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FOOTBALL THROUGH TIME
*SCENE 1
MICHAEL OWEN & DAVID BECKHAM
1998 FIFA WORLD CUP*
David was flabbergasted. The dream he always had of playing in a World Cup for his beloved Three Lions was all over. As he watched the screen in the TV in the dressing room how their chances slipped away from making the Quarter Finals of the World Cup, he knew what was going to be waiting for him when they got home back to England. Oh fuck...they're gonna pin this all on me...he thought miserably. I'm gonna be enemy number fucking one! David took off his white England shirt and threw it across the room. His ripped young chest heaved up and down in sheer anger. NOTHING would have happened if that knobhead Diego Simeone had just left him alone. But David was taught form birth that if someone causes you trouble, you fight back. Scenes of white and sky blue flags were waving around the stadium in France the moment the referee blew his whistle. It was then that David knew it was all over.
The following morning David slept in on purpose as he couldn't face his teammates after what happened. Of all of them, it was pretty sure and clear that only two of them were still on his side and cared about him. That was Gary Neville and the youngster Michael Owen. Gary embraced his best friend the previous evening, giving him a kiss on his forehead and ran his fingers through Becks's sunbleached hair.
"Its gonna be fine, Becks. There will be other tournaments! Think about Victoria waiting at home to see you. Think about the wedding coming up! You can't let this rule your life!"
"Easy for you to say, Gaz. You won't be on your way back to England with newspapers stuffed into your face with headlines going "10 Heroic Lions, One Stupid Boy", now will you?"
"Fucking get a grip, Dave! You're me best mate, I can't handle you talking like this!"
"Gary, I love you, I really do. But im not good company right now. I have to phone me mum and dad, and Victoria has been calling non fucking stop..."
"Tell them I say hello, okay? Dave, look at me."
David slowly looked up the his best friend, in and out of the game. Gary placed his hand behind David's neck, feeling a few of the blond hairs which was by now standing upright. Gary slowly leaned in and placed a kiss on David's lips. He lingered for a few moments before pulling David's head against his shoulder, feeling Becks's body slowly starting to shake and tremble, feeling the first tears splashing against his chest. Gary just held David the best he could. They had a special friendship, a special kind of bond. Gary just kept on stroking David's hair over and over until the latter finally stop crying.
"Thanks mate. Thanks a lot," David mumbled as he wiped his eyes.
"No problem, mate. Get that hot body of yours downstairs and come and have some breakfast."
And with that, Gary Neville turned around with his usual arrogancy and walked out. Once they finally made it to the dining room, most of the England players had already eaten and were back in their rooms, packing or sorts. Only two were still drinking coffee, and one of them was the last person which David had the energy for right then.
"Hope your happy, Goldenboy!"
"Lay of him, Shearer! Anyone can make a mistake!"
"A mistake? You call what happened last night a mistake? Where in the rules of football does it state you fucking kick out at another player?"
"Alan, stop it, please."
"Why Michael? We fought hard to get here, to get through the group stages and look what this blond fucker has gone and done!"
"Michael, its okay, mate. You don't have to defend me. I was wrong. Alan, just leave me alone. I don't want any trouble," David said.
"Well you're gonna get fucking trouble, David! You're gonna be hated, mate! Trust me!"
Alan Shearer walked out of the dining room with David gently sitting downm, sighing and his hands covering his face.
"I'm gonna dish up for us, Dave. Be right back," Gary said. Suddenly it was only Michael and David.
"Im sorry for Alan's mate. If you ask me he was bang out of order just now."
"Thanks, Mikey."
Once more David was astounded at the youngster's beauty. Not only was Michael Owen quick, powerful, scored loads of goals and energetic, but he was a hell of an attractive bloke. David had ofcourse fooled around with a couple of guys before, including Gary and Phil, but he was generally into women. But God Almighty...Michael Owen was just fucking beautiful.
It was to be their last night in France, and they would be heading back first thing tomorrow morning. Gary and Phil asked David if he wanted to head out with them for a final time, but he declined. Everywhere he went there seemed to be newspapers and journalists wanting stories. He was defintely gonna ruin the Neville brother's evening if he joined them.
He sat on his bed wondering what to do to get the time to pass when he heard the a slight knock on the door.
"Go away!" he shouted, throwing his body backwards onto the bed.
"David, its me, Michael."
"What do you want, Mikey? Can't you lot just leave me alone?"
"Okay, if that's what you want."
David sighed and ran his fingers through his freshly washed hair.
"Mike, wait! Im opening the door!"
He was pleasanty surprised the moment he saw Michael. He was wearing a blue t-shirt and black shorts. His hair was gelled slightly and his eyes was innocent looking and mischievous at the same time.
"Thought you could do with some company, mate," Michael said as he entered. He didn't fail to notice that David didn't have a shirt on and that his hair was still wet.
"Oh God, Mikey...what is gonna happen tomorrow? When we get back home? Everyone is hating on me right now," David whispered, looking straight into Michael's eyes.
"I'll tell you what you're gonna do...not sit here and feel sorry for yourself! Because then Simeone wins! Then he will get satisfaction!"
"He already has, Mike! Look at me! I'm fucked!" David shouted.
"You are NOT! You're a top player, Dave! You're strong, powerful, sexy..."
"WHAT?"
"FUCK...probably shouldn't have said that, should I?" Michael whispered.
"David, yes. Im sorry, mate...but FUCK take a look around you! You are the most hottest, sexiest bloke I have EVER seen. I won't feel sorry for saying that because it's true, mate."
Michael's eyes lowered themselves to David's chest.
"Damnit Becks...you're ripped...
"Mikey...you don't get it...I fucked Gary and Phil. They have fucked me. I'm not a saint. And if you wanna talk about beautiful, you are fucking georgeous, mate."
Both Michael and David were now strangely silent. But both of them couldn't take their eyes of eachother. It was Michael who stepped forward first. He slowly reached out and placed his hand on David's bare chest. He could feel the Manchester United man's breathing increasing.
"Mikey..." David said before he too reached out and placed it on Michael's shoulder. He caressed the Liverpool boy's shoulders before moving it upwards to cup his neck, making his way into Michael's short cut hair, feeling the sheer texture of it. Michael pulled David's waist closer to him and swiftly placed his young teenage lips on the latter's. Both young men moaned at the sheer sensation of having another man's tongue in their mouths, making it all more of a turn on. Michael placed his handpalmin the sexy David's face, gently caressing his cheek and proper snogged him. Both of their heads was spinning. Neither of the them could believe that this was actually happening. David finally released Michael from the kiss, and just stood there looking at the younger man, his hands caressing his back.
David started to gently pull Michael's shirt over his head, admiring the Liverpudlian's sexy, athletic psychique. Michael's hands were all over David's sexy ripped six pack, feeling and appreciating every single ab, every single ridge and pectoral he felt.
"I wanna suck you off so bad right now..." Michael whispered, laying his head on David's chest.
"I wanna tastle your teen cock aswell, mate," David whispered back with a smile.
"Wanna 69?"
"Oh fuck yeah, Mikey!"
Both of them undressed fairly quickly, David making sure that the door was locked. Michael felt a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach when he saw David's larger than average cock sticking out straight infront of him. It was hot, hard and clearly ready for action. David walked over to Michael, and placed his palm on the youngster's stomach, sliding it down slowly towards his pubic hair, where his 6 inch cock was standing on attention, demanding raw sex.
"Lets not mess this up with sex, okay? Let's just get eachother off, okay? I'm marrying Victoria soon..."
"Fine with me, David. Just seeing you naked and hard like this...lets do this, Becks!"
Michael lied on the bed and David joined him at the opposite end. David reached out and touched Michael's hard as fuck dick. He carefully peeled the foreskin away until he was met with the raw dick of the sexy Michael Owen. He leaned in and gave it a smell...SO GOOD...so clean and freshly showered. Not even a hint of piss, but plently of teen pre cum! David leaned it and popped the stiff dick into his mouth.
"FUCK BECKS...!" Michael moaned when he felt David's lips enclose around his 18 year old dick. David, encouraged by this, started bobbing up and down on the stiff organ, massaging it with his tongue and lips. He held the base for a firmer grip as more and more pre cum seemed to simply burst out of Michael's hard prick.
Michael placed Beckham's long cock against his cheek, feeling the warmth that was generating from it. He licked it from the base right upwards to the bulbous head and engulfed the head. David's body gave a shudder as his beautiful cock was orally stimulated. Michael rubbed his left hand all over David's stomach, tasting the juices that flowed form his cock. He took the cock out of his mouth, and simply tossed David off, every now and again licking the top of his hard fuck stick.
David was doing a massive job on Michael's young dick, playing with his manly balls, twirling his tongue around the cockhead, tossing the length of as he sucked it, desperate for the rich white protein that lied within. Michael's groin pushed more into Becks's mouth, swallowing the Liverpool man's cock whole, tasting and feeling the younger man's pubes against his lips. Michael's young body spasmed as his cock was stimulated over and over and over until he couldn't handle it anymore.
David's mouth was immediately filled with young, teenage footy sperm. He held Michael's dick and completely engulfed the shooting prick, swallowing, tasting, savouring every ounce of young Michael Owen's rich baby juice. David suddenly threw Michael off him and pinned the latter down on the bed. Michael's sexy 18 year old chest was heaving up and down furiously, even more when he saw David taking his cock in his hand and starting to toss it off at lightning speed.
"That's it Becks...cum for me! Cum ON me, you sexy piece of ass!"
"Im gonna cum, Mikey...Im gonna cum all over you...OHHH FUCK...YEAH MIKEY...
David lurched his back as his Goldenballs spurted out string after string of his Beckham protein on top of Michael's chest, some in his sexy hair, some in the eyes, and some on his chin. David leaned in to lick up and squirt of sperm on Michael's chin, before falling on the younger man in sheer exhaustion.
*SCENE 2
STEVEN GERRARD & XABI ALONSO
2006 FA CUP FINAL*
It was silent as Steven woke up from his slumber. It was the day after Liverpool won the 2006 FA Cup Final after being 3-2 down against West Ham United with literally seconds to go bfore Stevie G, as he was affectionately known, scored a cracker to force extra time and subsequent penalties to defeat the London club. But things went a bit too far the previous evening.
Steven blinked his eyes a few fair times as he tried to make sence of it all and why he had a slightly metallic, tagy taste in his mouth. His eyes wondered over to the spot next to him. One of his best friends on and off and pitch, the Spaniard Xabi Alonso was still sleeping peacefully. Steven ran his hand through his short light brown hair and suddenly a flashback triggered him running to the bathroom and vomiting his guts out. That woke Xabi up. Steven was wiping his mouth and breathing in and out heavily when he felt a presence behind him. He quickly grabbed a towel and wiped off the rest of the residue.
"Steven..."
"Xabi mate, please. Not now, okay? Not now."
"Amigo, we have to talk about what happened last night..."
"NOTHING happened, Xabi! Forget it."
"NO! Why should I? I loved every second of it! Please don't be like this now!"
Steven felt the emotion in Xabi's voice, the Spaniard with his beautiful eyes and soft brown hair was actually pleading to him not to just dismiss him. Just as he was about to turn around and get dressed, Xabi spoke again.
"Was last night at a celebration to you? Was it just words to you? Answer me!"
"What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do?"
"This!"
Xabi grabbed Steven and roughly pushed him against the wall of the room. He nearly jumped on top of Steven as he pushed his tongue into the Livepool captain's mouth, pulling Gerrard closer to him. That didn't last long as Steven pushed him away with force.
"What the fuck Xabi? You're turning queer on me or what?"
"You didn't say that last night when you were sucking my cock, amigo!"
"FUCKIN HELL..." Steven said, sinking down to his knees, his hands covering his face. Xabi gently walked over to Steven and kneeled down beside him. He reached out and placed his hand on Steven's shoulder.
"Its okay, you know. I don't think less of you. You're a beautiful man..."
"Im not fucking beautiful..." Steven mumbled.
"You are, Amigo. The moment I first saw you naked last year in the dressing room I knew I wanted to have you. To feel your strong chest against mine. To feel that Scouser dick grow in my mouth as I sucked on it. To have you in my arms..."
Xabi ran his fingers through Steven's hair. Steven turned his face into Xabi's palm and leaned into the Spaniard's touch.
"How the fuck did we turn queer for eachother like this?" he whispered with remorse.
"Just happened, didn't it. When someone makes me horny, I want them. And right now, I want you, Steven Gerrard. Lets have a repeat performance, yeah?"
Xabi took hold of Steven's hand, making sure that he held it firmly in his own. Steven didn't even flinch. Xabi pulled the latter upwards and slowly placed his arms around his teammate in a fierce embrace. Steven held Xabi as tight as he possibly could, stroking his strong back and shoulders.
"We gotta stop this, Xabi...its not right like...we both got kids...OH MY GOSH...!"
Steven was stopped in mid sentence as Xabi Alonso leaned in and started kissing his neck softly. Before last night he had never done anything with another guy, before, but how the hell could something that felt to right, be wrong? Gently, he pushed Xabi away.
"Im sorry, Alonso. I'm not gay, yeah? Please, I gotta go..."
"No one needs to know, Stevie. Besides, we already fucked last night. What's one more little fling? Its just two friends helping eachother out. I wanna see that hot body and cock you got. I wanna feel your hot pulsating dick as it blasts sperm into me. I wanna see the look on your face as you cum."
Xabi took off the white wife beater he had been sleeping in and turned aruond at Steven, who somehow couldn't take his eyes of the hairy stomach of his teammate. Perfectly poised and sculpted pecs, belonging to a motherfucking sexy guy. It was as something inside Steven Gerrard had broken and forced its way to the surface.
He pushed Xabi over to the bed, pushed him down violently, leaving the bed to rock under their combined weight. Without so much as a warning, Xabi smashed his lips onto the latter's. Steven was shocked that this supposedly straight footballer was kissing the living crap out of him, but fuckin hell, he wasn't about to complain. He deepend the already desperate kiss when he reached up and ran his hands over Xabi's upper back and shoulders, and by doing so, completely removing the latter's shirt. Xabi had never before in all his years of fucking women, felt so horny and so needy to devour what was in front of him. Feeling his own ripped chest against the equally build chest of Steven Gerrard nearly drove him over the edge. There was just something else about knowing it was another bloke, that made it so forbidden, but more exciting. It was Steven who released Xabi, caressing his georgeous face. The passion and lust for eachother had taken over, as Xabi's wife was the last thing on his mind right now. He reached down with both hands and placed them on the waistband of Xabi's trousers.
He felt the younger man shudder a bit, and therefore leaned over his body for yet another kiss, this time pushing his tongue, asking, demanding entry into Xabi's mouth, who in turn, allowed him to do so. Xabi gasped when he felt Steven's warm hands caressing his body all the way from his trousers to his upper chest, feeling the strong, sexy, muscled ridges one more time. Steven then reluctantly pulled away, and gently reached for the buckle of Xabi's belt, loosening it before pulling the zipper down completely, and removing the trousers. Seeing Alonso lying before him with just his Calvin Klein boxers on almost made Gerrard cum and fast. He swallowed before reaching for the waistband once more and slippled those tight boxers off.
It was indeed a rare sight to behold. Xabi's rock as fuck hard dick was pointing straight towards the sky, with a slight curve to the right. It was a beauty of a male organ, as Steven quickly estimated a size of about 7.5 inches.
"You know what to do, my friend."
While the latter held his cock into position, Steven Gerrard quickly took off his own trousers and underwear, leaving his 8 inch cock dangling ever so dangerous in the air and in anticipation. Soon Gerrard couldn't stand the sexual tension any longer and his leaned down onto the bed, placing his entire naked body on top of Alonso's. He was breathless as Xabi this time pulled him into another rough and manly kiss, forcing his tongue deep into the England midfielder's mouth. Wanting more, Gerrard pulled away, as he dived onto Xabi's nipples, taking careful turns with each of them, lightly sucking on them both, eventually leading to biting on the nipple as he continued to pleasure the Spaniard, who in turn ran his hands through Steven's soft hair, letting him know he was greatful for what he was doing.
Steven, inch by inch was making love with Xabi's abs, his sides, his flesh, fuck everywhere he could lick and taste more of the sexy Alonso's skin. That was until he felt something hard, needy and warm poking his own stomach. Gerrard made himself confortable on his knees infront of Alonso, admiring the impressive prick before him.
Gerrard dived onto Xabi's hard cock, starting at the base and slowly making his way upwards to the head, tracing the the lines of the thick veins as he went along. His tongue then began to lap at the pre cum that was positively pouring from the cock and allowed his tongue to brush over Alonso's bulbous cockhead, so much so that the older man thrusted his body upwards and his cock straight down Gerrard's throat! He buried his face in the thick bush of pubic hair before he allowed his mouth to travel back up Xabi's throbbing dick. His lips and tongue were travelling all over the cock, kissing, licking and swallowing any juices that he was given.
Steven took Xabi's dick to the hilt for the final time and held it in his very stretched throat, applying suction ever so slowly upwards as Alonso screamed his lungs out at this motion. Xabi felt his body stiffen and his sperm filled balls drawed up close to his groin. Gerrard, sencing this, took the cock out of his mouth and started to jack Alonso's dick off at a furious pace. It was futile trying to hang on. A fountain of cum spurted from Xabi's dick and into Gerrard's face. He dove onto the pouring cock sucking what was left for Xabi to give. While Steven sucked all that fresh protein goodness, he caressed Alonso's sexy stomach, calming him down. Gerrard, once he had swallowed every precious droplet, took his mouth off Xabi's cock, allowing the red organ to fall across Alonso's lower stomach.
Steven wiped the excess sperm on his face off and reached down to give his own 8 incher a toss or two before coating the hard organ with Alonso's babymakers. He then stood up, holding his thick prick ready infront of him.
"You ready for this, Xabi? You're ready for my prick to fuck you hard?"
Steven asked, his ripped chest heaving in anticipation of fucking this beautiful man. Alonso didn't even have the strength to object to being fucked for the very first time. He was way over that. He simply couldn't stop himself, he wanted to feel that Steven's dick would feel like in his ass. He nodded slowly and Gerrard smiled. The latter placed his cockhead to Xabi's hole. It surprisingly gave way very easy with limited resistance, and without meaning to, he slammed his 8 incher into the older man.
"Holy fuck!" Xabi screamed, his entire body feeling like it was on fire. Steven Gerrard leaned over, feeling sorry for Xabi, and held his head still, placing his lips on the older man's but unlike the previous kiss, it was passionate and tender. He caressed Alonso's short, sweaty hair as they kissed, and even though the latter's ass still strung like a real motherfucker, it was getting better with each thrust Gerrard gave him.
Gerrard felt his cock sliding around the Spaniard's tightish ass, as he moved his dick gently in and out of the warm canal. He began thrusting with hard and big movements of his hips, leaving his ripped six pack abs throroughly exposed and clear for Alonso to see. It was indeed a treat, the sweat dripping off that beautiful Gerrard body. All to soon Gerrard felt the tingling in his balls and started fucking Xabi even faster, the sweat dripping from his hair and onto Xabi's chest.
Gerrard leaned down and licked his own sweat off Alonso, not stopping there, as he licked his way upwards to the older man's neck, making sure that he left a hickey that would remind Xabi of this day. Xabi grabbed Gerrard's back and pulled it even more towards him, and Gerrard found himself balls deep into Alonso. His hips thrusted and pushed into his lover more and more until Gerrard whispered in Xabi's ear...
"Im gonna fucking cum, mate."
Alonso moaned, grabbed Steven's short hair and held on like his life depended on it. Gerrard gave a few final thusts before he closed his eyes and buried his face into Alonso's neck as he fired his thick, white, Scouser sperm into the ass of his lover. Alonso held Gerrard's hair to his chest, kissing the younger man over and over until it was all over. Gerrard simply collapsed his body onto Alonso's, suddenly feeling cold all over. Gently, Alonso pulled his body from Gerrard's, in the process pulling Steven's leaking dick from his well used ass. He pulled the duvet from the bed over both of them as before he felt Steven's arms hugging him from behind, feeling Steven's hands wander all over his chest.
END OF THE FIRST CHAPTER!!!
This series will always contain 2 parts, of two different time frames. I'll write about any footy players from the year 1996 to the present time, like I did with David and Michael (1998) and with Steven and Xabi (2006)
Please mail me if you enjoyed the story!! Send me an e-mail at whiteryan65@gmail.com I always make sure that I reply to each and every one I get! Suggestions concerning footy players to write about is ALWAYS welcome!
Ryan White