Jack Grealish Off the Record Author: Tysontears Man/Man, Feet, Oral, Anal
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I tried to contain my excitement as a member of the Etihad security team walked me through the corridors towards the Man City team changing rooms.
I thought back to why I was even here, I'm a journalist for a small magazine that covers an array of topics, my editor had tasked me with interviewing footballers on their mentality, frame of mind before a game, thoughts on mental health and other, deeper questions. I remember turning my nose up at the thought because I wasn't heavily into football. But when he told me he had secured an interview with Manchester City's Jack Grealish, I was more than happy to do the interview.
Part of me was apprehensive, I wanted to chat with him about his mindset and cover serious aspects of football and his views, but I was worried because I had a massive lusting for Jack, everything about him from his gorgeous eyes and cute nose to his chunky arse and strong calves turned me on. I had to keep it together for the sake of the magazine.
Walking through the many halls and corridors adorned with football paraphernalia and that sky blue colour the team wore, I couldn't help but focus on my heartbeat, I could hear it in my ears, pumping away wildly.
The lumbering security guard reached for a door and sighed "Here we are." He opened the door to the locker room and ushered me inside.
Sat on a bench, wearing a full grey Adidas tracksuit was Jack Grealish, he was scrolling through his phone with vacant expression, turning his head up when I approached. "Hellow" He spoke, his Brummy inflections shining through from just that one word.
"Hi, I'm Tyson, how are you?" I held my hand out, Jack stood up and I grabbed his strong hand, I noticed how tightly his big hand grasped mine as we shook.
"I'm good thanks, how's you?"
"Same, same. Thank you for doing this." I grinned.
"No problem, man." He looked down and rearranged his joggers, they were hugging his form tightly which was bad news for me. I tried to keep my eyes from wandering, distracting myself by trying to keep the conversation going.
"So, are we okay to conduct the interview in here?" I glanced around at the empty locker room.
"Yeah yeah sure." Jack was so hard to pin down. I couldn't tell if he was disinterested or absentminded, some of the interviews I had watched before meeting him, he never seemed overly fussed by the media. But I must have caught him on a good day as he seemed rather chipper.
"Okay well we can just get right into it then. How has it been playing for Man City? Have you found your feet easily?"
Over the next half an hour we built up a rapport with one another, sometimes I would ask a question and we would end up veering off into fully fledged conversations at times and then had to bring it back.
"So, honestly. Do you find the press side of football daunting? Or is it just the same old story for you now?
"Sometimes yeeah, it can be a bit dull ya know." He shrugged, shuffling his hair about. "But then some interviews are good like." He smirked a cheeky smirk and I felt a heat rise in my cheeks. I cleared my throat and tried to keep myself from blushing.
"Now, you've mentioned before about superstitions you have, such as wearing kid sized shin-pads or wearing your socks low for good luck. Do you have any pre-match rituals?" I quizzed, pursing my lip as I discreetly eyed him up and down.
"Well, erm...ya know...nah?" He staggered.
"You sure...seemed like you wanted to say something?" I teased.
"What's that phrase ya say when...ya dun't want it printed but you wanna say something?" He fidgeted about on the cushioned bench.
"You mean off the record?" I answered, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, that's it." He leaned forward and looked at me with a coy smile. "Before a match or training I'll have a wank, or maybe bang the missus." A cheeky-chappy grin grew on his face.
"Oh...yeah don't worry I erm- I won't be, that'll not get printed." I stammered, I could feel my face burning and he clearly noticed this, his cheeky grin turned into a devilish smirk as he looked me up and down.
"So erm...obviously you've made a name for yourself nationwide as a footballing icon. But it isn't just your name and skills that carry weight. Your hair, good looks, huge thighs, and calves and even your bum have garnered attention. What do you think about all of that?" I quickly spluttered out.
"Too be honest, I enjoy the attention. I just workout, didn't think much of it till I saw some comments about my body parts on Instagram, ya know, the peach and aubergine emojies." Jack laughed.
I tried to continue the interview and remain as professional as possible. I made it through without any embarrassing blunders and had quite the hearty bit of information to really write a decent article.
"Well Jack, once again thank you for this opportunity. Its been an absolute pleasure."
"Don't mention it...before ya go, off the record." He winked before continuing. "I have training later...and well, was wondering if you wanted to help me with my before training ritual?"
"Wha-?"
"Hope that's not too forward, I just caught you checking me out through this entire interview and...well, you're kinda cute ya self."
I didn't say anything, instead I sat down next to Jack on the bench, his dopey eyes looked me over, my hand inched forward and caressed his kneecap.
"Guessin' that's a yes then?" He whispered.
"So, you want help wanking yeah?" I uttered.
"Well...could be more, as long as I cum at the end, I don't mind how we reach that point."
I ran my hand up his thigh and towards the growing mound in his grey joggers. Jack and I exchanged a glance at one another with an intense but knowing gaze, slowly lowering our heads to see my hand had connected and was now toying with the thick mound.
"You wanna see it?" He whispered.
"I really want to see it Jack..."
He didn't need telling twice. His joggers were down by his ankles in seconds and his small puma undies could barely contain all of his arse and bulge. I clawed at the hem of his underwear, pulling them off vigorously revealing a 7-inch thick, delicious uncut cock.
I wasted no time in lowering my head onto his dick. The changing room was filled with Jack's low sighs of pleasure as my lips smacked, my tongue flicked, and my mouth slurped at his large cock.
I bobbed my head up and down and tried my best not to choke on the thick member as best I could.
Jack's hand ran down my back towards my arse. He groped at my cheeks as I deepthroated the footballer.
"You have a nice ass mate." He whispered, slipping his manly hand into my boxers. I leaned over more for two reasons, one; so I could get more of this man's meat in my mouth and two; so he could easily access my arse, I felt a finger run along my arse hole and I unintentionally whimpered a little. "Fuck mate that feels tight...you think you could handle me?" He said, teasing my hole with his thick finger.
"No...but that doesn't mean you can't have a go." I said, withdrawing his shaft from my warm mouth. I was totally powerless in front of him.
"Tell ya whah, this is an odd un', but I get turned on havin' ma feet played with. Have a go on ma feet nd if you do a good job, I'll fuck that bunda of yours." He said in his thick Brummy accent.
I felt like the luckiest man alive. I had a foot fetish myself so decided after this and before I went home, I would buy a lottery ticket.
I sat on the floor in front of Jack and pulled off one of his stylish trainers to reveal a white sock, a faint sweaty smell wafted to my noise which made my own cock twinge. I pulled the sock off in an instant, revealing a large pink, soft sole with long thick toes.
Jack looked at me and I could read his expression. I didn't tell him I liked feet, so he looked a little hesitant, but, as my tongue made contact with his warm, smooth heel, and I ran it up the length of his fleshy sole, leaving behind a wet trail, he sighed and leaned against the wall, ooh'ing and aah'ing as my tongue reached his long toes. I sucked on his little toe, running my tongue between it and the next toe. My cock throbbing in my boxers, tasting his meaty foot while he sighed and made low soft sounds of arousal. I licked, wagged and flicked my tongue all over his soles. Kissed every inch of his feet until they were gleaming with my saliva, a sheen from the lights above reflecting on the wet trails I had left. I held his foot to my face and inhaled, kissed, and sucked his delicious arches. His massive, curved cock bounced and bobbed throughout the entire ordeal, I could tell he was fighting the urge to wank himself off.
As I was sucking on his big toe he pulled his foot away from me. He gazed at me with a cute yet lustful expression on his face.
"You ready for ma cock bro?" He said in a deep low voice.
"Mhmmm" I sounded, I was pinning to be fucked by him.
We both stood in unison, even though we were the same height he seemed to tower over me as he peeled off my shirt, I undid my trousers, Jack tugged at them, his eyes never left mine as the trousers fell to the ground. He grabbed my cock through my boxers.
I gasped "Uuuh, mmm", while he ripped the boxers off, I stepped out of the heap of clothing below me as Jack sat back on the bench. He reached into his bag on the floor and pulled out a bottle of lube with one hand, using the other he cupped my bum cheek and pulled me closer.
He made quick work of lathering up 2 fingers with the lube, reaching around and parting my ass cheeks while my cock danced by his face, he coaxed his thick finger into my tight hole, my legs fell weak as I moaned tenderly. Relaxing onto the sliding finger. He inserted a second finger and began to ease my hole wider, pulling and pushing up, down, left, and right.
"Just making sure I'll fit." He whispered as I groaned, leaning against him as he finger fucked me gently. I whimpered as I felt him stretch my hole out. "You gonna sit on my cock then?" He said, removing his fingers from my hole, a faint slimy noise accompanied them vacating my hole, I let out a quite yelp, jolting slightly. Jack held my hips and guided me lower towards his precum covered thick cock.
My arse hole found his cock head and I breathed out, looked up and relaxed, I could feel his hands gently pushing me lower. I moaned faintly as his cock head pushed against my hole, stretching it wider and wider as I engulfed more of his shaft.
"Mmmmm fuuuuuuck, you're so tight." Jack sighed into my ear, he could feel my insides clamping around his hot cock. His exposed cock head rubbed against my prostate, I couldn't hold back, I moaned loudly as his entire shaft ran along my g-spot. I lowered myself further onto him. My hole struggling to accommodate his girthy and lengthy dick. Eventually I found I couldn't go any further down. I opened my eyes only to be met with the dark brown irises of the gorgeous footballer, his perfect teeth biting his bottom lip.
"Wrap ya legs around me." He whispered in that black country tone, I submitted to him, wrapping my legs around his waist. The feeling of how close we were made my cock pulse, my heart race, and my fingers tremble. "I like that look in ya face." He whispered before gyrating himself upwards.
"Aaaah ooo." I whimpered and coo'ed as I felt that burning pain in my arse, he began to pump his cock, gyrating up and down, shoving every inch deep inside me. I rolled my head back as he bounced me up and down on his fuckstick. I could feel his skin grow warmer, as did mine, we both began to sweat as he rampantly and unapologetically fucked my tight hole. I moaned, whimpered, and cried out with each thrust. His pelvis slamming into my ass cheeks with each thrust.
"Ah fuck, fuck yes, come on." Jack almost cheered as the rhythm of his fucking became more vigorous. "You like getting dicked down huh?" He panted between thrusts.
"Mhmm....ooooh...fuck...yeah." I cried. Moaning like a bitch on heat, my eyes had a few tears in them as I tried to steady my breathing. He was vicious and feral. Jack Grealish was deep inside me and I loved it.
"I'm destroying your hot pussy ya know?" He snickered between thrusts, ramming his dick deeper still. I was bouncing madly, trying to not be vocal but Jack's cock hurt so good, I couldn't control the noises leaving me. He was looking up at me lustfully, enjoying the noises leaving my mouth, knowing he was the reason I was making them.
Without any warning Jack lifted the pair of us up and laid me down on another bench in the centre of the room on my back. His cock rooted deeply inside me the entire time. He laid on top of me, his hair falling on either side of his face, a drip of sweat from his face ran down the tip of his nose and landed on my top lip.
"I'm close...I'm gonna plant my cum so deep in you" He grunted with a carnal lust. Withdrawing his cock from my hole I let out quite wail, whispering the word "fuuuck" repeatedly into the echoey changing room. Jack lifted my legs up and lined himself up with my arse hole. Internally I thought to myself 'please no' but, I fought off the urge to say it. I wanted to feel his cum in me. I relaxed, breathed deep and waited for the onslaught.
Jack shoved his dick all the way inside me in one fell swoop, I couldn't hold back, I screamed out as he penetrated my second sphincter, tears streamed down my face, my arsehole clamped down on his dick, Jack moaned loudly as my anal walls turned into a vice on his throbbing cock. The pain in my hole turned to pleasure, I was still moaning into the open locker room, Jack, still groaning himself, brought his face to mine and we kissed, our lips connected, our tongues danced, and In that moment I felt his heart beat, his pulse through his chest...it was racing, as was mine. He breathed and moaned while kissing, tensing up, I felt it, I felt the warmth of his cum erupting inside me. My toes curled as my cock erupted a torrent of cum that splashed along my belly, Jack's belly and both our chests.
I could feel Jack trying to edge further inside me as his torrent of cum subsided.
We seemed to stay still for a while. He looked me dead in the eye for a while, a devilish smile on his tired face.
After a while, he pulled his semi hard cock out of my hole, he lifted my legs and rested my feet on the bench. I could feel a cool breeze around the entrance to my hole, along with sensation of cum dribbling out of me. "Oh fuck yeah." He panted. "Your hole is mine now."