Draxler: a first time for everything
Disclaimer: the story below is fiction. It is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
July 4th, 2014, Rio de Janeiro. In the famous Maracanã football stadium, the World Cup quarter final between France and Germany had just finished. The German team had beaten the French with a 1 versus 0 score, so the atmosphere in their dressing room was one of satisfaction and steadfastness. The promising Schalke 04 star Julian Draxler had rather mixed feelings, while he was getting dressed. Being only 20 years old, this was his first World Cup and he didn't get to play yet in the tournament. Not hard to understand, this frustrated him a little. Furthermore, he was tired because of the travelling back and forth to the German's team base camp in Brazil and of watching a very boring game. But most of all, he was bothered by the fact that his girlfriend back at home hadn't replied his messages for a couple of days. He missed her and despite his tiredness, he was getting hornier every day. He put on his grey Adidas t-shirt and white shorts and realized that the hot and humid Brazilian climate made him already sweating again. Julian could be really proud of his body: 6' 2", a muscular, hairless soccer chest and abs of steal, strong arms, a smooth skin, short black hair and dark eyes. In short, his girlfriend must be plain stupid not to answer his texts.
In the other dressing room, the French team was feeling downhearted. At the start of the tournament they really thought they might get far, which would have been a long time ago. And now the way in which they got knocked out.. They were so close of beating the German team, the number one favorite for winning the whole thing. Young talent Antoine Griezmann was completely whacked, physically but even more emotionally. The manager had put a lot of faith in him during this World Cup, but somehow the Real Sociedad striker felt that he was responsible for the defeat. He couldn't even control his tears after the final whistle. Back in the dressing room, his teammates comforted him, but most of them were in a hurry to get out of the stadium. Since they were out of the tournament, tonight was their last night in Brazil, and they wanted to have at least one night off before they left for France. Griezmann didn't really care for hurrying and wanted to take a long hot shower. He got out of his football outfit, revealing his smooth, almost hairless chest and strong legs. His blue eyes, brown hair and a small moustache summed up to a total package that was quite cute.
Julian Draxler and his teammates had left their dressing room and were walking towards the bus that would take them back to their base camp. He had his earphones on, listening to Stolen Dance by Milky Chance. Stepping on the stairs of the bus, Julian suddenly realized he'd forgotten to pack his football shoes: they were still in the dressing room. He went back inside but somehow got lost in the maze of dressing rooms and hallways of the Maracanã. The corridors and rooms he ran through were already completely abandoned, so he couldn't ask anyone where to go. He presumed he must have been near the French dressing room, when he suddenly heard the noise of a shower and someone moaning. The more he tried to hear where the exactly the noise came from, the more curious he became. He turned down the volume of the song still playing through his earphones. Soon enough, he realized the noise came from the showers. Somehow, the moaning sounds even turned him on a little. Quietly he tiptoed to the wall that separated the showers from the rest of what was the French dressing room quarters. He turned his head around the corner and what he saw made him go through a rollercoaster of emotions.
One of the French young talents, Antoine Griezmann, was leaning against the wall, underneath one of the showerheads and was jerking off. He was even playing with a small dildo up his ass. Julian's emotions went from curiosity to disbelief and maybe just a small hint of disgust. The disgust quickly disappeared however, as a joyful tingling feeling in his stomach took its place. Draxler recognized this feeling as sheer sexual lust, which was getting more and more expressed by his growing hard on, painfully pressing against his tight white shorts. As he stood there spellbound, staring at this French dude pleasing himself, the water in the shower suddenly stopped running. Griezmann looked up from his assplay, pushing the button that made the hot water stream over his smooth body again, but also becoming aware that he was being watched. He looked up to the wall where Draxler stood, their eyes interlocked for a split second, but then Draxler quickly turned around the corner. Normally, he should have run away, because, you know, he wasn't gay or anything. He had a girlfriend that he loved, so why would he even be interested here. But somehow something kept him from running. As he stood there with his heart beating up his chest, he heard a voice speaking English with a strong French accent:
"You can watch, if you want".
Above all, this came as a relief for Julian, although he became a bit nervous too. Curiosity got the better of him and he turned around the corner. Griezmann bit his underlip and gave Draxler a horny look, while shoving the dildo deep between his muscled legs. This made Julian lose all doubt and restraint. He had to do something about that 8 inch cock that was now rock hard, so he unbuttoned his shorts and let his manhood pop out.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" he asked in a slight German accent.
"Not at all" Griezmann responded, staring with lustful eyes at Draxler's cock. Then he played around with his sex toy and dick and started moaning again. Draxler started wanking fiercely with his right hand, lifting up his shirt with his left to stroke his abs and nipples. Both football talents watched each other intensely while playing with their own bodies.
After some time, Julian kicked his shoes off and got out of his shorts. He walked further into the shower and activated the shower right next to the one of Griezmann. The hot water made him even more horny and he saw that Griezmann was completely turned on by the fact that the water made Draxler's shirt cling tight to his strong, broad chest. Without saying a word, Antoine Griezmann got down on his knees and took Julian's dick in his hand, stroking it up and down. Then he took the head into his mouth. He loved the taste of this German stud and took his dick further and further down, until he felt it banging against the back of his throat. This made him choke and cough a little and Julian felt a bit responsible. He stroked the back of Griezmann's head and let him stand up again. Next, Julian leaned in for a deep wet kiss, pushing his French lover to the shower wall.
They stood there kissing for a couple of minutes, letting extatic gasps escape from their mouths in between, as the hot water caressed their exhausted but longing bodies. Julian broke off the kiss and took up the dildo that had fallen to the floor. Antoine smirked at his German lover and spread his legs as he lowered his back along the shower wall. Draxler knelt in front of him. He started stroking Griezmann's dick with his left hand and with his right he softly pushed the dildo back up the Frenchman's ass. Antoine started moaning again and Julian said something in German that he didn't understand but it sounded very strong and passionate. With each push of the dildo, Antoine felt his body shiver. He bucked his body up and down the sex toy and looked Julian straight into his eyes. He wanted this boy so bad now. Julian loved to see how he was pleasing Antoine. He went along with the excitement and took the French boy's cock all the way into his mouth. Both his right hand and his head were now moving back and forth. Antoine was now moaning so loud that anyone near the showers must have heard it.
But at this point, neither of the boys cared about that. Draxler let the dildo for what it was, got up from his knees and gave Griezmann another deep kiss. Next, he lifted him off the floor, taking the French boy's legs into his arms. Excited, he positioned his large cock at Antoine's ass and softly pushed it inside. "Ahh Julian, fuck me!" Antoine moaned and his eyes rolled to the back of his head with delight. The French accent somehow made Julian go wild and he rapidly pushed his dick in and out of the French boy's virgin asshole. With each thrust, Antoine shortly sighed. "Ah. Ah. Yeah. Ahh."
They leaned in closer to each other for another deep kiss. Draxler kept on going for some time: he was now unstoppable. He loved the feeling of his cock deep inside that tight ass and worked very hard to get it in there all the way. "Fuck yeah, I love your ass Antoine" he moaned between thrusts. Antoine now felt Julian hit some pleasure buttons deep inside him, bringing him close to climax. "Ahh, yeah German beast. Fuck me. Ahh, j'arrive!" he shouted. Julian kept fucking and felt Antoine's ass tighten its grip around his cock. Hot spurts of thick cum shot out of the French international's cock, landing on his abs. By the sight of this, Julian was coming close too. He leaned in for another kiss and slowed down his pace. "I'm coming," he softly moaned as he shot a huge and creamy load inside Griezmann's ass.
Completely exhausted, he let his cock pop out and let go off his lovers legs. Antoine quickly knelt down and took Draxler's dick inside his mouth, hungry for the last bits of sperm, sucking him completely dry.
When he finally got up, Julian looked at him and giggled.
"Haha, there's some.. – come here," he said and pulled Antoine close to lick off a bit of his own cum that stuck to the smaller boy's upper lip.
"Thanks for this." Griezmann smiled.
"Yeah, you too... We'd better find a good excuse to tell the others.. I should go now." Draxler responded. Then he got out of the shower, put his clothes back on and went to find his shoes.
The next afternoon, Julian got a text message that read
"Hi Julian. You didn't talk to anyone about our fun yesterday, did you? AG". Julian would never tell anyone, he wouldn't dare to because he loved his girl. So he replied:
"No. I would never. Thanks again. JuL" Another text followed quickly after:
"Ok thanks. Would you do it again?" This time, Julian took some time to answer since he hadn't thought about that yet. Finally, as he couldn't stop smiling when he thought about what had happened the day before, he answered
"Anytime".
So far the first episode of Julian discovering a kind of sexual appetite that's completely new to him.
More to come. Any feedback or suggestions: joshcorrigan94@gmail.com