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(Note: I began writing this story before summer 2021 and Jack's transfer to Manchester City)
Previously: Bad Boys Gone Naughty Brandon's eyes bulged in surprise and fear as Jack stared back at him with a demanding expression. Jack's arm moved around to the back of the teenager's neck and pulled him down into his lap.
Premier League Football - Phil-ed By A Villan.
Phil placed his tray down on the table, "Sup." Jack grinned through a mouth full of fruit salad. "Can I?" Phil asked nodding towards the empty seat. "Course mate." The two footballers sat for a few moments chomping busily before Jack initiated some conversation. "Where's your partner in crime?" Jack winked. "Ahh piss off." Phil groaned, grabbing his tray in order to take off. "Oi, sit the fuck down mate and don't be a bitch." Jack snapped through gritted teeth so no one would hear. Phil surveyed Jack's expression but seemed unconvinced. "Come on mate, look who you're talking to. I'm due in court for drunk driving, sit your arse down and let's have a laugh!" Jack demanded with a hint of desperation in his voice. Phil took a calming breath and released his tray, "Sorry. I'm a bit nervous." Phil explained.
"I'll level with ya, I would've done the exact same to be honest." Jack giggled, kicking Phil's foot under the table. "Yeah, just dumb we got caught innit." Phil agreed. "Did you manage to score at least? And Mason doesn't count." Jack grinned. "Mason, what? I ain't a bloody faggot. It was two Icelandic birds." Phil replied hurriedly. "Mate, there's no need to get defensive, no one's calling you a faggot. In fact, who even calls it that anymore." The tension between them hung in the air above them like a dark cloud before Jack mopped up his lip with a napkin and left the table.
Jack strode away from the table and up towards his room at George's Park. [Jumped up little shit], he grinned to himself. The little Northerner clearly didn't like being told what to do and yet Jack could tell there was more to it, Phil had self-doubt over something.
[Bet he thinks I'm a massive cunt now.] Phil berated himself rightly as he sat in his room for the evening. The 20-year-old went back and forth in his mind, [apologise, nah leave it, it'll be fine.] Finally, he took a deep breath and swallowed his pride.
Phil's heart hammered as he knocked at Jack's door. "Yo." Jack beamed down at Phil as he opened the door. "Hey." Phil whispered. "I just wanted to apologise for overreacting earlier." He mumbled looking down at his feet. "Ha, get in here." Jack chuckled, holding the door open. Phil broke into a timid smile and entered Jack's room. "Sid-down lad." Jack barked at the little City midfielder who was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Phil sat down on the edge of Jack's bed, joined by the Villa captain.
"What's on your mind?" Jack started pleasantly. Phil glanced up into Jack's eyes then back down at the floor. "Felt bad for having a go at you before." Phil spoke introvertly. "Yeah mate, once the conversation is done, I'll forget it ever happened. Was there any reason why it got to you so much?" Jack asked thoughtfully. "Yeah, there is, but please don't tell anyone." Phil pleaded. Jack gave him a nod whilst resting his hand on Phil's shoulder and squeezing gently. "I got caught trying stuff out with Mason."
[Beautiful] Jack beamed inside. "In Iceland?" Jack replied after a pause. "Yeah." Phil sighed. "So, the girls were just a cover?" Jack quizzed. "Nah, Mase and I were trying to get them to lick each other out, but to do that they wanted me and him to 69." Phil explained. "Ahhh, and you kinda enjoyed it but you're scared of what it means." Jack finished, his trackies were beginning to rise following Phil's mention of his 69.
"Yeah." Phil mumbled. "Mate, if I told you half the shit I've done I'd have to kill you." Jack replied, pressing Phil's head in to rest against shoulder. "Oh yeah?" Phil chuckled, leaning against the Brummy. "Aye, in fact me telling you that makes us even, right?" Jack grinned. "Yeah, I suppose." Phil smiled weakly. "And it sounded to me like you needed to try a few things to be sure." Jack continued, making his intentions clear. "Maybe, but how do I know you're not just gonna sell me out? Like I don't think you will or anything but I dunno, I'm scared." "Easy, I'll suck you first. Make sure you get a good vid of you slapping your cock in my face." Jack beamed; a weak smile crept across Phil's face.
"Get your phone out then." Jack grinned, pushing himself up off the mattress and lowering himself to his knees in front of the City midfielder. Phil reached into his pocket and took out his phone. "Now get up a sec." Jack instructed. Phil stood up and Jack's hands quickly reached for the Northerner's waistband, sliding Phil's tracksuit and boxers down to his knees. A nice, veiny, semi-hard, uncut 7 incher hung out from a neatly trimmed patch of dark pubes. Jack's palms then moved round to Phil's thighs and pushed them back, the youngster fell back to his seated position on the bed while Jack shuffled in between his milky white thighs.
Jack smiled up at Phil, "You know what to do." Phil nodded, flicking his screen open and hitting record. The camera focused in on Jack's face as the Stockport-born youngster took hold of his cock at the base, squeezed gently and then, smack! The City midfielder swung his hardening cock into Jack's naughty face, "Yeah big boy." Jack moaned. After a few hard raps, Phil paused and smiled at Jack. The Brummy seized the opportunity and moved his mouth over the top of Phil's cock and descended.
"Fucking Christ!!!" Phil swore to the ceiling above him as his swollen purple head became surrounded by Jack's warm, wet mouth. The Villa captain followed his ears, listening to Phil's every murmur. The City midfielder loved the way Jack's tongue swirled around his hard pole while the 25-year-old's lips sucked. Jack looked directly into the camera as he extended his tongue, flicking at the creases around Phil's pink head. The City midfielder failed to suppress a soft groan as Jack swallowed his hard pole once more, surrounding the young stud in warm, wet pleasure.
Jack's nose dipped into Phil's neat brown pubes, the Stockport lad smelt warm and fresh, his mint shower gel freshening the curly hairs. Every moan that left Phil's mouth and nose was music to Jack's ears. The Brummy lad just loved to pleasure people. Sliding Phil's 7-inch cock to the back of his throat felt natural to which his own long, hard tool throbbed in agreement.
Once he had found his rhythm, Jack's mind had begun to wander. The main thing occupying the Villa captain's mind happened to be on the opposite side of Phil's body. Jack's mind had reformed the image of Phil's tight round arse in his mind. The bit that got Jack was how they looked in tight white shorts. Jack's monster cock throbbed again, this time with a little more anger. A crooked smile came across Jack's face, misshapen by the 7-inch beauty sliding between his lips, [I'm having that arse] he convinced himself. The rhythmic moans of the little northern lad above him gave Jack confidence he would be able to use his bad boy skills to get his dick inside Phil's enticing arse.
Phil innocently enjoyed the incredible blowjob Jack was giving him. The Brummy lad had no problem finding the sweet spots along the 20-year-old's delicious young pipe. "That's it lad." Phil whispered, zooming in on Jack's full, red lips as they slid along his hard, veiny cock. More encouragement only served to fuel Jack's bad boy ego; the more Phil moaned the more Phil owed when the time came to be Jack's tight, northern little bitch. Jack made sure he gave Phil's head as much pressure from his tonsils as he could, teasing the soft, sensitive skin of the 20-year-old. An involuntary shudder from the City midfielder told Jack he found the absolute sweet spot, "Holy shit." Phil exclaimed in pure delight.
"You like that do you?" Jack grinned up at Phil whose blue eyes refocused back on the 25-year-old's cheeky grin and nodded. "Yeah, you've got mad skills man." Phil breathed excitedly. "You have no idea." Jack winked. "Ever been rimmed." he continued. "Yeah once, it was alright." Phil replied, "Only alright, let's see if we can do better than that then." Jack beamed. "Lie back and spread your knees." Jack instructed.
Jack's brown eyes watched the little Northern lad follow his instructions, rolling on to his back and exposing his cute bum. Phil's muscular buttocks were pale with a light coat of dark hairs in the middle which became a small bush as it reached his opening. "Looking good mate." Jack grinned reassuringly. "Cheers." Phil replied proudly, watching the Brummy lad licking his lips. Lowering himself once more, Jack placed a hand on each of Phil's cheeks and gently pushed them as far apart as he could. The dark curls leading into Phil's hole parted and gave Jack a glimpse of the 20-year-old's beautiful opening. There it was, the tight pinkness of Phil's hole, twitching with anticipation.
Phil wasn't expecting much, from his previous experience of being rimmed he felt it was alright but he could live without. Jack's face closed in on Phil's warm globes, slowly entering the gap between them and stretching out his tongue, he made contact. Initially, Jack's tongue landed flat at the base of Phil's arse and slowly slid up, coating the Stockport lad with a layer of saliva.
Thinking little of it, Phil dropped his head back to the mattress and relaxed while Jack enjoyed himself. The Brummy lad inhaled the dank goodness of the scally northerner before returning to the base of his hole and working his way up once more. The prickly hairs of Phil's entrance tickled Jack's tongue as he moved over his ring and paused. Then turning his tongue into a point and pushing his face as far forward as it would go, Jack forced his way through Phil's hole and began to suck.
"Fucking Christ!" Phil swore, his shoulders leaping off the canvas as his body suddenly felt overwhelmed by this new pleasurable sensation. "You like that my boy? Tell me you like it!" Jack grinned, withdrawing from Phil's hole for a second to gloat. "I fucking love it. I love that fucking tongue." Phil squealed as Jack slipped his tongue back in between the Northern lad's tight walls.
Jack swirled his tongue inside Phil's ring, tickling the light brown hairs as he sucked. The 20-year-old jerked his hard cock as Jack ate him, "How are you so good at this?" Phil huffed. The Brummy gave no response, instead flicking his tongue up and down he changed the direction of pleasure bringing another groan of happiness from the City midfielder.
The Villa captain raised his palm as he sucked at Phil's ring and took hold of the 20-year-old's balls. Jack squeezed Phil's nuts and stroked them gently, the Stockport-born midfielder's balls felt nice and juicy, full of thick cum. Jack desperately wanted the contents of Phil's nuts down his throat, but first, he had to fuck the cum out of him.
"Ugh." Phil huffed as Jack withdrew his tongue and stood up beaming at him. "Right bitch, you want me to rock your world?" Jack grinned. "Yeah Jack, what you gonna do?" Phil agreed. "You're gonna suck my cock, make it nice and wet then I'm gonna fuck you with it." Jack explained. The Villa captain saw the tiniest hint of fear in Phil's pupils as they contracted in those beautiful blue eyes of his while the 20-year-old looked back at him. "I'll go slow for a little bit." Jack grinned, attempting to reassure Phil. "But once your hole is loose, I'm gonna give you the best shag ever!" He finished beaming.
Phil wanted to chicken out and run a mile, Jack's long thick cock looked as though it would end his football career. Yet the confidence in Jack made the 25-year-old seem as though he knew what he was doing. A part of Phil wanted to run for the hills and hide, but a louder voice in his mind was telling him, ["TAKE IT, TAKE IT, TAKE IT!!!"]
Jack took the brief period of silence and contemplation from Phil as an opportunity to assert his dominance. The Villa captain leaned over into his holdall and pulled out a bottle of lube. Phil hadn't even given a signal of acceptance as the Brummy flicked the lid open and began to pour the cool liquid over his fingers. Jack moved around easing his joggers and boxers down with his clean hand to expose his thick cock which swung freely as he climbed into position. The City midfielder reacted as if he were blinded by headlights, the massive appendage lowering itself towards his mouth found the Stockport lad's lips part with plenty of space to fit into his wet mouth. No sooner had Jack's cock slipped between Phil's lips, two of the 25-year-old's lube covered fingers pressed at Phil's hole.
Phil grunted as his ring parted somewhat unwittingly to allow Jack's fingers in. The Brummy's fingers slid deeper inside Phil's warm tunnel, slowly encouraging the City midfielder's ring to widen for him. Jack could feel Phil's hole clenching around his fingers as they slid back and forth, gently the Villa captain applied more lube to Phil's entrance. While Jack pressed his fingers deeper, Phil's cheeky tongue curled around Jack's long, thick shaft. The Stockport scally glanced up Jack's pole to Jack's crotch, the trimmed brown hairs looked like a soft cushion ready to soften the blows his arse was about to take.
Jack's fingers glided with increasing speed inside his England teammate. Phil's hole had already swallowed the joints of the Villa captain's fingers as they slid back and forth but with a few more dips he was so nearly knuckle deep. Jack poured a drop more lube on his fingers as they slid out again and then pressed it back inside the cute 20-year-old's hole. "Your hole feels nice and tight mate." Jack smiled. Phil couldn't reply, but even with a mouth full of Jack's cock, the Brummy could see Phil's mouth curl into a cheeky smile.
Phil felt his ring slowly spreading wider around Jack's fingers. The feeling of Jack's digits firmly sliding into his body began the process of mentally preparing himself for the next step. Jack's thick meat between his lips were one thing but forcing this delicious rod into his tight rectum worried Phil. For the next step he would need to trust Jack, trust the Brummy lad's skills and while Jack's fingers probed Phil's insides, sliding and loosening his wonderfully tight hole, Phil decided that he was prepared. In Phil's mind, Jack had grown up with that cock and his chiselled good looks meant he must've put his thick cock into many a tight hole before.
Jack's eyes remained fixed on Phil's firm, round cheeks as his fingers split the northern lad's ring. The Villa captain focused on the way his fingers felt as they slid into Phil's body, judging the resistance as he did so. The 20-year-old was always going to be tight; this hole clearly hadn't had enough attention in the past, but that was going to be put right today. After several more minutes of jabbing while Phil polished his boner, Jack finally pulled his fingers free. "You ready?" Jack asked. Phil took a moment to contemplate before nodding.
Jack placed his hand under Phil's smooth chin and lifted the Stockport lad's face to lay a gentle kiss on his lips. The Villa captain eased Phil around on to his front, moving Phil onto his hands and knees. The 20-year-old's blue eyes followed Jack as the Brummy stepped back and then moved around on to the bed behind Phil. The City midfielder glanced back and watched Jack's face disappear into his crack one more time.
A phlegmy glob of spit splattered across Phil's arse followed by Jack's tongue, smearing the viscous liquid across his hole. The 25-year-old straightened up and shuffled closer to Phil's arse, taking the Northerner's left hip in one hand, Jack placed his thick, wet head at Phil's entrance and waited. The Brummy lad's eyes watched Phil's hole twitch slightly and then seemingly open a touch. Gently applying pressure, Jack leaned forward into the relaxed hole and began to force entry.
Phil's pain became audibly clear, groaning and grunting as Jack carefully applied extra force. With such a large cock, Jack knew that time would be his friend, give Phil all the time he needed to adjust his body and Jack's long, thick cock would make him glad he'd dared to try something new. The horny Brummy continued to press at Phil's entrance, several seconds passed with minimal progress, Jack's monster edging itself into Phil's body a fraction of a millimetre at a time.
From Phil's position he could feel the pressure at his back door increasing gradually. The Stockport lad's tight walls, slick with Jack's spit were opening slowly, widening around the thick head of Jack's cock which glistened with Phil's spit as it pressed at the City midfielder's opening. "Ahhh fuckkkk." They groaned in unison as Jack's head forced Phil's ring to open wide enough allowing the Villa captain's entire head to breach Phil's tight, pink ring.
Phil's breathing increased as Jack's thick rod penetrated his slender body, the size of the top's head was the most awkward part of the whole experience for Phil who began to appreciate Jack's finger work. With a determined grunt, Phil relaxed and pushed his hole out again. "Oh fuckkk." They hissed in perfect synergy again as half an inch sank into Phil's smooth belly.
Jack took Phil's flexing as a sign the bottom wanted to regulate the pain of deep anal sodomy as much as he could and Jack couldn't argue with that. The top held his position pressing his cock forward slightly and waiting. Phil took long deep breaths, breathing through the pain of deeper probing until the burning subsided a little then he pushed his ring out again allowing Jack's raw sword to cut deeper into his tight, warm hole. They moved closer together half an inch at a time before Jack finally released the base of his cock. "More than halfway now mate." Jack grinned proudly, he guessed he was about 6.5 inches in, but doubting he would get all of his cock inside the young City midfielder he felt ready to take control.
Jack's powerful thighs tightened to pull his cock back, dragging his bare head against Phil's hole. The 25-year-old's strong, tanned legs were careful with their movements, slowly edging his cock forward into Phil's tight, scally body. "Uhh fuck." Phil swore as Jack's fat cock stretched him from the inside. The Northern lad's tight insides were so tight Jack looked to the ceiling above and thanked the Lord.
Jack waited patiently, allowing Phil's hole another minute or so to widen for his thick cock. The Villa captain knew he owned a lethal weapon, but he wanted to invade this arse again in the future, that he was sure of. Watching Phil's hole while listening to Phil's moans, Jack began to stroke himself into the City midfielder. The Brummy lad swung sympathetically, pushing just hard enough to make things happen, but not hard enough to go further than Phil was willing to allow. The top's cock throbbed as it sliced his way inside Phil's tight body bringing a heartwarming coo from the bottom, he was ready for more.
"I love your pocket." Jack breathed as his cock cut deeper into the City star. The Villa captain had made great progress and with just an inch to go, he focused on making the sex feel good. The 25-year-old's bare 10-inch monster gently dipped into Phil's body, pressing open that tight milky hole to rest in the warmth of the northern lad's smooth belly. Jack's taut calves held him steady while his beefy thighs pulled his cock back, increasing in inches each time he did so before sliding forward until his head met resistance. "I love your cock." Phil whispered in reply.
Phil closed his eyes for a few moments and just appreciated the feeling of Jack's cock inside him. The experience gave him a new appreciation for his Mrs. and all the vaginal and anal poundings he'd given her over the years. Phil's hole widened with increasing willingness, allowing Jack the freedom to slide smoothly along his insides. The Brummy lad's whopping monster of a cock looked like a weapon of mass destruction but Jack was a talented young man and the way he fed Phil's tight hole made the bottom yearn for it all and beg for more.
Jack grinned down at Phil's perfect body below him. The little northern lad looked like a weedy little thing in his baggy football shirts, it was shocking to see just how ripped Phil was the first time he'd seen the City star shirtless. Jack rocked freely now, feeding all 10 inches of his raw, meaty cock into the bottom's muscular belly. The Villa captain watched Phil's back muscles tensing as a reaction to each swing of his cock, burying itself into that tight, pale warmness. "How are you doing lad?" Jack asked. "Yeah, it's good mate, your cock is so big and hard." Phil smiled, glancing back to look at the top. Phil's cute little face was irresistible, Jack needed to see more, that would guarantee an explosive finish. "Can I flip you?" Jack chanced, feeling confident Phil was feeling pretty happy. "Go for it."
Jack pulled his hips all the way back and nudged Phil's arse. The City midfielder rolled over onto his back and allowed his legs to fall open exposing his hole invitingly. Jack looked at the scene below him and felt his balls tighten, ready to burst. Jack's eyes scanned Phil's milky white skin, the toning of his rock-hard pecs and abs, the trail of dark hairs leading from his belly button down into his crotch. Phil's hard 7-inch cock lay to the side against his raised left leg, the sight of Phil's thick meaty thighs covered in a light coat of dark hairs which led into his perfect arse and the pink, puckered hole waiting, begging to be penetrated again.
Jack held his cock to Phil's hole, pressing his meaty head against the City midfielder's tight entrance. Looking into Phil's blue eyes Jack waited for the 20-year-old to give him the green light. Phil exhaled with a long deep breath and Jack felt his hole loosen. Pressing his weight against Phil's entrance, the Villa captain slipped easily back into Phil's warm body. Both lads groaned unison as they became united once more. The bottom took hold of his hard cock and maintaining eye contact with Jack he smiled as he began to stroke himself. "Yeah mate, that's it, you like my hard D?" Jack beamed proudly. "Uh-huh." Phil nodded, beating his throbbing 7-inch wand to the tune of Jack's thrusts. The top took hold of Phil's shoulder and easing his body weight up with his knees, Jack raised Phil's arse a little higher to plough down into it.
Pulling his hips back as far as he could, Jack removed 7.5 inches of his 10-inch rod then dropped his body down stuffing 10 inches of Brummy meat and the Villa captain's body weight into Phil's tight cunt. "Oh fuck." Phil moaned, his cheeks bright pink as he helplessly gasped in pain and extreme pleasure. The City midfielder's mouth hung wide open in shock at how incredible Jack was, this lad knew how to fuck and each time the top's cock filled his body, Phil groaned with joy.
Jack smiled down at the view below him, Phil's smooth pale body looked so good. The City star's muscles worked overtime, tugging his own hard 7 incher, making his pink head grow in size and colour as he tried to bring himself to his climax. Jack studied Phil's body repeatedly, scanning his impressive abs, slim yet chunky biceps and impressively beefy pecs. The Villa captain beamed down on Phil's body noticing the thick, silver chain hanging around the scally lad's neck. The bottom's head fell to the side showing Phil's eyebrow which had a couple of shaved lines through it as a sign of his rude-boy image. Jack lowered his face as he pounded the sexy bottom and extending his tongue to the underside of Phil's earlobe, he licked the northerner while studying the diamond ear stud.
"You getting close there mate?" Jack whispered into Phil's ear as he pounded. "Yeah, I'm really fucking close." Phil replied. "How bad do you want it?" Jack teased. "Yeah mate, hard." Phil agreed. "Show me!" Jack demanded as he allowed his weight to thud into Phil's hole. The Stockport scally used his free hand to take a hold of Jack's meaty hamstring. Pulling Jack into his hole, Phil encouraged the top to continue his amazing work. The bottom's hand felt just how hard Jack's muscles were clenched, covered in a light coat of his dark brown hairs. Phil looked up at Jack who grinned down at him, "Like that?" he asked. "Yeah, like THAT!" Phil sighed, moving hand as he spoke to take a handful of Jack's firm, sweaty arse. The Brummy lad's arse cheek was covered in a little more hair than his meaty legs and with his exertions on Phil's arse, Jack's body was perspiring with increasing fluidity. "Fuck yeah." Phil groaned again, squeezing the dense muscular form of Jack's powerful arse. The City midfielder appreciated the way Jack's arse felt, the Midlander's firm glute remained hard and clenched in Phil's palm as Jack filled him with 10 inches of pure, thick, hard meat.
Phil's scally prostate ached with desire, sending the ultimate feelings of happiness through the midfielder's young body. The bottom's fist pumped his cock rapidly, stimulating his raging head with every stroke. "Fuck Jack." Phil whispered, unable to spare any energy as his cock thickened and began to fire. The first shot blasted across Phil's smooth abs leaving a gigantic puddle of the bottom's cum sticking to his smooth skin. "Fucking hell." They swore in unison as the second shot joined the first decorating Phil's stunning naked body. The ropes were long, thin and bright yet translucent, reflecting the ceiling lights as they showered Phil's bulging body.
Jack saw Phil's orgasm as a challenge to reach his own hard and fast. Watching the Stockport scally's milk squirting across his ripped abs and feeling Phil's tight hole sucking hard against his raw shaft, Jack slammed his cock deep into Phil's belly as hard as he could, bringing yet more groans from the pair of them. Deeper thrusts from Jack sent larger blasts from Phil's cock, the power of the Villa captain transferring itself through to Phil's intense orgasm.
"Oh fuck!" Jack gasped in horror, before the Villa captain could react a strong blast of his cum shot into Phil's tight belly bringing a sweet groan from the orgasming bottom. "Ahhh yeah brooooo!" Phil breathed as Jack removed his spasming cock from the scally bottom's hole, "No, stick it back in." Phil begged. It was too late for the next shot which fired from the Brummy's cock and squirted across Phil's stretched hole. Jack jabbed his crotch forward hurriedly as the next shot partially fired, glazing Phil's entrance as Jack forced his cumming cock back into the City midfielder's rectum.
"Cunting, fuck!" Jack cursed in his thickest Brummy accent as Phil's raw hole swallowed his exploding cock. The top's head had reached its most sensitive point of the evening and as Phil's tight hole closed around him, Jack struggled to contain his delight as the City midfielder sealed his throbbing head in once more. "Shittt." Phil swore as the second half of Jack's seed squirted into him. "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Fuck!" Jack and Phil alternated. The Villa captain's eyes were bright and wide as his hairy ball sack released his hot cream into Phil's tight cunt, his 5th shot, his 6th shot then finally his 7th shot, deep into Phil's smooth little belly. The bottom remained stunned by the sensation of another lad's hot juice, filling up his insides. Phil bit his lip, looking up at Jack as the Brummy lad's thick, bare head penetrated his tight insides, covering it in a delightful warm coat of sexy cum.
Jack remained joined to Phil even though his orgasm had ended. The Brummy top continued to pant, his hands either side of Phil's shoulders while breathing through those post-climax feelings that felt so damn good. Making the experience better for Jack was the view below him. Phil lay there patiently, still attempting to process how amazing it had been to receive his first cream-pie. The top's orgasm had ended but Phil could still feel his head pulsing gently but less frequently as time went on. The Stockport scally focused on the feeling of Jack's warm cum inside his tight body and the feeling of his stretched hole, looking up into Jack's cheeky face Phil allowed a satisfied smile to take over his face. Jack's eyes were everywhere, still scanning Phil's stunning body as he recomposed himself then catching Phil's satisfied smile, Jack returned one to his bottom, "Was that good for you mate?"
"Get your fucking dick out of me?" Phil complained to Jack who frowned back at him. "Not what you were saying a minute ago!" he retorted. The Villa captain began to pull his hips back. "Slowly." Phil whispered, his right hand reaching round to the small of Jack's back to restrict the speed of the top's withdrawal. "Oh sorry." Jack apologised, following Phil's guided speed. "Don't be." Phil winked, his facial expression changing to show Jack he had been in good spirits the whole time. "Fuck me, you're an emotional rollercoaster." Jack muttered bitterly, annoyed that Phil had managed to play with his emotions so easily. "Kiss me when you're close to popping out yeah?" Phil replied, ignoring Jack's chagrin. The top's super long shaft reached Phil's ring and as requested; the Brummy lad planted a firm kiss on Phil's sweet lips while his head slipped free of Phil's body. Phil let out a pair of gentle whimpers, the first for the kiss and the second for the liberation of his ring.
Jack collapsed to the mattress, rolling to lay down next to Phil. Neither lad spoke for another minute, just heavy breathing filled the room as the pair of them relived the hot fuck session they had just experienced. Jack was first to break the silence, "Yunno what, I always knew your arse would be a 12 out of 10 to fuck." "12 out of 10, what made you think that?" Phil replied, surprised Jack would be thinking of him like that. "Mate, it's amazing, so tight and round, perfect amounts of muscly cushion, any lad's perfect cunt mate." Jack explained. "Cheers, I guess, you know I'm not gay though, right?" Phil reminded Jack defiantly. "Ahhh shut up mate, get over yourself yeah, you love sex not me I get it. Point is, we are doing this again and you ain't got a choice in the matter." Jack chuckled. "Woah, that's a bit rapey bro." Phil replied, looking back at Jack surprised. "Nah, you'll be begging me for it, I saw the look in your eyes when I shot inside you, you couldn't get enough! And you know what dude, neither could I, but don't worry, I'll only be tapping you when we're away together." Jack explained with a wink. "Haha, fuck off like. You ain't that irresistible mate." "Never said I was irresistible; I just know what I saw. Oh, and obviously I'm a pretty fair lad so next time it's your turn if you want it." Jack finished with a confident smile. "Dickhead. You're right, I thought it was pretty unbelievable." Phil admitted.
There was no need to give that comment an immediate reply so Jack left it to linger. As they lay there, the words swirled around in Phil's mind while reliving that experience once more, fuck, who knew bottoming could be that good? "I'm easy dude, I love getting my end away and we only see each other once a month or so, seems like the perfect outlet to me." Jack smiled. "Maybe, how the fuck am I meant to run tomorrow since your cock reorganised my insides?" Phil giggled semi-changing the subject. "You're a professional lad. If you can play with all kinds of muscular injuries, you can play with a slightly wider hole." Jack chuckled, stretching his arms out behind his head and then reaching over to cushion Phil's head. The City midfielder raised his head to allow Jack's arm to pass under and the pair of them lay there naked, contemplating what the future would look like for them both. "5 days a month or two sounds pretty easy, doesn't it? It's not like you're playing for City, teasing me with that long fat cock every day, is it?" Phil grinned, leaning into Jack's forearm.
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