment, the skinny kid was moving slowly on Phil’s erection, riding him as he had done the pillow, his fingers buried on his hips, his eyes fixed on his blue eyes.
And now, he felt free enough to call out his defender’s name.
“Jonesy… Phil… Fuck… I love you Phil…”
“So lovely…” the Englishman answered. “Beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
David’s dick had become hard as he had been penetrated-now, it almost seemed as if the tender words from his lover’s mouth were some kind of cue. He came, immediately, staining the Englishman’s chest with his seed.
The feeling of David’s semen against his skin made Phil come as well, inside the skinny boy-and, as he did, he gathered the goalie up in his arms, and pressed a long kiss to his lips.
Chicha and Roo entered a room-their urgency was tangible. In fact, the Mexican kid was already playing with the English striker’s jeans by the time they got in, wanting to unzip them, wanting to free that cock.
“Ya r’ly wanna suck me off, ‘uh?” Wayne breathed, already looking forward to what was about to happen.
“Yes, yes I do,” the Mexican answered, and pretty soon his hands found what he was looking for among the jeans and underwear-Wayne’s cock was free, beginning to get hard, but not hard enough for Javier, who got down on his knees and took the length in his mouth, making Roo moan out, loudly, as the other striker’s tongue moved all over his member, enjoying it as if it had been a lollipop.
“Oh, yeah…” Now the Englishman was getting naked, removing his shirt and then his unzipped jeans and opened briefs. They were so unnecessary, now that he was rock-hard…
Chicha only stopped enough to let Wayne get rid of his clothing, before he went back to the shaft. However, he took a deep breath then…
And deep-throated the Englishman.
Wayne didn’t last that long. As soon as he felt his cock brush what felt like the back of Javier’s throat, he immediately came, releasing his seed inside his teammate’s throat.
“You liked it?” the Mexican asked when he got up.
“Oh I did,” the Roo almost growled, before going for the younger man’s clothes.
They were ripped off, and then, Wayne pushed Javier towards the bed, where the younger striker let himself fall down, looking at the Englishman expectantly.
“So…”
“Ya ready?” Roo completed the sentence.
“Definitely. I was horny and wanting the game to be over, damnit.”
“But ya won’ need-“
“Don’t care if it hurts, you’re killing me, Wayne! Come on!”
The Englishman wasn’t used to his companion being so forward-Chicha was usually quiet and sweet. Yet, that exclamation of desire was enough to get him half-hard again.
He used his saliva as lube, licking his fingers so he could slide them, one by one, inside Javier-one, two, three, and the boy was moaning, writhing, calling out Wayne’s name. Even when he arched, perhaps a little uncomfortable, to receive the Englishman’s cock-it didn’t last too long. Immediately, Javier surrendered to the pleasure, moving his body to meet each of his lover’s thrust, slowly at first, until lust overcame them and all of a sudden they were tangled, arms and legs hooked around Wayne’s waist and back, him rushing inside Chicha until he came and the Mexican kid did too, leaving them as a panting, soiled heap on the bed.
In the privacy of their room, Giggs and Berba were free to act out whatever fantasy they wanted.
“You were saying, Master…” the Bulgarian’s eyes shone in a teasing manner. He was so hard it almost hurt.
“I wanted ya on yer knees,” the older man whispered, “but now ya’re here with me. So, Dimi, touch yourself while I get ready.”
The striker smiled in such a way his teeth shone, before sitting on the bed. His hand traveled along his abs, perfect, rippling, before they reached his cock and started pumping, slowly…
Ryan was taking his clothes off mechanically, his eyes fixed on the man before him.
Dimitar licked his lips and pumped harder.
Giggsy was naked then, and all his blood had gone to a certain zone of his anatomy, so he couldn’t really think.
Dimi tossed his head back and closed his eyes. He was leaking.
“Stop. Now,” the older man gasped.
The striker’s hand froze on his dick.
“I don’t want ya to come,” Giggsy moaned, and then ordered: “Now. On all fours. On the floor. And give that nice arse ta me.”
Dimitar did as he was told, and Ryan positioned himself behind the striker, and started pushing at his entrance with his stiff cock-and placed his hand over the younger man’s member.
“Try not to come. If you come, ya’ll have to come again for me.”
The problem was, with the first thrust, Dimi released-and that earned him a complaint.
“Whut did I say? Now, I won’t move until ya’re hard again.”
“Aw, fuck you,” the Bulgarian complained. He really wanted more.
“Then get it up.”
However, Giggs started rubbing his teammate’s limp shaft-with those experienced hands rubbing it, it was not long before the younger man was hard again. And just in time, the midfielder thought-he really wanted to keep on exploring that hole in which he still was buried.
“Now you will-fuck!” Ryan’s thrusts were hard and desperate, and Dimi screamed, moaned, even whimpered as he felt himself being pounded, a slave indeed.
“Oh yeah… shit… I really couldn’t stop looking at ya, Dimitar Berbatov,” Giggs confessed, once again, among gasps and growls.
The Bulgarian couldn’t answer-he was trying hard to balance his brain between the great pleasure he felt and trying not to come so it wouldn’t stop-
When he felt Ryan’s fluids filling him, the tension of his body slacked, and Dimi came, heavily, for the second time that night, breathing heavily, but already thinking he would love to be Ryan’s slave, full time.
Meanwhile, the three remaining men had not even bothered to leave the living room. After all, it was Rio’s house, wasn’t it?
Ed was kneeling on the carpet, a cock on each hand, taking turns at sucking. Rio first, then Vida, and while his mouth worked earnestly at a shaft his hand pumped with the same rhythm, not leaving any of the defenders unattended.
“Ngh,” Rio moaned. “Good ‘un, Eddie… Ruud taught ya that, uh?”
“Shut up,” Ed paused, before going to Vida’s cock. The Serbian then let out a curse and said:
“I don’t wanna come yet. No. Ed…”
The goalkeeper stopped and looked at his teammate. He smiled.
“Ok. You go first.”
Nemanja didn’t even pause to think. He laid down on the floor, his cock pointing at the roof until Edwin sat on top of it and started moving. His long dick, stiff against his stomach, was leaking already, and Rio, who at first was busy stroking himself, took notice of that.
Immediately, his big hands wrapped around the Dutchman’s shaft, and started pumping it at a fast rhythm, contrasting with the Serbian’s slow strokes.
Ed closed his eyes, cursed, and but his lips so hard blood came out-he was being fucked slowly, Vida taking his time to move his hips up, but his cock was being treated roughly, it was going fast, and being trapped between those opposing forces was just too much for him to take. Eventually, he surrendered to Rio’s movements (the Englishman smiled) and started riding Nemanja frantically.
“Fuck… Edwin!” That was the Serbian, who released after a moment. Ed did so too, coating Rio’s hand with his semen.
“Oh yeah,” Rio growled and then ordered: “Vida. Don’t let ‘im rest, willya?”
Edwin’s slender body was lifted then from the Serbian’s muscular build, and his arse was again occupied, now with Rio’s long cock.
The Dutchman couldn’t even moan, for Vida slid his shaft inside his mouth.
“Luvly,” Rio insisted, and started thrusting, while his hand went back to Ed’s cock, recently released, and back to the rough treatment. He wanted the goalkeeper up again.
Edwin couldn’t do anything to help it-not that he wanted to. It felt so good, to be at the mercy of both men, so he just let himself be fucked both sides, Rio Ferdinand going in and out, in and out, making his body shake, and Vida fucking his mouth, not so deep so he wouldn’t gag, but quickly too, making it hard to even use his tongue, his own dick burning at the sensual pressure of having to get hard again at such short notice.
He didn’t know how long it lasted. Both defenders had a great deal of stamina-he came first, and then he was released, so he rolled on the floor, gasping-only to be greeted by a shower of fluids all over his chest. Both Vida and Rio had released on him.
After a moment of panting and breathing hard, Edwin opened his eyes, and traced a pattern on his white chest. Rio and Nemanja were settling at his side, one at the left and one at the right, playing with his hair, nibbling at his earlobes.
“Three’s a party, said it,” the Englishman chuckled.
Nemanja laughed, and Edwin smiled brightly.
“I love this game,” he concluded.