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England Cricket Boys 10: Jonny Bair-hoe
"You hear about our Sammy and your boy Shreyas?" Jonny Bairstow asked India's Test captain, Virat Kohli as the players walked off the pitch at the close of play. "Yes, Shreyas is very happy, I can't get him to focus!" Virat scoffed. "I knew the plan would work." Jonny teased. "Ginger bastard." Virat retorted playfully. "If you want a similar excuse for being shit, you know where I am." Jonny added. "Ha, you wish. Come over though, we can have a beer." Virat replied, keen to get Jonny's opinion of his Indian Premier League experience.
The Yorkshireman arrived at the Indian captain's hotel room after dinner to find Virat wearing a dark blue polo shirt and shorts, white socks and slippers. "Come on in." Virat smiled. A couple of bottles of Cobra sat ready on the bedside table which Jonny made a beeline for. The Englishman threw himself onto the bed while Virat busied himself by tidying up some of his clothes then popping the top off each bottle, Jonny took a nice, long and refreshing swig. "That's the spot." Jonny grunted proudly.
Johnny lay back on the bed watching Virat as he briefly busied himself. Mindlessly the Yorkshireman reached for the bulge in his trackie bottoms and moved to make it more comfortable. Jonny's hand should have remained on his cock for no longer than a couple of seconds, but he realised that after 15 seconds his hand was still there and squeezing himself through the thin fabric. "How are you finding India?" Virat asked as he worked away. "Yeah, it's lush mate. Great food, great people, great temperature. Fucking love it." Jonny replied emphatically.
"You ok there boy?" Virat grinned turning to see and Jonny fondling himself unashamedly. "Ahh shit, sorry." Johnny apologised. "Fuck's sake, you're going to get me hard now." Virat complained. "Get over here then." Johnny grinned, patting the space next to him on the mattress. Virat threw his stuff aside and dropping himself onto the space next to the Englishman, the Indian legend began to massage the bulge growing in his shorts.
With Virat committed, Johnny could now get straight to the point. Reaching for his own waistband the Yorkshireman held them down while lifting his hips and allowed his hard cock to pop free. Johnny's pale white 6.5-inch cock snapped back against his belly, his tight foreskin pointing directly towards his belly button. Virat followed suit, lifting his hips to slip his shorts straight down to his knees freeing his own growing cock. The Indian's cut cock grew steadily as his fist closed around his member and gradually began to slide along the top half.
"Good lad." Johnny purred, watching on like a cat stalking its prey while pulling his own wood slowly but firmly. Virat smiled back at Jonny, quickly reaching the same speed as the England star. The two cricketers slowly jerked themselves while appreciating the aesthetic differences between their two swords. Johnny looked upon Virat's cock, the indigo veins on the Indian's shaft were thin but full as they helped support the blood supply from Virat's beautiful, brown dome. The ginger cricketer's eyes studied Virat's shaft hungrily, watching the head intermittently increase in mass after another stroke from the Indian's talented hands. Jonny licked his lips, resisting the urge to swallow now for now.
Virat too eyed his own cock, proud of his big, brown 7.5-inch mast before glancing across to Jonnys pale 6.5 pole. The Indian maestro studied the difference in their cocks, the way that Johnny foreskin didn't reveal his head meant the Englishman didn't have to pull his foreskin all the way down to achieve pleasure. Looking at another cock while tugging his own felt so naughty it was good, sending pulses of blood through his cock, thickening his shaft as he tugged. Virat was settling into things nicely.
"Should probably take our shirts off, for the mess." Jonny smiled, dropping his cock and reaching for the base of his t-shirt. Virat watched on with interest as Jonny's shirt slid up his body to reveal a full, pale frame filled by a mixture of muscle and a good Yorkshire beer or two and covered in the healthy forest of coppery red hairs which were nice and dense around his inny belly button, thinning as they led up to his pecs and spread out of the pair of them over his broad pink nipples. Virat also noticed the high density of freckles that covered the Englishman's pale shoulders as he resumed jerking his hard cock.
Jonny was first to cross the boundary, reaching over to hold Virat's lean pec. The Indian maintained his focus upon himself, stroking his cock firmly and consistently to ensure he retained its nice hardness, all the while glancing across to Jonny every once in a while, to see the pale cricketer's progress.
The Yorkshireman was a little jealous of Virat's body, the slender Indian had an excellent muscle toned to his body, the muscularity heightened by his current mission to relieve his nuts. The batsman's beautiful, brown skin looked so good as it shuttled along his cock. Virat's lightly-covered, tattooed forearm thinned out nicely to a smooth bicep tensed as it worked hard, rapidly stroking his solid member. Just out of Jonny's main vision he could also see Virat's head glistening as a bead of precum spread itself across his head. Squeezing Virat's pecs in his hand to feel the Indian's tensed muscle was very nice indeed and coupled with the sight of that precum glazing, Jonny felt himself being encouraged to take it up another notch.
Jonny moved his body around at a right angle from Virat's then reaching over with his neck, the Englishman held his head above that beautiful, brown cock. Stroking himself a couple more times, Virat took extra pleasure in his own fist before holding his shaft straight up for Jonny to take over. The Yorkshireman's eyes lit up and lowering his lips around Virat's head he swallowed the very top of his hard cock. The Indian let out a light sigh which grew in bass and depth as Jonny's lips descended, clinging tight to the throbbing meat.
Virat watched his cock disappear in a ginger mist as Jonny's furry orange face devoured his cock, sliding his lips to the very base before dragging them back to the tip. "Yeah, Jonny boy." Virat sighed in his sexy, Indian accent. The response from Jonny was exactly as Virat desired, the Englishman moved with pace and power aggressively swabbing his tonsils with Virat's throbbing member. The freedom of Jonny's movement was the most impressive thing about the Yorkshireman who sucked hungrily at Virat's beautiful shaft.
The sound of Virat's sexy voice purring with satisfaction was exactly what Jonny wanted to hear. Jonny's response was to bounce with extra confidence, sliding his lips tightly along the Indian's tasty, throbbing meat. The synergy between the cricketers had also reached telepathic levels with the Yorkshireman's lips descending at the exact same time Virat's hips jabbed up to feed Jonny his hard cock. The feeling of Virat's swollen head smashing into his tonsils with increasing force transmitted itself as raw pleasure through Jonny's body and where the Englishman's hand jerked hard on his own cock, the wicketkeeper could feel his hard cock thickening.
"You like that do you boy?" Virat grinned, noticing the increasing speed of Jonny's work. An affirmative sound from the Englishman only broadened Virat's grin further as he could feel his head stabbing deeper into the ginger keeper's skull. What wasn't to like, Virat's cut was perfectly hard and every time the Englishman stabbed his tonsils with Virat's head, he felt his own head swell his excitement between his tight fingertips.
Over the years, Johnny had become a real glutton for sucking a cock. He loved the way a thick piece of wood felt when it throbbed between his lips, responding to the slow slither of his wet mouth, Virat's dome produced copious amounts of saliva to lube that lovely, brown, pulsating cock. The Brit's favourite bit was each and every time Virat's brain poked Jonny's brain through the roof of his mouth. The deep dips of Jonny's nose gave the Englishman the opportunity to indulge in the curly bush of dark hairs surrounding Virat's enticing base. The great man was fragrant, smelling deliciously manly to accompany those ruggedly handsome good looks.
Both Jonny's taste buds and his nostrils were being pleasured by Virat's perfect body. Meanwhile, the Brit continued to tug himself firmly, adding an extra stimulus to his impressive oral work for his own enjoyment. Virat left Jonny to service him the way the Brit wanted, and Jonny did exactly that, mixing his saliva with the Indian's precum and making sure to smear it around his messy face. Even after they were finished, Jonny knew he would be able to smell Virat's manly essence all over his copper beard. It would be there when he went to bed tonight and it would still be there when Jonny emptied his nuts first thing tomorrow morning. Another pulse of agreement from Jonny's thick cock confirmed the horny ginger was onto a winner. And to make absolutely sure he had everything he needed, Jonny pulled off Virat's beautiful boner, whipped himself with it 5 times then swallowed it again. "Fuckingggg bastard!" Virat cursed softly.
"Yeah boy yeahhhh." Virat groaned. Watching Jonny's head bouncing along his shaft, the Indian watched his cock disappear and reappear. Every descent made his head tingle while his nuts churned furiously. Virat's furry, brown nuts rapidly grew heavier, filling with semen in preparation for his upcoming eruption. "You like my dick bad boy?" Virat smiled, feeling delightfully happy as the Englishman's lips worked majestically along his sword. "Hmmm mmm." Jonny mumbled his response through the Indian's tasty cock.
The plans in Jonny's mind didn't end with Virat shooting in his mouth. The pale redhead wanted that sexy, brown meat inside his fat arse to fill him up with his other favourite piece of wood. Rolling to the base of Virat's cock the Yorkshireman held the Indian's strong legs and straight back up to the top, slowing as he reached the tip then allowed the hardness to send Virat's cock snap back against his stomach.
Spitting across his fingers and placing them against his pink hole, Jonny ruthlessly skewered himself on his own fingers by taking one long breath and pushing them in firmly. The Yorkshireman felt his hole open, sliding around his fingers with minimal fuss and releasing a happy sigh, he began to wriggle them around within his tight rectum. Jonny maintained a little suction around Virat's cock using his oesophagus to suck a little flavour from the Indian's head to keep him at full mast.
"Yes boy." Virat purred, watching Johnny bob away on his throbbing wood. The Indian legend could feel his big brown nuts churning their load in preparation to blast it across Jonny's mischievous face. Virat couldn't wait to ice Jonny's face after all the playful banter they'd engaged in on the field throughout the day. There was a mutual respect between the pair and that respect meant that more than ever, Virat wanted to give the cheeky Brit the drowning his face deserved.
Despite Virat's intentions, Jonny was mentally ready to execute his own plan and ride the Indian's big, brown dick. The Yorkshireman's throat rolled down over Virat's throbbing cock one last time then he popped up and off to the visible frustration of the Indian legend. "What are you doing?" Virat grumbled as Jonny straightened up with a malevolent grin on his face. The Yorkshireman still jerked Virat's throbbing wood and with a confident wink, Jonny threw his leg over Virat's long, brown legs. Now Virat knew the plan and although Jonny had turned his back on his tip, the Yorkshireman knew Virat would be moaning a different tune in a few seconds.
Virat's beautiful, brown eyes focused on Jonny's wide, pale arse cheeks which the Yorkshireman spread nicely as he knelt above the Indian's tower of a boner and resting his pink ring against Virat's wet tip. The Englishman squeezed himself down while Virat pushed his crotch up. "Yup." Jonny laughed as his ring had no problem slipping around Virat's large bulb to seal the top inside him. There was a little further for Jonny to sink before the Brit could reset his base but without fuss the bottom's hole devoured the next two inches of Virat's boner. Suddenly within a matter of seconds Virat had gone from someone desperate to cum, to a person who wanted to do anything but cum! Thinking about anything and everything that wouldn't turn him on, Virat focused his mind elsewhere and deadened his senses to Jonny's hot body sinking down around his bare cock.
Jonny had no such problems given he wanted to feel all of this. The Yorkshireman held his own hard cock in his right hand while his left-hand kept Virat's solid cock steady as his tight hole swallowed the Indian's hard, brown cock. The Yorkshireman couldn't see the penetration, but he had a good idea of how amazing white sliding around brown looked and his pulsing cock agreed. Jonny's mind however was more focused on imagining what their bodies looked like within his arse hole.
Behind Jonny's eyelids formed the image of bare, throbbing, brown flesh of Virat's rigid cock as it burrowed its way inside the Yorkshireman. The top's dark meat pushed apart the tight muscles of Jonny vibrantly pink insides which squeezed back in futile resistance as Virat's mast progressed towards his tender prostate. The bottom could feel his chute widening to accommodate the sexy Indian's solid shaft as it opened him up from within.
That round, pale arse rolled down Virat's meat slowly but surely as if Jonny was a man on a mission. The Indian legend counted the inches of his hard brown cock as they disappeared into those doughy cheeks of Jonny's sexy, fat arse. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1.5, 1, 0.5, oh fuck." Virat sighed gently as Jonny's cheeks rested on his thighs. "Ride that dick white boy." he added, glancing up Jonny's broad back.
Keeping control of the situation, Jonny moved slowly from hilt to tip. The Yorkshireman could feel Virat's excited cock pulsing along happily as he moved carefully up and down, too slow to stimulate the Indian's balls but not slow enough for the top to lose interest. Those thick, pale thighs looked extra meaty as they contracted and relaxed, pulling Jonny's horny hole along the hard, brown wood that felt so fucking good.
"Get it English boy." Virat sighed as Jonny's body moved a little faster. The top could feel the wonderful tightness of Jonny's smooth insides sucking on his bulb as the bottom bounced, teasing Virat's balls to explode inside the Yorkshireman's pale body. With all the oral work Jonny had put in so far, the explosion wouldn't be far off but for now the horny top just had to manage his throbbing cock. It was going to be a struggle for Virat but a struggle he was going to sorely enjoy after another stroke of Jonny's raw hole along his bare, brown boner.
By contrast, Jonny was having no trouble at all. Once the bottom found motion on Virat's cock he didn't look back. The Yorkshireman used his powerful legs to drag his horny hole up Virat's beautiful, brown pole and once he'd reached the top the Brit allowed gravity to take him straight back to the base. This wasn't Jonny's first Indian rodeo given his Yorkshire career. The batsman turned wicket keeper had grown up with many of the lads in his cricket club teaching him how to play spin and how to take a big, brown cock. Sure, there was no physical difference between a big, white cock and a big, brown cock but that didn't mean Jonny couldn't find more reason to love this dick.
Feeling the thick, brown meat throb as it travelled up inside him only made Jonny want it more. The bottom increased the height of each bounce as he fucked himself, his appetite for internal destruction seemingly insatiable as he let out a groan of pleasure. Their united bodies were nicely in tune as each bounce of Jonny's body spread waves of joy throughout Virat's hard cock.
A couple of minutes has passed with their bodies sliding together smoothly to the delight of both cricketers. Virat now felt confident in his own self-control to take full control. The Indian legend had a nice tight grip of Jonny's doughy sides and held the bottom steady as his strong, brown legs stabbed his thick, throbbing cock up into the Yorkshireman's warm belly. "Yeah V, give it me!" Jonny growled with delight. The Yorkshireman felt the thrust of his sexy top slam 7.5 inches of Indian meat so far inside his body that Virat's hairy, brown balls rocked up into Jonny's. The horny bottom felt his nuts swell excitedly with the combined pleasure of the internal friction and external connection of their balls. It had been a few days since Jonny last emptied his copper coated balls and the extended stay of his creamy load made the bottom's balls extra sensitive to touch. The horny bottom felt excellent as his nuts churned with anticipation.
Once Virat had begun thrusting the horny top had quickly taken full control. Squeezing the Yorkshireman's meaty sides, Virat pulled his bottom roughly down into his crotch then shot Jonny back up with a deep thrust of his cock. "Fuck yeah bad boy." Jonny growled with delight. From the crunching sounds echoing around the room, it was clear Virat could give it with immense force and without a word of protest Jonny could take it all. As he bounced to Virat's beat, Jonny's thick cock flopped up and down to enjoy the rhythmic swing of his sexual dance. The temptation to jerk was strong but there was something about a free flopping boner that Johnny adored.
Given the sensational oral warm up and superb secondary effort from Jonny's arse, Virat could feel himself nearing the edge. The rhythm and synergy had been incredible but for the ultimate climax, Virat needed to put Jonny in his place. The top had enough resolve to jab Jonny several more times before it was time to change position. With an impressive show of controlled skill and strength, Virat pinned his crotch up against Jonny's doughy arse and tilted the bottom by raising his left side and using his momentum to spin them around. The Englishman helped any way he could by making his weight as neutral as possible and in a flash the pair had flipped with Jonny on his furry, copper belly and Virat between his legs, ready to spear him deep.
Once Virat's crotch had pinned Jonny's body to the bed it was time to smash him out of the park. The top was well aware he only had a short wick to play with and set about shortening it with fast, hard stabs deep inside the tight, white arse of his restrained bottom. There was no escape as Virat's legs settled themselves either side of Jonny's body and his hands landed either side of Jonny's head. SMACK! Sounded the first of many powerful thrusts of hard, brown cock into Jonny's hungry belly.
A pair of tightly tensed skinny, brown glutes pulled Virat's cock back 5 inches then released their tension. An epic thud sounded from Jonny's doughy cheeks as gravity smashed Virat's crotch into the Brit's arse. Soon the top was using Jonny's cheeks as a springboard, clenching at the very end of each impact and using the bounce of Jonny's juicy arse to push back.
"Damn...that cock's...so fucking...good!" Jonny grunted between shots. The stab of Virat's bare, brown cock had the desired effect on Jonny's horny body. The bottom's tight chute squeezed hard on Virat's pole as it slid to the deepest depths of Jonny's rectum. The Englishman's hole sucked hard on Virat's pole as the Indian fucked him hard enough to force the air out of his lungs with every drop. Jonny was loving every second of punishment he was receiving, practically willing the Indian to blow his load inside.
To add extra physical dominance to the situation, Virat moved his right hand in the middle of the bottom's back but continued to spear. The Indian legend watched his hard, brown log slide into Jonny's tight pocket and enjoyed the feel of that lovely pale flesh sliding along his shaft as it plunged deep inside the bottom's rectum. The suck of Jonny's hole felt marvellous and after the amazing pregame, the penultimate part made Virat's nuts feel extraordinary.
The exploding pop of Virat's crotch off Jonny's doughy cheeks grew louder still as he buried his cock deep down inside the Englishman. The tightness of Jonny's narrow chute applied the perfect pressure to the Indian's pounding cock. After the fantastic blowjob and their first position had pushed Virat so close he would only need to maintain this speed for a little while longer. A thud per second echoed around the room as the Indian crunched down into his bottom to Jonny's audible delight. Virat's furry nuts were heavy with cum and coated in sweat as he crushed this into Jonny's waiting cheeks. "Yeahhhh." Jonny called again.
Slicing down into the sweet flesh of Jonny's body, time was nearly up. The length of Virat's shaft felt pleasured by Jonny's delightful arse. A tingle of excitement triggered every nerve as it shot up Virat's spine and he counted down the remaining shots. 5, he smashed into those doughy, white cheeks. 4, his palm pushed harder into Jonny's sweaty back. 3, his head stroked the Englishman's tender sphincter. 2, he crunched his nuts against Jonny once more. 1, he bit his lip and himself as deep as he could then popped out of Jonny's hole and began to beat his cock furiously.
"Cum in my mouth!" Jonny begged, rolling onto his back and presenting Virat his target. The Brit re-swallowed the thick, brown log which had fucked his sweaty hole so well and growled at the taste of his own creamy flesh along Virat's delicious cock. The sound of Jonny's fist smacking his own crotch with every stroke served as added stimulation to the ginger man's warm, wet mouth as Virat took himself to the brink then pushed himself down to Jonny's tonsils. "Hmmm yeahhh!" Virat sighed again, his cute pink lips falling open as he exhaled with increasing force. Jonny's eyes glanced up to see Virat's lip curl and release a final groan of happiness.
A delightful flick of the tongue, caressing Virat's raging head was the final ingredient to cause the Indian to grip the sheets and his hips to buck. "Holy shit!" Virat exclaimed as his balls shrank then exploded in the blink of an eye shooting thick cum around the inside of the Englishman's busy mouth. The Indian couldn't stop his hips from pushing down into Jonny's face, forcing his thick head further inside to spray his salty seed.
Jonny's internal neck muscles got straight to work sucking down everything Virat had to offer as hot cum squirted angrily around the inside of his throat. The Englishman inhaled heavily, sucking hungrily at Virat's foaming head after every spasm, sending more creamy jizz into his throat. "Yah boy, yahhh." Virat sighed, his accent thickening as his orgasm coated the inside of Jonny's mouth with thick, fresh milk.
Along with the sound of Virat's cries of pleasure the room echoed from the smacks of Jonny's fist against his crotch. Virat's eyes were fixated on Jonny's oesophagus which he could see contracting and relaxing as the muscles inside pushed his produce down into Jonny's stomach. The Englishman's exhales had become longer and louder, still jerking furiously as his tongue and lips helped him lap up any drops of Virat's seed which had tried to escape as the Indian dropped yet more cum into Jonny's hungry mouth.
The servant in Jonny was finally about to be overruled by his own needs. Saving up a deep hard groan, Jonny's nose boomed with glee as his ginger nuts released their contents and his cum began to fly. To Virat's surprise, Jonny's orgasm was the biggest thing he'd ever seen as the Yorkshireman fired thick ropes of cum about 1.5m straight up into the air before they came splattering down on his stocky torso.
The gap between Virat's pulses grew longer and the liquid leaving his head had weakened to practically nothing allowing Jonny to focus on himself. The speed of Jonny's fist increased whilst his audible pleasure also rose in volume, using his tongue to swirl around Virat's head and polish it clean while his own nuts exploded violently. The pale skin of Jonny's stocky frame quickly became covered in some of the thickest strands of white cum Virat had ever seen. By Virat's calculation it had been a few days since Jonny had dropped a load and every shot that followed only seemed to support that thought.
A nice firm swallowing sound came from Jonny's nose again as his throat forced the last of Virat's seed down his throat while his raging cock fired another high, hard shot of his dense cum. The map of purple veins along Jonny's shaft were thicker than ever as the blood surged through his cock and the Englishman's cum went with it. More long streamers splattered into the curly, copper hairs covering Jonny's broad chest as his nuts relieved the pressure with more tensing of his creamy nuts.
The last few moments were just about enjoying Virat's sexy body and the final few breaths he could take of the Indian before it was time to clean up. The Yorkshireman's balls were nearly empty and with a final shuttle jerk, his fist pulled the last drops of his cum out into his ginger pubes and finally his evening's work was done.
Jonny sighed with satisfaction. "Well, that was unexpected boy, but thank you." Virat grinned. "Haha, no, thank you, I needed the protein." Jonny chuckled, licking his lips and washing it down with another long, refreshing draught of his beer. Virat hopped up, took a draught of his own beer and resumed his tidying while an exhausted Jonny watched on. The Brit just needed to rest his eyes for a few minutes and then he could summon the energy to drag himself back to his own room.
"Bahhh!" Jonny woke up with a start 5 minutes later when Virat nudged him awake. "Fucker." Jonny mumbled, sitting up and re-finding his bearings. Dried cum had crusted along his skin and caught itself in his chest hairs but Jonny didn't care. The Yorkshireman climbed back into his clothes and headed for the door. "See you tomorrow." Virat beamed. "Tomorrow." Jonny grinned as they shared a fist bump.
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