This work is a piece of fiction. I do not know Christiano Ronaldo, Michael Owen or Steven Gerrard and as far as I know, none of them are homosexual. If you are under 18 or are easily offended, do not read. If you like this story, e-mail me at david_buckingham1984@msn.com.
Michael Owen brushed past his replacement as he walked off the pitch. England were winning 4-1 against Portugal at St James' Park, and with another 30 minutes still left, the manager had decided to substitute Owen and keep him fresh for the next World Cup Qualifier against Sweden. Michael felt pretty satisfied as he walked off the pitch - he had scored two of the goals, and won the penalty for one of the others. All in all it had been a very good game for England's most talented forward, even if he would have preferred to carry on playing. He hated being substituted when he had a chance for a hat-trick. Instead of heading for the bench, Michael decided to head straight to the changing rooms, have a quick shower, and be back out in time for the final whistle. As he headed down the tunnel, the sounds of the crowd began to fade out. Michael walked through the away changing room door, forgetting that he wasn't part of the away team at St James' Park like he normally would be when playing for Liverpool. He walked into the toilet and stood in front of the urinal, lowering his shorts to pull out his flaccid penis. As he began to piss, he became aware of a shallow breathing noise coming from behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see that one of the three cubicles was occupied, the door closed. From his vantage point, Michaels could see a pair of burgundy socked feet just inside the door. Finishing his piss, Michael shook his penis and then pulled the front of his shorts back up. He walked slowly over to an adjacent cubicle, curious to find out what the guy was up to. Carefully, Michael climbed onto the toilet seat and stood upright so that he could see over into the other cubicle. Sitting in the cubicle was a familiar face: Christiano Ronaldo, young star of Manchester United and one of the Portuguese substitutes. But Michael was shocked to see what the 18 year old was doing. Christiano had his erect cock in his right hand and was wanking hard. His left hand was underneath his shirt, rubbing his chest. Michael was stunned and instantly aroused. He could feel his semi-erect cock pushing against the cubicle wall. Michael quietly reached down with his right hand and started to jerk off in his shorts, watching the teenager in front of him getting closer to climax. Christiano's cock looked to be about 7 inches and very thick, bigger than Michael would have imagined and bigger than his own cock, which was about 6 inches long. Michael could see a line of precum stretching between Christiano's throbbing cock head and the burgundy shirt he was wearing. The shirt was just far enough up that Michael could see a treasure trail of hair stretching from the patch of dark, bushy pubes around Christiano's cock up towards his belly button. This turned Michael on even more and he could feel his balls tightening as he got closer to cumming. Michael was totally engrossed in his wanking and was watching open mouthed as the hot Portuguese teen in front of him jerked himself silly. He felt his cock become even harder and then began emptying his load into his shorts, shot after shot of cum bursting out onto the nylon fabric. The power of Michaels ejaculation forced some of the cum through the fabric of his shorts and onto the cubicle wall. Michael was so into it, that he didn't realize until too late that saliva was building up in his mouth. Before he could stop it, a line of saliva fell down from his mouth. The spit fell on Christiano's left arm, and the young man looked up in shock. Michael pushed himself back from the cubicle wall but slipped as he was still wearing his football boots. He fell to the floor with a crash. As he was starting to push himself up off the floor, his cubicle door flew open and Michael was confronted by Christiano, whose cock was still sticking out from the waistband of his shorts. Just as Michael was about to make some kind of excuse, a voice came from behind Christiano. "What the fuck was all that noise......" Steven Gerrards voice trailed off as he took in the site in front of him, Christiano Ronaldo standing with his cock out in front of Michael Owen, sitting on the floor, his shorts covered in cum. Then the lights went out.
(To be continued.....)
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