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Premier League Football 23: Brief Encounters
Another summer camp back at Liverpool was so depressing for Harry. For two months a year he had the opportunity to work with Jurgen Klopp and the main squad, giving his everything to impress only to be told each August that he would be going out on loan again. After the season Liverpool had endured though, this was his opportunity to show what he could do. Harry's loan to Cardiff had been a success, playing often in the team's push for promotion. Harry always felt a little nervous returning to the Liverpool dressing room. The old faces were nice enough, offering him generous hellos and fist bumps as he passed. But then there were the new faces, the players he barely got to know before being sent away again, still, that was football.
"This exercise is a 2v2, Harry and Divock against Andy and Curtis. The key is high pressure, you need to win the ball off the other pair before they make it to the yellow cones." Jurgen explained pointing to the mini pitches 30 yards by 20 yards which were marked out by red cones with yellow cones around halfway. The quartet jogged off to the first pitch, Curtis taking a ball with him. The session was high paced, passing between the pairs was short and snappy. The trick was to suck the other pair in, but get the ball away quickly enough that the other pair would constantly be turning on their heels.
Harry flicked the ball to Divock and then set off around Andy. The Scottish wingback had speed to burn once he got going but Harry had stolen a step and as the ball returned to him from Divock he went to take control as the ball approached the yellow cones. "Ahhh fuck." Harry gasped as his left foot brushed against his right and THUD! The Welsh winger hit the turf like a sack of potatoes. Landing square on his chest, Harry had to take a moment before pushing himself up. "Sorry man." Andy trotted back with his arm outstretched.
Andy pulled the Welsh winger up and patted Harry down before returning to Curtis. The Scot and the young Scouser whispered behind their hands deciding to build their attack down the left. Divock and Harry approached in unison about 3 feet apart. Curtis popped the ball to Andy who trotted forward a couple of steps then waited. Curtis hurried around behind Andy and the Scot flicked the ball to the left and into the Englishman's path. As Harry watched confused, Andy brushed past him and in two touches Curtis had flicked the ball back to Andy who crossed the yellow zone.
Andy trotted back to Curtis and shared a celebratory fist bump as Harry and Divock skulked back to their home. Training went on and the Andy-Curtis partnership just got better and better. Harry could feel Jurgen's eyes studying him, watching him fail. Which club would he be on loan at for next season, or worse, which club would he be sold to? Neither proposition particularly interested Harry, unless the club had some fit lads, no one would beat his Davey but Harry was like any other guy, always on the hunt for a good conquest.
"You showed some good hustle back there." Andy beamed, catching up with Harry as they returned to the changing room. "Thanks, we were shit compared to you guys though." Harry groaned, glancing back at the Scotland captain. Andy rested a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Aye lad, but that's not the point. Did you learn anything out there today?" Andy quizzed; Harry's blank expression gave Andy the answer he needed. "Come on lad, we'll go for a pint and a chat." He grinned. "Yeah ok." Harry smiled nervously. The young Welsh lad felt scared that Andy was about to make him look very stupid with his wealth of footballing knowledge and experience but drinks with a caring teammate sounded like fun.
After getting cleaned up the team all headed their separate ways while Harry followed Andy to his home. The footballers parked up in Andy's drive and stepped out of their cars. "Right, follow me." Andy instructed, leading the way to his local pub. The walk was no longer than 5 minutes and upon arrival, Andy held the door open for Harry to enter. "After you." He smiled.
Harry stepped into the dimly lit place with small windows and traditional wooden decor followed by the Scot. "Andy!" The barmaid chimed, beaming. "How are you lovely?" "I'm grand Kerry, how are you?" Andy replied politely. "All the better for seeing you. And this is our Harry Wilson." She grinned proudly. Harry blushed, "Hello Kerry, nice to meet you?" "You too love, what can I get ya?" "Pint of the usual for me and..." Andy replied, nodding towards Harry. "Errr. Lager top please."
"Pint of bitter and a lager top." Kerry announced placing the drinks on the bar. "Thanks Kerry." Andy smiled, nodding towards the book for the bar tabs. "Pleasure sweetheart." "Harry get behind the bar and put your arm around her." Andy instructed. The Welsh lad followed his instructions and placed his arm over Kerry's neck. It had been a while since Kerry exercised, about 5'4" in height and easily 11st. (70kg) in weight the little lady was above the average weight for her height. Andy took Kerry's phone and pointed it at them, "Say cheese!" Andy smiled.
"Perfect." Kerry took her phone and looked at the photos. "For fuck's sake Andy!" She bellowed, before swinging for the full back who burst out laughing. "He's taken selfies." She explained to Harry who looked over confused. The Welsh lad giggled as she passed her phone back to Andy and pulled the footballer in once more. This time Andy took a couple of snaps and handed her the phone once more. "Lovely." She beamed. "Thank you, boys." She finished.
Andy led them over to a free table over in the corner under pictures of old Earl's and Duke's. "Cheers." Andy beamed as he threw himself into the chair and raised his glass. "Cheers." Harry replied gently tapping Andy's glass with his before he took a quick draught then sat down.
"Good to have you back with the squad." Andy offered generously. "Ha, didn't think you'd noticed I was away with all the trophies you guys have been winning." Harry chuckled. It was true, Andy thought to himself, "No chance, you're one of us lad." He replied reassuringly. Harry beamed at the Scottish full-back who he noticed had the gentlest brown eyes. "Looked like fun though." Harry added. "It really was." Andy gloated. "I never thought I would lift the Premier League let alone the Champions League." he finished with an expression of disbelief. "Yeah, I'm not gonna lie, I was jealous A.F." Harry glared playfully. "Losing the championship play-off final wasn't as good a day for me." The footballers chatted away, throwing back a few pints each as they spoke while the pub grew busier around them. The locals threw Andy a wave as they entered but respectfully left the Liverpool full back to his private social time but both lads felt obliged to stop and have a quick chat with polite locals who interrupted their toilet trips.
"Wanna head back to mine? There's space in the spare room." Andy asked politely. "Yeah, thanks." Harry beamed. The pair threw back the last drops of their drinks before heading to the exit. "Thanks Kerry," Andy mouthed as they slipped out of the front door and began the short journey to Andy's house. "What's your local like?" Andy asked thoughtfully. "Guess it would be the one back home in Wrexham." Harry replied. "More of a rugby pub though, so they're not that interested in me." Harry continued. "That's a blessing." Andy giggled, "You must've been to a few decent pubs in your loan spells?" "Yeah, for sure. Gotta love a good Cardiff pub." Harry beamed proudly.
Turning up the driveway, Andy led them to the front door and inside his impressive home. Stepping inside, Harry appreciated the wooden decor of the country cottage. Amongst the framed shirts, worn and signed by champions league calibre players, Andy also had a few Scottish Rugby shirts on display for visitors to inspect as they entered. "Come on through to my lads' den." Andy instructed, leading the way through to the garden.
Andy threw open the door to his den and welcomed Harry inside, a few leather armchairs, more framed shirts and a massive TV. "Nice." Harry beamed, his eyes scanning the room as he entered. "Thanks." Andy grinned, holding his arm towards the couch and inviting Harry to sit. The Welshman sat down carefully in one of the seats and watched Andy who busied himself over by a cabinet. From the clinking of glass on glass, Harry guessed Andy was preparing some drinks and a moment later he presented with a tumbler half filled with scotch. "Smooth." Harry cooed, taking a sip of the dark liquid. "Beautiful isn't it." Andy beamed proudly.
"Spend much time here?" Harry started while Andy reached for the remote and mindlessly began to press buttons. "Yeah, little ones aren't allowed in here so I use it as a hideaway." Andy smiled proudly. "Living the dream." Harry beamed back at him. "The little terrors, love them but it's great to be in here with you mate." "Where is the Mrs. and kids?" Harry replied. "Kids are at a sleepover and the Mrs. is having a ladies' night out." Andy explained as his phone rumbled in his pocket. "Speak of the devil." Andy continued, straightening up as he read his screen. "She's staying at her girlfriend's." He shrugged before typing a quick reply and sliding his phone back into his pocket.
"Fuck it, mind if I have a tug?" Andy shrugged nonchalantly. "Ha, be my guest." Harry nodded. "Feel free to have one yourself." Andy offered while leaning back to loosen his fly. "Cool, might join you, yeah." Harry smiled. "Proper job." Andy grinned, "Is there anything you wanna watch?" He continued. "Errr, anything." Harry chuckled. "Sweet." Andy replied, hitting favourites which instantaneously produced dozens of adult videos.
Andy pressed enter and reached into his boxers beaming excitedly as the screen filled became someone's webcam. A slim, orange-skinned blonde-haired girl with the thickest lips they'd ever seen positioned the camera before climbing up onto the bed. Before she could even begin to undress, Harry knew this video wasn't going to work for him. "Actually dude, can we watch something bi?" "Bi?" Andy glanced across at the Welsh lad. "Yeah, if that's alright." Harry blushed. "Yeah, course." Andy grinned. The full back typed in bi, hit search and handed the remote over to Harry.
Typing in "Bi Guys Fuck." Harry found a few clips, picking this first one. Skipping the intro, Andy moved straight to the kissing. Harry felt his cock double in size as the beefy porn stud Chase Archangel pulled Jayden Marcos towards him and placed a firm kiss against Jayden's lips. Andy glanced sideways noticing how invested Harry was, then looking back at the screen to watch Chase administer a kiss to Marley Madden's lips.
"Look at the tits on that." Andy grinned, stroking himself a little harder as the screen closed in on the pair of large globes constricted by a pink bra. "Yeah, nice jugs." Harry muttered, concentrating on Chase's muscular biceps as they flexed. "What do you think of the lads?" Andy continued, noting the lack of conviction in Harry's tone. "Ha, yeah. Wish I had a body like the tattooed guy." Harry replied. "Whatever the fuck for?" Andy frowned, tearing his eyes away from the screen and looking over to Harry. "He looks proper solid." Harry shrugged. "And you don't?" Andy growled. "I dunno." Harry mumbled.
The alcohol in his system had woken Andy's angry side and Harry was about to know it. "Fucking shut up and get naked." His laddy Scottishness increasing in volume and aggression as he spoke. Harry had begun to tremble a little at the sudden change in atmosphere. His teammate's irritation at Harry's self-deprecation had woken the silent monster inside Andy that Harry never knew existed. Obediently the Welsh winger followed Andy's instructions first by peeling down his jeans and boxers then by pulling off his shirt and placing them all to the side.
"See, now look at you. I'd fuck the hell outta ya if I had the chance." Andy barked, sliding his foreskin back and forth as he spoke, leering at Harry's smooth body. Andy's eyes devoured the Welsh lad's smooth pecs which were nicely defined with a noticeable muscle tone and a healthy bit of colour to it. Harry's torso slimmed as it headed down towards his waist, he was "skinny" when Andy described him as "lean" moving down past that surfboard abdomen. "Err, yeah ok." Harry replied to Andy unsure if it was a real offer.
After a moment of silent tension from Harry, Andy rolled closer towards his teammate. The Welsh lad's natural instinct was to lower his leg allowing Andy to move halfway over him. It wasn't clear what Andy had planned to do next but with the Scottish full back taking both legs in each hand and lifting them it soon became clear. Harry felt his body slide down the couch a little more exposing just enough of his hole for Andy to flick a tongue at.
Andy looked like a man possessed as he flung his face forward, forcing his tongue hard up against the Welshman's inviting cunt. Harry's hole was exactly how Andy imagined, such a clean and smooth lad, Harry kept his entrance very neat indeed, not as smooth as his clean-shaven face but a lot smoother than the dense forest of curly brown covering Andy's hole. With plenty of alcohol in his system to lubricate his mind, Andy just pushed his tongue up as far as Harry would allow. The Welshman was of course complicit with Andy's desires, loosening his ring for the Scot to press his tongue straight into Harry's warm hole.
Harry sighed softly, breathing through the pleasure of the Scot's attention. The feeling of Andy's tongue and his gentle beard stroking at his smooth hole transmitted waves of pleasure through the young Welshman. Andy's thirst seemed unquenchable, drinking the flavour with as much volume and intensity as he could offer. Harry appreciated the lengths his teammate had decided to go to in order to make him feel comfortable. Pushing his smooth ring out the winger granted Andy maximum access which defender used to his advantage, pressing his cheeks against Harry's and curling his tongue up to taste the insides of the sexy young Welshman.
Emitting a satisfied grunt, Andy withdrew from Harry's hole and stood up in front of his teammate. Kicking his dark grey, Liverpool trackie bottoms clear of his feet, Andy stood directly in front of Harry leering down at him. The handsomeness of Harry's entire body was there for the Scot to appreciate it in all its glory. Taking hold of his hard cock, Andy slipped on a condom, applied a thin coat of lube and studying the beautiful toning of Harry's body, the defender moved forwards placing his tip against the bottom's wet hole.
Harry felt the tip of Andy's hard cock press against his entrance and with a slight grimace the 24-year-old pushed open his hole. The bottom's blue eyes moved from Andy's rugged, handsome face, down his hairy, slender torso and rested at Andy's belly button which rose and fell along with his breathing. The Welshman was incredibly accommodating, allowing Andy to force his cock inside Harry's body with relative ease. In one long, firm stroke the top found himself more than halfway inside Harry's arse and able to release his shaft which stood rigid as it hung out of the bottom's forgiving hole. Gradually, Andy's hard meat moved deeper inside Harry, filling the young Welshman with the pleasurable stretching sensation of a nice, wide cock pushing him open.
The top was beginning to feel confident in Harry's ability to take him. Probing deeper inside the Welshman's smooth belly, Andy's furry crotch moved closer to the cute pinkness of Harry's sexy ring. The winger's face was the definition of adorable, the rosiness of his smooth, pink cheeks begged Andy for more cock and the Scot felt compelled to fulfil that wish. Another stroke and Andy's crotch pressed itself against the bottom's perfect arse causing Harry's mouth to fall open and sigh with happiness.
With his 6.5-inch uncut cock in his hand and rock hard, Harry stroked himself while Andy began sliding his cock back and forth within the cute Welsh lad. The alcohol in his system increased Harry's bravery, numbing the pain of penetration as Andy set himself to work, thrusting as deep into Harry's hole as the Welshman would allow. The rhythmic feel of a thick hard 7.5-inch cock cutting into his tight belly sent Harry to his happy place. Each movement of Andy's cock, pushing itself into the Welsh lad's chute curving up against those tight walls, then pulling it back out, withdrawing his throbbing cock along the sensitive membrane only to return again a second later sent tingles shooting through Harry's body. Strumming consistently, Harry made full use of the Scot's cock to maximise the feelings of pleasure travelling all over his body.
Fortunately, or unfortunately for Harry once inside, Andy was feeling like the horny mostly-straight lad he usually was. The feeling of his head slicing deeper inside the cute Welsh lad was irresistible. Clenching his skinny, furry arse, Andy pulled his cock back only to return it a little faster every time. Alcohol had also numbed the sensitivity of Andy's tip but that didn't mean he wasn't going to cum quick. This wasn't a night for love making, this was a night for quick rough sex and Andy loved it. "Fuck your arse is amazing." Andy panted, offering the bottom a little reassurance. A rosy cheeked smile was the response from the bottom who only increased his fuckability by looking so cute.
As much as Harry wanted to respond with some sort of cool come back, the cute bottom was too focused on enjoying Andy's cock as it plunged deep and hard into his waiting body. True to his reputation as an energetic wingback, Andy had increased his speed to an impressive level, rattling his cock deep and hard into Harry's waiting body with amazing consistency. While the depth increased so did the bumpiness of his ride, sending pleasurable shockwaves through Harry's sensitive body. Although it was slightly distracting, the bumpiness had a positive effect on the experience as Harry used the feeling of Andy's warm body ploughing into his arse to add to the internal joy of his deeply penetrating cock.
The competition between alcohol in Andy's system versus the tightness of Harry's arse was well and truly on and although Andy held on as long as he could, the moment of truth was fast approaching. "You got much left in you?" Andy huffed. "Nah mate." Harry grinned happily, satisfied with the Scot's efforts on his tight hole as he jerked his own cock rapidly in appreciation. Confirmation that Harry too was close seemed to be the news Andy needed to hear. The slim full-back used his entire body, rolling like a wave as his chest rolled down his abs and onto his hips to throw every inch of his cock up into the Welsh lad's sexy cunt. The energy from Andy's body as it rammed Harry's sphincter was tooth chatteringly good.
"Fuck lad, that arse is so good!" Andy growled, as his cock began to swell. "You fuck good too." Harry sighed, feeling Andy's thick head pushing him towards his own climax. The straightness in Andy showed as another deep shot was followed by a high-pitched groan and without even thinking, the Scot had pulled himself free, ripped off his condom and began to jerk himself hard. His jaw wide open groaning for mercy, Andy felt his load thundering up his shaft and with lethal power his cum began to shoot like a laser at Harry's hot body. "Oh shit!!!' Andy grunted. "Oh shit." Harry agreed, tugging himself faster yet. More spray from the orgasming Scot was exactly what Harry needed, using the feeling of warm cum splattering across his chest as the catalyst for his own eruption. A few more vigorous strokes and another warm dropping of cum across his torso sent Harry over the edge with a long groan.
Andy had been focused on himself but couldn't help himself with the distraction of Harry's yelping. "Oh fuck." Andy grunted with as much force as his Scottish accent gave him. Harry replied in earnest with his Welshest grunt, "Ayyyy fuck." Both shooting cum as far and hard as their balls would allow them. Harry tensed his hole, feeling the looseness of it after Andy's deep work, opening him up with that amazing Scottish rod.
The growling Scot tugged another pair of ropes across Harry's sticky body. Following 7 blasts of his sweaty nuts, Andy was nearly empty, tugging the last glob of his seed over Harry's thigh. "Fucking hell." Andy swore, dropping his hard cock aside and narrowing his eyes down on the cute bottom. Andy's final treat was to see the final couple of ropes splatter onto Harry's belly button as the Welsh winger emptied his sack. Another stroke and the Welshman's head foamed with a final bubble of cum and finally, Harry too was empty.
"Fuck, what a mess." Andy grinned proudly looking down at Harry's sexy body covered in two helpings of man-seed. Harry beamed up at the Scottish defender. "Aye, good fun that." He agreed. Andy nodded before pushing himself up off the couch. Harry remained on his back while Andy busied himself, returning a moment later with a towel. "Ere lad." Andy called, tossing Harry something to dry himself down with.
Offering Harry a pint of water and a couple of painkillers, Andy settled in for a little more rest and relaxation. The lads indulged in a little Love Island while guessing the destinations Harry might be farmed off to this season. "Yeah, wouldn't mind living in London!" The Welshman beamed brightly, his blue eyes shining with excitement. "Sounds like a plan, hope you get yourself a Premier League team anyway. No point you pissing around in the championship, I don't think." Andy reiterated. "I'll keep what you said in mind, I'd love to stay here." Harry smiled weakly. "Aye, would be great to have you." Andy agreed.
Several hours later and half asleep after a little Love Island marathon, Andy showed Harry up to the guest room. "Toilets through there if your arse falls out during the night." Andy beamed. "Cheers." Harry smiled, pulling the slim defender in for a final hug before Andy backed away with a wave and left Harry to get to sleep. "Night mate." Andy beamed.
END
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