Disclaimer: Hey folks, this story is just a fantasy and I have no evidence that this actually happened, but we can all dream. Happy reading.
Premier League Football - Bad Boys Gone Naughty.
Jack took the ball on his left foot then turned inside stealing a metre on his defender. The thought of David Beckham in 2001 ran through his mind as he pulled his foot back and struck the ball. The ball curled into the top corner and the Aston Villa captain turned to celebrate, what a dream at the theatre of dreams.
Manchester United fought back and Villa's lead disappeared, after 90 minutes of football the game ended in stalemate. The players convened at the centre circle for the post match handshakes. "Great goal mate." Brandon smiled, "worthy of winning the match." He continued. "Yeah thanks mate, thought I would give you a break and play on the left today." Jack winked.
The Aston Villa players ran over to applaud their travelling supporters, "SUPER SUPER JACK, SUPER SUPER JACK, SUPER SUPER JACK, SUPER JACKY GREALISH!" They sang in response. Pats on the back all round and the Villa players walked back to the away dressing room.
"Great job today boys." John Terry beamed, "good result. Get yourselves cleaned up and let's get back to Birmingham." "I second that lads, great job today. These points will come in handy at the end of season." Dean added and the pair broke into applause. The players got cleaned up before collecting their things and heading to the coach. Earphones on, the players relaxed for the journey home with a point as the reward for their efforts.
"Not good enough lads." Ole grumbled sternly. "If you want to be in the Champions League next year then you have to play better than that!" He explained. The mood in the home dressing room was sombre as the players reflected on their failure. The United players nervously looked around the room, trying to avoid everyone else's gaze. Ole gave it to his team as they sat there in silence, you couldn't argue with him, he was of course a United legend.
Brandon felt ashamed, unfit to wear the famous Manchester United red. The players got changed and headed for the exit with very little to say to each other. The left back drove home listening to some uplifting music.
"How was the game babe?" Brandon's girlfriend greeted him with an ill advised smile. Brandon rolled his eyes, "shit innit." Walking straight past her throwing his bag aside and heading straight for the bedroom. He threw himself into the bed and switched on the TV. "What are you doing?" She bellowed storming into the room, "get ready, we have to go to the party in an hour!" "I'm gonna pass babe," Brandon answered semi-apologetically. "There's no way I'm going out after today's result. If I get caught out on the town I might not get selected again." He replied. "Right, so every time you lose I have to stay in, is that it?" She spat angrily. "Never said that babe, but Ole won't take kindly to snaps of me out celebrating when we don't win." Brandon answered curtly. "Well you guys are shit at the moment, so does this mean I no longer have a social life?" "Yeah sorry you can't go out spending all my money." Brandon replied dismissively, her eyes narrowed at him. "Well fuck you then, I'm still going out whether you come or not." She retorted smugly. "Go ahead, never said you couldn't, I said I couldn't." He replied indifferently. Defeated she turned on her heel and stormed back to the living room. [Ugh, I'm gonna pay for this all week.] Brandon thought to himself.
He picked up his phone and began to scroll through the latest updates on social media. Jack had posted a picture of himself celebrating his goal earlier in the day on Instagram. "Great goal from a great player. I won't let it happen again though (bicep)" Brandon commented.
Jack flicked through his messages and landed on Brandon's, he straightened himself up on the couch [well, well] he smirked. Jack replied with a picture of his perfectly formed arse in his football kit from the match. "Get used to this view mate, it's all you'll ever see of me."
Brandon's phone buzzed, he read the direct message from Jack, [Ha, what a cunt!] Brandon pondered his response for a moment before replying with, "nah mate, you just get used to watching me lifting trophies, you small club bitch (wink)."
"Banter, I like it! Good game today, you're a decent player. I'm sure you'll have plenty of chances to choke on my tackle. I'll make it easy for you. (aubergine)." Jack replied, Brandon looked at the message, [That's just nasty!] He grinned.
"That's just wrong mate, you're wrong!!! Brandon replied, feeling strangely intrigued. He heard the front door closing as the missus left without a word. "Yep, wrongun and proud, I'm Jack Grealish, the Aston Assassin! Let me know when you next have a game around here mate (devil)"
Brandon smiled, "Maybe sooner than you think, I'm in the doghouse with the missus. She's gone out in a mood. I'm sure I'll be in trouble when she's hungover tomorrow." "Ahhh that's not good mate, good luck with that. Message me if you need to have a rant (wink)." Jack replied. "Cheers mate, I think I will blame you for now." "Ha, well tough shit." Brandon was giggling to himself now, "Charming!!! When are you coming to a real club then?" "I'm waiting for Liverpool, I want to be able to spank you all over the pitch someday." Jack replied, Brandon giggled, "you definitely sound like you're flirting now!" no reply, Jack left Brandon hanging on that.
An hour passed, Brandon mindlessly flicking through shows on Amazon Prime when suddenly his phone buzzed again. "Yeah sorry, that did sound a bit wrong didn't it. I'll shoot a load and get back to you. (Tongue)" [fuck sake, T.M.I. Jack!!!] Brandon groaned to himself, the image of the scruffy Brummy in his muddy, sweat-soaked kit wanking himself bore itself into Brandon's mind. "You randy git. Have fun!" Brandon replied before placing his phone down and focussing back on the TV. Slowly Brandon's eyes travelled down from the TV screen past his toes and legs to his crotch, [confirmed, Brandon, that feeling you have is a semi!]
Frozen, Brandon couldn't think of what to do next, [I'm hard because I've had a long day and I need to blow a load before I sleep. The missus won't be in any sort of mood for that later. Jack's not even a good looking lad, why would that give me a semi?] Brandon's mind was heading off on it's own tangent, he picked up his phone and flicked on to Jack's profile again. Staring at the image in front of him, he felt nothing, scrolling through the pictures he found one of Jack in his Villa kit looking a bit of a mess and felt his cock twitch.
Locked in a trance, Brandon had no idea what to do with himself, [I'm not turned on by Jack. but I am turned on by his messy kit.] Brandon's mind kept ticking, trying to deconstruct what was going on in his boxers. Typing in Harry Kane he searched for a muddy picture of the England captain, he found what he was looking for and inspected the picture, nothing. [Hmm, who else?] he searched for Dele Alli and again had a good look at one of his pictures, there it was again. He felt a surge of blood rush to his cock as he took in the mixed race Tottenham player, but why was this turning him on?
[What is it about Jack and Dele, that Harry doesn't have?] Brandon was at a loss, it wasn't skin colour, it wasn't the colour of their clothes, it wasn't even their bodies. [Harry does come across as a good guy. Jack and Dele are bad boys. That can't be it!] he typed in Paul Pogba and surveyed his teammate, [oh fuck!] his cock pulsed again, he'd never seen his teammate in this way before. Remembering what Paul looked like naked suddenly the idea of the big Frenchman ordering him about or ploughing him aggressively filled out Brandon's cock.
Brandon lay there dumbfounded before finally regaining his senses, he flicked through some porn before he found something he liked and took hold of his hard 8 inches. The barely legal girl can't have been much older than 18, her body was tight and her boobs were pert. Sat down crossed legged, was she naked or was she hiding some nice kinky underwear, Brandon hit play to find out. The blonde, with long extensions down nearly as far as her belly button, flicked her hair aside before running her hands down her body sensually. As her hands caressed her perfectly smooth skin she moaned seductively whilst staring straight into the camera.
Brandon squeezed his hard cock and began to run his hand along his shaft. His long cock was a little slimmer than average and his foreskin hid a beautiful pink mushroom-shaped head. As the girl revealed her little pussy, Brandon began to pump himself faster. His eyes studied her body as his fist slid the thin skin of his shaft along the stimulated muscle. Brandon moved his free hand to his chest and began to squeeze his pec trying to imagine the slutty teen on top of him. His hairy nuts were churning hard, in Brandon's mind the girl was on top riding his cock squeezing his smooth body hard and moaning as she bounced on his cock. He closed his eyes and imagined her slapping him in the face as she bounced on him harder still, his cock pulsed hard in his hand and Jack Grealish's cheeky face appeared again.
"Shit!" Brandon exclaimed as his fist jackhammered along his pole, Jack's imposing figure was dominating his thoughts. Jack had pushed the blonde girl to the corner of the room in Brandon's mind, now Jack was straddling the United star's face with his tight shorts and that massive bulge protruding through the fabric slowly approaching his face pinning him to the pillow. Brandon grunted hard as his balls emptied firing aggressively across his tight abs. 4 hard shots of his thick cream splashed across his smooth skin and he moaned again capturing his breath as the moment passed.
Looking at the screen again the girl was still massaging herself, disgusted with himself Brandon hit close and looked up at the ceiling. [What the fuck just happened.]
END
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