Footy Fucks

Published on Feb 1, 2014

Gay

Hey dudes!

Thanks so much for the emails I received in regards to the first chapter of "Footy Fucks" I read them all and appreciated them. Keep them coming!! Haha a writer always loves getting mails about his stories.

Also, please be so kind as to make a donation to keep this wonderful archive going. The Nifty archive is like the family I never had, so even if its only a few Dollars, please find it in your heart to donate some.

If you wanna chat with me, talk to me about the story, or send me some pics #hoping - please contact me on whiteryan65@gmail.com I LOVE GETTING MAILS!!

Im also on Twitter, so feel welcome to follow me @LiciousRickie #teamFollowback

Hugs, Ryan

FOOTY FUCKS 4 Steven Gerrard Jonny Sexton Jack Wilchere Per Mertesacker Rickie Lambert Adam Lallana Thomas Muller Michael Carrick Adnan Januzaj

Steven Gerrard blinked his eyes a few fair times as he tried to make sence of it all and why he had a slightly metallic, tangy 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 Irish Rugby player Jonny Sexton 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 Jonny 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..."

"Jonny mate, please. Not now, okay? Not now."

"Mate, we have to talk about what happened last night..."

"NOTHING happened, Jonny! Forget it."

"NO! Why should I? I loved every second of it! Please don't be like this now!"

Steven felt the emotion in Jonny's voice, the Irishman with his beautiful eyes and soft black hair was actually pleading to him not to just dismiss him. Just as he was about to turn around and get dressed, Jonny 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!"

Jonny 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 Jonny? You're turning queer on me or what?"

"You didn't say that last night when you were sucking my cock, Mate!"

"FUCKIN HELL..." Steven said, sinking down to his knees, his hands covering his face. Jonny 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..."

"I'm not fucking beautiful..." Steven mumbled.

"You are, Mate. The moment I first saw you topless in your vacation pics last year in on Google and FmForums 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..."

Jonny ran his fingers through Steven's hair. Steven turned his face into Jonny's palm and leaned into the Irishman'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 of last night, yeah?"

Jonny took hold of Steven's hand, making sure that he held it firmly in his own. Steven didn't even flinch. Jonny pulled the latter upwards and slowly placed his arms around his teammate in a fierce embrace. Steven held Jonny as tight as he possibly could, stroking his strong back and shoulders.

"We gotta stop this, Jonny...its not right like...we both got kids...OH SHIT...OH FUCK!"

Steven was stopped in mid sentence as Jonny Sexton 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 Jonny away.

"I'm sorry, Jonny. 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."

Jonny took off the white wife beater he had been sleeping in and turned around at Steven, who somehow couldn't take his eyes of the toned, flat, yet built 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 Jonny over to the bed, pushed him down violently, leaving the bed to rock under their combined weight. Without so much as a warning, Jonny 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 Jonny's upper back and shoulders, and by doing so, completely removing the latter's shirt. Jonny 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 Jonny, caressing his georgeous face. The passion and lust for eachother had taken over, as Jonny's wife was the last thing on his mind right now. He reached down with both hands and placed them on the waistband of Jonny'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 Jonny's mouth, who in turn, allowed him to do so. Jonny 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 Jonny's belt, loosening it before pulling the zipper down completely, and removing the trousers. Seeing Jonny 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. Jonny'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 Jonny's.

He was breathless as Jonny 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 Jonny'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 Irishman, 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 Jonny's abs, his sides, his flesh, fuck everywhere he could lick and taste more of the sexy Jonny'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 Jonny, admiring the impressive prick before him.

Without any fear, Steven Gerrard dived onto Jonny'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 Jonny'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 Jonny'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 Jonny's dick to the hilt for the final time and held it in his very stretched throat, applying suction ever so slowly upwards as Jonny screamed his lungs out at this motion. Jonny 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 Jonny's dick off at a furious pace. It was futile trying to hang on. A fountain of cum spurted from Jonny's dick and into Gerrard's face. He dove onto the pouring cock sucking what was left for Jonny to give. While Steven sucked all that fresh protein goodness, he caressed Jonny's sexy stomach, calming him down. Gerrard, once he had swallowed every precious droplet, took his mouth off Jonny's cock, allowing the red organ to fall across Jonny'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 Jonny's babymakers. He then stood up, holding his thick prick ready infront of him.

"You ready for this, Jonny? You're ready for my prick to fuck you hard?"

Steven asked, his ripped chest heaving in anticipation of fucking this beautiful man. Jonny 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 Jonny's hole. It surprisingly gave way very easy with limited resistance, and without meaning to, he slammed his 8 incher into the younger Rugby player.

"Holy fuck!" Jonny screamed, his entire body feeling like it was on fire. Steven Gerrard leaned over, feeling sorry for Jonny, and held his head still, placing his lips on the younger man's but unlike the previous kiss, it was passionate and tender. He caressed Jonny'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 Irishman'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 Jonny 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 Jonny even faster, the sweat dripping from his hair and onto Jonny's chest.

Gerrard leaned down and licked his own sweat off Jonny, 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 Jonny of this day. Jonny grabbed Gerrard's back and pulled it even more towards him, and Gerrard found himself balls deep into Jonny. His hips thrusted and pushed into his lover more and more until Gerrard whispered in Jonny's ear...

"Im gonna fucking cum, mate."

Jonny 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 Jonny's neck as he fired his thick, white, Scouser sperm into the ass of his lover. Jonny 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 Jonny's, suddenly feeling cold all over. Gently, Jonny 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 hand resting on his now spent cock.

There won't be any chance of Steven NOT remembering THIS when he woke up later on!


Jack Wilchere, playing for Arsenal, or the Gunners as they were affectionately called, was horny as hell. Someone was on their way to the player's lounge. FUCK...Jack thought. The last thing he wanted now was company. He really just wanted to be left alone. He lifted his sexy face upwards the moment Per Mertesacker entered the room. A smile from the friendly German stud and he walked over to the Englishman.

"Hey Little Man, I thought everyone except me had gone home?" Per said.

"Nah, back to the cold gaff all alone, not a fricken chance. I'd rather drink myself into a stuper," Jack replied.

"Oh come on, its not that bad! My wife has been with her parents for three days now and you don't see me moping around here," Per said with a sly smile on his face.

"Im so fricken happy for you..." Wilchere whispered before getting up.

"You know what we did at in the Germany camp at the 2010 World Cup in South Africa before when we were bored?"

Jack Wilchere turned around and looked the sexy Mertesacker straight in the eye. Could he possibly suggest...?

"What, Per? Im actually dying to know."

Per got up and walked over to Jack. He leaned over and whispered in the Englishman's ear.

"Ever heard of Spin the Bottle? The edited version, I mean!"

"What fucking edited version? There's only one way to play Spin the Bottle, my friend. You spin the bottle and the person on which it lands you have to kiss. What...wait...no way, dude...You guys played that game with eachother at at the World Cup? How...I mean...with other guys? Motherfucker, Per, are you serious?"

Jack was so shocked, he could hardly get the words out. All the German players looked and seemed to straight and macho...

"Hell yeah we did. On days like there where there are always International Friendlies played the Gaffer used to go easy on us afterwards. Lots of us have wives with active careers and they aren't always home all the time. There's nothing homosexual or even gay to it. Its just a way for a couple of guys to help eachother out. Relieve some pent up sperm."

Per laughed at Jack's reaction when he mentioned sperm! Ofcourse he had come to hear of the Englishman's little rendevue with Wayne Rooney not so long ago. Also of him sucking off Rio Ferdinand's long donkey cock and that sexy Kyle Walker had walked in on them, complete with Jack wearing Wayne's thick cum on his cheeks and lips. At Arsenal, himself, Cesc Fabregas, Szezcesny, Olivier Giroud and Carl Jenkinson use to play this game all the time. In Per's first game whilst at the Gunners, he even got to suck off new boy Alex Song, who's cum faintly tasted of pineapples. Good times.

"So what it so different about the so called "edited' version of Spin the Bottle?" Jack asked.

"You still use the bottle and you spin it so that it lands on someone. But there is where things get different. We used a dice consisting of numbers 1 to 6. Now before the game, we gave a instruction to be performed and attached each of them to a certain number. For example, if Number 3 states "Blowjob", then if the you roll the dice and it lands on Number 3, then you have to give the person whom the bottle ended a blowjob. If Number 4 states "Masturbate", then you give jack that player off. Simple as that."

Jack could feel his English cock growing ever so harder in his tracksuit while hearing all these words coming out the mouth of one of the most sexiest players at the Gunners right now. His heart and hormones ached to give Per some sexual pleasure. Hell, any of his teammates for that matter!

"Dude I am so there! But who could we get that would possibly be interested? All of them are straight and have wives and kids and shit..."

"Jack, do you for one moment think that none of us ever crave a little fooling around with another guy? Mr Straight himself Wayne Rooney allowed you to blow that big cock of his, didn't he?"

"Yes but..."

"Yes but nothing. I'll put in a word to some of them. You will be surprised how many of them will jump at the chance to feel a man's hands all over them."

And with that, Per winked at Jack, before walking out of the lounge. Jack just hoped that Per knew what he was doing. Afterall, this was not something you would go about advertising. If the gaffer should find out about this, heaven help them.

Eventually Jack went home and played a couple of FIFA 14 games on his Playstation. He missed the times where he and Wayne were together, boy did they have fun. Jack could fondly remember him laying on Wayne's lap while watching action movies, with Wayne now and again running his slim fingers through his short, black hair. How he would lean down and ever so slightly kiss Jack on the lips, telling him he was horny and needed him, more ways than one. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from the kitchen area where he left his mobile. It was ringing, and from the Caller ID, it was Per.

"Hey Per, what's new?"

"Hey sexy, I found some of guys who are more than willing to fool around a little in our game. We're having it at my house. Be sure you're here in three hours, yeah?"

Jack was terrified. Just exactly who was these teammates of his who was willing to engage in gay sexual activities? As far as he knew, only himself, Wayne, Rio and Kyle had ever done anything with another guy. He sighed. He was invited and he was not gonna miss this for anything in the world. He dressed himself in black jean trousers, with a white t-shirt coupled off with a black leather jacket. He ran over to the bathroom and allow the water from the tap to graze his hands before running it through his hair.

There.

He looked sexy as hell, even if he had to say it himself. Tonight he was gonna have fun, come what may.


As he drove up to Per's house he saw that there was already a few cars parked in front of the house and in the drive way. As Jack got out and took off his sunglasses, his beautiful eyes widened as he immediately recognised two cars. He just couldn't believe it! Two of these cars belonged to Rickie Lambert and Adam Lallana! He immediately recognised their personalised numberplates from being with them on England duty! FUCK!! What was that Lallana fucker doing here? There would be a cold day in hell before he did anything sexual with him. Going after Jack's place in the England team, ha! As far as Rickie Lambert went...damn he was still mighty fine and sexy at the ripe age of 31. His cock hardened a little as he thought of Rickie shirtless and even less...Jack walked up to the door and rang the bell twice. Surprise, surprise as it was NOT Per who answered the door.

"Hey hey! Look what we have here! Welcome, bro!"

Jack's cock lurched at the sight of Michael Carrick. Goodness, he was so motherfucking hot! He looked at the sheer sight of Carrick's muscled arms and his ripped chest. Fuck...this was gonna be GREAT!

"Hey Michael, didn't fancy you here," Jack said, entering the house.

"Hey, I'm not into guys, mate. But with the wife only having time for the kids these days, there's no way I'm gonna pass this up. A mouth around my cock is still a mouth, regardless of the fact whether its a male or female one," Michael said, placing his arm around Jack, pulling him to his chest.

"Hey Michael, don't you dare start the fun early!"

Michael and Jack looked up straight into the eyes of Thomas Muller, who was running his left hand across his torso as he spoke.

"Thomas? You aswell? Wow, never expected you to be here!" Jack exclaimed.

"Hey, I'm not gay but I am bisexual. Me and Manuel Neuer can't keep our hands of eachother. Still cannot to this day!" the Bayern Munich player laughed and ruffled the hair on Jack's head. He could see that the little Englishman was somewhat freaked out about what was going to happen that night, so he gently pulled Jack out of Michael's grip and held his head in his hands. He slowly leaned forward and kissed Wilchere slowly on the lips. When he pulled away, he found the sparkle was back in Jack's eyes. He was much calmer now.

It was then that Per entered the room.

"Okay guys, there are refreshments on the table, make yourself at home,we're just waiting for..."

Just as he finished speaking there was a knock on the door. Per, eager to get started with the game, ran over to the door and opened it.

"Ahh, you're here! Come on in, guys!" he shouted. Jack's cock, if it was even more possible, got more hard than ever when Danny Graham and new Man United boy Adnan Januzaj entered the house. Hull City striker Danny had a nice, sexy, beefy body while Adnan was slender, handsome and very much the eighteen year old. Jack was positively drooling.

When everyone had had something to eat and drink, all 8 of the by now horny football players were gathering on the living room floor, sitting cross legged and throwing the usual banter left, right and center. Going around clockwise, was Per, Jack, Danny, Adam, Thomas, Rickie, Michael and Adnan. Then Per stood up.

"Ok guys, here are the rules. The dice contains 6 numbers. Here are the instructions. Number 1 = Licking of the torso from the navel towards the chest.

Number 2 = A kiss on the neck from behind.

Number 3 = a Passionate kiss lasting 2 minutes.

Number 4 = a Blowjob.

Number 5= The two guys hump eachother until they both cum.

And Number 6= The person on which the bottle lands must fuck the person who spun it."

"Hell no! Im all for getting my dick sucked but fucking another guy? Or letting someone fuck me? Not gonna happen!" Adnan Januzaj immediately screamed out.

"I totally second that," Michael said.

"Okay, then you leave at once," Per ordered. "All of us agree to going into all this with a open mind, or you leave. Simple as that."

Adnan and Michael were horny as fuck, Adnan even more than Michael. He wasn't married, but his girlfriend was now more interested in spending his new made money than satisfying him. He even thought of paying a whore but that idea was thrown out of the window at once. He was not Wayne Rooney or Adam Beckham afterall.

"Okay I guess. But don't expect me to enjoy it or shit," Adnan finally said, leaving Per with a huge smile on his face. Michael also nodded slowly, not trying to think of his ass may be being split open by a teammate's cock later on.

"Okay, as host, I get to spin first," Per said as he sat back down. He held the bottle close to the ground and with one quick flick, he spun the bottle. It went round and round and round in circles until it finally came to a standstill...pointing at Adam Lallana.

"Adam! You sexy fucker! Lets see what I'm gonna do with you," Per laughed, taking the dice and winking at the Southampton footballer. Per rolled the dice over the floor and it landed on 2 (a Kiss on the neck from behind).

Per stood up, smiling all the way, before reaching Adam, pulling him towards his own lanky body and giving him a soft, gentle smooch against Adam's sunbleached neck. Fuck, Adam Lallana smelled SO good...Per's 8 inch German monster was getting ready for action. The blond stud wanted to give Adam a hickey so badly.

"Good Lord, that's so fucking gay..." Michael Carrick said, looking at straight at Adam, not forgetting the stories that was going around about him and David de Gea in the United. Nevertheless it was Adam's turn, as he took the bottle from Per and quickly spun it around. He would really do anything to any of his teammates, but he prayed that the bottle wouldn't land on Thomas. Please. Anyone but Thomas Muller. There was no way he could take that fucker's mammoth dick inside him...

Adam saw the bottle stopping?directly on Jack Wilchere. Jack was flabbergasted. He fucking hated Adam! Out of seven fucking people, the bottle HAD to land on him?? Adam just laughed and threw the dice, which landed on Number 3 (a Passionate kiss lasting 2 minutes). Jack was not looking foward to this at all, as he was never gonna enjoy it. What made it worse was that Danny, Rickie, Michael and the rest began to make kissing sounds, taunting them.

"Oh shut up," Adam said as he walked over to Jack. He gently held out his hand. Jack had now choice but to take his hand and getting up. Adam looked into Jack's eyes, and gently placed his hand behind his neck, caressing the back of Jack's head. Carefully he brought his face closer and placed his lips on Jack's. The latter was determined not to enjoy it, but the moment that Adam leaned in to kiss him, his cock was hard as a rock. Adam deepened the kiss, searching for and demanding entry to Jack's mouth with his tongue. Jack moaned slightly, grabbing Adam's slim body, pulling it towards him, embracing him and caressing his back.

Jack finally allowed Adam to enter his mouth, their tongues mingling and enjoying the swapping of saliva. Jack was hating this man...but he was so loving Adam's kiss. He reached up and gently ran his fingers through Adam's soft hair. It was the Southampton man who pulled away first, leaving Jack stunned and more than a little confused. Why the fuck was his cock struggling to breathe due to sheer hardness after kissing the man who wanted his place on the England team, for fuck's sake?

"Come on, Jacko, you're turn!" Per demanded. Jack took the bottle from and twisted it around as best he could. All around and around and around until it finally landed on Adnan Januzaj.

"Hey Jack, you better throw that dice carefully, I don't think little Adnan wants to get fucked, mate!" Michael Carrick joked, causing the rest to laugh uncontrollably.

Jack looked at Adnan, his boyish features reminding him so much of himself. He took the dice and threw it on the floor. It landed on four (a Blowjob)

"Nice one, Jack! Got for it, make that young stud CUM!" Danny roared with pleasure at seeing the teenager spurt his cum down Jack's throat.

Jack looked straight into Adnan's eyes. He had been eying this dude ever since he broke into the United team. He decided to have some fun with the young bloke.

"You're a top player, Adnan. You're strong, powerful, sexy..."

"WHAT?"

"FUCK...probably shouldn't have said that, should I?" Jack taunted Adnan, but Mr Wilchere wasn't finished there.

"Adnan, yes. I'm 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."

Adnan's eyes lowered themselves to Jack's chest.

"Damnit Jack...you're ripped..." he said with sheer admiration.

"Adnan...you don't get it...I fucked around with Wayne Rooney and Rio Ferdinand. They have fucked me. I'm not a saint. And if you wanna talk about beautiful, you are fucking georgeous, mate."

Both Jack and Adnan were now strangely silent. But both of them couldn't take their eyes of eachother. It was Adnan who stepped forward first. He slowly reached out and placed his hand on Jack's bare chest. He could feel the Manchester United man's breathing increasing bit by bit.

"Damn Adnan..." Jack said before he too reached out and placed it on Adnan's shoulder. He caressed the Man United boy's shoulders before moving it upwards to cup his neck, making his way into Adnan's short cut hair, feeling the sheer texture of it. Adnan pulled Jack'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. Adnan placed his handpalmin the sexy Jack'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. Jack finally released Adnan from the kiss, and just stood there looking at the younger man, his hands caressing his back.

Jack started to gently pull Adnan's shirt over his head, admiring the Manchester United youngster's sexy, athletic psychique. Adnan's hands were all over Jack'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..." Adnan whispered, laying his head on Jack's chest.

"I wanna tastle your teen cock aswell, mate," Jack whispered back with a smile.

"Wanna 69?"

"Oh fuck yeah, Adnan!"

Both of them undressed fairly quickly, infront of their fellow football players, who was each massaging massive poles in their tracksuits. Thomas Muller's cock was leaking so bad he thought he had cum!

Jack making sure that the door was locked. Adnan felt a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach when he saw Jack's larger than average cock sticking out straight infront of him. It was hot, hard and clearly ready for action. Jack walked over to Adnan, 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.

Adnan lied on the couch and Jack joined him at the opposite end. Jack reached out and touched Adnan's hard as fuck dick. He carefully peeled the foreskin away until he was met with the raw dick of the sexy Adnan Januzaj. 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! Jack leaned it and popped the stiff dick into his mouth.

"FUCK JACK...!" Adnan moaned when he felt Jack's lips enclose around his 18 year old dick. Jack, 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 Adnan's hard prick.

Adnan placed Jack Wilchere'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. Jack's body gave a shudder as his beautiful cock was orally stimulated. Adnan rubbed his left hand all over Jack's stomach, tasting the juices that flowed form his cock. He took the cock out of his mouth, and simply tossed Jack off, every now and again licking the top of his hard fuck stick.

Jack was doing a massive job on Adnan'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. Adnan's groin pushed more into Becks's mouth, swallowing the Belgian man's cock whole, tasting and feeling the younger man's pubes against his lips. Adnan's young body spasmed as his cock was stimulated over and over and over until he couldn't handle it anymore.

Jack's mouth was immediately filled with young, teenage footy sperm. He held Adnan's dick and completely engulfed the shooting prick, swallowing, tasting, savouring every ounce of young Adnan Januzaj's rich baby juice. Jack suddenly threw Adnan off him and pinned the latter down on the bed. Adnan's sexy 18 year old chest was heaving up and down furiously, even more when he saw Jack taking his cock in his hand and starting to toss it off at lightning speed.

"That's it Jack...cum for me! Cum ON me, you sexy piece of ass!"

"Im gonna cum, Adnan...Im gonna cum all over you...OHHH FUCK...YEAH

ADNAN..."

Jack lurched his back as his Gunnerballs spurted out string after string of his Gunner protein on top of Adnan's chest, some in his sexy hair, some in the eyes, and some on his chin. Jack leaned in to lick up and squirt of sperm on Adnan's chin, before falling on the younger man in sheer exhaustion.

"That was...fucking insane, dudes!" Danny Graham whispered after the two young footy players had collapsed on top of eachother.

"Damn, and it was Jack who was supposed to give Adnan a blowy, not have them 69...but holy shit, I'm glad they broke them rules, ha!" said a very satisfied Rickie Lambert, to compliment his very hard cock.

Per walked over to the bottle on the floor and handed it to Adnan.

"Your turn, babe," he said, giving Adnan the bottle.

Adnan tiredly got himself together, took two huge breaths and twisted the bottle as hard as he could. It seemed like forever until it stopped, with the bottle landing sorely on Michael Carrick.

"Hmmm...good choice, matey," Michael said, smiling.

Adnan smiled brightly, he found his fellow United player so fucking handsome...he picked the dice up and rolled...the squared object rolled through the air and landed with a clung onto the floor.

"Holy mother of..." Per whispered.

"I can't wait to see this, dudes..." Adam breathed excitedly.

Adnan looked nervously at Michael. The thing he feared the most was happening. Michael, on the other hand was grinning broadly as he looked at the dice, displaying a resounding SIX.

Adnan Januzaj was about to get FUCKED!

(Part 2 of this chapter coming soon!)


If you enjoyed the chapter and want more, gimme suggestions on which footballers/sportsmen to use on future chapters, gimme a shout out at whiteryan65@gmail.com


Rate this story

Liked this story?

Nifty is entirely volunteer-run and relies on people like you to keep the site running. Please support the Nifty Archive and keep this content available to all!

Donate to The Nifty Archive