Disclaimer: This is the third in a series of celeb footplay stories. This one involves Prince William of England and soccer/football player David Beckham (also of England) having a secret rendezvous in a British hotel. If you're under 18 or not turned on by guy/guy sex or footplay, then I'd suggest you turn back. If you're legal and into the aforementioned stuff, then please read on. Comments/constructive criticisms/compliments/story suggestions are always welcome; send `em to bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com.
(Apologies to any glaring errors in this story as far as setting goes. It's meant to be fiction and all, but I strive for some degree of verisimilitude anyhow, and I've never been to England and I really don't know much about hotels or anything there.)
Beck and Wills
Prince William looked nervously outside of his hotel room in the heart of Manchester, England. He looked first left down the hallway, then right, and then left again before retreating back into his room. No one was around! For once, he had complete solitude.
The prince had purposely sent his bodyguards away at this time. They were always around him, surrounding him, stifling him practically. He felt like it was almost impossible to have a good time so long as they were around. Now that they were gone, and it didn't seem like anyone would be around until a bit later, he decided that now was as good a time as any to take care of some business.
Slipping back into his posh hotel room, he sat on the bed and began to undo his belt. Ever since he had woken up this morning with a serious case of morning wood, he'd been itching to take care of his erection, which had rather regretfully lasted most of the day. He was certain that someone had photographed him as he checked into his hotel, and more than likely he was popping wood, which would be painfully embarrassing. It wasn't enough that paparazzi helped contribute to the death of his mother, but they still shamelessly hounded him whenever they got the chance. He couldn't believe the nerve of some people.
Turning back to the situation at hand, William pushed his dark trousers and boxers down and then reached underneath his bed to pull out a scrapbook of photos he had printed out from the Internet. He opened and gazed upon a vast array of male celebrities he had often fantasized about in the dark corners of his mind. He couldn't believe that, with all the pressure on him to find a suitable woman to marry and possibly make his queen someday, he had turned out to be a little fag all along. He couldn't possibly tell anybody, though. The media would never let this alone, and his family would probably disown him on top of it. Alone here in his hotel room, though, he had absolutely no worries about anything as he drooled over hot photos of `Nsync and Ricky Martin, two musical acts that he took more than a listening interest in. Later in his scrapbook, he had included some pornographic guy-on-guy photos he had found on the Internet. He ogled the guys posing in various shots that got him really hot. Among them, he had solo masturbation shots, circle jerks, oral sex, anal sex, and even some fetish shots, like exposed armpits or foot licking photos. His cock was rock-hard in his hand as he got hornier and hornier looking at this triple-X scrapbook he had assembled over the years. He started fisting himself furiously when all of a sudden, there was a knock on the door.
Argh! They picked a right annoying time to try and bother him. He pulled up his pants quickly but silently and then hobbled over to the door, finding it difficult to walk while stiff. He answered the door and, in his most princely tone of voice, which belied his annoyance at being interrupted, asked the bodyguard that stood before him what it was he wanted.
"Are you alright, your Royal Highness?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Make it a point to not bother me too much. I'll be fine up here."
"Well, alright then. Are you at all hungry, your highness?"
For cock, he thought to himself. "Not really, but feel free to order yourself something."
"Is there anything else you need?"
"No, thank you, Dylan. I'm fine, really," answered the prince hurriedly. "I'll get in touch with you if I need anything else. Make sure I'm not disturbed by anyone, though."
"As you wish, sir," the bodyguard answered respectfully as he returned back to his room adjacent to the prince's. He wasn't going to get any bloody privacy if he kept fucking knocking on his door every two seconds.
The brief visit hadn't ameliorated Wills' cock problem anymore, though. He was still very much erect and in dire need to get his rocks off. He looked at the still-open scrapbook on the bed. Blimey! He should've put that away when he answered the door. He hoped that Dylan hadn't seen what it was he was looking at.
All of a sudden, an idea came to him. He realized that, being the second in line to the throne behind his father, he was in a very powerful position. He then reasoned that, as it were, he was privy to a lot of luxuries that most people were not. He hated using his status as a means of getting what he wanted, but dammit, what he really wanted right now was to get sucked off. He was mad horny, and he wanted someone to cure him of his raging hormones. He then flipped through the first part of his scrapbook, which was adorned with celebrities. As he flipped through, his eyes finally settled on that of David Beckham, the midfielder for Manchester United, one of his favorite football teams. With his closely cropped dirty blonde hair, which these days was styled into a bastardized mohawk of sorts, his hot, sculpted body, and his devilishly handsome looks, the prince knew that he was perfect to help him obtain his goal. He wanted to get sucked by David Beckham.
He rang up Dylan next door on the hotel telephone.
"'Ello?"
"Dylan?"
"Yes, your highness?"
"I found something I want. Try to get in touch with David Beckham."
"David Beckham, sir?"
"Yes, I, uh, wanted to congratulate him for how well he played in the World Cup."
"Er.I'll get on that sir."
"Thank you, Dylan." His lips curled into a smile.
David Beckham fit himself out in one of his best dress suits. He had just had a personal invite to see Prince William at his hotel room in Manchester while he stayed there on a vacation. Apparently, the prince had invited him to congratulate on the wonderful job England had done in the World Cup. They hadn't won - as a matter of fact, they had lost to Brazil in the quarterfinals by one point - but he was glad that someone was appreciative of all the hard work they had done. He decided to comb out his hair instead of wearing it in the mohawk style that he'd been accustomed to lately. After all, here he was about to acquaint himself with the possible future King of England. He knew he had to look appropriate for the occasion.
He kissed his wife, Victoria, the ex-Spice Girl, and his son Brooklyn goodbye as he greeted the oncoming taxi which was to take him to his private audience with the prince. He, like the prince, was also very much prone to the paparazzi, being perhaps England's most popular footballer. It was hardly unsurprising that he was, given his extreme talent for the game which he loved, combined with his stunning good looks.
The taxi wove its way through the rainy Manchester streets, arriving at the Renaissance Manchester Hotel. The towering hotel stood high above the football star. The prince sure had good taste in hotel accomodations. The hotel he had picked lay only minutes from King Street and the Opera House in the heart of Manchester. It looked very swanky on the outside, and it surely had nice rooms.
David walked in through the heavy brass doors and checked himself into the hotel as a guest of Dylan Barridge, one of William's bodyguards. He carried his one carry-on bag with him up onto the elevator. William, of course, had a penthouse suite. Only the best for the prince, David supposed.
He made his way down the hotel hallways and stopped at room 604, Dylan's room. He knocked on the door and greeted the bodyguard cheerfully.
"Hello, sir. I'm David Beckham, I'm here to meet with Prince William," he said, bowing.
"Very well, then. He's in the next room over. I need to run a security check on you first."
David consented with consternation as he was padded down by the burly security guard. He was fucking David Beckham, for chrissakes, not some bloody terrorist. Did he really think he was going to lace his food with anthrax or hide a letterbomb in his room somewhere?
After passing the degrading security check, the bodyguard allowed him access into the adjacent room via the door that connected the two rooms. He walked in and bowed before Prince William, who was sitting on the bed, patiently awaiting the football star's arrival.
"Hello, your royal highness," he greeted William politely. William imagined himself bending over right in front David as he shoved his thick, beautiful cock up his bum. He shuddered with the erotic thought, but instead greeted David in kind. "Hello, David. It's so cool to finally meet you. You're one of my favorite football players, you know."
David smiled. He loved meeting adoring fans, and it was sort of special knowing that someone in a high position like William admired him. What he didn't know was that the prince admired more than his playing ability. He admired, among other things, his nice, tight arse, his sexy feet, and his handsome looks.
David looked around the room and said out loud, "You've got a really nice suite here, your highness."
"Please, call me William. I loathe formalities," the prince said with a smile. He flashed his sexiest grin for David, the shy grin that had melted the hearts of many a schoolgirl (and occasionally, schoolboy). He made his way over to the mini-fridge located underneath the TV and pulled out a tiny bottle of Korbel champagne, compliments of the Renaissance Manchester Hotel. He popped the cork and poured two glasses for himself and David. He offered him the champagne as a manner of courtesy, but his ulterior plan was to get him slightly drunk and, therefore, more vulnerable.
The two handsome men drank down their champagne, all the while talking about some of the amazing plays made by England during this year's World Cup. William had told the football star how he'd been a fan of him for a long time, practically ever since he started playing pro in 1992. David accepted all of this with humility. He hated bragging about his feats, especially because he wanted to set an example for the many who admired him to always try their best and not to get too caught up in their accomplishments.
As David talked, the prince couldn't help but concentrated on his sexy lips as they moved up and down to form the words he was speaking. He kept focusing on little details like that, all the while desperately trying to pay attention to what he was saying so he wouldn't be caught secretly lusting for him.
After some more amiable talk, the prince told David he could lay down on the bed and take a load off his feet. After all, he used them so much he deserved a break from being on them and from using them so much, he told him. The soccer star flashed a sexy smile at him and lay down on the plush king-size bed. He stared up at the ceiling. This wasn't quite as awkward as he expected it to be. It was nice, actually, that a middle-upper class person like him could mingle with royalty like the prince.
The prince, meanwhile, had stepped into the bathroom to "freshen up," by which he secretly meant formulating a plan by which he could seduce the sexy star. He remembered reading some stories online about foot massages that ended up into full-blown sex, and he had decided that that was how he was going to operate.
William emerged from the bathroom to find the football star still lying on his bed. "Comfortable?" he asked, flashing that gorgeous smile again.
"Very much so. A bloke could get used to living like this," David responded, smiling back.
William then decided to put his plan into action. "You know what feels pretty good sometimes when I really like to get comfortable?" he asked.
"What?"
"A foot massage."
A quizzical look came across the midfielder's face. Where did the prince find time in his busy schedule to get his feet massaged? Did they really have THAT much luxury? He shrugged, not being able to deny that foot massages did, in fact, feel good. His wife had on occasion massaged his feet during some of their more romantic liaisons.
"You've gotten your feet massaged before?"
Not actually having had that happen to him, William quickly replied "Uh, well, I've massaged my own before, when I've had a hard day. Feels good, working those muscles, getting them to relax, y'know?"
"Mmm, yeah. So, do you want to massage mine, or what?"
William had to prevent leaping for joy. David bloody Beckham was asking him for a foot massage! "Sure, I'll give you one," the prince said, kneeling by the foot of the bed in front of David's feet.
The lanky prince's lips curled in delight as he began to undress the sexy English midfielder by first removing his black leather Giorgio Armani shoes. The strong scent of his feet wafted towards his nostrils, and he inhaled with enjoyment at the heady odor. He then removed David's socks, peeling them off slowly to reveal his size 8 feet. The footballer was often photographed barefoot, not being foot- shy at all. William had a very private collection of photos of hot male celebrities, and he had collected many photos of David, both with shoes and without. He admired his feet intensely, not just for what he did with them as far as soccer went, but just for their general beauty and erotic nature.
Wasting no time at all with his plan, and in the process throwing away the pretense of a foot massage, he fastened his lips onto David's right big toe. He focused on the taste of David's moist flesh, and decided that he had indeed liked it. He had never done anything this kinky with anyone, having led a fairly sheltered life, and the opportunity to perform foot service on the sexy footballer could not have been passed up. He felt now that he could no longer deny his fascination and attraction to the same sex. He sucked on David's toe, his cheeks sinking in as he secured his mouth around it completely and inhaled sharply.
David sprung up in surprise. What the hell was he doing? Why was Prince William sucking on his toe? What if someone were to walk in on the two of them right now? The two men both knew how notoriously snoopy the British paparazzi were. The moment they had secured any compromising photo, they had a field day with it. Surely they wouldn't leave this pricey little item alone if they had gotten hold of it. He could already imagine the rumors spreading across the isles that the two of them were engaged in some sort of affair. David realized what a weird position he was being put in. He couldn't very well say no to the possible future king of England to what he was doing. On the other hand, this was extremely not like what he had expected and he knew he had to tell him to stop. He was, after all, a married man, and the prince was, well, royalty. He shouldn't be doing this!
William, for a change, had no regard at all for the possibility of intruders or paparazzi. He had so little privacy left that he enjoyed any chance he was able to get to have it. Locked in this hotel room, with the security guards sleeping in the adjacent hall, and having been able to completely slip in under the public's radar, he felt fairly confident that nothing would hinder him from enjoying this evening with David Beckham. He slipped his mouth off Beck's big toe and traced his tongue over the tops of his toes. David's toes were nice and compact, and the tops of his toes formed a gradual slope. His toenails extended up past the flesh slightly, and the crevices between the backs of his toes and the foot proper were very small. The toes were even more squished together after having spent quite some time trapped in the confines of uncomfortable Italian leather shoes. The experience had given his feet the slight tang of leather, however, which had made the young prince very aroused.
He continued servicing the toes on his right foot with his mouth, sucking, licking, and kissing them for what was probably a good ten minutes. The royal tongue pushed between the soccer star's toes and slipped into the crevices underneath his toes. He then took David's other foot into his lap, and, raising it to his face, continued his toesucking. He sucked on each of his toes one by one, savoring the taste and gradually growing hard from the delight. He adjusted his position on the bed slightly to accommodate his swelling member. This was definitely turning him on.
David, on the other hand, wasn't really sure what to think anymore. Victoria had never done anything like this to him, and the sensation of a tongue on his feet felt really odd. However, he realized that this was meant to be an act of pleasure, and the more Wills sucked on his feet, the more he found himself liking it. Of course, as soon as he realized this, he just as soon perished the thought from his brain. Married, straight men should not be engaging in acts like this, especially with members of the British royalty! The entire experience, to David, was utterly surreal, and came off to him as something that some shady tabloid would have fabricated at some point or another to boost sales.
The prince left David's toes alone for a moment to concentrate on the remainder of David's feet. Pushing the two feet together in front of him and grabbing them by his ankles, he ran his tongue horizontally across his soles. He ran his tongue vertically along each sole, and then gave his tongue free reign all over David's feet. For the next ten minutes, the prince concentrated on licking the soccer player's feet, running his tongue along every curve of his sexy dogs. He lathered his feet with his saliva completely, thoroughly coating both his soles and the tops of his feet. The prince was glad to be indulging in at least one of his fantasies, but he was desperately aching to try some other things, as well.
The prince put the soccer star's feet down, looked into his eyes, and asked him in a husky voice, "Did you like that?"
David wasn't really sure how to answer that. To some extent, he had enjoyed it, but he really didn't want to admit to it. William took his silence to mean that he did, and then decided to indulge himself further.
The handsome youth reached up and unzipped David's black trousers. He reached inside and, unbuttoning the crotch on his boxers, fished around inside for David's cock. To his enjoyment, it was semi-hard in his hands, and his fiddling with it was making it harder by the second. No matter who was doing it, someone manhandling your cock in that manner will always get it hard, David told himself as he feared to think about what the horny prince would do next.
Unbuttoning his trousers and then pushing his pants and boxers down over his hips and sliding them off of him completely, the prince gazed upon the half-naked beauty lying on his hotel bed. He had such an amazing body, and he had to see it all or else he'd go crazy. Practically throwing himself on top of the soccer star, he loosened David's tie and slipped it off over his head, all the while grinding his still fully clothed package against David's naked hips. He then had David sit up so he could remove his Brooks Brothers suit jacket, which was followed by his unbuttoning David's white dress shirt. The English stud was now completely naked, with the prince still grinding into him seductively.
William moved back down to his position at the edge of the bed. He once more took David's right foot to his mouth, and kissed it. This time, however, he moved his way down the foot, kissing the tops, and then ran his tongue along David's strong calves. He admired how well-toned his calves were, that sort of conditioning only being obtainable by practicing a particular sport for a very long period of time. He continued kissing and licking his way up David's legs until he had reached his inner thigh. He began sucking on the warm flesh of his thigh, basking in David's natural musk.
David was getting more and more nervous. He knew full well that William had intended on sucking his dick, but there was no way that he could let him get away with this. Then again, who would possibly believe him if he had told anyone? He couldn't imagine anyone buying that story at all. He really had no choice but to give himself over to the whims of this incredibly horny young member of the British royal family.
The prince, after vigorously sucking on David's inner thigh, had attached his mouth to David's right testicle and sucked it into his mouth, running it over his teeth and slicking it up with his saliva. He delighted in the aroma and taste of David's sweaty nuts and inhaled sharply, intoxicated by the scent. His own cock was struggling inside his pants, yearning to be freed. The prince fumbled with his belt as he attempted to remove his own trousers while continuing to draw David's nuts into his mouth. He succeeded and pulled his pants off, pushing them to the ground around his stockinged feet. He then drew down his red boxer briefs, freeing his now oozing cock from its cloth trappings.
The now almost-nude-below-the-waist prince slipped his mouth off of David's testicles and then ran his tongue up along the underside of David's shaft. His mouth slipped over David's purplish knob. He darted his tongue at the precum that had collected on top of his cock and swallowed it. It was his first time tasting someone else's precum, having tasted his own on a few of his jerkoff sessions. He had loved the taste of it, but had never gone as far as to tasting his own cum. Tonight, however, he would get his first taste of that precious secretion.
David couldn't believe that the future king of England was slipping his lips over his swollen cock and licking up his precum! He couldn't even believe that Wills was a cocksucker in the first place. He reasoned that perhaps because of the incessant media concentration on him and the burdens of finding a suitable woman, he was now starting to lash out like this. Surely his family would be upset if they found out he was doing this, which was good enough reason for him to stop, let alone the fact that anyone could just walk in here and find them engaging in this sordid act. He was beginning to fear that he would cum in Will's mouth, but that appeared to be what the horny prince wanted. He figured it would be best again to just oblige him, so long as they didn't go any further.
The prince continued his blowjob, slowly inching his head down on David's dick, coating his cockhead and part of his shaft in his warm saliva. He worked his lips up and down the stiff member, reveling in his first time ever sucking off another guy. He smiled as he thought about how he could use his position to get just about anybody he wanted in the sack now. Like he had heard in a movie once, "It's good to be the king!" (or in his case, prince.)
William cupped the soccer star's testicles in his left hand as he slipped his right hand onto David's shaft. He continued going down on him, in the process starting to develop a rhythmic bobbing of his head. He slurped up the precum that was very steadily oozing out of David's dick, relishing in the salty taste and wanting so much more. He moaned with the pleasure of having another guy's dick in his mouth, which was certainly one of the best tastes in the world. It certainly tasted better than the awful hotel buffet fare, but he was inching ever closer to savoring the best-tasting nectar in the world.
As William began to suck more vigorously, David felt himself getting set to explode. He could that familiar stirring in his loins, that stirring he had felt so many times before when Victoria and him had had sex and from his own experiences with himself when he was a lad. When he had gotten married he had pretty much stopped masturbating in general, not really having a need for it. Occasionally, he had jerked his penis to remind him that it felt good, but he stopped going all the way with himself after saying "I do." Now this was his first time about to orgasm after he had gotten married, and it was being caused by, of all people, the bloody Prince of Wales' son!
The rising action in David's cock wouldn't relent at all, no matter how much he had secretly wished it to, and he knew full well that in no time, he would be cumming in the 20-year-old youth's mouth. He warned William that he was about to blow his load, but this only encouraged the dick- hungry prince to continue sucking on his stiff cock with increased furor. David groaned and bucked his hips wildly as he felt the cum gush up the core of his cock and spurt out of the irritated cockhead. His semen all landed squarely in the prince's mouth, where he eagerly sucked it back down his throat. White, sticky fluid flooded William's mouth, where he swished it around like it was an obscene mouthwash and then swallowed it, delighting in the taste of another man's secretion. David spurt out six or seven strands of thick cum, and what couldn't fit in Wills' mouth ended up collection on the sides of his mouth, eventually dripping down and forming streamers that extended to his chin.
When he had finally removed his mouth from David's slowly limping member, he wiped up the cum on his face with his index finger and slipped it into his mouth, savoring both the taste and texture of the sticky, salty fluid in his mouth. He lapped up the bit of cum that was still oozing out of David's piss slit and then kissed his cock as a means of paying his gratitude.
The prince climbed up onto the soccer hunk and met his still shocked and speechless countenance. He huskily breathed, "That was fucking awesome, mate. You're delicious." He then proceeded to stick his tongue in David's mouth. David once again had no choice but to relent to his wishes. He let William run his tongue all along the insides of his mouth, along his teeth and over and under his own tongue. He could taste the flavor of what he guessed was his own cum, and the very faint taste of leather.
After this French kiss, William stood up and told David, "Now it's your turn."
David look horrified. "My turn?"
"Yes," intoned the horny prince. "My cock wants you. It's begging to be sucked. And so are my feet. I want you to undress me, lick my feet, and then suck me. Just like I did you."
Holy shit. David was astounded that he had somehow unleashed the latent sexual beast in Prince William. Were princes allowed to talk like that?
Knowing he couldn't say no at this point, he got up off the bed and let William take his place. The prince was still fully clothed from the waist up and just wearing socks from the waist down. His hard cock was noticeably hard and leaking. He definitely wanted it bad.
Lying on top of William, David began to undo the prince's tie. This was a bit of a strange position for him to be in, as he had gotten so used to being on top of Victoria. Being on top of another guy was certainly different, though. For one, he had never had to deal with a cock being pressed against his chest before as he undressed his mate for the evening.
He lifted the tie up over his head and then removed the prince's black suit jacket and unbuttoned his blue dress shirt. All of these items ended up on the floor, close to where the prince's trousers and boxers had been pushed down in the heat of sucking on David's balls. David then got up, having almost completely undressed the nubile prince, and moved to the edge of the bed and knelt down in front of Wills' feet.
Crouching down, David removed first one sock and then the other. He was greeted with the not-all-that-unpleasant smell of male feet. He had certainly smelled worse in the locker room after a game, and the two of them hadn't participated in any rigorous exercise other than just walking around. Wills had noticeably worked up a sweat in the heat of their sexual experience, though, and his feet were rather slick with sweat as a result.
Reluctantly sticking his tongue out, David inched it forward until the tip of his tongue just barely grazed William's right big toe. He could barely taste anything from it. He went in again, this time being slightly more adventurous and licking the back of his right big toe completely. A faint cheesy taste lingered on his tongue, not bad tasting at all, but certainly a taste he'd never experienced before. He licked again at the same spot, less reluctantly, and then again. He then licked the backs of each of Wills' remaining toes on his right foot in the same style. David then ran his tongue along the backs of all his toes, the way someone would run a stick across a picket fence. He traced his tongue along the underside of the backs of his toes and wormed it into the crevice beneath the fleshy extension of his toes and the actual foot itself. The prince had long, skinny toes, which complemented the lanky youth well. The toes were well spaced and the second toe on each foot was slightly bigger than the big toe. The prince's toes were well manicured, as a result of years of proper grooming, no doubt.
David noticed all these things as he continued licking the hot prince's feet. He ran his tongue along the backs and tops of his toes, tracing the nail all the way around each toe. He slithered his tongue into the spaces between his toes, darting his tongue in and out like a cobra. He let his tongue roam down to William's sole, tracing the natural curve of his foot and leaving a trail of spit behind as he worked downward towards his ankle. He ran his lips over the prince's ankle bone, tracing around it in tight, concentric circles with his tongue, and then working back around it in reverse concentric circles. He sucked on the bottom fleshy pad of his foot, and then licked his way back up to the top of his foot.
David was actually starting to enjoy this. The prince's feet had a pretty great taste and just looked really sexy to him. He relished what he was doing as he slipped his lips about the prince's big toe and sucked gently on it, almost like he was sucking dick. He sucked on each of Wills' toes in succession on his right foot, and then turned over to his until now neglected left foot. He sucked on his left big toe, snaking his tongue around it inside his mouth and coating it in foot-flavored saliva. He then worked his way down the line of toes on his left foot, sucking on each one of them with pure delight. Much as he done with his right foot, he squirmed his tongue in the spaces between the toes on his left foot as well, and then slipped it along the underside of his toes and on the tops as well. He ran his tongue over the tops of William's foot and along the sole as well. He once again ran his lips over the prince's ankle bone, working his tongue around it and back out in concentric circles.
William was going crazy with pleasure as the soccer star licked and sucked on his feet. This had always been one of his wildest fantasies, and he couldn't believe it was finally coming true. He hoped David would agree to do this again in the future, and if not, he was already tabulating a list of hot celebrities that he wanted to do this. His mind raced with the possibility of someone like Justin Timberlake or Nick Carter sucking on his feet and letting him suck on theirs. What was awesome is that, with his connections, he could easily arrange for any of this to happen. He sighed with the realization of possibilities before him and the pleasure of having his feet serviced by a hot soccer stud.
David continued licking the prince's feet and toes for a good ten minutes. His tongue ran along the prince's smooth flesh, across trails of his own spit, which he lapped up hungrily and let them dribble down again over his feet. He was certainly inhibition-free now. It was weird how just the act of licking another guy's feet had made him completely un-self-conscious of his current situation. He had no idea licking someone else's feet could be so hot, and he hoped Victoria wouldn't be averse to this if he tried it on her in the future.
David once more ran his tongue along the prince's ankle, this time letting it roam up to along the prince's calves. The prince was obviously a very athletic boy, having a particular interest in rugby, water polo, and, of course, football. As such, he had noticeably strong calves, which was sort of a turn-on for David as he ran his tongue along his calves and up to the prince's smooth, naked thighs. The prince had very smooth thighs as well, and his natural manhood scent was actually pretty terrific. He sucked on the flesh of his inner thighs, eventually making his way to the prince's low-hanging balls.
The midfielder sucked on William's right nut, taking it into his mouth, coating it with his saliva and making it slick. He sucked the one nut, and then the other into his mouth. His nuts tasted awesome, slightly salty but tangy as well, a very appetizing flavor. David couldn't believe he actually had the prince's nuts in his mouth! This was fucking awesome! He continued sucking on the low-hanging nuts and then worked his tongue up along the shaft of Wills' hard, dripping cock. He ran his tongue along the sensitive glans and circled his cockhead, licking up his precum. David had never tasted precum either before tonight, but he was now completely glad he did.
David worked his lips down William's blood-engorged shaft, slipping his cock into his mouth. William was finally get his wish; David Beckham, one of the hottest football players, was sucking him off, and it was every bit as fantastic as he had hoped for. He engulfed William's stiff six inches in its entirety, grinding his nose into William's thick pubes. He moved his lips up and down in a rhythmical bobbing motion, indulging in the taste of dick in his mouth. It was his first time ever sucking cock, and it wasn't nearly as bad as everyone had assumed it was. To be called a cocksucker was an insult, usually, but sucking cock really wasn't that awful to the British soccer star.
The prince moaned with pleasure at the hot, moist sensation that encapsulated his throbbing cock. This was so amazing, but he felt like it would be over all too soon. With David eagerly gulping down on his hard meat and the combined thrill of knowing they could get caught at any moment, plus having been horny all day, William knew that he would be cumming in no time flat. He could already feel that familiar sensation in his loins indicating that he would soon be creaming in David's mouth. Oh man, this was too much.
William dug his fingers into the bedsheet as the cum spurted out of his cock and blasted into David's mouth. He had chosen not to warn David, wanting instead to see how David would react when his semen was unexpectedly unleashed into his mouth. David gagged a bit on the forcefulness of his streamers of cum as they shot into his mouth, but after two or three streams, he was able to catch them easier. He rolled the cum around in his mouth and then swallowed it, enjoying the taste of the prince's salty offering.
The football hunk cleaned all of Wills' jizz off of his cock and then lay down on top of him on the bed. He forced his tongue into the prince's mouth, letting slip some of the prince's cum into his own mouth. The two swapped saliva and William's cum for about five minutes when the Prince sat up and prepared to ask David to do something else for him too.
"Hey, David?"
"Yes, William?"
"I have another favor to ask of you," he intoned, with lust in his voice.
"What's that, then?"
With that, William lay down on the bed again and spread his legs. "I want you to fuck me. I have to feel your hot cock pumping semen inside of my arse. Fuck my bum, David. Please."
Holy shit thought David. It wasn't enough that he had licked the royal feet and sucked the royal cock, but now he was about to fuck the royal arse, too! This was the wildest night he'd ever had.
David gladly obliged him. He now did it out of willingness instead of feeling like it was his duty to serve the prince. He made his way once more to the edge of the bed. He figured this wouldn't be much more different than pounding Victoria's cunt; they were, after all, both hot, tight places. William directed him to underneath the bed, where he had strategically placed a tube of KY lubricant before David's visit.
The footballer took the tube and squirted some of the lube onto his fingers and then inserted it into William's hot pucker. Never having been fucked before, the prince had a tight virgin ass, and he couldn't believe that he was the one he had chosen to deflower him. He felt honored, in a way, that someone like him was chosen to help him undergo this rite of passage.
After working one finger in and out of his tight asshole, David slipped another finger in. William moaned with a combination of pain and pleasure. This felt new and strange to him, but he knew that eventually it would give way to unspeakable pleasure. At least, that's how it always went in the erotic stories he had read. He couldn't believe that in the next couple of minutes, he would be David Beckham's bitch.
The thought crossed through David's mind as well that he would be ruling over the prince instead of vice versa. He smiled to himself as he managed to work a third finger into William's still tight pucker. This caused the prince to moan even louder. He hoped that no one would be able to hear what the two of them were doing, but it was so much better to just concentrate on what was happening at the moment.
Having loosened up the prince's hole considerably, David pressed his now stiff and irritated cockhead against William's anus. He pushed it in slightly, not wanting to cause the prince any sudden pain, especially any pain that would make him cry out. He found this was actually a bit different from pounding pussy - they were both tight, but for some reason, this was a completely different sensation altogether.
William was trying to stifle a really loud moan as David began working his member into him. This hurt a bit, but there was also something oddly pleasurable about having a cock buried up one's ass. He wanted David to go in further, but slower.
David, granting William's silent wish, continued pushing forward up his rectum, but very slowly, so as not to cause any sudden yelps that would get them caught. After about five minutes, more than half of his six-and-a-half inches was buried up the prince's asshole. The prince was feeling both the pain of having his anus virtually wrenched open along with the pleasure of having David's penis massaging the insides of his anal cavity. He didn't want David to remove his cock from his arse at any rate. This felt too wicked to stop.
After some more inching, David was able to fit all of his cock inside of William. He then quickly removed his cock from his ass, much to Wills' chagrin. He then plunged it back in again, this time with considerably more ease. He then removed it once again, and inserted it once more. The sensation was pleasurable for both men. David got a better understanding of why they called it a "pucker" as Wills' anus muscles cushioned and sort of kissed his cock. William, meanwhile, was feeling nothing but pleasure now as David's cock worked its way in and out of his rectum, stretching his anus muscles and tearing up his arse. This felt incredible for the both of them.
David began to work up a rhythm with plunging his cock into and out of Wills' arse, pushing his hips forward and back and keeping time to an imaginary beat in his head. His pole slid in and out the prince's ass like a piston, back and forth, back and forth. He then got the idea into his head to jack off William, while his now once again stiff cock was wagging at him from below him. He took Wills' cock into his hand and started jerking it, pushing the foreskin up and down over the knob of his cock, providing the stiff member with even more sexual stimulation.
The two men kept at it, David jerking off the prince and stuffing his tight ass with his beautiful cock. In no time at all, the two men were ready to shoot again. David plunged his hips forward with such great momentum upon feeling the stirring in his loins again that he feared he would tear the prince in half. His thrusts became more frequent and forceful, as did his jerking off of the prince. David blasted forward with his second orgasm that evening as his spunk rose out of his cock and filled William's tight ass. His cum filled up his rectum and coated his own cock as well. Meanwhile, the tension in Wills' cock became too much to bear for him and he came for the second time that evening as well. It didn't shoot out as forcefully this time, but it was still really intense, pouring out of his dick and coating his penis and David's hand with his delicious juice.
David's cock was still buried in Wills' arse as his orgasm decreased in intensity. He kept it in there until his cock finally became limp again, at which point he removed it and climbed back on the bed. He assisted William in licking some of his sticky boyshot off of his cock, and then offered the cum that had spilled on his hand to the exhausted prince. He ate it up hungrily, delighting in the taste of his own cum.
The two handsome men lay on top of each other, sticky, flushed, perspiring, but satisfied. They held a kiss for an extremely long time, in which they could both taste each other's seed. They lay there like that for some time before they heard a knock on the door. William sat bolt upright and threw his boxer shorts and pants on. He hoped the sweat that had collected on him would make it seem like he had just gotten out of the shower. David meanwhile tried tossing as much of his clothes back on as he could find and tried to stay out of whoever was at the door's view.
William opened the door to see Dylan standing there. "Is everything okay in here? I thought I heard some odd panting noises."
"What? Oh, no, I just asked David to go over some of his exercise routines for me," William lied.
"Where is Mr. Beckham, anyway?"
"Oh, he's in the bathroom. I just got out of the shower. We both worked up quite a sweat sex, er, exercising, haha," he laughed at his own malapropism.
"Alright, your highness. If you need anything else, just let me know."
"Actually, I was wondering one thing."
"Yes, sir?"
"Could Mr. Beckham perhaps stay the night? Would that be alright?"
Dylan considered it for a second. Should he trust the boy alone with the football star? This would be a media hotbed if anyone found out. He noticed the pleading look in William's eyes, however, and couldn't bring himself to say no.
"Alright, I suppose that's okay. I'll let your father and Mrs. Beckham know."
William beamed. "Thank you very much, Dylan. You can return to your room now. I'll be fine."
Dylan returned to his station next door. William closed the door when he was finally completely in the clear and then found David, who had actually been lying beside the bed the whole time.
"Good news, David! You can stay the night!"
Oh man, David thought to himself. Who knew what else would happen while he stayed the night? He, for one, was dying to find out. He smiled and embraced the handsome prince. "Anything else planned for tonight, Wills?"
"Mmm, perhaps...in the meantime, I think we need to, ah, rest our feet after our `vigorous workout,'" William insinuated.
David grinned widely and lay down on the bed. William laid down opposite him, their feet in each other's faces. As they resumed their previous exercise of sucking each other's feet, the two of them thought about what a great night lay in store for them.