Part six: Jingle Bell Cock
In a crowded upstairs function suite a few blocks from Old Trafford, the Manchester United Christmas party was in full swing. For a lot of the squad and staff, the real Christmas period was far too busy and important for letting your hair down, so a mid-December blowout paid for by the club was always welcomed gladly by everyone working at the club. It was a big do, the overpaid players mingling with their coaching staff, medical teams and so on. Easily a hundred revellers milled about the spacious but overheated events space, and at one of several bars set up for the night, Harry Maguire propped himself up on a stool and surveyed the party atmosphere.
Back at his previous couple of clubs, Maguire had loved a party, been a much louder presence at these kind of events – it had helped that there was such a laddish party culture at Leicester. Here, things were a bit more... professional. And joining the team at 26, an international squad, a family man with fiancée and baby, well it had put a different role there for Harry to try and step into. As a result, he felt a bit boring these days, a much more serious and mature figure in the team hierarchy than he was used to be.
There was a big part of Harry that wanted to in the fray dancing like a twat, chatting up some girl from executive, lining up the shots. But he kinda knew it wasn't him these days quite so much. He knew he had to show a bit more of a level head. He'd still sunk a fair few beers over the night, before and during the big curry that had been served, and he was feeling the warm buzz of his drink as he waited to order another one in and idly watched the crowd mill on. He recognised more or less everyone here now, starting to feel less of a new guy at United.
Just as he swung about on the stool to try and catch the barman's eye, another figure bustled up to this quieter corner of the suite and planted their elbows firmly on the bar beside him. Hey big man!' exclaimed young Daniel James in an eager and slightly slurred voice. Can I get you a drink?'
Harry leaned back to take in the sight of his young teammate, wearing the same team-branded suit as him just like all of the squad members present tonight – tailored black designed to show off their athletic physiques, with official club ties and badges on the lapels. Dan was a little flushed and sweaty from dancing, his short mop of curls a little bedraggled atop his glossy brow, but an excited tipsy shine in his wide eyes.
Oh, of course,' Harry said, straightening up a bit and half-turning to welcome him. Yeah, another Cobra please.' Dan nodded, waved a bit obnoxiously, and chirped at the barman to get a couple more bottles out for them.
`Why you sitting down over here?' Dan demanded in his funny Welsh-Yorkshire accent, as excitable and lively as always – his bouncy persona made him likeable if occasionally irritating teammate in Harry's eyes, though in the beery fuzz of the evening, it was hard to feel much but affection for the youngster, barely 22.
Oh just taking a moment,' Harry said with a broad shrug. Taking it easy, you know.' Dan nodded eagerly and turned around to survey the room a bit – probably on the lookout for pussy, Harry surmised a bit enviously. Hey,' he said, reaching across to pat Dan on the shoulder of his blazer, well done on surviving half a season here, pal. New lads together, right?'
Yeh! You too!' There was an adorable fire in those dark eyes; James was just always so fucking excited, it was cringey and loveable all at once to a more experienced guy like Maguire. It's been fucking great so far,' the Welshman announced. Their beers had arrived and he paid with a tap of his card before clinking bottles with his teammate.
Harry listened idly as Dan rhapsodised about his love for the big team and for the moments of triumph he had enjoyed since August. It was all true but it sounded so much more extreme and dramatic in the young guy's rambling account. After a while, Harry's mind wandered, though he tried not to show it, just glugging on his beer until it was almost gone, noticing the rest of the room seeming to get more drunken and rowdy by the minute. His eyes settled for a moment on the sight of Luke Shaw.
That boy. What was he up to? He was chattering away to a couple of other lads in their 20s, all looking pretty drunk by now. For a couple of weeks, it had seemed like he was gonna get a few messages a day from the blond southerner, Luke seemingly desperate to either normalise things between them or get some more rapport going... As if the stress or weirdness of it all had made Harry get off in his garage that day with visiting Chilly, that had been seriously weird; and yet, also not, another bit of him reflected. It had been a laugh, really, or seemed it afterwards. Ben was such a good mate, and such a sound lad, it was hard to feel much worry or confusion about what had gone on, after all.
At this, Harry looked at Dan, with the quietly amused thought of how such a bright-eyed little newbie would react to the sound of that weird encounter. Dan was the same age as young Ben, but seemed so much more naïve and less worldly: he'd probably pass out if Harry described what shit he'd been up to lately!
`What is it?' Dan asked, sensing a shift in mood.'
Ah, nowt,' Harry said dismissively. What were you saying, sorry?'
Er, nothing much,' the youngster mumbled, seeming to lose his place, and maybe realise that the big defender hadn't really been listening that much after all. Who is it you're staring at?'
Harry balked a bit at this – he had looked back over Luke's way, and realised it might have been a bit obvious. He shrugged and shook himself and turned back to the barman. Another two beers mate, please,' he called. You'll stick with me for one more, yeah?'
Of course, of course. Cheers. So like I was saying,' Dan continued eagerly, I'd heard you were much wilder than this – I thought you were on of Vardy's party boys, hah.'
You calling me boring?' Harry grunted playfully, and he poked the lad in the arm with a laugh when Dan suddenly looked worried and guilty. Kidding, you dick. Nah, I know, I used to go harder, but... family guy now. And I know my role here, I ain't one of the fresh-faced kids...'
`Well you aren't even 30,' Dan pointed out fairly.
Harry chanced another look over Luke's way. The pretty 25-year old was in the middle of chatting to some hot brunette lass from the physio team and Harry felt a touch of... well, jealousy would not be the right word, but... It was weird though: in the past few days, the smaller defender's interest in him seemed to have waned. Less awkward texts, less desperate attempts to chat to him around the training ground, no longer making up excuses to try (and fail) to catch him on his own. Obviously, all of the fuss and attention after their, erm, moment had been awkward and inappropriate, but still... Harry was realising how ego-boosting that bout of attention had actually been.
And now the stupid cunt was chatting up some boring bird at the staff Christmas party and here he was listening to an excitable overgrown kid tell him about some lads' holiday he'd been on three years ago. Yawn. It was time to start making things a bit more interesting.
Hey, Dan,' he interrupted quietly but bluntly, shut up, will ya? You're giving me a headache.'
`Oh. Sorry, big man, er, I'll leave you to it, then...'
Nah, nah, you're cool,' Harry said dismissively, but he picked up his beer and finished the rest of it in one gulp. I'm just getting restless. Too much playing Mr Responsible, you know?'
Dan giggled. `Yeah, I guess, trying to be everyone's big bro or something. Well, you can let your hair down a bit,' he urged.
Maybe,' Harry said. Hey, you wanna get up to some real fun?' He scratched the stubble of his chin, an idea beginning to form.
`Definitely,' Dan said brightly.
You reckon you could get me some coke?' Harry asked in a low voice, leaning in close and resting an arm about James' shoulders for a moment. Could really do with a fucking line right about now, it's been ages.'
Dan looked surprised but enthusiastic. Er, I don't really do that myself,' he admitted, but there's a good few lads here who definitely do...'
Oh, you'd love it,' Harry said confidently, gesturing to the distant barman for another bottle of beer, while patting his young mate heavily with one big paw. You ask about, get hold of some tonight? I mean, I'd do so myself but... I got a reputation to set up here, you know, I reckon I'm in line for a captaincy if...'
Sure, sure,' Dan said understandingly, I get you. Er, well, ok, I'll see if...'
Harry slipped a hand into the inside pocket of his blazer and flashed a £50 into the palm of the younger player, before prodding him encouragingly. `Go on, then, buddy. Get me some magic dust.'
Dan hesitated only a moment before finishing his drink, sliding off his stool, and giving Harry a really naughty grin. Are you sure I'll enjoy it?' he asked naively. Okay, okay, give me a chance... er, see you back here in like half an hour or something?' And off he went, like a fucking chihuahua in a kennel of rottweilers. How sweet. Harry grinned darkly to himself and licked his lips.
He took a few minutes to himself, casually tipping back another beer, starting to lose count of how many he'd actually had by now, then got to his feet, and made his way around the outskirts of the dancefloor where the dining tables had been earlier – passing between cheap Christmas decorations and huddles of players and staff, heading for his target. And he found pretty boy Luke by the window looking impatient, busy on his phone and glancing eagerly about.
`Looking for someone?' Maguire said quietly, his voice almost a growled as he sidled up to Shaw.
The guy nearly jumped out of his skin for some reason, either cos he was on edge, or cos he was so surprised at Harry actually coming over to speak to him, pretty much the most willing communication they'd had since that fucking fateful hotel room in Holland. Luke just gawped up for a moment, then slide his phone into a pocket and tried (unsuccessfully) to look nonchalant.
`Alright mate,' he grunted, in a very poor pantomime of disinterest.
Who you looking about for?' Harry said. Eh? That hot tart you were working on ten minutes ago?'
Luke seemed alarmed rather than impressed by this nugget, seemingly more worried than pleased that his big mate had been watching him flirt. `She's called Alanna. She's er, got a flat near here, and...'
Ohhh – get your coat, you've pulled, that it?' Harry chuckled, folding his arms and then letting out a bigger laugh – a slightly snearing, belittling one. It was hard to see young Luke as much of a ladies' man when they'd experienced what they had. Good for you, I suppose, if that's what you're really after these days...'
Luke looked away, ashamed. `Leave it out, pal.'
`Where's she gone then?' Harry asked needlingly.
To leave something with a mate of hers and fetch her handbag,' Luke hissed irritably. As if it has anything to do with you. I don't think you-`
Well, sure, go with her, if you want,' Harry said, and he threw an arm about the other guy's shoulders and leaned in with a pat and a whisper very close to her ear, or you could stay and have way more fun here.' He felt Luke's shoulders tense against him and there was a pull as he tried to break away from the contact. Harry let out another teasing chuckle.
`I don't know what you're on about,' Luke snapped at him, tidying his lapel and adjusting his dark blond hair, looking infuriated and colouring quickly in the cheeks.
Harry spoke calmly but firmly, adjusting the fit of his own jacket and tie before taking a step away. `I think you do, mate. Disabled loos by the lifts, ten minutes,' he said, as casually as if commenting on the weather, and strolled on through the thick crowd on the edge of the dancefloor – composed and dominating on the outside, a drunken thrill of uncertainty inside.
Back at the corner bar, away from the main crowd, he found a fidgeting Daniel James returning from his mission, looking far too shifty to have failed in his job. Harry approached him from behind and unsettled him with a firm Boo!' audible over the pumping cheesy music. Harry laughed and steadied the nervous youngster, spinning about by the shoulder and leaning in to hiss, You have any luck, kiddo?'
Dan nodded and giggled. Er, yeh, was really easy actually, I just had to go over and speak to-
I don't wanna know,' Harry cut him off, but with a grateful pat to the arm. Don't need to know which dickheads on our team are at this gear, I just need a quick fix to round off my night. Good work, lad.'
He leaned on the bar a few minutes and let Dan finish his drink, and noting just how great the height difference was between them: Harry was used to looking down on other blokes but he really towered over 5'7 Dan, which amused him for some reason. It just made what he was planning even more fun, perhaps. Stupid lad was so excitable and impressionable, it would surely be pretty easy to... well...
Come on,' he said, with a tap to Dan's elbow, let's get some space and turn this part up a notch, shall we?' There was a veritable squeak of agreement from the Welshman and Harry chuckled warmly, and led the way. He strolled confidently around the fringes of the venue, and at the entrance way, he saw just what he wanted to see: the hot brunette `Alanna' from the physio team, stood on her own, coat and handbag in her arms, phone out in hand, a confused and lost look on her made-up face. Luke Shaw had made the right choice.
Harry led Dan out through these doors into the stairwell and then veered left towards the lift, where he'd noticed a roomy disabled toilet on his way past earlier. Sure enough, a shifty and grumpy looking Luke was hovering uncertainly in the dark carpeted passageway just then, hands in pockets and a frown on his handsome face. Dan noticed this with an anxious sense of risk, eyeing Luke as someone unlikely to be impressed by drug-taking, and the surprise was obvious on his face as Harry just clapped a hand to the other guy's shoulder and grunted, `You in?'
Luke looked taken aback and bedazzled as he looked from Harry to Dan and back. Harry just grinned wickedly, feeling really weirdly powerful in these circumstances with the two young uns falling into his control.
`In for what?' Luke asked in an impatient whisper.
`Just a bit of fun,' Dan mumbled naively, flashing him a grin and patting the breast pocket of his blazer then making a stupid imitation of sniffing. Harry laughed again, and checked the coast was clear before heading for the wide doorway of the disabled loo. He tugged it open, looked the corridor up and down, and signalled to the other two lads with a nod of his big chin. Dan instantly scuttled by and Luke followed, flashing Harry a confused glare.
The lighting in the boxy room was harsh, and it revealed the drunkness of all three men as their clammy faces were reflected in a large mirror. Harry flipped down a lock and clicked his fingers. `Danny boy, the gear,' he barked.
`We're doing coke?' murmured Luke in a bit of a daze. He kept looking back through the locked door and Harry surmised he was trying to weigh up how much of a cunt he'd been abandoning that poor lass by the dancefloor.
`Aye we are,' Harry said loudly, and sunk to his knees next to the toilet, firmly putting down the lid to make a nice flat surface, then grabbing the little white baggy out of the trembling fingers of Dan James. He shoved some out onto the laminated wood of the toilet lid and slipped out a credit card to prep a few lines. Behind him, he heard Dan babble about it being his first time, except for that one occasion he smoked his first joint, nervous giggle, and Luke muttering something about how he wasn't sure he was up for it tonight, he was supposed to be taking a girl home any minute...
Both nervous lads were interrupted by the loud sniffle as Harry took two lines in through a rolled up £20 then lurched upright blinking and wrinkling his big aquiline nose. Good shit,' he announced firmly, and passed the rolled note to Dan. Go for it, buddy...'
As Dan knelt down to figure out what the hell he was doing, Luke drifted closer, and Harry sidled towards him. He grabbed him closer by the shoulders with a filthy chuckle, and deliberately brushed his crotch into Luke's hanging wrist. You up next,' he muttered into Shaw's ear, then drifted away from him again, squatting down to watch James' clumsy furtive sniffling. That's it,' he encouraged. `How's it feel?'
Dan remained on his haunches at the toilet, traces of white dust on his upper lip as he blinked dizzily. `Er, fucking weird,' he admitted shakily. Luke helped him to his feet, a note of concern in his eyes, and Harry tapped his feet impatiently. Luke sighed, and hunkered down to do his bit, taking the note from Dan and sniffing up a quick line then a second. He took it better than Dan but he still looked a bit flustered and took a moment to get up properly to his feet. Harry stayed low, taking up the bag again to ready some more lines.
`These lights are fucking with my head,' Dan announced in a distant voice.
`That isn't the lights,' remarked Luke half jokingly, grabbing and steadying the Welshman for a moment as the coke began to take effect on him.
Harry rose up from his crouch, rubbing loose flakes of magic dust from his nose, clearing his throat, letting the drugs lift his energy. Chill out you two,' he barked playfully, and loosened his tie a bit. It feels fucking good, doesn't it?' He smiled less harshly at a dazed Luke and then turned to watch Dan hurrying down to try a bit more from the lines he'd prepared. Harry took Luke's arm to pull him over a bit so they were both looking down on the sniffling newbie.
`Go easy Dan,' Luke warned half-heartedly.
Let him enjoy it,' Harry drawled, and he nudged his Dutch roomie a bit roughly in the side. We can all enjoy ourselves in here, can't we?' With that, he reached down and undid his belt and trouser flies in a couple of smooth tugs. Luke's eyes lit up and his nostrils flared. Dan sat up, blinking obliviously and rubbed his nostrils uncertainly. `Go on, Shaw, that last line has your name on it,' Harry pushed, letting his belt and fly hang widely open now.
Luke sank slowly to his knees on the cheap tiled floor, looking at the loose line remaining on the toilet seat, as Dan swayed upwards to his right and Harry towered to his left. He leant in, put the note to his nose and took it up in the other nostril, feeling the burn. Above him, Dan and Harry both laughed excitedly, and then Harry reached down and tousled his hair in that familiar way, both strong and soft at once.
Hey,' Harry quipped, while you're down there, pal!' Stood over him to the left, he leant one arm against the toilet wall and reached the other down to grab Luke's wrist and pull his hand to his own crotch with a couple of hoots of laughter; standing opposite over Shaw, Dan cackled in mischief at this silly sight.
Luke was either high or desperate or obedient enough to comply. Staying on his knees at the loo between them, he let his fingers be guided into those flies and Harry felt that eager grip on his hidden package, just as he had in a Dutch hotel bed about nine days ago. Dan noticed this through a confused haze of cocaine rush and his eyes bulged in disbelief.
That's it,' Harry grunted, have a good feel.' He stood firmly there, feeling the high rush through him and the comfy sensation of his bulge rub against that questing hand. ` But come on, Danny boy wants it too...'
`What?' Dan said shrilly, looking down as Luke shifted his head to the right and lifted his other hand up, tracing the tailored line of the suit trousers up to grab his second crotch simultaneously.
Harry reached over to tousle Luke's hair again, affectionately and patronisingly, while letting out a low groan of pleasure at the encouraging rubbing and grabbing going on – he saw Dan tense up and look totally lost as Luke's other hand rubbed at and traced the outline of his own bulge at the same time, so the three men were intimately huddled there in the corner of this disabled toilet.
Just let him, DJ,' Harry ordered softly, reaching down to tug his shirt out of the way a bit, and opening his trousers further to give Luke more access. Lukey boy loves a bit of sweaty cock, doesn't he?'
`Luke?' Dan asked in a trembling voice, his eyes shooting up and down between the other guys.
Come on, Shaw,' Harry groaned, and with that he reached into his undies and flopped out his length in one unfurling motion, so the fat flaccid shaft fell against Luke's exploring hand with a fleshy slap. Another look of drug-addled shock on Dan's face but the lad made no move to disentangle himself from the surreal exchange. Hesitantly, he reached for his own belt. Go on,' Harry murmured down to him from his superior height.
With one hand, Luke was slowly coaxing and stroking Harry's fat meat, and with the other, he was brushing up and down Dan's inner thighs and prodding teasingly at where his smaller bulge settle in the middle. With shaky uncertain fingers, Dan undid his belt buckle and zip fly, and yanked his trousers and undies down a little, enough to let his cock burst out. Luke's fingers were on it in seconds, clumsy but excited.
Is this really ok?' Dan demanded in a faraway voice. Fuck, that stuff is so strong...'
`But you feel good, right?' gasped Luke from where he crouched between. The doubt was gone from that bearded, handsome face – he was looking up at the two dicks in his hands in hungry amazement, wide eyed and high as fuck on cocaine.
`Sure he feels good,' moaned Harry, leaning into the wall a bit more to relax, and staring down as his dick twitched and stretched in response to touch. The coke always numbered your cock and balls a little bit, but not so much that this dirty scene wasn't filling him with excitement. After all, he was still barely getting any action from his missus since the baby came along: his handjobs from Luke and Ben were the only real fun his dick had known this winter!
`Oh man,' Dan breathed awkwardly, staring down at Luke in continued awe at this turn of events.
Look how much he fucking likes it,' remarked Harry, he's getting hard already!'
And it was true. Harry could see Dan's respectable but comparatively smaller nob getting rigid already, a twitching upright rod from a trimmed bush between the white of his shirt and the black of his waistband. It was still strangely exciting to see it exposed in this loo, just as it had been witnessing Ben Chilwell's chunky piece in his own garage at the weekend. For a moment, Luke abandoned Harry's dick, and worked both hands on Dan's erection instead, getting the terrified newcomer to full arousal and groaning his approval of what he saw.
Harry was enjoying his high and sense of masculine control, but he wasn't content to let the pleasure move away from him for too long. He reached down, hooked a hand under Luke's armpit, and yanked the lad up a bit so he twisted and flopped into seating position onto the toilet seat that had been their sniffing board moments ago. Luke was at a much better high to grab and jerk on both cocks now. Harry's big staff was getting fully hard now, and he loved seeing the lust in Luke's eyes and the sheer inexperienced terror from Dan James.
I told you,' Harry grunted, Lukey boy loves this, don't you?' He tugged a little roughly on that dirty blonde hair and enjoyed the grimace and yelp from his seemingly submissive pal. `Good lad.'
`Do you?' breathed Dan curiously, echoing Harry by stroking Luke's hair and ear and neck with a tentative hand.
I do,' confessed Luke, shutting his eyes in a moment of dizziness, and hearing his confused, faint voice echo in the glaringly lit white tile box of the room. I... I think I do...'
Harry thought about what went on the garage, and the weird threat he had hissed at Ben in the heat of the moment: did he really want to know what it felt like to get blown by a guy? Of course he fucking did, his woman hadn't sucked his massive cock in absolutely months, and here was dirty submissive Luke, at the perfect height to... with a slight gesture of his hips, he pulled his dick away from Luke's hand and slapped it gently against his chops. The mouth responded immediately and Luke's lips parted and searched for the throbbing meat. Oh yes...
Fuck,' commented Dan warily, are you really gonna... Whoa, lads...'
Luke's hand lingered on Dan's dick, but his attention was totally shifted as he pushed his mouth onto Harry's swollen trouser-snake and took as much of it into his gob as was realistic for such an inexperienced twink. Harry laughed and moaned and slapped the wall in some aggressive masculine triumph. Then he reached for the coke bag again, and licked a finger before dipping it in, then offered it across the space to Dan, who seemed confused then eager: Harry lifted the finger to his lips and shoved it in, feeding the mindblowing stuff straight to the Welshman's palate while a sloppy wet blowjob began to get going below. Harry took another finger-load of coke from the bag and licked it himself, then tossed the dregs aside.
Oh Luke,' he purred. You dirty fucking boy...'
He is,' echoed Dan faintly, so fucking dirty... this is mad...'
Luke,' barked Harry, I think Danny boy is feeling left out.' He pulled his dick back a bit and guided Luke's head the other way a little. For all his naivety and confusion, young James did not hesitate – he pressed his cock straight towards Luke's wet lips and took Harry's place in that eagerly sucking mouth. Harry slowly stroked his cock as he watched, looking up and down: from the sight of Luke's head bobbing lower down to suck on this second nob, and up to the twisted mask of pleasure gripping Dan's glossy sweaty face.
Luke, relaxed by the drugs, seemed to be finding his feet with the task – as he worked his mouth on Daniel with a bit more confidence, he also reached around to rediscover and tug on Harry's saliva-wet cock. Both the big broad defender and the slimmer shorter midfielder let out gasps and groans that sent their shared submissive wild with the desire to please.
Right, back to mine,' Harry commanded with authority, and his order was followed sharply – Luke's head spun back round, lips reaching eagerly, tongue lapping out, switching his developing sucking skills to the bigger cock instead, and swapping hands to jerk off Dan for a bit while he did what he could to big Harry. Dan,' barked Harry, `I think poor Luke is missing out, don't you?'
`Huh...?' Dan murmured.
`On your knees Dan,' barked Harry.
The youngster complied quickly, sinking down onto his knees on the tiles now, down between Luke's firm legs, way down below where Harry's big smug grin beamed down on both boys. He watched eagerly as Dan settled on his knees and stared up questioningly while laying one hand each on Luke's tensed thighs.
`Get his dick out.'
Dan giggled nervously, and listened to the wet sloppy noises of the blowjob going on just above him, and reached in to start undoing Luke's belt – the shape of the cocksucker's own nob was obvious, a stiff tent down one leg of the suit trousers. Shitting hell.
`Come on,' urged Harry powerfully, wanking his big fat dick into Luke's eager lips.
Dan, drunk and high and overwhelmed, just went with the flow – tugging sharply on belt and flies and then reaching in to the warm underwear fabric before until, with some struggle, out was springing Luke's rigid veiny erection, somewhere between Dan and Harry in length and girth. Dan grabbed at it awkwardly and made a few experimental strokes on the shaft. Luke moaned and shifted his weight on the toilet seat, but only momentarily cooled his mouth work on Harry to look down at what was happening.
Oh yes,' gasped dominant Harry, staring down at the wonderful scene. Just below his own waist, Luke's head bobbing back and forward in an increasingly confident and desperate suck on his massive cock, and below that, the sight of Luke's erection being lazily tossed by the shaky hands of Daniel, who was jerking himself with his other hand. Oh yes,' the big Yorkshireman groaned again, `you good lads... you dirty little fuckers... mmmm...'
`This is so fucking mad,' Dan thought aloud from below, and then a manic chuckle.
`Fucking mad, but fucking good,' breathed Harry assertively.
So good!' trilled Dan's eager young voice. That coke...'
Harry nodded agreement, flaring his nostrils in a big sigh of pleasure, his cock really hitting the roof of poor Luke's mouth, then pulling back and jabbing into his cheeks. Oh man. This was so insanely horny, even more than the wanking competition with Ben, definitely more than that chilly awkward first contact alone with Luke... oh man, this was EPIC... such a thrill and an ego boost in the sexless dry patch of his heterosexual marriage. Shit, Luke was good at this... could it really be his first time?
And what was this...? Without any suggestion or barked manly command from Maguire, Dan was really getting into it. He was lowering his head down between Luke's thighs and, with a nervous flickering of his tongue, licking at Luke's shaft. Oh god, this was so wild. Harry knew where to go next with it.
`Get up, Shaw,' he commanded, and half dragged the bloke off his dripping cock and up and onto his feet, so that they were both stood leaning on another with their erections swaying and bouncing, and Dan still on his knees, licking his lips in a coke haze and staring upwards wide-eyed as the swinging erections brushed and prodded his face.
`Yes,' gasped Luke, his lips slick with saliva and pre-cum. Dan licked and nervously kissed at the tip of his dick and then shifted his crazed attention over to the bigger challenge of Harry's bell-end. Harry laughed in pleasure and threw his arm fully about Luke's shoulders, pulling the younger guy to him as their dicks were tossed and licked and stroked in akward, hurried turns. Poor young James didn't really know what he was doing here, but Maguire and Shaw were both close to bursting with horny excitement, a sexual tension that had been silently crackling between them ever since Holland finally getting unleashed.
`Oh fuck,' Luke whined, delirious, falling into Harry's supportive embrace as he was wanked and licked. He looked up into Harry's intense, aggressive expression and nearly fainted in ecstasy.
Come on,' grunted Harry, let's finish this.' He reached down to take his cock in hand and Luke unsteadily did the same, until both men were furiously pulling on their hard-ons at an angle over the dazed face of Daniel James, whose tongue lapped in and out with uncertain strokes.
Luke came first. This was well beyond his feverish fantasies of late, this strange toilet threesome with two hot teammates: his cock burst into a frothy stream of spunk that splashed over the side of Dan's shocked face, dribbling across his cheek, lips, and chin, and making Luke himself gasp in total surprise at the force of the orgasm. Harry let out a grunting laugh and groan, and followed suit: blowing his powerful spurt of cum out so forcefully that it streaked not only the other side of Dan's face but hit his curly hair and laced his neck and shirt collar. `OH GOD,' the big man cried triumphantly.
SHIT!' cried Dan in unreadable confusion, swaying on his knees and taking his hands from where he had been clutching the bigger men's thick calves, to rub and wipe at his cum-smeared skin. Oh shit,' he mumbled in a panic.
Harry and Luke reached down to pull him up and into a comforting hug.
`It's okay buddy, hush,' Luke said soothingly, stroking and patting at his arm, then sinking down onto his knees to finish the threesome. Harry held Dan more assertively in place, looking at the dribbles of spunk running down the boy's chin and feeling a surge of post-orgasmic bliss at how completely he had dominated these two lads. As Luke got to work on a swift blowjob, Dan's expression of horror shifted back into dazed pleasure, and Harry let go and backed off, his cock still swinging majestically as he took in the sight of one bloke noshing the other. It seemed like seconds before Dan too was blowing his load.
Good lad,' moaned Harry softly. Good lads.' He turned away, cock swinging, and found the dregs of their coke deposited by the sink, tossing it out onto the edge of the white porcelain to arrange a final three lines while behind him he heard Dan's stifled gurgle of orgasm and Luke's hungry moan. The sounds of frantic excitement were sweet background music as he arranged three small lines of the intoxicating powder, and shifted aside to let the other two get close.
Dan came for it in a rush, looking totally exhausted by cumming as he leant down at the sink and snorted up his line in a rush; Luke steadied the youngster helpfully before leaning in to take his own line, then standing back up – in the harsh light, Harry saw specks of Dan's cum glinting in the lad's beard. He let out a long lazy laugh, leant in and did his own line in one harsh sniff, then stood upright and stretched his tingling limbs.
`You fucking sluts,' he announced callously, and then began stuffing his cock into his pants unceremoniously, smearing a streak of his own juices on his trouser leg.
What the fuck have we done?' exclaimed Dan in a foggy voice, leaning back to the sink in a hurry to blast a tap and splash hot water as his dirtied face. When he turned back to face the other two, he was red-faced and wide-eyed and looked completely terrified. What the fuck was that?' he gasped again. `I'm not...'
Neither are we,' grunted Harry immediately, and he stepped up to tower over the 22-year old midfielder instantly, buckling his belt as he did. That was just a bit of fucking fun, so shut your mouth and relax and enjoy the high while it lasts, you dirty little boy.'
Luke,' groaned Dan pleadingly, looking to the third member of their tryst. Did we just...'
Daniel, mate,' Luke said less harshly, it was just a bit of a laugh... You seemed to enjoy...'
`I'm getting the fuck out of here!' Daniel announced, and he made for the door before remembering his dick was out. He stumbled to a halt, put it away, did his belt, and shot them both another wild look of panic before unlocking the door and bolting into the corridor. Harry and Luke straightened themselves out and wandered out into the passage after them, trying their best not to look too high or dishevelled.
Harry grabbed Luke by the arm and leant in to whisper in his ear. `Go after him. Calm him down. We can't risk this getting out. Go.' Luke just gave him a thoughtful, dazed look, then nodded, and hurried off towards the doors.
Harry remained stood alone, his blood pounding in his veins. He'd never felt more alive.