This story is a work of fiction, and should not be taken to imply anything about the sexuality of Andrew (Freddie) Flintoff, James (Jimmy) Anderson or Graham Smith. Any correlation between this and actual events is purely coincidental.
It had been a hard day in the field England had finally manages to curb the prolific scoring of the of the mighty South African batting line up. James Anderson had had a good day, having taken 3 wickets including that of Graham Smith the South African captain with the last ball of the day. Jimmy was on a high, his smile just beamed and damn he looked hot. He's 21 about 6'2'' dark hair with a bright red streak down the middle, puppy dog eyes and model good looks and a tight slender body with a lovely peachy butt. Some say he's crickets David Beckham, but most agree that Jimmy is better looking! When he smiled his whole face just beamed and seemed to light up the stadium.
Freddie Flintoff is the most gorgeous piece of man-hunk beef ever to grace a cricket pitch. He's 24 and a solid 6'4'' natural blonde hair and brown eyes, a beautiful strong muscular frame with everything in the right place and an over sized package emphasised by his jock. This man is a genuine hunk. Freddie hadn't had the best of days, his bowling was superb, but he just couldn't seem to pick up the wickets.
Jimmy and Freddie were asked to do a couple of interviews for TV and Radio, they were asked the usual questions about plans and how the day went. You could really see the enthusiasm of both these players shine through when they talked about their day. They made such good watching on TV this pair of totally hot guys, suited every taste.
When the interviews were over they both headed back to the changing room, still a little sweaty and still very much on a high. These two had become good friends over the past couple of weeks and found they had much in common. Freddie had just got engaged, and Jimmy was finally in the test team. Freddie was touchy-feely with every one and slung his heavy arm around Jimmy's neck as a sign of solidarity. As they approached the Pavillion where the changing rooms are, Jimmy looked up. He saw the imposing figure of 6'5'' muscle bound god Graham Smith naked except for a towel looking out of the South African's dressing room's window. His body glistened in the late evening sunshine. His body is defined perfectly, its obvious that this guy took very good care of his body. James couldn't help but stair up and admire his body. Graham noticed them and raised an arm to acknowledge the two English stud's presence. As he did, you could see how his body flexed as certain muscle groups moved. Jimmy and Freddie nodded back then looked at each other and giggled. It was quite well known that Graham was Bi, and when Freddie realised that his arm was round James he chuckled to himself.
The two English studs reached their dressing room, the majority of the other players had left it was only Michael Vaughn the new England captain just finishing packing his bag.
"oh hi guys... interviews?" said Michael
"yeah" replied Freddie, "they cant get enough of me!..." he said with a chuckle as he slipped off his shirt revealing his sculpted chest.
"...and Jimmy just likes to check his hair!"
Jimmy laughed and slapped Freddie's ass then continued to take off his boots. Michael said his goodbyes and said that he'd see them at the hotel.
Freddie kicked off his boots, and slid his trousers down his strong legs showing his tight ass to the now shirtless Anderson. Jimmy stood up and too removed his trousers and jock with them. He stood there naked just rubbing his body chatting to Freddie about the game. Freddie slipped off his jock, straightened up and stretched before turning and showing Anderson his monster 9'' cock. The two now naked studs walked to the showers, grabbing towels as they went. Their cocks swung and they made their way to the showers. Once the water had warmed they slipped in and both let out a moan as the warm water caressed their young aching bodies.
As the studs soaped up their tight bodies, and the water cascaded over every ripple of their flesh, James began to get a little light headed. He turned round quickly, slipping in the process and fell to the floor. Flat out on his back, Anderson started to chuckle, Freddie turned at the noise and saw the young body of James in fits of giggles.
"What the fuck?" said Andrew
"I'm sorry" James chuckled, "I slipped!"
"Here" Andrew offered his hand to help the gorgeous figure up off the cold, slippery tiles.
As Jimmy pulled himself up Freddie slipped pulling himself and Anderson up against the wall. The whole of the front of their fit bodies were touching. James looked into Andrew's eyes and kissed him quickly on the lips. Freddie offered no response. James kissed Andrew again, this time for longer.
"why did you stop" said Andrew
with that, Jimmy virtually jumped onto Freddie's big frame and they started to kiss passionately. They moved out of the showers back to the dressing room where they quickly cleared the large bench in the middle. James laid down Andrew on top, kissing and caressing each others bodies, their hard cocks grinding into the others abs. James was moaning as Andrew was sucking and nibbling his nipples.
"Fuck me" he begged
Andrew looked up into those deep, deep eyes and offered a quizzical look.
"Fuck me" James repeated and smiled.
"You engineered this?" asked Andrew
James just smiled, reached up and kissed his new found lover. Freddie picked up James in his strong powerful arms and turned him over, exposing his exquisite arse. Andrew buried his face into Anderson's sweet butt. Jamie started moving back to meet the probing of Freddie's tongue
I hope you enjoyed the first part of this story... if you have any suggestions, or have shared similar fantasies e-mail me: queer@andrewridal.info