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Previously: Three Lions of King Power
Harvey surveyed the scene around him, two sexy young black men on either side of him worshipping his well-maintained body.
Premier League Football 21 - Wingin' It
Harvey arrived wearing his Leicester City training gear, beautifully stitched with the initials "HB" and the number 7. Mason closed the door behind them dressed in his own "MM" stitched Chelsea gear. Heading straight into the living room Harvey sat down on the couch closely followed by the Chelsea star who sat down so close next to him, their limbs touched.
"What are you in the mood for?" Mason asked. "Mario Kart." Harvey beamed. "Good choice." Mason agreed, "Strip-Mario-Kart it is!" The footballers picked their characters; Harvey chose Luigi while Mason chose Princess Peach. "You're so pretty." Harvey teased, referring to the Princess while they chose their kart settings and on to the first race.
Race 1 - Ribbon Road: Mason led out of the two footballers but as they entered the final stages, Harvey struck with a red shell while the Chelsea star attempted the final jump. "Dammit!" Mason hissed as first place suddenly became seventh, rivals streaming past him as he recovered from his fall. "Cunt." Mason groaned, bending over to untie his left trainer and slide it off. 1-0 Harvey.
Race 2 - Toad's Turnpike: "Fucking carssss." Harvey screamed as he got flattened for the 4th time finishing down in 10th while Mason cruised into 3rd. Harvey removed his left trainer and they moved on to the next race. 1-1.
Race 3 - Bowser's Castle: It was Harvey's turn to lead heading around the final corner when he got hit by falling lava and speeding past him with a mushroom boost, Mason took the victory. Harvey whipped off his second trainer and kicked it aside. Before they chose the next track, Mason picked up one of Harvey's white Adidas Stan Smith's and held it to his nose. Sucking in the odour of Harvey's trainer, the Chelsea lad felt his cock flinch. Harvey's trainers were still relatively new but after a few busy training sessions, that arousing, manly foot odour was beginning to seep into the fabric. 2-1 Mason.
Race 4 - Royal Raceway: Mason flew off into the distance while Harvey struggled to get away from the CPU players winning easily. Mason turned to Harvey and beamed, "You gonna try on the next one at least?" Mason teased. Harvey rolled his eyes as he reached down to peel off his white sock. Mason held his hand out for Harvey who placed the sock in it. Holding Harvey's sock against his nose, Mason sucked in a long draught of air and sighed, "Yum." 3-1 Mason.
Race 5 - Electrodome: Mason took the lead off the line but with Harvey chasing valiantly, who would be the one to succeed? Into the final lap, Mason still led with Harvey just behind him. Firing a red shell, Harvey beamed thinking he had Mason right where he wanted him, but the Chelsea star dropped a banana just in time and crossing the line, he was victorious once more. Pulling off his other sock, Harvey passed it to Mason who took another long whiff of the Lancastrian's scent. 4-1 Mason.
Race 6 - Baby Park: The madcap mayhem of the short circuit saw Harvey firing shell after shell at Mason. "Fuck yeahhh. Streak is over bitch, gimme that shoe!" Harvey gloated, reaching out to take Mason's other trainer. 4-2 Mason.
Race 7 - Piranha Plant Slide: Harvey took the lead and feeling confident after their last round he remained ahead. A fortuitous double box for Mason gave him a star and 3 mushrooms. Blasting past the Leicester winger, he made sure to clip Harvey as he stormed to victory. "Hoody." Mason demanded. Harvey shuffled out of his tracksuit jacket and handed it to the Chelsea star. 5-2 Mason.
Race 8 - Cheese Land: Both footballers had a poor race finishing 8th and 10th however, with a rocket firing him past Mason and Waluigi, Harvey took the head-to-head victory. "Yay, sock time." Harvey beamed as Mason peeled off his sock, handing it over to the Leicester star. Harvey's large nostrils sucked in the scent of Mason's sock. The Chelsea lad was very clean indeed, Harvey could detect just a hint of body odour, but it was enough to make his cock throb. 5-3 Mason.
Race 9 - Rainbow Road 1: "I hate this one." Harvey muttered as they raced around the hovering space station circuit. It was Mason falling off the circuit and into a gap which handed the initiative to Harvey which he took to take the race. Mason slipped off his second sock for Harvey to enjoy. "Gimme your foot." Harvey grinned. Mason giggled, passing his foot over to Harvey who took Mason's big toe between his lips and gently rolled his tongue across it, Harvey briefly enjoyed Mason's body in his mouth. 5-4 Mason.
Race 10 - Shy Guy Falls: With an early advantage Harvey felt confident until a secret pathway gave Mason a sneaky lead. The Pompey lad avoided shells and bombs fired by Harvey and crossing the line took the win. "Mother fucker." Harvey grumbled, standing up to push his joggers down and revealed his navy blue CK boxers. Mason beamed happily; the Lancastrian's boxers had a nice impression where Harvey's soft 7-inch cock hung. Mason gave the Leicester winger's bulge a little kiss before Harvey sat back down. 6-4 Mason.
Race 11 - Hyrule Circuit: Harvey led with Mason in desperate pursuit. The Leicester winger had the finishing line in sight but with only a few more corners to go the dreaded blue shell blasted Harvey, which knocked him into the clutches of a Venus fly trap allowing Mason to slide past and take yet another victory. "Grrrrr. Fucking fixed." Harvey grumbled pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his smooth, pale skin, covering a well-toned, athletic body. Mason leaned over to kiss one of Harvey's tight, brown nipples. The Chelsea star was light with his touch, gently taking Harvey's nipple and closing his lips around it. Holding for 5 seconds, Mason took a moment to caress Harvey flat stomach before sitting up straight and beaming back at him. 7-4 Mason.
Race 12 - Sunshine Airport: "I do love an airport." Mason giggled, referring to the frequent normality of their air travel routines. The Chelsea midfielder's happiness disappeared though as Harvey raced into an unassailable lead and even a well-timed shot from a red shell couldn't stop Harvey crossing the line first. "Well done." Mason beamed, reaching under the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his fluffy brown hair. It was Harvey's turn to ogle a sexy body, studying Harvey's somewhat identical pale skin, smooth toned shape with a tasting looking trail of hair leading into his boxers. 7-5 Mason.
Race 13 - Toad Harbour: Harvey led the way with Mason chasing hard. The Leicester winger took the final shortcut to seal his victory when a strategically placed banana sent him into a spin allowing Mason to scoot by and take the victory. "Winner, winner, Harvey dinner." Mason cheered, throwing his hands up into the air and licking his lips while shooting Harvey's arse a deliberate glance. 8-5 Mason.
"Jammy git." Harvey grumbled, tossing his controller aside and standing in front of Mason. The Leicester winger knew the drill, standing at about 45°, slowly he reached under his waistband and pushing the fabric down with his thumbs, Harvey bent down as he descended, reaching all the way down to his toes. Mason took the opportunity during a pause to glance over to Harvey's arse which he could only see the top of but that was enough for now. Harvey then stepped out of his navy-blue boxers and returned slowly to stand up straight with his hands on his hips.
"Ok bitch, get to work." Mason teased. Harvey rolled his blue eyes with a bemused smirk as he lowered himself to kneel between Mason's muscular, fuzzy legs. The Chelsea midfielder watched the Lancastrian's beefy, smooth thigh muscles thicken as they lowered him to the ground. The Leicester winger looked stunning as he unpackaged then took hold of Mason's cock and stroked it across his handsome face. Looking straight up at Mason, Harvey hit himself across the lips a couple of times with the Chelsea midfielder's hardening cock. "Oooh." Mason groaned, turned on by Harvey's show of submission.
Stroking his face with Mason's hard member, Harvey enjoyed the feeling of the Pompey lad's impressive, uncut 7-inch cock against his smooth skin. The Lancastrian took the opportunity to place his nose into Mason's neat bush of dark brown pubes. The Chelsea star smelt as fresh as he looked with his adorable and inoffensive facial features. After taking a decent whiff of Mason's scent, Harvey travelled to the tip of the Pompey lad's pole and treated himself by rolling Mason's head around his lips. The Chelsea star's shaft throbbed with anticipation, Harvey's slow and deliberate teasing taking Mason from semi stiff to full mast before he finally swallowed the head.
Not to be rushed, Harvey waited at Mason's tip slowly circling the Chelsea star's head with his tongue exploring Mason's loose foreskin and tickling the entrance to stimulate the Pompey lad's pink head. Mason cooed incessantly, his furry nuts beginning to churn with building excitement throughout Harvey's little pre-show. Finally in one complete movement, the Leicester winger descended Mason's shaft swallowing the Pompey lad's entire cock to an audible growl of appreciation.
Not only did Harvey enjoy the taste of Mason's throbbing meat, but the view was also to die for. The Northern lad looked up as he sucked, his blue eyes studying the Chelsea star's body and he smiled. Mason had noticeably beefed up, last time the Leicester City winger had this view Mason was a cute, skinny twig of a lad. Now, the Southerner's chest had some extra bulk, his smooth, shaven chest played host to two nice, meaty pecs, both of which were padded by his increased muscle mass. Every so often, Harvey's eyes would continue past Mason's smooth neck and glanced into those warm, loving brown eyes, the lad was perfection.
Harvey's lips were insanely good at their job. Mason sat back and watched them moving freely, the Northern lad's cute face glancing up at him every few reps after dipping his long nose into Mason's curly bush of pubes. An audible inhale came from Harvey's nostrils as he sank to the base of Mason's cock, clearly taking advantage of the opportunity to inhale the Chelsea star's arousing scent. Mase knew he was a tad musty, just how Harvey liked it. The Chelsea star rested his hand on the smooth skin between Harvey's shoulder blades and stroked. Gyrating slowly and southernly, Mason stretched down as far as he could before tapping Harvey suggestively. The Leicester winger popped off Mason's cock and stood up straight then laying down in the opposite direction, Harvey presented Mason with his semi hard 7-inch uncut cock while returning to the Pompey lad's addictive boner.
Quickly the room became filled with the sound of slurping as both footballers bobbed along each other's cock. The experience of both players shone through with their ability to get straight to it. Sliding from tip to base, both Harvey and Mason were able to deepthroat each other effortlessly. The young stars mirrored each other holding their cocks at the base and running their lips from north to south with firm suction.
While Harvey had previously sucked on Mason's cock, the Chelsea star showed his excitement at finally getting hold of the northern lad's boner. Rolling to the tip and playing with it using his lips and tongue, Mason indulged in a little teasing causing Harvey's shaft to stiffen before he slid back down to the base. The Pompey lad used Harvey's cock to scrape the inside of his mouth, teasing the Leicester winger a little more skin. Egging Mason on was the technique of Harvey on his own hard pole. The young Lancastrian matched Mason's depth, swallowing all 7-inches of the Chelsea player's throbbing cock.
Harvey on the other hand was feeling a little more exploratory with his hands. The Leicester winger used his left hand two-stroke Mason's tight, furry balls while his right hand stroked the Chelsea stud's thigh, feeling the muscle that would soon be throwing the sexy young scally into his tight arse. Mason's thigh felt so good beneath his fingers with a nice covering of brown hairs leading up towards his neat pubes where Harvey stroked the Chelsea star's hairy balls. Mason's nuts felt nice and full, bringing a happy smile from Harvey who couldn't wait to release their contents. The Leicester winger gently massaged him with his fingertips triggering more light groans of pleasure from the busy Chelsea boy.
Mason used Harvey's loving fingers as his catalyst to begin his own exploration of Harvey's body. The Pompey lad caressed Harvey's hip then moved his hands between the Lancastrian's legs, spreading them nice and wide so he could massage those firm, round buttocks. Mason's brown eyes peered through the gap between Harvey's pale muscular legs and studied the perfect form of Leicester winger's buttocks. The Chelsea star's cock thickened between Harvey's travelling lips and he already knew he had had enough of sucking. Mason retained Harvey's cock within his mouth for a few seconds longer, bobbing a couple more times to enjoy this feeling before moving onto the next event.
Selfishly Mason jumped out of the 69 and made his way over to a cabinet, opening a drawer. Harvey rolled from his side onto his back watching Mason as he moved and smiling when the Pompey lad turned towards him holding a bottle of lube. Returning, Mason mounted the couch and slipped himself between the Leicester winger's spread legs. Popping the cap and covering his fingers with a large drop of lube the Chelsea midfielder applied it to Harvey's deliciously tight looking hole. Harvey cooed softly as the cool liquid moistened his skin. The Lancastrian watched excitedly as Mason then applied a nice helping from lube to his hard shaft.
Mason shuffled closer to Harvey until his thighs rested against the bottom's hamstrings, then guiding his cock towards Harvey's ring, the top moved forward slowly penetrating his sexy mate. "Ahhhh." Harvey moaned, flaring his nostrils as Mason's cock began to sink into his quivering body. "You love it." Mason beamed, confident in the knowledge that he was right. The sexy bottom could only offer a concessionary smile tinged with a touch of pain in his eyes as Mason's shaft progressed deeper into his tunnel.
Once Mason had breached Harvey's ring, the young top rocked back and forth gently allowing Harvey's hole to dictate how far he could go with each swing. One thing the Chelsea midfielder had in his favour was his disarming charm, which comforted Harvey while Mason's cock edged further into the northerner's hole. Harvey's eyes studied Mason's cheeky smile with those adorable dimples as the top's cock advanced an extra quarter of an inch per swing. "Meany." Harvey sneered playfully, resigned to his arousing forfeit.
Reading between the lines of Harvey's banter, Mason guessed the bottom wanted a bit more affection during this time of painful stretching. Shifting his bodyweight forward slightly, Mason raised the Leicester City winger's arse allowing them to embrace in a gentle kiss while simultaneously exposing a little more hole he could bury his cock into later. Throwing his arms around Mason's neck, Harvey accepted the Pompey lad's kiss gratefully, moaning into Mason's mouth as the top moved past 4 inches deep.
Mason's kissing made the tightening of their union easier and with a few more strokes the Chelsea star had passed 6 inches, releasing his cock to let his hips do the rest of the work. "Fuck Mase!" Harvey groaned, stretching up with his legs in an attempt to settle them on Mason's shoulders. The top caught Harvey's flailing legs and resting them upon his slim shoulders, Mason returned his concentration to the Lancastrian's tight hole.
Harvey began to sigh with every swing of Mason's crotch. The top pulled his cock back at least 4 inches each time he reversed before sliding back into the Leicester winger's warm belly. Harvey released the Pompey lad's neck and taking hold of Mason's firm arse cheeks, the bottom pulled Mason into him. "See, you love my posh dick." Mason grinned, feeling Harvey pulled his crotch all the way into his muscular arse cheeks, the Lancastrian replied with a smile wiggling his tongue suggestively.
Placing his hands either side of Harvey's head, Mason began to drive nice and hard as Harvey's hands were begging him to. Now they were past the initial phase of union things could really begin to heat up which came with the sound of Mason's crotch slapping into the bottom's arse with every shot. The Chelsea star's knees held him steady as he moved up through the gears, fucking Harvey's belly with deep shots that increased in both speed and volume. Harvey's tight hole felt so good that Mason could only pull back for a second before his balls demanded to be slammed back into the sexy bottom's amazing cunt. Mason's neat crotch slapped against the Lancastrian's arse filling him with every inch of the Pompey lad's 7-inch boner causing them both to moan with pleasure.
"Yeah, Masey boy." Harvey sighed, resisting the urge to touch his own throbbing 7-incher which lay against his smooth 6-pac. Instead, the bottom kept his eyes fixed on Mason's adorable face just enjoying the beauty of the sexy lad filling his sensitive hole. The Chelsea star's cock was as perfect as he was, curving perfectly up into Harvey's prostate and stroking it with every thrust of that skinny yet muscular body of his. "Bury that thing in me." Harvey moaned. Mason grinned at Harvey's dirty talk, burying his cock deep into the groaning bottom's belly just as he'd requested.
Mason shifted his body weight slightly, nudging Harvey's head for the bottom to lift it then hooked his arm in behind the Lancastrian's neck. After Harvey had rested his head on Mason's forearm, the top used his left hand to hold Harvey's right ankle and tilt the bottom a little higher giving him even more leverage to thrust down into Harvey's solid, sexy body. "Uhh fuck." Harvey grunted as the slap of Mason's crotch against his arse increased in volume as the top resumed pounding his hole.
The feeling of Harvey's tight hole swallowing his hard cock as it jabbed its way deep inside the bottom sent tingles through Mason's entire body. The top had found himself rocking further forward onto his toes as he pounded away at Harvey's arse. Squeezing Harvey's ankle, Mason felt in full control spearing as hard as he could into the sexy northerner who egged him in by begging for more and more. Electricity coursed its way through both lads, goosebumps appearing along their arms as Mason's balls rammed into the bottom's muscular arse. "Oh God." Mason sighed, feeling he probably wasn't too far away from shooting if this continued. Ramming his cock into the Leicester city winger a few more times, Mason helped himself to another firm kiss before slamming himself to the hilt and staying there for several seconds. Both lads were panting heavily, the warmth of their bodies creating their own microclimate which covered them in a nice sheen of sweet. "Right, your turn now." Mason smiled.
Slowly Mason withdrew his cock with a pop as it came free of the Lancastrian's ring. The pair didn't change positions, but grabbing the lube Mason handed it over to Harvey who served them both a modest helping. Harvey slathered his pole in a thin coat of shiny lube while Mason smeared his ring in a light glazing then climbing up to place his legs on either side of Harvey's hips, the Chelsea star lowered himself down. Harvey held the base of his cock while Mason held the top of Harvey's 7-inch cock and lining his arse up perfectly, Mason's ring landed on Harvey's tip.
Harvey watched as Mason closed his eyes, counted to three and then, UGH! The sexy Pompey lad squeezed himself down onto Harvey's cock, instantly splitting his ring and advancing south, 3 inches, 4 inches, 5 INCHES, 6 INCHES and came to rest on Harvey's crotch with the Leicester winger 7 inches deep inside him. "Holy fuck!" Harvey gasped. "You love it." Mason grinned proudly. "Yeah bitch, ride it!" Harvey laughed. Mason did exactly as he was told, moving slowly and carefully he pulled himself along Harvey's sword, rising so far up Harvey could just about see his head before the scally bottom sank back down again until he sat on Harvey's stomach.
Being the tease he was, Mason reached an arm up into the air knowing Harvey's eyes would be drawn to the light clusters of hairs under his armpits. Keeping himself steady with his right hand as he bounced up and down, the Chelsea star turned towards his armpit and gave it a long hard sniff. "Hmmm, turning musty." He beamed down at Harvey who grinned back at him whilst keeping the bottom's bouncing boner in his peripheral vision. "You dirty little boy." Harvey grinned happily. "Wanna taste?" Mason chuckled. "You know it!" Harvey nodded enthusiastically.
Mason continued to bounce but following Harvey's admission that he wanted to sniff the Chelsea star's armpits, the bottom leaned forward as he bounced to offer Harvey his pits. Throwing his arms around Mason's slender upper body and pulling the Pompey lad towards him, Harvey increased their skin-on-skin contact while diving for Mason's left armpit. Using his large nostrils, the Leicester winger took a long, deep draught of Mason's body odour and cooed hungrily as his cock throbbed hard in agreement. The top's nostrils were filled with Mason's dank laddish smell, trapped within those curly brown hairs was a fresh wave of clammy sweat which would only increase in strength and potency the longer they fucked.
Harvey's focus on Mason's pits were only a distraction for the horny Northern lad. Mason remained fully committed to the task in hand, sliding his body up and down Harvey's shaft with increasing aggression in a bid to satisfy both of their throbbing cocks. The only sound louder than Harvey's moaning after inhaling the Chelsea stud's odour was the sound of Mason's arse crashing down into the top's lap as the animal in the pair of them began to show itself. Closing his eyes, Mason zoned in on that pleasurable feeling that was Harvey's cock sliding 7 inches deep inside him, stroking his prostate while the top's hands held his sweaty sides tight against his own body. The way everything was right now felt perfect, some of the hottest sex he had ever had, and his bouncing cock agreed vehemently until with one extra aggressive push, Harvey sent him so far up, the Chelsea lad popped off the Northerner's cock.
Shuffling out from under Mason and moving into a new position, Harvey leant against the armrest presenting his arse to the Pompey lad. Mason jumped in behind the Lancastrian and stroking his hard cock he lined himself up with Harvey's hole. Harvey didn't need to do anything, with his arsehole already stretched nice and wide, Mason's pointed head caused instant penetration as it revisited the Leicester winger's hole. Mason pushed straight in and up to the hilt causing a groan from the bottom. Pulling Harvey around by his forehead, Mason turned Harvey for a firm kiss until his crotch came to rest against Harvey's meaty cheeks. The kiss lasted for a few seconds while the northerner became re-accustomed to Mason's shaft then with another firm jerk of Harvey's head, Mason repositioned Harvey's face under his left armpit.
Harvey took in a long deep draught of Mason's sweaty funk through his wide nostrils. "You smelly southern bastard." Harvey hissed, immersed in the pure ecstasy of his current situation. Mason replied by throwing his hips forward even harder, making sure to apply so much weight that it was Harvey's hand pressing against the armrest that actually stopped them falling forward. The bottom wanted to beg Mason for more, tell him that was the spot but even more importantly, he wanted another sniff of those neat pits. The sexy little poster boy for the Sure TV adverts, this was a deodorant free zone and Harvey loved it. Mason's perfect cock slammed 7 inches into his tender belly, the force of which knocked a few droplets of sweat loose from Harvey's nostrils to hoover up. The whole ordeal felt so good Harvey didn't even bother to jerk his own cock. The Leicester winger could his solid boner bobbing aggressively with the weight of Mason's pounding, throbbing intermittently, particularly on the many occasions the Pompey lad's head drove hard into his sphincter. Drinking in the aroma of Mason's body and feeling the boy's perfect cock stimulating his sensitive insides, Harvey knew any touch would probably be the end.
There was no way Mason could keep up with the amount of power and aggression. Even though the athletic lad was a top sportsman it wasn't the fitness that was at question. Harvey's tight chute was perfect for the pressure around the top's cock but also for the Northern lad's ability to take a pounding. To Mason, it felt as though the harder he threw his skinny hips into Harvey's peachy butt, the bottom inhaled longer and harder, his way of asking for more. Proud of his abilities between the sheets Mason was more than willing to comply, but every time he pressed his solid shaft in until his crotch thumped Harvey's globes, his bare head felt the pressure of Harvey's sphincter stroke his head. The Chelsea lad's body was beginning to tingle, he could only afford a few more shots and he knew it. "Ok...your...turn.!" Mason grunted, slowing right down and thrusting from tip to crotch into Harvey's arse using the words as emphasis and pulling out after the last word.
"Fuck I'm gaping!!!" Harvey grinned, rubbing his right buttock and standing up off the couch. [Where next?] They thought simultaneously. Harvey gripped Mason by his bicep, tossing the cute Chelsea lad towards the floor front first. Mason allowed his body to follow Harvey's suggested intention and found himself on all fours for the briefest second. The Chelsea lad barely had time to settle on his hands and knees before Harvey had dropped his body weight on top of him. The Leicester winger made sure Mason's legs were nice and wide then spread his own a little wider. Mason then felt the pressure of Harvey's hand pushing his head down towards the warm, but wooden floor, [Fuck, this is gonna give me a splitting headache!] Mason laughed to himself. "Ahhhhh." Mason wailed as Harvey's top pierced his hole once again and slid with incredible ease straight to its deepest point for the second time today. Before he resumed fucking the little Chelsea boy though, there was one more thing. Harvey contorted Mason's body so that the bottom's back curved up in a sideways S shape, presenting him with Mason's perfect little arse and allowing him to lean across and feed the bottom his pits the same way Mason had before.
There was no need to ease up through the gears and Harvey knew it. Mason's hole was already open for business and the Leicester winger took full advantage smashing every ounce of his body weight against the bottom's hole. "Oooooh, fuckin' ell arveyyyyy." Mase whined into the top's sweaty armpit. Tightening his grip with his bicep and clenching his arse cheeks together, Harvey pounded as hard as his bottom would let him, slamming bone shattering ricochets into Mason's firm buttocks.
Loud squelches echoed around the room as Harvey's sweaty crotch crashed into Mason's sweaty arse cheeks. Inhaling another long whiff of the northern lad's sweaty pits, Mason felt his cock throb angrily, demanding he stroke himself. The problem for Mason was his boner was already so hard that he knew that he'd explode within a couple of strokes, no, he had to wait for Harvey, but the horny top was fucking him so deep he wanted to scream. The shots were so hard and deep, Mason could feel the weight of Harvey's heavy nuts crushing themselves against his sweet arse cheeks.
Relentlessly, Harvey threw his lower body back and forth driving his spear deep and hard into Mason's arousingly tight little cunt. The Chelsea star scrunched his toes as tightly as he could, groaning hard to the pleasure of Harvey's bare cock strumming his insides. Below him, the Chelsea star's 7-inch cock stood harder than at any point so far today, stiffened by the pace, power and perspiration of the sexy top.
"I gotta cummm." Mason whined, unable to resist the urge any longer. Harvey grunted in relief, hammering his crotch into Mason rapidly another half dozen times before pulling out and taking hold of his hard cock. The bottom rolled onto his back to look up at Harvey's sexy body, the pair of them hammering frantically on their aching boners. Each had the sight of the other athletic lad covered in a thick coat of sweat and the muscles tensed in their arms and abs as their orgasms prepared themselves to erupt in a violent explosion of animal passion.
The final race was over with the pair booming and moaning wails of passionate ecstasy while their sweaty balls erupted. The sensation was simultaneous, both young studs feeling their nuts tighten and with it their balls spasming, sucking their nuts into their warm, sweaty bodies.
Thundering up their hard cocks, cum fired high and hard accompanied by deep grunts of passion as their cum flew so far it missed Mason's body altogether. The floor behind Mason's head splattered with their initial shots, a trio each firing around 4 feet (1.2m) in distance as they groaned wildly.
Following their initial explosion, the pair continued to shoot but their range decreased. The Chelsea midfielder's torso quickly became covered from neck to belly button with small drops of pearly white cum while the pair continued to jerk furiously. Harvey felt the pressure shoot through his spine sending his body forward meaning that his left hand now had to support his weight while his right continued to stroke his throbbing pole. Mason's eyes took another scan of Harvey's exposed armpit and grunted, "So sexy." He murmured to himself, squirting another load of his juice across his pale, tattooed torso. "Ughh." Harvey responded, unable to make his response coherent as another blast of his seed rained across Mason's sexy torso.
Now that the Chelsea star's stomach seemed to be the host for the current wave of cum, Mason looked down to study the Lancastrian's body one last time. The smooth skin around Harvey's bulging muscles had a beautiful glow enticing a final blast of pleasure from the young Chelsea stud, covering his smooth, sweaty, sticky stomach. Harvey too took the opportunity to scan Mason's body one last time, his eyes witnessing Mason's final shot as it splattered across his toned frame, trickling down over the Champions Cup tattoo on Mason's smooth side.
The young studs remained in position, Harvey's naked body casting a silhouette over Mason's cum soaked frame. Breathing heavily, they surveyed each other proud of their afternoon's work. Mason reached up with both hands and pulled Harvey down towards him. The Leicester winger took a second to react but on the second tug allowed his body to sink down onto Mason's cum sodden torso. Two hot, sweaty, naked footballer bodies lay together sharing their heat and their accelerated heart rates. Kissing the side of Harvey's head, Mason showed the Northern lad a little extra affection. Harvey was next, turning his head to face the Chelsea star and kissing him on his cute, dimpled cheek.
"Made a right mess, didn't we?" Harvey smirked, looking up at the mess on the floor above Mason's head. "Yeah, I'm blaming you for being such a filthy bitch." Mason sniggered. "Says you and those big nostrils of yours, love my sweaty pits don't you." Harvey teased. "Ha, my big nostrils, what about yours, you nearly sucked my sweaty arm hairs off!" Mason cried, stroking Harvey's side. "Yeah, I fecking love it!" Harvey admitted proudly. Mason couldn't fault the Leicester winger; he too loved the stank and his only response was to stretch up and place a tender kiss on Harvey's lips. The sexy pair remained together, enjoying the warmth of each other's naked bodies while their cum and sweat dried across their smooth skin hugging the evening away.
END
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