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Last time out, David and Phil cemented their relationship, falling more and more in love with eachother as only two young footballers could. David fucked Phil in the shower, with seemingly nothing which could break them apart. This chapter takes place after their Champions League humiliation, where Manchester United was eliminated after the loss to FC Basle 1893.
Phil Jones cheats on David
Phil returned from the bar where he just HAD to go to drown his sorrows. What a fucking great time to score his very first Champions League goal. Sarcastic What was meant to be a fantastic experience in his young life, was a total fucked up humilation. As per usual, he and David shared a room for when they travelled for games, but he could just not forgive David for costing them the game. The latter made a mess of a goal kick, kicking it straight to Alexander Frei who ended up scoring the goal that kicked them out of the Champions League. In the game against Basle, at Old Trafford, David fucked up again, not even to mention kicking the ball straight to Pablo Aimar in the home game against Benfica, leading to the equaliser in that game. This was more than he could handle, if he was totally honest with himself, he was worried that David, the love of his life, would be sold in January or the end of the season. Then he would never be able to see him again so much, and that was a thought that he didn't wanna think about. While David really needed him that night, Phil just could not look him in the eyes, and chose to go down to the pub that was nearby the hotel they stayed in. Vodka, rum, brandy, the lot. And still he wasn't drunk. No matter how much he wanted to get drunk, he never exactly could. Its like something in his brain warned him against it. He walked over to their room, unlocked it and entered. The first thing he saw, was David on his bed, soundly asleep. Phil walked over to him, and gently sat down on the side of the bed, staring intendly at David. This was the man that he had completely and totally fell head over heels inlove with, and even after tonight and all the other mishaps that David caused, he still loved him. He reached out and caressed David's soft, light brown hair, which lightly startled the the young Spaniard. David de Gea rolled over onto his back, opened his eyes and smiled as he saw Phil. This was the only good thing that ever happened to him ever since he came to this shit, fucked up country. David leaned into Phil's caressing, gosh he loved him so much. He then sat up in the bed, and took Phil's hand in his.
"I am so sorry about what happened tonight, Phil. I honestly did not want this to happen."
"Well it did, David. And what was supposed to be a happy night for me, scoring my first Champions League goal, was a disaster. I love you, mate, but how many times is this gonna happen? You keep on making mistakes!"
"It is not as if I am doing it on purpose, David! Maybe if I got any protection from the defenders, I won't make those mistakes, si?"
"If that is a reference to me, mate, then you can truely go and fuck yourself. Its not Rio, Vida or Rafael's fault that you can't control a easy fucking ball!"
"You know what, you are tired and you are drunk. Go and sleep in the other bed. Not with me tonight. Buenos noches."
And with that, David pulled the covers over him and went to sleep. Phil angrily stood up and walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower and got to undressing. His sexy, buff sixpack was showing in the glimmering light but he was furious at David. How dare he tell him that he wasn't doing this fucking job! He threw his clothes on the floor, got into the shower and started to wash his hot body. His 7 inch cock, normally hard and thinking about David when he was showering, simply hung limp. He had no plans to toss off about that piece of Spanish ape inside the room. Phil felt bad thinking about David this way, but, still a teenager himself, he wasn't about to let this go. David hurt his ego, and his season and that wasn't going to go away.
The situation got even more unbearible after the match against Wolverhampton Wanderers, which United won 4-1. Instead of congratulating eachother on a job well done, all that Phil could do was cascade David on the goal from Steven Fletcher that he allowed in, and in turn David, once more beraded the protection that he got from Phil. Their teammates were starting to wonder what was up with the two, they were always so close! Before the weekend match with Queens Park Rangers, during a training session, Phil landed a dangerous tackle on David, causing the Spaniard to viciously jump on top of Phil as the two of them started to furiously attack eachother and they had to be separated Rio Ferdinand and Wayne Rooney. Phil wiped the sweat out of his eyes while he glared at David, while the latter did all he could to break free from Rooney's grip in order to fuck Phil up good and proper.
"What the fuck is going on with you two?" Rooney screamed at De Gea.
"Let me go, Rio!" Phil screamed, wanting to punch David's face in.
"You two are going no where. You are gonna talk things out, even if i got to lock you two up in the locker room myself," Rooney threatned. David and Phil, even though they were ready to kill, could not stop thinking how sexy the other one was. David's shiny hair was falling over his face, and Phil's broad chest was heaving up and down in anger. What the fuck had happened with their relationship? They fucking loved eachother! After Wayne and Rio had left the field, along with the other players, David and Phil was left on the Carrington training ground, totally alone. David decided to break the ice.
"Phil, I am very sorry. I said things that I did not mean," he said with his head hanging down.
"Mate...I dont know what to say. I dont even know how we got to this point. I love you, David. I dont wanna fight anymore."
The two of them knew that it was impossible for them to hug on the training ground where the eyes of the players and the paparazzi was on them all the time, as Phil saw when he nervously looked around.
"Mate, I wanna kiss that sexy ass mouth of yours so bad..." he whispered.
"I know what you mean. Te amo mucho, amigo," David whispered back as he smiled that sexy smile of his.
"Lets go home, mate. Can't wait to be back in your arms," Phil said and held his hand out for a high five. David emphatically threw his hand into Phil's, perhaps holding on longer than they needed to. Things back to normal...or so it seemed. As the two entered the locker rooms to take a shower, Sir Alex Ferguson entered. He didn't look pleased.
"David, can I see you in my office, please?" he asked before walking straight out. Or rather announced. David looked nervously at Phil, as the latter was thinking exactly the same. Was this the beginning of the end of David's time at Old Trafford? Phil leaned over to David, and caressed his face. Gently he leaned upwards and placed a tender kiss on David's lips.
"I love you, David" he whispered.
"Me too," David whispered back.
After David left, Phil finished his shower, but this time, his cock was rock fucking hard, as he thought of David's lips on his. He dared not jerk off, since anyone could still walk in at anytime. Once fully dressed he walked out to his car, and wanted to wait for David, until he recieved a text on his mobile from him.
"Boss wants to take me and Lindegaard to dinner. Do not know why. Will be home late. Te amo, David."
Phil sighed. Now he had to go to their home totally alone. He had moved in with David for the five months that Edurne was touring with her new CD. What she didn't know couldn't hurt her. Well, David will be back later, and he didn't want to spend the evening alone. He decided to go around to Tesco to find some steak that he could barbeque for himself. He missed David incredibely, not to mention he was horny as fuck. As he entered Tesco, a couple of young girls ran up to him, wanting his autograph. Phil knew he was a sexy guy, but how was he supposed to react? He was inlove with David! He patiently signed their diaries, and for the one girl, on her arm, and went on his way. How dudes cold stand that giggling and screaming, he would never know. As he came around the corner of the aisle, over to where the meat products were kept, he bumped into someone else's cart. He looked up, wanting to apologise...only to see it was Jordan Henderson. They were great friends since travelling together a lot on England u21 trips, but since he joined Manchester United and Henderson joined Liverpool, the two haven't seen eachother as much. There was that certain level of competition between those two rivals.
"Jordan! Fuck me mate, how have you been?"
"Good! Fancy seeing you here, Phil! I thought you were living with David de Gea now?"
"I am, but the gaffer wanted to see him and Lindegaard. He's taking them out for dinner."
"Sounds weird...why?"
"I didn't wanna say it to David, but I think its because of his mistakes in the Champs League exit. Still mate, Pepe Reina has conceded way more goals than my roomie!" he smiled slyly.
"Yeah, yeah, doesn't change the fact that Man City will take the league this season. At least we managed to hold them to a draw at home," Jordan said with a cheeky smile on his georgous face.
"Maybe, but maybe that is the reason why we are second and you guys are seventh."
The two young footballers looked at eachother and at once burst into laughter. They both couldn't believe that their once budding friendship had turned to this. Jordan placed his arm around Phil's neck.
"Come on mate, you say David is away with Fergie tonight. Whatcha say you come over to my apartment and cook some of those steaks? Come on, just me and you, like the old days?"
"Yeah thanks, Jordan. I really don't wanna spend the evening alone. Lets pay for this shit, and then I'll follow you in my car."
The two friends finished their shopping, and within a few minutes were on their way to Jordan's luxary apartment. Phil couldnt help thinking about Jordan's good looks. His fresh, boyish face... his short hair and that unbelievable body...Now wasn't exactly the time to think about that. As they arrived at the apartment complex, they gathered their shopping from their cars, walked into the building and entered the lift, as Jordan stayed on the 10th floor.
"Haven't you thought about moving into a proper house yet, mate?" Phil asked.
"Nah Phil, what would I do with a big house? Im all alone night after night. You know me...Im not one for clubs, alcohol and shit like that. I've driven past you and David's house the other night...can't be easy for his girlfriend with you there all the time??"
Now Phil knew he had to tread very carefully, or he might say something he'd regret.
"Well she is almost always in a another country for for a performance, and when he is there, I will give them their privacy."
They had reached the 10th floor, got out of the lift, and entered Jordan's apartment. Although not huge, it still had a glamerous feeling about it. Phil got started on cooking the steaks and Jordan got them each a Coke, since he didn't drink alcohol. They really enjoyed eachother's company, catched up a bit about the old times, but Jordan's handsome looks had by now really gotten to Phil. He and David had not had any sex since their fight in Switzerland, so his right hand around his stiff 7 incher had to do...and it didn't help that this beautiful young man was sitting opposite him. It seemed as if Jordan senced that something was up, as he gently touched Phil's shoulder.
"Phil...do you still remember that night in Spain? The England u21 qualifiers?" he softly said. Phil indeed remembered, but now that he was with David, thinking about it made him feel like he cheated on him.
"Jordan...please mate we said we weren't gonna talk about it again," Phil pleaded. Jordan walked to the back of Phil, and suddenly the latter felt Jordan's arms go around him and he felt the Liverpool man's head rest on his shoulder. Phil's whole body trembled with the pent up desire from the past weeks, and he knew that there was little resistance in him. Jordan was simply too beautiful.
"Phil...I'll never forget that night...we made love...it was my first time ever with anyone. Why, just for tonight, can't we have that again?" he heard Jordan whisper. That was it. David de Gea was pushed to the back of the horny teenager's mind, as Jordan was right there, and he wanted, pleaded for it. Phil spun Jordan Henderson around, pulled his head closer and kissed him passionately on his sexy mouth, his tongue demanding entry into the warm cave. Jordan reached up and ran his fingers through Phil's hair, the highlights of the Man United man's scalp slipping through it. Phil moaned into Jordan's mouth and he reached down and felt the Liverpool youngster's cock bulging in his jeans.
"Oh Phil...mate I've missed this!" Jordan groaned into his ears, grinding his clothed cock into Phil's touch. Phil wasn't bothered with that, he was too busy exploring Jordan's mouth. He deepened the kiss, looking for and finding Jordan's tongue. Jordan, overcome with having his long time crush back kissing the fuck out of him, held Phil even closer. Jordan was the long who pulled back first, and gently started to kiss the side of Phil's neck, with the latter closing his eyes, with that orgasmic bliss on his ruggedly sexy face. Jordan smelled Phil's freshly washed hair, for some reason that made his cock swell even more. Jordan then grabbed hold of Phil's shirt, and started to unbutton it very quickly. He needed to see, to feel that body on him again. While Jordan was doing that, Phil lovingly kissed Jordan's head, now more than ever remembering that night in Spain. Once Phil shirt was off, Jordan didn't waste any time. He kneeled down, level with Phil's buff stomach, and pressed his face against it just for a minute. After that he began placing soft kisses on top of the firm, strong abdomen, feeling the hard ridges of Phil's six pack underneath his lips, gasping at the warmth his Phil's body spread. Phil ran his fingers over Jordan's short, gelled hair as the Liverpool man kissed and made love to each and every one of Phil Jones's pecks. He stopped when he once more took sight of the massive bulge that Phil was showing off. He silently kissed Phil's lover stomach once more, this time starting to unbuckle the United man's belt. Phil drew in his stomach as he felt emotions he didnt quite know the name of running through him. He loved David with all his heart...but there was just something about Jordan Henderson...
Jordan loosened Phil's belt and then quickly took off his trousers, leaving the United man standing there with just his boxers. Jordan leaned in and pressed his mouth against the cloth covered cock, that was begging to be released. Jordan ripped Phil's boxers off, with the latter's hard 7 incher slapping him in the face. Jordan took Phil's pride and joy into his hands and tossed it off slowly, amazed in seeing the foreskin move up and down that delicious piece of meat. Finally Jordan opened his mouth, taking Phil Jones's teenage cock straight into his mouth. It tasted so sweet, the juices, yet some was bitter, but he just had to have more. By this time, Phil was literally pushing his cock into Jordan's mouth, that a mixture of his pre cum and Jordan's spit was leaking through the mouth of the Liverpool man. Jordan sucked the 7 inch meat right to the base, giving it the minimum suction, blowing it straight back up to the glaring red head, where he once more tasted the pre cum goodness of Phil. How could something so hard be so delicious, Jordan wondered. He took the cock out of his mouth, again slowly tossing the organ off, looking fucking damn ass sexy as he placed gentle kisses onto the hard love muscle. This was working on Phil, who haven't orgasmed another way than by doing it himself, and looking into Jordan's georgeous face as he sucked and licked his cock didn't help. Phil arched his back as the orgasm approached. Jordan, still sucking the living hell out of Phil's cock, could feel the teenage sperm make its way up to the head.
"Im fucking coming, you sexy bastard!" Phil shouted in his Lancashire accent as his cock began to pump his white, rich, footy sperm into the mouth of the beautiful Jordan Henderson. There was so fucking much, some of the precious protein landed onto the expencive tiled floor. Jordan sucked up and swallowed what he could, quickly stood up and attacked Phil's mouth, giving the latter and nice, yummy, cummy kiss. Phil smacked his lips, tasting his own sperm and kissed Jordan's again as the two footballers made out. Jordan pulled away and walked over to the bathroom.
"Oi, where do you think you're going?" Phil called after him.
"Just gonna take care of this, I won't be long" Jordan said, pointing to his bulging crotch.
"Like hell you're gonna waste that cum. Come on, Jordan. Fuck me."
Jordan Henderson could not believe it! Phil Jones asking him to fuck him?? Phil turned around walked over to the kitchen counter and leaned forward on it, his hard nipples touching the cold surfice.
"Dont even bother taking off your clothes, mate. Just get your cock out and fuck the shit out of me."
Jordan immediately was pulled from his slumber and loosened his own belt and trousers. His cock flopped out as he dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. He stood behind Phil, holding his 6.5 inch cock in position. He masturbated his love tool for a few seconds, getting it nice and hard, and wet. Without so much as a warning, Jordan plunged his cock into Phil.
"Ahhh...ahhh my gosh...ahhh fuck you're so tight dude!" Jordan moaned his he felt his cock sink away into the warm hole. Phil couldn't believe the pleasure Jordan was giving him. David fucked him in the shower, but this was incredible. David was 8 inches, but Jordan was made up for his 6.5 inches in the sheer thickness of his hard cock. That same cock kept on hitting his prostate over and over again as Jordan Henderson shook off his good boy image as his big balls bounced and slapped onto Phil's well fucked ass. Very quikcly Jordan felt that tingling feeling in the base of the cum filled balls and he kept on driving his cock deeper, faster into Phil. By now Phil was clinging to the counter with all his might, grunting his teeth as the emotions he was feeling. Jordan embraced Phil and with a final pump, he emptied his sperm into the guys of Phil Jones. Jordan frantically kissed the United's man back over and over, holding him tight and wishing they lived in another world where they could do this freely. Phil finally got to his sences, as Jordan's cock slipped out. He suddenly got the image of David in his head. David de Gea, the beautiful Spanish goalkeeper that had stolten his heart...
"I've really fucked up this time" he whispered to himself.
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