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Owen seduces De Gea
It was positively buzzing around Old Trafford on the morning of the 29th of June 2011. Not only had the current English champions brought the likes of Phil Jones and Ashley Young, but on that day it was revealed that the former Atletico Madrid and reigning Spanish u21 goalkeeper David de Gea had signed a five year deal with the club. The sexy, lanky keeper was shown around the facilities including the training grounds at Carrington before he signed on the dotted line. De Gea was astounded that Sir Alex had ut as I type this, he was a Manchester United player. Now, the thing is, he was in a relationship with the Spanish pop star Edurne, and they appeared to be a happy couple, and especially with the attention that his new found fame would achieve now, and that was one of the reasons he waited so long to sign for Manchester United. David de Gea was not into girls at all, why the hell would he chose a girl that was five years his senior? Oh hell no, he was totally into guys and that was a something he had tried to change time and time again, before eventually giving up. Just the mere thought of Chicharito, Vidic, Jones, Owen and ofcourse Wayner Rooney naked in the shower and in close proximity to him was mind blowing to say the least. He had eventually decide to come to United, since the pay was going to be about five time what he got at Atletico, but still, that one little thing was on his mind each day and every.
And if David de Gea at that moment knew that a certain Michael Owen was thinking, he would have been very scared indeed. Michael smiled happily as he watched Sky Sports telling England and the rest of the world that De Gea was now a United player. Michael got up from the sofa in his living room, switched off the telly and walked into the kitchen where his laptop was charging, opened it up and went about to get into Google. Once there he typed in the name of the sexy new United keeper, and chose the Image Search. Michael Owen, a really hot guy himself, sat back and let his eyes feast over the rugged, slim and hot frame of the Spaniard. He closed his eyes and thought back over the years...Steven Gerrard, Jamie Carragher, Milan Baros, Raul, David Beckham, Joey Barton, David Edgar, one by one all falling to the feet of the handsome Mikey Owen. Not one of them could withstand his charm and natural good looks, some saying he was too beautiful to be a footballer. He smiled as he thought that David de Gea wouldn't be able to do that either. He looked up to the grandfather's clock in his living room, smiled again as he knew it was time for training. This was just the beginning, come the end of the evening, he would have the young sexy fucker in his bed.
Arriving at Carringtonm Michael could hardly find any parking, as was the press and the media people as desperate to get a picture of De Gea for the respective newspapers. Finally he found a nice a secluded area and made his way to the changing rooms. In there, he found Chicharito, or Javier Hernandez (Whom I myself had the honour of meeting) getting ready for training. Michael feasted his eyes once more over that delightfully young sixpack that the Mexican was portraying right infront of him. Michael smiled, as he remembered that this ime last year, the Little Pea was getting fucked out of his mind by his 7 incher.
"Hey Chicha...thought you were taking a holiday after winning the Gold Cup?" Michael asked, his eyes never leaving Hernandez's upper chest.
"Hey Mikey, the gaffer wanted some help from me on something, I guess you now know what it is?"
"Oh yeah, you and new boy De Gea can both speak Spanish! Well that makes sence. You are gonna have some compitition, my friend," said Michael with a sly smile.
"Haha why? De Gea is a keeper, im a striker?" Chicha laughed, and nervously at that as he saw Michael approach him. Michael embraced Hernandez and gave him a soft peck on his forehead.
"I meant in the sexiest Manchester United player category...I wouldn't mind having you both for myself," Michael whispered to him and leaned forward as the two hot footy players started to passionately kiss eachother. Hernandez sighed emotionally and brought his hand up to cup Owen's cheek, running his fingers through his hair and by so doing bringing Owen's face closer to his. The young Mexican wished that the moment could carry on into a lifetime but they were living in a world aswell as a profession where it just wasn't possible.
"Let me guess, De Gea is on your dinner plans tonight, just like I was last year?" Hernandez whispered when he pulled away, while gazing into Michael's eyes.
"You bet, but that doesn't mean I'll forget you, you sexy motherfucker," Owen promised and kissed Chicharito one more time before releasing him to get dressed in his training kit. There was a long season ahead of them.
As the Manchester United first team and their reserves finshed almost three hours later, Owen and the rest of the gang was drenched in sweat. Michael knowing how Chicharito loved his rugged look, he swiped his fingers through his sweat covered hair, to make them into little spikes sticking straight up. Javier Hernandez, seeing this, almost came right then and there. And the moment that Michael awaited decided to greet them as they entered the changing rooms. The gaffer and the new babe was there, with the latter dressed in blue jeans and a red t-shirt. Michael knew that he couldn't look at De Gea for too long, he did not want to be outed as a poof.
"Guys, Ive been promising and promising and finally its done. May I present our third signing of the season...I don't think he needs any introduction, but here he is is, David de Gea!"
The rest of the players all exchanged welcoming glances, with no one wanting to shake his hand with theirs still sweaty.
"Now I trust you guys to make him feel at home immediately, remember, we face City first, and Arsenal, Chelsea and Liverpool in quick succession. So take the time to get to know our new stopper here." And with that Sir Alex patted David on the back and walked out of the room. Michael saw that Chicha het begun to struck up a conversation with the beautiful man and decided to gently await his turn. He had been in this game a long enough time to know what he was doing. Later that same afternoon, Michael called up Hernandez on his mobile.
"Hey babe. How was Van der Gea?"
"Oh Mikey, damn I know you are sexy as fuck but David, he is sooo fucking beautiful! He has this really manly look about him and you can see his stomach muscles bulging through his shirt, well that was not all what was bulging...anyway on a serious note, Mikey, I dont think you could get it on with him. Like I said, he was really macho and manly for his age."
"Haha, you're just saying that because you want to fuck him, you sneaky little prick!" Michael laughed.
"Mikey, Im serious. I wanted to, but immediately I changed my mind when I spoke to him. But, you are more of a legend in footy than I am, so maybe you could have a chance."
"That would also mean I have more to lose than you if he won't play along and expose me, Chicha. When I hang up here, Im gonna call the gaffer to give me his number. He told us to make David feel welcome so...? Wish me luck!"
David looked at Edurne as she dragged him to yet another clothes shop in the heart of Manchester. As if Dolce and Gabbana aswell as Muchia Prada wasn't enough, she just had to have some things which "she couldn't live without!" He frowned to himself. The money he will earn will go to fund her very expensive lifestyle at his expence! That's way he lived a good life. No drinking, he didn't like parties, only went to a gig when Edurne was performing, because what would be said if he wasn't there? He smiled to himself. He couldn't get the face of Michael James Owen out of his face. He so clearly remembered Owen playing for England at the 1998 World Cup, when David was only 7 and he watched it with his father, especially that goal against Argentina. Michael Owen was the teenage sensation of whom all the girls when gaga about. Later, when David was 15, the inevatible happened when his respect and admiration for Michael Owen turned into something that scared him beyond his wits. He found himself, against his will, wondering how Michael's body looked like, how it would be to kiss him, to spend time with him, to be held by him...and it was a point of no return from there on. He knew it was impossible as Michael was married and had 4 kids. Dreams can come true, he thought. Just not at the Theatre of Dreams.
Michael stated at the piece of paper on which he wrote down David de Gea's current contact number which he got from Sir Alex. Funny, he was not fazed by Chicha's comments at all. Joey Barton certainly didn't seem gay at the time, but when Michael got him in bed, things changed as he passionately screamed out Michael's name as the latter fucked his Geordie ass. He decided it was now or never. David de Gea was just to hot to pass up. He punched in the number and listened to the dail tone ringing. On the other side of Manchester, David relaxed in his luxary suite that his new club arranged for him. Edurne was in the shower, she did invite him to join her, but he used the excuse of being to damn tired of all the publicity that he went through today. He closed his eyes and thought of Michael Owen one more time....fuck...a guy can only dream...his mobile started to ring and he reached down to pick it up. He didn't recognise the number, but hey, he was a Man U player now, maybe it was some official from the club or shit like that.
"Ola?"
"Hey David, its Michael. Michael Owen."
The sound of his mobile falling on the floor shocked David from his trance after hearing that. He quickly picked up his Blackberry and held it to his ear. Surely not??
"David, are you there, mate?"
"Yeah...for real who is this?"
"Mate, im not kidding. I saw you this morning at training? The boss brought you to us?? You believe me now?"
David didn't wanna believe this. The one man who had his heart since age seven was calling him. Okay, remain calm. Michael had every reason to call him, Sir Alex made it very clear that they should make him feel more at home.
"Okay, I believe you, Michael. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yeah mate, you can join me for a drink at my house tonight. Louise and the kids has gone to their mother and I thought I'd get to know you better since we are teammates now. Come on, just a few drinks!"
"I don't know, I don't really drink..."
"Then I'll come over to the hotel..."
"No! Its okay, I'll be there, Michael. Just tell me how to get there."
"Its fine, David. Ill pick you up at the hotel. And do me a favour, don't tell your girlfriend your going. Because you and me are gonna have fun tonight. See ya, mate."
Long after Edurne had finished her shower she wondered where David went to, but she didn't care much as she spent her evening by putting on the sixteen new pairs of shoes she brought.
David wasn't a nervous person at all, he perform with confidance on the field and in his life in general. But being in Michael's house, in Michael's presence, in Michael's...he didn't wanna think about that. The two made general small talk whilst on their way over, and they found they had a lot in common. Their mutual love for football counted a lot in their favour. Michael offered David a Coke which was greatly accepted. After pouring a beer for himself they moved outside to the swimming pool. Michael sat on the ground and untied his shoes, after which placing his feet in the water and invited De Gea to join him. David felt more and more comfortible in Michael's presence and took him up on his offer. Michael glanced over to David and realised that Chicharito was right. David was even more beautiful that he could ever have imagined. For David he was enjoying this immencely. He was with the man he loved, even if he knew there was no chance for any fooling around.
"You know Michael, I never thought I would be friends with you."
"Why? Am i that repulsive?" Michael asked in shock.
"No, ofcourse not. I just mean that you're THE Michael Owen. Im just a regular keeper."
"Mate, just forget that shit. Im just a guy, who happened a great goal at a World Cup. Nothing much. I havent won the World Cup, or Champions League and just got my first Premier League medal at the age of 31. Nothing special at all."
"Well, you are to me. I watched that game, Michael. I have had huge respect for you. I wanted to be just like you. And now we are gonna be teammates. You don't know what that means to me."
What Michael obviously didn't realise was that David just again realised that he could never have Michael and he started to get up to go. He should never have come. He just made it far worse than ever. Michael stood up from the pool and grabbed De Gea by his shoulder. He never felt this way about any of those other footballers. They were just like wins under his belt to him. What the hell it was about this young Spaniard that made his heart all fucking mushy he didn't know, but he knew that he couldn't allow David to leave at that moment.
"Mate, where are you going?" Michael asked, with his hand still of David's shoulder.
"Edurne will be getting worried, I should get home," David said, he was shaking. Michael saw his chance, he didn't care how David would think of this. He started to caress David's shoulder with the younger, taller man tencing as he did this. David looked at the wet floor, he couldn't look up. If he did, Michael would know his secret. Michael leaned in and embraced David in a hug. David sighed with pent up emotion as he was finally held by the man he loved more than any other. He reached up to hug Michael back, his strong lanky arms feeling the warmth of Michael's body. Michael pulled back. He knew what was going on. He saw the exact same reaction from Javier Hernandez. He knew that Chicharito was in love with him, but he didn't care as much. He saw the same fire in David's eyes. He couldn't fucking believe it. David de Gea was in love with him.
"You fucking want me, don't you?" he whispered to David.
"Michael, Im sorry, I'll go, I'll ignore you at training, I'll stay away from you, I'll..."
David de Gea got his life long wish as he was properly silenced by Michael Owen as the latter leaned in to passionately kiss the younger keeper. The two footballers embraced yet again, this time with their hands all over the other, David cupping Michael's face in his big hands, Michael deepening the kiss until they ran out of breath because of the sheer passion. David blew his breath out slowly and shakily as he dared to look at Michael, who gave him a resuring smile.
"How long?" Michael asked.
"Since I was seven," David answered, caressing the hairs at the back of Michael's neck.
"Mate...why are we still standing here? You fucking waited long enough. Take my hand..."
David did as he was told and followed Michael to his bedroom. Together they sat on the bed and Michael held David in his arms as he kissed him again, this time moving to his neck and nuzzling his strong muscles he found there. David held Michael's neck and thanked the Lord. This was finally happening. Michael moved back to David's face, kissing him once more, their tongues meeting in unison, battling for supremacy, enjoying the sensations it created. Michael pulled away and looked into David's eyes.
"You are fucking beautiful, David," he whispered.
"You were my hero, Michael. I wanted you so bad. You have no idea what you're doing to me..."
Michael pushed David back on the bed and placed his hands on David's chest. He gently started to unbutton David's shirt, one by one. David's breathing began to quicken, this wasn't a dream this was REAL! Inch by inch David's sexy and beautiful youthful body appeated infront of Michael's eyes. Becks's chest was hot. Hernandez's is still fabulous. But David de Gea's eight pack was solid, hard rock of muscle! As the shirt came off, Michael's cock was hard as steel as he savoured this fantastic view. He caressed his hands over De Gea's chest in awe. He moved towards David's belt and started to loosen it.
"Mike, you are not gonna..."
"Shut up and enjoy it."
Michael pulled off David's pants and leaned down to lightly blow on David's boxer covered cock. He grabbed the waistband and slowly pulled it off, with David's cock jumping out, dripping and leaking as his lust for Michael was portrayed. Michael looked at David and saw that the latter's eyes was full of love.
"David, I can't promise anything. Ive done this with numerous footy players. I know how you feel about me. But I'll promise you this. I'll try my best. You are so beautiful."
With that he leaned down and took David de Gea's eight inch Spanish cock into his mouth. David yelped as he moved even further down the bed as his cock was stimulated like never before. Michael's tongue slurped over and under the length of his stiff fuck stick. Michael reached up and caressed his hands over David's amazingly sexy body, feeling the ridges and strong pecks, making him even more hornier. David's cock and juices tasted like heaven on earth. David was moaning beyond normality. His balls was turning and producing sperm in their tender sacks. Michael took hold of David's cock and started to seriously toss it off, all while sucking it head into his mouth and moving his mouth up and down, causing De Gea to grab Michael's hair, running his fingers through the soft locks, watching Owen's mouth moving up and down his cock, taking his entire head, sucking it like a lolly pop while casting his eyes onto David. That was it, David couldn't hold it anymore. He screamed out Michael's name in sheer ecstacy as he felt his load drifting up his by now red and glistering eight incher. Michael felt it aswell and quickly removed his t-shirt and trousers, wearing no underwear this whole time, with his 7 inch monster gleaming in the evening light. He jumped onto De Gea so that they were face to face. Their mouths met in a passionate kiss, Michael grasping David's hair, and the latter caressing Michael's strong, muscled back as he could no longer hold it. With a animalistic scream he pumped his cock into the strong stomach of Michael Owen as his Spanish, white, young cum exploded onto Michael's pecks. Michael moaned as he felt the hot creamy liquid on his stomach. He leaned down, still kissing De Gea humping his own hard cock onto the eight pack of the younger man. Michael's cock was leaking juices like crazy, and that prompted David to reach down and grasp Michael's thick cock, rubbing his warm balls as Michael continued to make 'love' to David. Michael felt close, and with David's hand on his balls, made it more difficult to keep it up.
"Mate, im gonna cum..."
"Michael, Michael cum on my face please..."
Michael stood up, his red cock angrily looking at De Gea. He started tossing his cock off at a alarming speed. De Gea knelt down and opened his mouth. He wanted Michael's SPERM! Michael felt his knees buckle and held his cock directly over David's beautiful face.
"Ohhhh fucking shit, take my cum mate!!" he screamed as the white jets of cum spurted blissfully out of his cock. David nearly drowned at the sheer volume of Michael Owen's cock. Michael gently rubbed the cum into David's gelled hair, sighing and taking the younger man into his arms. David kissed Michael's temple and cuddled into him. He knew that it could never last. But for now...he was in his very own Thearte or Dreams.
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