Footballers Have Some Fun

By Alex Roberts

Published on Aug 13, 2003

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This Story contains M/M Sex if you are offended by this then do not read the story! This story is not based on fact it is pure fiction. I do not claim that those used within it are gay. If you have suggestions for the future stories or how to continue this story then let me know roberts170@hotmail.com

It had been a long hard day of training for the young lads and they were feeling the burn as they stepped into the showers, sweaty and covered in mud. As each man stepped into the showers they planted their eyes firmly on the wall, not one of them wanting to be the guy who gets caught looking...

In reality each man in the steam filled shower wanted to do a lot more then look but they managed to hold back their urges, each and every time they stepped into the showers. The temptation to look was always there but they never acted on it.

On the pitch it was a different story, they felt free to cop a feel at each other's man hoods through the soft shorts. Each man that stood in the shower with the water running down their backs knew roughly how large each of their teammates were, it was amazing what you could find out during one training session!

It wasn't long before the shower started to empty, in fact the large group of sweaty and horny men that once occupied it how now dwindled down to just two.

Michael Owen and Wayne Rooney both stood in the shower letting the water continue to run down their hard muscular bodies, across their tight bubble buts and down their long shafts. Each man stood with his back to the other, thus avoiding any chance of gay accusations, but secretly they both wanted to turn round.

`You two still in there?' The unmistakable accent of Steven Gerrard echoed through the shower as he shouted through to his fellow England internationals.

`Yeah, go on without us, we'll catch up.' Michael had replied to Gerrard.

`Yeah!' Chipped in Wayne.

`Ok but don't be to long...' The team had made plans to go out and unwind after a long week of training sessions and Michael and Wayne were supposed to be the centre of this celebration.

With their teammates gone Wayne and Michael were left alone in the shower and the changing room. Each man had spent more then enough time in the shower and was ready to get out, but they were each waiting for the other to leave. It seems that both men had formed the same idea, be the last one out and stare at the others arses!

But it was Wayne the crumpled first, bored of standing under the shower he turned away from the wall and grabbed a quick glance at Michaels muscled back and bubble but, before turning and exiting the shower. As he left the shower Michael was all too quick to turn and plant his eyes firmly on the tight virgin arse of Wayne.

He smiled as he watched the firm cheeks vibrate slightly as Wayne walked to the changing room. But the view was soon gone because Wayne was quick to wrap his white cotton towel around his waist.

With his view gone Michael to decided it was time to leave the shower. He followed the path of Wayne and exited the shower, wrapping his own towel around his waist as he went.

`You got any deodorant Mike?'

`Yeah, hang on a second.'

Michael bent over and grabbed the deodorant that he had placed in his bag. As he did so Wayne watched eagle eyed as the tight perfect arse of Owen rose in the air and seemingly hovered in front of his face.

But soon the fun of Wayne's had been taken away and Owen had thrown the deodorant can toward him. It was now that Michael dropped his towel and Wayne got the best view he had ever had. The bare naked flesh of Michael Owen stood in front of him.

The pert but, the muscled legs and thighs. Wayne had to stop himself from bending Michael over and exploring that lovely arse! But this view was not a view that lasted for long because soon Michael was in a tight pair of white CK boxers. The cotton of which was pressed tightly against the bubble of an arse that Owen had.

Wayne swallowed hard as he fumbled with the twisting top of the deodorant can that Michael had thrown to him. He had never been this attracted to a man before, but there was just something about Michael that was amazing.

`You ok there man?'

`What?'

`The deodorant can, you ok with it? It's a bit tricky.'

`Oh!'

`Here let me...' As Owen said these three words he approached Wayne and took the can in his hands. For a few moments the two England players fingers became one and slowly slid over each other's hands. Then the can was removed from the hand of Wayne and was firmly in the hands of Michael.

The two men stood staring into each other's eyes as Owen demonstrated the twisting cap of the can. Neither man wanted to stay looking into the others eyes but they couldn't look away no matter how hard they tried.

After the demonstration of the deodorant cap the two men should have been pulling away from each other and continuing to get dressed. After all they had a party to get to, and Wayne was still wrapped in a towel whilst Michael was stood in a tight pair of boxers.

And even though they should have been pulling away they couldn't. They stood staring into each other's eyes. Both men could feel their cocks starting to spring to life as they both leaned in closer to each other. Neither man saying word, they just both knew it was right.

Michael's and Wayne's lips slowly getting closer and closer together. The small gap of air between the two men's lips was shrinking and shrinking.

`You two still aren't ready yet?'


The voice of Steven Gerrard had woken both men from the trance like state they had occupied and they had both quickly busied themselves with other activities.

`Not yet no.'

`Shouldn't be much longer.'

Wayne and Michael both quickly got dressed. Wayne slipped on a pair of soft red silk boxers that covered his bubble arse and semi-hard cock perfectly. It wasn't long before both men were dressed in their dark blue England suits and ready to go. Much to the delight of Gerrard who had been stood in the doorway waiting for the two men, since he stopped there kiss.

During the somewhat boring celebration that the team had Owen and Rooney were unable to go more then a few minutes with out looking across to the other one, but they had yet to talk about the dressing room incident. They had yet to talk full stop!

But they wasn't going to last, Wayne wasn't going to let it. He had felt something in that dressing room that he had never felt and he new that Michael had felt it as well. He wanted to finish what they were about to start before they were interrupted!

`Michael, we need to talk.' Wayne had approached Michael as casually as he could and sat next to him. He was all but whispering in Owens ear as he talked.

`Yeah, I know. Look meet me in my room later on tonight.'

`What number?'

`404. We'll talk there, alright?'

`Ok, see you later.'

As Wayne walked away from Michael neither man could quite believe what they had just done. Had they really just made a date? Were they really going to do what they almost did in the dressing room?


As the night within the hotel bar started to wind down and the other players planned where to go next Michael and Wayne both made their excuses and went up to bed. Except Wayne didn't head toward his room, instead he headed toward room 404.

Wayne felt his stomach tighten as he walked toward room 404 and toward Michael. He didn't know what was going to happen when he went into Michaels room that night but he did know that his life was going to dramatically by the time he left.

As his knuckles made contact with the door he had never been more nervous. At 16 he could play football in front of thousands in a stadium and millions watching on television without one single attack of nerves but knocking on a door he felt nervous.

`Mike its me...' He spoke as softly and quietly as his body would allow him to.

There was no instant reply and Wayne got the horrible feeling that Michael had changed his mind and didn't want to remember what happened, or nearly happened in the changing room.

But it turned out that this was not the case because after a few seconds Michael opened the door and motioned Wayne inside. Both men smiled at each other as the door closed.

There was no explosion of passion as either man had expected, instead they both stood nervously looking at the other.

`Look Wayne, I have never...'

`Me either!' Wayne cut Michael off knowing what he was going to say. It seemed that this was enough to relax both men, they were on a level playing field as it were!

`So what do you want to do?' Michael asked the question and after a few moments of thought Wayne had an answer.

`Can I kiss you?' They desire to kiss Michael had been burning away at him all night...

`Sure' And truth be told it was burning away at Michael as well.

Wayne approached Michael and leaned toward him. Their lips finally touched and then the explosion of passion happened. Their tongues took over and slipped deep inside each others mouths. The hands of the two men seemed to take on a life of their own as well, as they ran down the backs and over the arse of each man.

Neither man had ever felt the urgent need to get naked, and it wasn't long before both men were stood in their boxer shorts looking, without shame at the other mans body and large tent!

And as they stood admiring each other Wayne found another part of Michaels body that he felt the urgent need to kiss. The large erect nipples of Michael were calling for Wayne, a call he was all to happy to answer.

Wayne took the left nipple of Michael into his mouth and let his tongue gently flick at the tip. HE could hear Michael sigh as his left nipple was gently bitten and kissed, and his right nipple was gently tweaked.

Michael had never felt anything like this before. His cock was becoming harder then he could ever imagine it would. The amount of blood that had rushed to his still swelling manhood was causing a slight pain all over his body. He desperately wanted to touch his cock, and to start jerking, but his hands were otherwise engaged.

Whilst Wayne was busy working over the nipples of Michael, he found his back and arse gently being rubbed and kneaded by the strong hands of Owen. Michaels fingers quickly ran down the hard tensed back of Wayne and soon found there way to the silk boxers of Wayne. Here they did not slip under the waistband as Rooney had expected, instead Michael let his hands run over the tight muscled cheeks of Wayne's arse through the soft silk of his red boxers.

`Suck me!' Owen sighed as Wayne slowly started to lick his hard washboard stomach. Michael had become so hard he couldn't take it anymore. He needed release, but his words were not an order to the young stud who was worshipping his body instead it was almost a plea.

A plea that Wayne decided to ignore. He could tell he was driving Owen mad with passion and he loved it, he loved the feeling of power he had over Michael and he loved the feeling of Michaels hands gently rubbing his arse and back.

His tongue was to busy with the hard stomach of Owen to worry about the hard cock of Owen! Wayne couldn't get enough of the sweet taste of Michaels skin, and as a result he couldn't stop kissing, licking and sucking at Michaels chest and stomach, no matter how much Michael begged for a blowjob.

It was as these two were enjoying each other so much that a sound interrupted their passion and their pleasure, it was the soft sounds of knocking. Someone was knocking on the door.


At first the two men attempted to ignore the knocking. They just sat on the bed in silence watching the door. Hoping that it would not open and hoping that the knocking would stop.

`Mike I need to talk to you.' It was that voice again. The voice of a man who had already stopped these two young studs getting to know each other better before, it was the voice of Gerrard.

Owen and Rooney both sat on the bed with their cocks slowly starting to soften neither knew what to do. They couldn't ignore the knocking because it was obvious that Gerrard was going nowhere. But they couldn't ignore the passion that they felt toward each other. They needed to finish what they were starting and they needed to finish now.

`Bathroom!' Michael jumped out of the bed as he said these words. He was gathering Wayne's clothes.

`What?'

`Get in the bathroom, I'll get rid of him then we can carry on!' As he pushed Wayne into the bathroom Michael quickly threw his clothes and shoes under the bed.

`Michael open the door!' Gerrard was still waiting.

`I'm on my way...' Michael murmured as sleepily as possible. He took in a deep breath and pulled open his hotel door and saw Gerrard smiling back at him.

`Take your time man!'

`Sorry'

Gerrard pushed his way into the room and took a seat on the bed. Michael who's dick was still semi-erect was obviously tenting in his tight boxers, something that Gerrard spotted all to quickly.

`Good dream was it!'

I guess so.' Replied Owen trying to laugh things off. What do you want?'

It was at this point that Gerrard stopped and looked at Michael. He smiled as he looked at the cute guy that stood in front of him obviously excited. He had always had a crush on Michael but never had the guts to do anything about it. But as he stood looking at Owen in the poorly lit hotel room Gerrard was growing some guts.

`Steve?'

`What?'

`What did you want?'

Gerrard was now done sitting on the bed. He didn't need to be there anymore. He walked toward Owen and looked him dead in the eyes. He smiled as he felt the hat rising from the body of his friend. But now he had stood up he had lost his guts and he quickly backed away from Michael. As he backed away and turned away from Michael, he spotted something.

There was a trouser leg sticking out from under the bed, Gerrard smiled as the thought that someone else was here started to enter his mind. He scanned the room and looked for a possible hiding place, there was only one place he thought to himself.

`Don't mind if I use your toilet do you!'

But there was no time for Michael to stop Gerrard, who was already at the door and pushing the handle down. Soon the door swung open and the smile on Gerrard's face grew as he saw the man the occupied the bathroom.

As Gerrard took in the sight of a half naked and semi-erect Wayne Rooney in thousands of thoughts ran through his mind. But he didn't take any of them in. Instead he did something that shocked him and the other two men in the room. He dropped to his knees and called Wayne over to him.

When Wayne arrived Steve took the large semi-erect cock from the silk boxers and let his large tongue slide up thick shaft.

Wayne shuddered as the tongue of Gerrard ran up his shaft, Owen on the other hand just stood watching, he couldn't quite believe his eyes.

`How big are you?' Gerrard asked Wayne.

`I don't know, about 9 and a half inches!' Gerrard smiled at this news and let his tongue run up the shaft of Wayne again.

This time when he reached the head of the now fully erect cock, which did indeed stand at a proud 9 ½ inches Gerrard cupped the arse cheeks of Wayne in each hand and slowly he began to swallow the cock down.

He heard large sighs from Wayne and he could also hear some moans from Michael, who was enjoying this show so much that he had slowly start to rub his cock through his boxers.

Wayne had now grabbed the head of Gerrard and was slowly starting to guide him up and down the large thick shaft of his cock with heavy sighs.

But there was something bothering Gerrard, of all the times he had imagined being with a guy he had never pictured himself as the submissive one. He had always seen himself in the more dominate role. Getting head rather then giving it. But here he was on his knees sucking on the cock of Wayne Rooney, and he was loving every second of it.

He loved the taste of this cock and he loved the smell to. It was a mixture of sweat and pre-cum that was driving him mad. But there was still something missing, Gerrard wanted there to be a dominate guy in the room somewhere. He wanted someone to take control, and then as if by magic it happened.

Michael get over here!' Wayne was taking control. Get on your knees and help Steve!'

Michael, who until now had been laying on the large double bed stroking his cock sprung into life as the youngster ordered him into action. He instantly crawled toward Wayne and Steve licking his lips in anticipation.

He quickly crossed the small room and was knelt next to Gerrard taking in the sight of the large cock in front of him. His tongue ran up the base as Gerrard moved his lips toward the head. Then in unison Owen and Gerrard retuned down the shaft to the base, sending shudders of pleasure through Wayne.

But Michael wasn't content with licking the think shaft of Wayne; he wanted to taste the whole thing. Michael wanted to swallow the large cock down, and so he pulled the mouth of Gerrard away from the large purple head of Rooney.

But it seems that both men wanted the same thing because they both quickly went to swallow the cock, with each man claiming half of the head. Soon their lips and tongues were involved in a passionate fight for the hard teenage cock.

Feelings of pure pleasure ran through Wayne as he felt the two tongues and sets of lips fight over his cock. He released gentle sigh after sigh. But those sighs and moans of pleasure soon turned to moans of pain. The two men were now biting at each other's lips and tongues, which wasn't the problem.

The problem was that Michael and Steve both caught the sensitive head and foreskin with their teeth as well.

`Fuck!' Cried Wayne as one of the two men sank their teeth into his large dick.

He instantly pulled his cock away from the more then willing mouths of his lovers and stared down at them.

`Who the fuck was that?' After a few moments of silence Gerrard placed his hand in the air to indicate it was him, he was to scared to say anything.

With this admission Wayne grabbed the back of Steve's neck and pulled him to his feet.

`What the fuck do you think you're doing?'

Gerrard was given no time to answer, instead Wayne drove his fist into the stomach of the midfielder. Steve bent over and clutched his stomach as he struggled to breath. He wanted to fight back but Wayne had caught him so off guard that he stood no chance.

But this hard punch to the mid-section was not enough for Wayne as it was followed up with a second and then a third, until Steve feel to his knees. But he didn't stay on his knees for long because Wayne soon had him back up so he could hit a fourth shot to the stomach.

It was after this fourth shot that Wayne through Gerrard to the large bed. He then turned his attention back to Michael as Gerrard lay on the bed with tears running down his face and little air in his lungs.

Michael had been visibly shocked by this out burst and was slowly starting to back away from Wayne.

`No you don't!'

Wayne grabbed Michael by the neck as well.

`You aren't done yet!'

Michael was left with little choice then to take the large and pre-cum filled head of Wayne into his mouth. And as he did he forgot all about Gerrard, laying beaten on the bed. All he could remember was the desire he felt for Wayne and how he wanted them to be together.

He ran his lips and tongue up and down the thick shaft of his lover, as Wayne moaned his signals of approval. Michael wanted nothing more then to taste the cum of Wayne but that was not to happen.

`Get up and bend over!'

Wayne was making more orders and this time Michael knew exactly what was coming. He did as he was ordered and bent over so his chest and shoulders were resting on the end of the soft bed. It was only then that he remembered Gerrard laying on the bed.

He swallowed hard as he looked at an example of the power that Wayne had. Suddenly he didn't want to be bent over anymore, but it was to late Wayne had already started to place his cock in the tight hole of Owen.

His head was placed between the cheeks first, and slowly Wayne guided the shaft in. Slowly letting each inch of his pole enter Michael who was letting out loud screams of pain.

With half his large dick placed in the tight arse of Michael, Wayne looked toward Gerrard who was slowly starting to recover. He smiled as Gerrard took in the scene in front of him. Wayne Rooney was fucking a naked Michael Owen in his perfect arse.

`Shut him up Steve!'

Steve knew exactly what he had to do to shut the screaming Owen up. He quickly unzipped his trousers and brought out his semi-erect penis. It stood at a full 10-inch glory by the time Gerrard had stroked it a few times.

He smiled as he slid the cock into the mouth of Michael. The cock muffled the screaming and it left Wayne free to continue his fun!

So as Wayne entered further and further into Michael, Steve Gerrard was busying fucking the mouth of Owen with his giant dick. And after just a few short minutes the two men were moving in unison with their violent thrusting.

In...

Out...

In...

Out...

Each thrust the two men got harder, there hips moving faster and more aggressively as they took advantage of Owen, who by this time had started to enjoy the experience.

He had never felt anything like it before in his life, 2 large cocks thrusting in and out of his mouth and arse in unison. The feeling was amazing.

`I'm going to cum!' Gerrard and Wayne both muttered these words in unison.

And after just three more thrusts into Michael both men shot their large loads deep into the England striker. Owen happily took down the large shoots of cum from Gerrard and had never felt as good as when Wayne's load exploded from his cock deep inside his arse.

As the three men collapsed breathing heavily they looked at each other and smiled. Gerrard was still in his England suit and was sweating more then any of them. Wayne was wearing his soft red silk boxers and was exhausted. Michael on the other hand was naked. His dick still throbbing and waiting to be relived.


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