DISCLAIMER: This story is totally a work of fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. As far as I am aware all of the celebrities mentioned in this story are heterosexual and I am not trying to imply anything different in any way shape or form. Safe sex is not always practised in this story. But remember this is fiction. In the real world AIDS and STI's are serious things. Be safe wear a condom.
Post Match - International week special. CHAPTER 7**************
It was a few weeks since Ash and Fred had their night of fun with Cristiano. Now it was the time they both hated. International week. They hated it because they were apart for 4 or so days, sometimes more, and they missed one another so much.
They had a kind of rule. If it happened on international duty it stayed there. The rest of the time their relationship was monogamous unless they were both present.
It was the Monday morning. Luckily Freddie's country Sweden were only playing in Scotland so he didn't have to leave on the Sunday night as usual. He woke up at 7.30am. He loved waking up next to Ashley. Just being able to look at him still asleep. His gorgeous face. Freddie loved waking up first then just snuggling right up to his boyfriend, putting his arms around him and drifting back into some kind of half- sleep slumber.
But this morning he didn't do that he just propped himself up on his elbow and stared at Ash. Freddie had never felt so in love before as he was with this man. He looked at the clock. 7.32am. The alarm would go off at 7.45. He slowly vacated the warmth of the bed shivering a little as the cool room temperature hit his naked body. He wandered across the bedroom to the door and walked through into the open plan lounge/kitchen area of their apartment.
He walked across to the kettle and clicked it on. He took two mugs from the cupboard and made two cups of tea. He then returned to the bedroom. He placed one on the table Ash's side of the bed. He then got back into bed with his own.
A couple of minutes later 7.45am arrived and the alarm buzzed loudly. Ash stirred.
"Hey babe," Freddie whispered into his ear.
"What time is it??" asked a groggy Ash.
"Time to wake up babe...I made you a cup of tea." Freddie pointed to the mug.
"Thanks. You soppy bastard..." Ash said smiling and leaned across and kissed his lover.
Freddie switched on the TV and they lay in bed drinking their tea watching some rubbish morning show. Freddie had his arm around Ash's waist as they were sat up in bed. He moved the arm right round until his had was just an inch away from Ashley's dick.
"Can I touch it???" He whispered.
"Fuck off." Ash replied.
"Why??"
"Because I'm trying to drink my tea."
"Please can I wank you off??? You don't have to give me one back??" Freddie said in a mock plea.
"No. Fuck off let me drink my tea. And then we can go and get a......hot...shower.....together.... " Ash said flashing his boyfriend a wicked smile.
Ten minutes later they were in the shower. They were busily soaping each other up, paying a rather large amount of care and attention to each others private regions.
"MMmmmmmm...." Ash moaned softly. "You know how good you make me feel....oh yes Freddie babe..."
They were now slowly wanking one another's cocks until they were both at full mast. Then they engaged in a passionate deep kiss grinding their dicks together. They were both close to cumming and Freddie pushed Ash's head down.
"Suck me babe....I want to give you a treat to remember me by for the next few days...." Fred said.
Ash took his boyfriend's cock into his mouth and began quickly bobbing up and down, whilst wanking his own cock, and within a minute he felt the first shot of Freddie's creamy load hit the back of his throat. As Freddie finished unloading in Ash's mouth Ash himself felt cum fly out of his cock and up onto his stomach and the shower door.
Freddie pulled his boyfriend back up and they kissed passionately.
"I'll miss you," Freddie said...
"Miss you to..." Ash replied.
CHAPTER 8**************
Freddie and Anders arrived in the lobby of the hotel in Glasgow where the Scotland V Sweden game was to be played. Anders and Freddie almost always travelled together to internationals. Anders is Anders Svensson. He plays for Southampton and Sweden and is an attacking midfield player like Freddie.
He is also one of Freddie's ex- boyfreinds. They had a brief fling in 2002 when Anders first moved to England and got into the Sweden squad, and they had lots of fun as roommates at the 2002 world cup.
However, now they were just mates, although there was always at least a little bit of oral sex during international stays. Ashley had met Andres loads of times and liked him. He really didn't mind Freddie and him still being close.
They sat in the hotel lounge. Slowly the rest of the squad arrived. As ever Fred and Andres were rooming together...they headed to their room to settle in.....
MEANWHILE....
Ash looked out of the plane window. It wasn't fair. The one time Freddie is still in the UK for international week and Ash was on a plane to Spain. He was also wondering who he would be roomed with.
He usually roomed with Kieron Dyer...but he had been left out of the squad. If not Kieron, then Joe Cole. He had pulled out injured.
"I hope they don't put me with a boring, straight, sensible guy. That would be no fun..." Ash mused to himself. He didn't want to end up sharing with one of the Neville brothers or David James or Nicky Butt or anyone like that.
"What's up wi' ya??"
The noise made Ash snap out of his daydream. He knew those were the thick Yorkshire tones of Alan Smith.
"Oh nothing Smithy mate...you know?" Ash said.
"For fuck's sake you can't be missing him already??" Smithy asked.
Ash nodded.
"God you've got it worse than I thought." Alan joked.
But Ash didn't feel much like joking......
BACK IN SCOTLAND
Freddie slumped down on his bed.
"So what d'you fancy doing this afternoon??" He asked Anders.
"I don't know but something inside it's freezing out there." He replied.
"Pool?? Table Tennis?? Table football??" Freddie reeled off the list.
Anders didn't look too impressed by any of those.
Then a dirty smile came across his face...."Cocksucking??" he replied.
"I don't know man - I mean...I know we have before but I love Ash so much...I don't feel like sucking another guy."
"Well let me suck you then??"
"I don't know mate....really I'm just not in the mood."
"Fair enough" Anders said half giving up. But he went and lay right next to Freddie.
"Maybe you should ring him??" Anders suggested.
"No point he'll still be on the plane." Freddie replied.
Anders ventured his hand onto Freddie's tracksuit clad crotch.
"Are you sure I can't make you feel better??" He asked.
He lent across and gave Freddie a peck on the lips which lingered just a second more than usual.
Freddie sighed and pulled down his trackies and boxers. Anders smiled and then went headfirst for his prize.
IN SPAIN
Sven was reading out the rooming list. It was about as surprising so far as his squad selections.
"Beckham and G. Neville"
"Lampard and Ferdinand"
"Bridge and Terry"
"Smith and Robinson"
Ash was just about drifting off when Sven announced...
"Cole and Michael Owen."
Oh No. Ash thought. The boring, clean cut, straight and sensible guy. Who never does anything even slightly risky. His worst nightmares were coming true. This was going to be a rubbish trip. He wanted to be at home with Freddie.....
BACK IN GLASGOW
Freddie moaned with pleasure as his Swedish team-mate sucked his dick.
"Oh yes..." Freddie knew he was as good a dick sucker as he had ever experienced...even a bit better than Ash. But then his current boyfriend fucked much better than Anders.
Freddie felt himself getting close. He pushed Anders off his cock and bounced up off the bed. He pinned his ex-boyfriend up against the wall and kissed him hard.
He literally tore Anders tracksuit top over his head and began sucking hard on the Southampton player's nipples whilst at the same time forcing his tracksuit bottoms and underwear down round his ankles.
"Freddie calm down...what is going on??" Anders asked.
Freddie reached back onto the bed for his own boxers which had been removed to allow Anders access to his cock earlier. He rolled them into a ball and shoved them into his tem-mates mouth as a gag.
Then he literally threw Anders onto the bed. Grabbed his legs threw them over his shoulders and whilst holding down Anders' arms, rammed his hard dick into the sweet boy pussy in front of him.
Andres tried to scream but the gag muffled the sound.
Freddie pounded Anders ass for about 5 minutes hard and non-stop, eventually coating his team-mates' insides with his seed.
Then he collapsed exhausted next to his naked mate on the bed.
To be continued......
------------------------------------ -----------------I'm half way through the international week story. There is more to fit in than I thought!!! Hope you have enjoyed so far...plenty more hot guys get involved next time.
After that the next instalment could include anyone and will be a new mini story including Ash and Fred so please let me know who you want to read about and if I like them I'll put them in. Any hot footballer from any club will be a welcome suggestion let me know. I reply to all e-mails.
Also if anyone doesn't know who any character in the story is....I'm thinking mainly of any American guys who like the story but don't know anything about football (NOT SOCCER...grrrr) Then I have pictures of all my characters and if you e- mail me i'll be happy to send them to you.
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