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Last time out, David de Gea had just joined Manchester United, and the ever sexy Michael just knew he had to have the sexy, lanky Spaniard in his bed. We discovered that Michael had had a on/off fling with the Mexican hottie, Javier Hernandez aka Chicharito. Michael invited David over, and was shocked to discover that David had been inlove with him since he was 7 years old. Michael gave David a fantastic blowjob, while Michael got off by humping the United new boy. Michael didn't promise David anything permanent though, and here is what happened in the meantime.
Phil Jones comforts David de Gea
The locker room at Old Trafford was dead silent. Every single player that sat there, including captain Nemanja Vidic had absalutely nothing to say. How, how on earth did something like this happen? It was a day which no United player nor supporter would ever forget. And the one person who just wanted to go home and literally kill himself was David de Gea. There had been numerous crap keepers at United in the past couple of years before Edwin van der Sar, but none of them came close in letting SIX goals in at their home ground. He knew that it was probably all his fault, and it was not the first time that he made massive mistakes in matches. He just could not understand it, he was brilliant in the games against Arsenal, Chelsea, Stoke and Liverpool, especially against their bitter Red rivals, in which he made a stunning save from Jordan Henderson, which caused United not to lose the game. But this...this was something which was going to take some time, if ever, to get over with. As he stood up to get dressed, he saw the pain in the eye of Phil Jones, who was sitting next to him. Another new comer to the United cause, he was feeling just as guilty, ofcourse in being a defender. David took off his green keeper jersey, showing those sexy, tight, eight pack abs to the walls of the locker room. He felt a presence behind him, and saw Michael Owen, dressed in his black suit and tie. David wanted to cry, he really wanted to, but he wouldn't allow himself to. After that amazing night he had with Michael, in which he handsome older player had sucked him off, things really changed. He and Michael only had one more time together, that was until he discovered that Michael was also fucking Javier Hernandez. David refused to have sexual relations with Michael when he was also placing his dick into another guy, so he told Michael that it was best if they didn't meet up anymore. Michael didn't mind in the least, as Chicharito's ass was always more than willing, including that of Joey Barton, who turned Owen on sooo much seeing him in his Queens Park Rangers shirt. Michael indeed felt very sorry for David and placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Meet me outside, David. I wanna tell you something. Don't keep me waiting," he said before getting his sexy body out of the locker room, leaving the tears to silenty drip down David's cheeks. He angrily wiped them away, and got dressed. As he left the room, he accidently bumped into Phil Jones, also looking like death. David awkwardly smiled at Phil before leaving the locker room, only to be called back by the young Englishman.
"David?"
"Si?"
"Mate, what happened today was shite, okay? But we need to move on! Its not what you wanna hear right now, i know, but please mate...don't let this get you down any more than it already has. Remember, Im here for you, okay?"
"Thank you, Phil", David said and made his way out to his car, and then he remembered that Michael wanted to see him. Michael patiently awaited David, and when he saw him arrive, something in his heart went out to the younger boy. Michael wasn't a bad person at all, but sex was very important to him, and since Chicharito was offering it, he couldn't stay away, even if it wasn't what David wanted. He knew David wanted a relationship with him, and that was just not even remotely possible. David walked over to Michael, his hands in his pockets, showing off his young, hot body, and Michael, against his will this time, got hard.
"Hey you...just wanted to speak to you alone for a little while, think we can go over to your house? I know Edurne is away for a performance. We need to speak, David. Especially after today. Come on, mate...what do you say?"
David kept quiet for a while, and then he nodded. He ran over to his own car, climbed in and drove out of the Old Trafford, with Michael close on his heels. During the trip back to his house, David wondered what on earth Michael and himself still had to talk about. Michael made it perfectly clear that he wasn't a one man guy, and God forbid that the fans, other players of Sir Alex had to find out about all of this. As far as he knew, only himself, Michael and Javier knew about their sexual activities. They finally reached David's lavish home that he brought for himself and Edurne...fuck he didn't wanna think about that fucking slut! Spending all his money, while sending the majority of hers to her family in Spain. But he couldn't leave her, he knew that. There would be too much media fuckers all demanding some sort of explanation, and what would he say? That he had been in love with Michael Owen all these years? Imagine that! He climbed out of the car, glad that the rain had finally stopped, and walked over to Michael, who was already out.
"Come on in," David said and unlocked the front door. Michael was amazed. The shy little boy from a couple of months ago was gone, and here was a confidant, although sad, young man offering him something to drink, to which Michael declined as he sat down on the expencive couch.
"David, please come here," he said. David ran his fingers through his hair before joining Michael on the couch opposite his. Michael sighed and stood up, taking a seat next to David. He could hear the heavy breathing coming from the sexy Spaniard and once more he revelled in David's good looks.
"My God, you are so beautiful," Michael said before leaning in to kiss David, but ended up kissing air as David abruptly stood up.
"Michael, i am sorry, but if you came here toinight hoping for sex, then i am afraid i am going to say no. Please go."
Michael was stunned. Not only that David de Gea was the first person to actually say no to having sex with him, but that fire and agression that leaped into David's eyes.
"David, why this now? You know how I feel about you, mate" he said, caressing David's beard with his right hard, gently wiping his thumb over David's bottom lip. But once more he was in for a surprise.
"You know, Michael that I loved you since I was seven years. After that night we had sex, i felt like I could even leave Edurne, if that meant i could be with you. But the person I am sexually involved with, has to belong to me and me only. I am sorry, but that is how I was raised. Now please go."
Michael Owen had never felt so...so...lost ever in his life before. He turned to walk to the door, opening it and looking back at David one more time. In the beginning, he just wanted David because he was hot, sexy and beautiful, for a little fun. Now, Michael wasn't so sure that it was just lust that drove him to De Gea. David just stood there in one place, not moving. He actually did it. He sent away the one man he had loved for close to fifteen years. Once again he felt a silent tear dropping down, as he sat down, and for the first time in six years, David de Gea cried like a baby over Michael.
A knock on the door startled David. He frantically looked up at the clock - 19:30. Fuck, he must have fallen asleep! He quickly got up when he heard another knock at the door. Please God, he prayed, let it not be Edurne, or worse, Michael!
"Hey mate, thought I'd come and see how you were doing after today!" Phil Jones said happily as he playfully slapped David on the shoulder before entering.
"Oh Phil, i am really not in the mood for people now, amigo..." David started to say before Phil silenced him.
"Dude, Edurne is away, we got crushed 6-1 in front of our own fans today...there is no way in hell either of us can be alone tonight. Say what you want, but Im ain't leaving."
Surprisingly, David found himself laughing at Phil's cocky wit. He really loved Phil, as the latter did his best to make David feel welcome, even more so as Phil arrived at United only a few weeks before David did. They hung out more with eachother than with the other players, and ofcourse Phil knew nothing about David's fling with Michael.
"Come on, you just relax, i brought some Coke and steaks. I'll fire up the grill and get started. You mate, don't have to do anything."
"No, no Phil, I help you. It is not right that you come to my house and do work alone. You are right, that looks really nice."
"Haha mate, you still can't pronounce 'delicious' can you?" Phil laughed.
"No i cannot, but you try speaking some Spanish, then we see who laugh!" David joked back. He couldn't believe that just a few hours ago he cried over Michael. Phil made him feel so alive and young, maybe because Phil was only 19, two years younger than David. And even though David was gay, there was so sexual attraction from his side to Phil. Phil was a heck of a good looking guy, and it didn't hurt that the youngster had a rather big cock, but it was just friendship. They had a terrific time, Phil had done the steaks incredibely well, and it was very tasty indeed. After the meal, they decided to play some pool, with David winning the first, and Phil the second, forcing them to play a third round to create a winner. David won, leaving Phil pouting at his loss, but David just threw his arms around Phil and hugged him from behind.
"And now mate? Hey, I love getting hugs but what was that one for?" Phil asked.
"Just for being here, Phil. I was really down from today's game and here you came and made me happy again. I wonder that Nemanja, Wayne and the others are doing now? I wonder what is running through their minds..."
"Yeah mate, it wasn't fun at all. When Darren scored our goal, i reckoned we might just nick a draw if we are lucky, guess you have to lose some, right?"
"Si, that is correct, bt you do not lose 6-1 at Old Trafford, no?"
David had changed from happy and energetic, back to the depressed state that he was in that afternoon, and Phil knew he had to do something to cheer up his teammate and, fast becoming, best friend. He walked over to David and gave him a brotherly hug, which David immediately returned. He felt his hands roam all over the young teenager's back, feeling the strong back muscles created ver all those years at Blackburn Rovers. Phil himself was tightning the hug on David, smelling the cologne on his friend, smelling the gel in his hair...and something triggered him to break away and look his teammate straight in the eye. David was confused as he watched Phil looking at him in the dim light of the living room. Could it be...
Phil answered that question with a resounding nod and leaned in to slightly kiss David's lips, lingering his face to De Gea's, feeling the slight hairs of David's beard scratching his chin. David wanted nothing more than to take his teammate to bed, but it was way too soon after losing Michael, but ofcourse Phil wasn't to know that.
"Mate, im sorry, I don't know what came over me...I guess I..." But this it was David who silenced him.
"I do not mind, Phil. Im so tired after today, I do not want to argue to keep my eyes open. If you want to stay over, you can. Pleas amigo, do not think I am angry because I am not. But I am not ready for this." And with that, David de Gea made his way to his bedroom, his head swimming with all that happened that day. Phil Jones, on the other hand, was flabbergasted. From the moment he first saw David de Gead playing for Atletico Madrid, he thought he was sexy. When he heard David was coming to Man United, his heart leaped. But he could never try such a thing like he did five minutes ago. If not for the pain and hurt of the humilation that they suffered today, he would never have done it. But guess what!! David wasn't mad, he didn't chase him out!! Phil calmly made his way to what he knew had to be one of the spare rooms. He quickly caught the light under the door of David's room. The door was only half closed. Phil took a deep breath and dared to peep inside.
Merciful heavens. David had taken off his shirt, his tie, and his undershirt, and his rock hard eight pack was evident for anyone to see. This was more than Phil could handle and made his way to the spare room. That night both United players dreamt different dreams. In David's nightmare, he was having lovely passionate sex with Michael Owen fucking him in the ass with his rock hard 7 incher, before he was electrocuted but none other than Javier Hernandez, and Phil Jones had to save him from death. For Phil, he dreamed that he and David had won the UEFA Champions League with Man United and they were celebrating by lying in eachother's arms, reliving every moment of the game. Mutual caressing would eventually turn into passionate kissing, with Phil waking up with a smile on his face just as, in the dream, he rested his head onto David's chest. He got up, knowing that they had to be ready for training in two hours. He walked into David's room with the sole purpose to wake him up, when he stopped...he had no choice. Infront of him was quite plainly the most beautiful man that he had ever seen. David's handsome face was streaked with tears, probably having some nightmate of sorts, Phil thought. He gently sat down on the edge of the bed and resisted the temptation to stroke David's face.
"Fuck David, why do you have to be so fucking beautiful?" he whispered before getting up to fix them breakfast, meaning to wake up David later on. But as the door closed, David's eyes opened, having heard every single word that Phil had said.
It all happened so quickly. Phil was busy scrambing some eggs, buttering toast and getting started on the coffee one moment and the next he felt a presence behind him. Turning around, there was David...OH MY WORD...he was naked. Phil could not believe what his eyes were showing him...that chiseled face, the rock hard eight pack abs, the v-shaped sculpted area heading down to that stiff 8 inch Spanish meat that was dangling with every breath of David. He blinked his eyes once or twice to make sure he wasn't still dreaming. David calmly took the bowl of eggs out of his hand, switched the oven off, and placed his hands on Phil's broad, young shoulders.
"You make me happy last night, after what happened against Man City. No one else, Edurne did not even call. Not even Michael could. Only you..."
And with that said, David de Gea leaned in and this time he kissed the stunned Phil Jones ever to tenderly, transferring all the prent up anger and frustration into his teammate. Phil sighed emotionally as he pulled David closer to him, feeling his heart beat faster against his own. Two souls yearned for eachother's touch as Phil ran his fingers through David's hair while their tongues battled for supremacy. David was the first to break the kiss and took hold of Phil's shirt, pulling it over his head. Now while he lacked the abs of De Gea, Phil Jones had nothing to be shamed about, his big, buff body, with just the hint of a six pack was turning the Spaniard on big time. David once more leaned in, this time to discover what Phil's neck had to offer.
"Oh David! Fuck mate! Ive wanted you for so fucking long!" Phil cried out as he lovingly held David head in his hands. David moved from Phil's neck back to his face when he once more stuck his tongue down the sexy English youngster's face. Phil then pushed David off him, trapped him against the kitchen wall and smothered his face and neck with kisses. David's eyes rolled back into its sockets as not even Michael Owen or Edurne ever pleasured him like that. Phil moved down as he licked and kissed David's ripped chest, savouring the clean taste and the feeling of those sexy pecs underneath his tongue. He lovingly ran his hands over the strong, muscled flesh that he had dreamt about for so long. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. His water positively watered as he stared at David's cock. David himself leaned into the wall, so that his cock stood proud into the air. Phil took the prick into his hands and rubbed the sheer texture of it.
"Phil, please..." David pleaded.
Phil kneeled between David's legs and kissed his boner, ensuring a deep groan from the Spaniard. Pre cum was flowing freely onto Phil's hand, and lowered his mouth onto the top of the mushroom shaped head, tasting the sweet jems that came from the new Man United keeper. Phil licked all over the top of the strong, red flared cock, and carefully sucked the entire length into his mouth. David, caressed Phil's hair, grabbing onto it, holding his head into place as the feelings were more than he could handle. Every single suck stimulated David's cock like never before, warmer than ever before, being bathed in the warm mouth of Phil Jones. David knew that he was about to blow, and with a fierce pull of Phil's head, he blasted his young load into the mouth of his teammate. Phil hungrily sucked up the sweet-sour tasting essence of the sexy David de Gea, savouring the thick paste in his mouth, before standing up and kissing David, slowly giving a taste of his own sperm. Emotionally exhausted and drained, David started to slide down the wall as his legs gave in, but Phil was there to pull him up and holding him in his strong arms, holding him tight, rubbing his shoulders lovingly. David got his bearings back and leaned his forehead onto Phil's. The two footballers simply stood there and held eachother for what felt like an enternity. Suddenly David pulled back and took Phil's hand, leading him to the living room, gently laying the younger man down onto the couch. Phil's fantastic, beefy body was on full display as David ran his hands over his nipples and lower abdomen. Finally he reached Phil's trousers, and in the horny state that he was, David literally ripped them off. He gently massaged Phil's cock through his boxer shorts, before ever so slowly pulling them off to reveal the thick, juicy, teenage cock of Phil Jones.
"Oh mate...you're not going to...OH MY FUCKING SHITE!!!" Phil moaned as David innocently took hold of his cock and swiftly guided it into his ass.
"David, fuck mate, Im not gonna last long here!" Phil screamed as David de Gea's tight as was squeezing and milking his teen cock more than ever before. David, trying hard to ignore the throbbing pain in his ass, leaned over and kissed Phil passionately as the latter kept pounding his wet hole. Phil looked in awe as his thick cock took turns to appear and dissapear from the sexy Spaniard's body. Phil reached up and caressed David's sweaty abs. David grabbed Phil's hand and directed it to his once again rock hard dick, allowing Phil to toss him off while he fucked him. Cum spurted like a volcano between his and Phil's stomach, coating the teenager's body with his thick footy cum. That sight was one too many for poor Phil Jones as his balls pulled and unleashed their hot, protein fluid into David's beautiful body. David collapsed onto Phil, grabbing the younger man with both arms as they held eachother's sweaty bodies. David carefully looked into Phil's eyes, and lovingly kissed Phil's forehead. This was indeed the start of a great friendship...and just maybe...even more.
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