This work is a piece of fiction. I do not know Alan Smith, Michael Owen, David Beckham, Steven Gerrard or Joe Cole and do not know their sexual preferences. The actions depicted in this story do not in any way mean that they are gay or bisexual in real life. ------------------------------------- -------------------Alan's thoughts appear like [this] and Michael's like {this}. ------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 4
Alan was lying back on his bed reading the back pages of the newspaper. The headline read "Smith Stuns Spain". England had beaten Spain the night before. Alan had scored a hat trick, his first in an international game, and was being heralded as one of England's greatest ever strikers after a string of brilliant performances. Alan was happy to know that the press were on his side when it came to football, but some of the stories that had been appearing in the tabloids recently had worried him. Because he hadn't had a girlfriend for a while, the press were beginning to question his sexuality and were delving into his personal life. Alan didn't see what all the fuss was about. OK, so he hadn't had a girlfriend in a while, but what did they expect. He was playing football every other day, and training on his days off. What with the Premiership, European competitions and all the England internationals, he hardly had a minutes rest let alone time to meet a girl he really liked. Besides, he didn't really feel ready for a public relationship. Maybe the speculation was better than the hounding he would get if he did go out with someone. While Alan finished reading the report on the previous night's game, his roommate and striking partner Michael Owen emerged from the en suite bathroom. Alan looked up as Michael walked across to the wardrobe. "Have you seen what they're saying about David in here?" Alan asked pointing to an article which was criticising the England captain David Beckham. "I can't believe they keep criticising him even though we're winning games." "I know," Michael replied as he pulled a T Shirt from the wardrobe and put it on. "OK, so he doesn't have the same influence on games as he used to, but he's still an inspirational captain." Michael removed the towel that he had been wearing around his waist and threw it on to the bed, revealing his body from the waist down. He picked out a pair of tracksuit bottoms and pulled them on. "I'm going down for some breakfast, you coming?" he asked, reaching for the comb to sort out his hair. "I haven't had a shower yet," Alan replied, "I'll grab something later". "OK, see you later". "Sure". Michael left the room leaving Alan on his own. Alan put the paper down and lay their on his bed thinking about how he could have played even better in the game. His thoughts began to stray, and his mind's eye kept focussing on Michael. It came as no surprise to Alan. On and off he had been having dreams in which Michael appeared in sexual situations. Alan wasn't sure what it meant. He wasn't gay, or at least he didn't think so, and all of his other erotic dreams involved women. Apart from in those dreams, he never saw Michael as anything other than a good friend and a team mate. The only time Alan felt awkward around Michael was when they were naked. Ever since that night three months ago when Michael had seen Alan's stiff cock, Alan had been nervous when he stripped off in front of Michael. It was one thing for another guy to see you limp, a totally different matter if they see you stiff and covered in pre cum. Whenever Michael got naked, like just a moment ago, Alan wasn't sure where to look. Alan sat up and tried to clear his thoughts. He stood up and walked over to the wardrobe and tried to find his favourite T Shirt. He knew it was in here somewhere. As he was searching through the rack, he noticed a shoebox on the floor of the wardrobe pushed towards the back. It was on Michael's side, but curious to see what was inside, Alan leant down and picked it up. He opened the box and was shocked by what he found inside. Wrapped in some kind of paper towel was a black dildo, about 7 inches long. Alan took it out from the box. He looked up at the mirror on the wall and almost laughed out loud. [What would the tabloids make of this?] he wondered as he stood there, wearing only a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers, with a black dildo in his hand. [I wonder why Michael has one of these?] he wondered. [The girls he has sex with must like that little bit extra]. Just as he completed the thought, he heard a sound - someone was unlocking the door. He pushed the shoebox under Michael's bed and, dildo still in hand, crawled under there after it. He had barely got under when the door opened and someone walked in. "Alan? You here?" called the person. Alan recognized the voice. It was Michael. [I thought he had gone to breakfast]. Alan watched Michael's feet move across the room to the bathroom door. Michael must have checked if Alan was in the bathroom. The bathroom door closed, and Michael moved back toward the main door. Alan thought Michael was going to leave again, but instead he heard the lock click on the door and saw Michael's feet moving back towards the bed. Michael sat down on the end of his bed, his feet just inches from Alan's face. [What is he doing?] Alan thought. His silent question was answered almost immediately as he saw Michaels tracksuit bottoms fall to the floor in front of him. [Oh God!] Alan thought as he realised what Michael was about to do. Moments later, Alan could hear the barely perceptible but distinctive sound of foreskin being pulled across a hard cock. Above him, sitting on the bed, Michael was enjoying his first wank since they had arrived in Spain. Somehow he had never found the time until now, and thankfully Alan had disappeared somewhere. {He's probably gone out for a run} Michael thought, and then returned his attention to the job at hand. He looked up at the mirror, and watched himself jerking off. He loved the sight of his own cock, especially when it was hard. It was about 7 inches long and real thick, probably the thickest of all the guys in the England squad. He stopped jerking so that he could remove his T Shirt and throw it on the floor. Then he carried on, working away at his cock while with his spare hand he played with his balls or reached up to his nipples and played with them. He felt a yearning build up inside of him for some anal action. He stood up and walked to the wardrobe. He opened it and searched around on the floor for his box. Under the bed, Alan could see that Michael was looking in the wardrobe. [What the fuck is he looking for] he wondered, and then suddenly remembered the dildo he was holding. [Oh Shit!]. Meanwhile, Michael was still looking for the box under the pile of clothes in the wardrobe. "Where the fuck is it?" he asked out loud. He was sure he put it in the wardrobe. {Unless,} he thought, {I put it in the airing cupboard in the bathroom}. He walked out of the bedroom into the bathroom. Alan took this opportunity to scramble out from under the bed. He stood in the middle of the room looking frantically for some place he could hide the dildo. "What the FUCK are you doing with that?!" Alan spun round to see Michael standing in the doorway to the bathroom, his semi-stiff cock starting to droop downwards. "And what the FUCK is THAT?!" Alan looked down towards where Michael was pointing and saw that he had the biggest erection of his life.
[Oh Shit!].
Coming next time. Steven Gerrard finds out about Joe Coles secret!
The Michael/Alan storyline will continue later in the series.
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