Hey guys. Due to probs with my own laptop, I have had to make use of a friend's computer and since he does not have an Internet conncection, I have to send this from an internet café. A lot of you guys liked my story about Man U and Boro, so I hope that you will enjoy this one too.
Please keep in mind that I wrote this story in the days before I myself had a computer of my own or internet. I apologize, but this is wonderful for me as I never thought that I could actually post this when I wrote it in 2006. Hope that does not hinder you to enjoy it though.
Any comments, critics or suggestions about football players, I love writing stories about them! So just give me a little note at larenzaprince@yahoo.com
Larenza Prince
Carrick the Great
(2006)
When Michael woke up the following morning, he was still dazed at exactly what had happened the previous night. He actually had sex with his new club teammate, Nemanja Vidic. The feeling of the Serb's strong, muscular arms around him, naked...
Two weeks had passed and even though Nemanja had not spoken to him since, Michael wasn't as upset as he thought that he would be. It was Wednesday and that night it was the England game against Greece, which was also the first international game under new coach, Steve McClaren. (Note to reader, remember I wrote this in 2006). The team trained all day and felt confidant, determined not to let McClaren down. Michael was training alongside Peter Crouch, the English giant. Michael and Peter had become good friends since Crouch had joined the England squad. After training, it was down to showers, Michael's favorite time of traning. He watched out of the corner of his eye to see Gary Neville undress, seeing that cock, which right at that moment, he sooo wished could be in his wet sucking mouth, dangling from his sexy body. Meanwhile, Peter Crouch had seen Michael look at Gary, and particulary his cock and he started to wonder...
Peter Crouch scored in the 4-0 win over the reigning European champions Greece and the whole squad was in celebration. During the match, Peter had wondered about whaqt he had seen in the locker room, Carrick checking out Neville. No, it couldn't be. The players finished showering after which most went home. Peter saw Michael still standing underneath the shower and decided to wait for him. He had to know whether Carrick was gay or not. Peter had never thought sexually about another guy before, but this kinda intrigued him. Michael Carrick was very good looking. When Michael finished, he came out of the shower without seeing Peter, and took the towel that we was wearing off his waist. Peter looked at Michael with this heart in his throat.
"For fuck's sake, he is sexy," he thought silently. His cock seemed to agree as it began to harden. He stood up and Michael finally spotted Peter.
"Hey, what are you still doing here?" Michael asked.
"I wanted to talk to you, rather ask you something."
"What, mate?" Michael was now curious. Peter was so formal...
Peter tried not to stare at Michael's wet and muscular six pack.
"Is it my imagination, or did you perve all over Gary before and after training today?"
Michael got cold. Peter definetly saw him, but never in a million years could he admit to this. But the silence gave Peter the answer that he was looking for.
"So you did."
Short and sweet. Michael couldn't look at Peter. Suddenly he was dead ashamed for looking at a naked Gary Neville. He was ashamed for having sex with the sexy Nemanja Vidic. It all wasn't worth being a footballer and being ousted like this. The Manchester public will never let him life this down...He got more frightned when suddenly; Peter lifted up his chin to two fingers, leaned forward quickly and kissed him. Michael Carrick was stunned. He was being kissed by Peter Crouch? Fucking unbelieveble! "What...why are you doing this?" he asked Peter as he pulled away.
"Hey, what does Gazza have that I don't?" he joked. Michael took Peter in as he kissed him again. Peter took off his England shirt to reveal a glorious, fuckible eight pack chest that was twice as big and as ripped as Nemanja's. Michael moved forward to rub his hands over Peter's body, carressing every peck and ripped muscle. Peter in turn rubbed his hands all over Michael's butt and upper back. After that, Peter leaned down to kiss Michael's neck and shoulders. He kissed his way down Michael's strong stomach until he was face to face with Michael Carrick's seven inch cock.
"Lie down," Peter ordered. Michael got down on the floor on his back and opened his legs sportingly. Peter once more runned his hands over Michael's chest and finally reached his cock that was gracing the ceiling. He reached down and started wanking it slowly, at a terrible slow pace, with the foreskin moving rhytmically up and down over Carrick's cock. HE then leanned further down, getting on his knees and slowly placed Carrick's cock into this mouth.
"Oh Peter, you sexy fuck!" Michael moaned as Peter Crouch sucked his cock while Michael ruffled his hair. Peter, not wanting this to end early, stopped sucking the cock and took off his trousers and Calvin Klein boxers. Michael could only stare at the sight before him. He had seem some bign cock before but this...!
Eleven inches of English meat. Peter started to open Michael's crack and started licking the freshly showered hole that he found. Michael couldn't give a fick who heard him moan as Peter made his cock to fucking hard. He knew it was only a matter of time before that big cock entered him. Peter was huge.
"Oh Fuck!" he scremed as the Crouch cock entered him. Peter moved faster and fasterm eager to get off after the long day and began fucking Michael's ass with all his might. Michael started to jerk off his own cock, he felt like he had two cocks jammed up inside of him and it was turning him on so fucking bad. Peter felt that he was close to cumming and withdrew his cock.
"Hey, take my cock and I'll take yours," he suggested to Michael, who gladly accepted. Peter took Michael Carrick's cock and wanked it at a furious pace, while Michael did the same with Peter and it was infact the Liverpool player who was the first to cream all over Michael's hand, the sheer load of his cum succeeding his overall size in stature. Then Michael Carrick stood up, while Peter was still jerking his cock until he too came heavely loads of creamy white footballer cum on Peter Crouch's face. They kissed once more, knowing that it was magical. Carrick looked down at Peter.
"You know, I'll be your slave for twenty-four hours, if you can convince Xabi Alonso to join us the next time...
Like? Don't like? Please let me know at larenzaprince@yahoo.com. As I said I wrote this story in September 2006 so bear with me if it's not to my usual standard of writing. Thanks so much for reading.