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Football World 10: Taking Some Loan Advice
It was a cold Tuesday night in Stoke and Harry Wilson's Cardiff City had arrived to take on the Potters. Harry felt like he was in the shop window once more, another loan from Premier League champions Liverpool had taken the Welsh boy back to the Championship with the bluebirds of Cardiff City.
After 60 minutes, Harry's night took a disappointing turn. 1-0 down the 4th official raised the electronic noticeboard and there in red shone Harry's number. The Welsh lad hung his head in shame as he walked towards the touchline and gave his replacement Robert Glatzel a pat on the back. "Good luck." He offered spiritedly before shaking the manager's hand and grabbing a jacket to sit down on the substitutes bench. 6 minutes later Harry's nightmare became a reality as his replacement beat the Stoke goalie Josef Bursik to equalise, 1-1.
Harry made a show of celebrating with his teammates whilst feeling sick inside and after the celebrations died down, the Welsh international excused himself for a toilet break. Walking through the tunnel at the Bet365 Stadium, Harry noticed a couple of lads chatting to one side. As the Welshman passed them, he saw one of the lads look over towards him whilst continuing their conversation. "Fucking cunt." Harry muttered to himself, chastising his own performance. The Wrexham lad so badly wanted to make it in the Premier League but too many nights like tonight and Harry knew he would be spending the rest of his career in or around The Championship.
"Hey man." Jack Clarke beamed at Harry as the Cardiff winger left the bathroom. Harry glanced around to see if he was about to get jumped or something weird. "You alright?" Jack continued. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry, you just caught me by surprise." Harry replied after a brief moment to analyse the situation. "Ahhhman, sorry. I just wanted to say hi again." Jack blushed. "Yeah, yeah, no biggie mate. How are you finding things here?" Harry asked. "Yeah, it's been pretty good. Are you guys staying in Stoke tonight or travelling straight back?" Jack smiled. "Travelling straight back mate, even though we have the day off tomorrow." Harry huffed, rolling his eyes. "Ahh shame, I was gonna invite you round for a beer." Jack giggled. "Ahh, were you now? I can come back tomorrow I guess." Harry grinned, stroking his smooth chin thoughtfully. "...or you can follow us back and come to mine?" Harry continued reading Jack's expression. "Wicked. I need some advice on being a loan player but I wanna talk face to face." Jack explained. "Yeah, sounds about right." Harry nodded.
The final whistle sounded, and the teams left the field. The Stoke players trudged dejectedly off the pitch while the Cardiff players shared high-fives and hugs to celebrate their 76th minute winning goal. Harry took a moderate part in the celebrations before hurrying off to get showered. First out of the showers, the Welshman sent Jack his home address while he got changed and ready for the coach to leave. Following a rousing speech from manager Neil Harris the team headed for the coach and the 3-hourjourney home. Harry felt knackered after travelling and football, so the journey home was the perfect time to catch a bit of shut eye.
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Jack sat in his car patiently listening to music when out of the darkness, a pair of headlights illuminated the car park. The car came to a stop and Harry stepped out in his Cardiff City training gear. Jack opened his car door and hopped out. "You made it." Jack beamed, "Ahh man, how long were you waiting?" Harry replied, water vapour colouring the air between them as they moved towards each other. "About an hour." Jack smiled. "Ahh dude, I'm sorry." "Don't worry about it." Jack cut in happily.
Harry led them into his living room, the spacious room had laminate floor throughout and comfy leather black couches facing a massive TV. "Take a seat." Harry gestured towards the couch before dropping his bag against the wall and heading into the kitchen. Returning with a pair of beers and protein bars the Welshman laid them down on the table. "Can you multitask? We can chat while playing FIFA if you like?" Harry asked. "Yeah, let's do it." Jack chirped with his impishly cute smile.
Dropping down into his couch alongside Jack, Harry landed a little closer than the Yorkshire lad had expected. The games commenced with Jack's competitive side showing through, battering Harry 5-0. The second match wasn't much different, Jack beat Harry 4-2, this time the Welshman took the lead at least before Jack came flying back. Another victory for Jack, followed by another and the 20-year-old looked at Harry somewhat bemused. "You're letting me win, aren't you?" Jack frowned. "Ha am I fuck. I'm just not that good." Harry chuckled. The claim wasn't completely untrue, even playing his very bestHarry seldom got the best of his buddy Ben Woodburn though the punishment (or reward) for losing meant Harry never really gave it his all.
"How are you always so successful when you go out on loan? I mean you were awesome at Derby and Bournemouth." Jack beamed. "Yunno what mate, I'd never really thought about it till you mentioned it earlier, but there's no real secret other than getting into the team spirit and being willing to work for the manager." Harry replied. "Sounds obvious I know, but if you can convince the boss you're fitting in well, they'll give you game time and that's all you'll need to show them how good you are." Harry continued.
Jack watched every word fall from Harry's beautiful lips, [fuck me this guy is so kissable] Jack thought to himself. "Which was your favourite loan so far?" Jack replied. "Ahh, I'm not sure, probably Bournemouth because I got to play with my boy Davey a lot. But Derby was good fun as well with Frank Lampard." Harry pondered aloud. "You and Davey are close then?" Jack replied, very interested by Harry mentioning him in particular. "Yeah, we've known each other a while now, he's a good lad." Harry explained. "I hear that." Jack nodded, "And at Derby, did you have a good relationship with Mase?" Jack continued. "Oh, hell yeah, Mase is the best isn't he." Harry agreed enthusiastically. "Ha, yeah he is." Jack replied dreamily. "Wait, how do you know Mase?" Harry asked, his face clearly trying to work out where Jack and Mason had played together. "Ahh, just from a friendly match, we swapped shirts." Jack replied innocently. "He fucked you after that didn't he?" Harry grinned, knowing the answer to his question before he'd even finished asking it. "So, are you here to get fucked by me too?" Harry continued spreading his legs a little wider as he spoke. "Never said he did fuck me though, did I?" Jack replied coolly.
Harry dropped his controller aside and without a word, swinging his leg around Jack's body the Welshman sat on Jack's lap. Two young footballers were now face to face, breathing in each other's essence. The rich smell of expensive aftershave tickled the lad's noses and slowly their lips moved together. Harry reached under Jack's arms while the Yorkshire lad reached over Harry's shoulders to pull the Welsh lad towards him. Now they were initiated, they could fully engage in their embrace and pulling each other closer, their kiss became stronger and more passionate. Harry pulled Jack in closer making the Yorkshire lad slide closer as their tongues explored each other's throats. Harry's thigh rested on top of Jack's leg, the added body contact sent a spark through the pair of them, but this was only the beginning.
The Welsh lad quickly reached under the hem of Jack's shirt and pulled it up, leaving his lips only to allow the Yorkshire lad's tight t-shirt to slide over his straight brown hair. Again, their faces connected with a bump, locking their lips together aggressively allowing their tongues to tour each other's throats again while Harry unfurled his own shirt hem. Breaking apart to allow Harry's shirt over his quiffed hair, Jack and Harry took a quick moment to study their smooth, toned bodies before jumping into each other's arms once more.
Everything was directed by horny desire as the two lads were instantly tongue deep inside each other's mouths while pressing their naked chests together. Smooth skin slid across smooth skin; their toned muscles were evident by their aroused tensing. Harry pushed forward into Jack, forcing the Yorkshire lad onto his back against the cool black leather of the couch. Jack allowed Harry to press him down against the couch by holding his smooth chest against Jack's. The Yorkshire lad responded by throwing his legs around Harry's waist. Their tongues forced themselves deeper, the horny beast growing inside the pair of them grew stronger and angrier, personified by Harry beginning to thrust his crotch into Jack's scally body. The Yorkshire lad's fingers found the back of Harry's joggers and pulled them down suggestively. Harry moved his lower body away from Jack's to facilitate their liberation and while the lads remained locked in a lip wrestling contest, Harry used his toes to accomplish the rest of the task.
Once Harry had freed himself from his own joggers, the Welshman then used his fingers to liberate Jack's crotch. He couldn't leave the Yorkshire lad's irresistible lips, but Harry managed to move Jack's waist into a position where his fingers could slide the Yorkshireman's joggers down to his hips waiting a second while Jack lifted is mid-section then sliding them the rest of the way down to the 20-year-old's ankles. Finally, there was something interesting enough to pull the two lads apart and that was the sight of the other lad's bulge. They were both delighted to see the other lad wearing a nice tight pair of cotton boxes, Jack wore a nice pair of light grey Calvin Klein boxers while Harry wore the same brand in a dark blue colour. Footballers seemed to have the same problem with their undies misshapen by their throbbing bulges.
"Jesus Christ, how big are you?!" Harry exclaimed, studying the size of Jack's boner. "I dunno, like 8 inches I think." Jack shrugged. "How about yours?" He smiled looking at Harry's package. "Er, not as big as you, maybe 6 or 7." Harry blushed. "Wicked, you wanna stick it in me?" Jack giggled. "Yeah, of course!" Harry nodded enthusiastically. Before their next move there was a brief moment where the two lads looked into each other's eyes, appreciating their stunning aesthetics. If their careers as footballers were to hit a roadblock, their smooth, handsome faces would make either of them perfect models.
After drinking in the sight of Jack's cheeky, dimpled smile it was Harry who was first to give into his needs, lowering his face towards Jack's enticing bulge and watching the Yorkshire lad's crotch begin to throb with anticipation. Harry landed his lips softly on the bulge of the light grey cotton and rolled his eyes all the way up Jack's athletic body into the Yorkshire lad's dreamy eyes which shone straight back down at him, then maintaining eye contact the entire time, the Welshman drew his lips a long Jack's boner teasing the youngster as he did so.
Jack responded to Harry's servicing by reaching up to place his hands behind his head and watch the Welshman at work. Harry's blue eyes looked straight into the beautiful fluffiness that was Jack's armpits. The 20-year-olds pits looked so enticing, beginning with his creamy pale skin which looked so smooth and suckable then leading into a semi dense bush of long, light brown hairs. Harry studied them enviously thinking to himself that there was only one place right now that could be better than sticking his nose into those fluffy bushes, fortunately that place was even nearer, separated by just a thin, light grey piece of cotton. The Welshman threw his lips along Jack's pole one more time, teasing another throb of anticipation from the youngster before he gave in and reached under the Yorkshire lad's waistband.
Jack raised his hips allowing Harry the full access he was requesting and watched proudly as his uncut, 8-inch cock sprang free and stood at full mast. Their eyes remained connected as Harry closed his fingers around the base of Jack's cock and wasting no time the Welshman swallowed Jack's entire shaft in one go, burying his nose in the 20-year-old's fresh, neat pubes. "Fookin 'ell." Jack hissed encouragingly as his cock suddenly felt warm, wet and wonderful. Harry felt as though he had returned to his happy place. A long, thick scally cock probing his brain was the Welsh footballer's idea of heaven and with Jack's cute face to adore as he sucked, Harry could think of nothing else he would rather be doing right now. Drawing his lips slowly and deliberately a long Jack's shaft Harry savoured the moment studying every movement and reaction Jack made to his oral exhibition. The Welsh footballer's eyes kept shooting back to Jack's skinny left arm, covered in a sleeve tattoo and with his bicep tensing each time Harry swiped tongue across Jack's exposed head.
A coo of pleasure confirmed Jack was incredibly satisfied with Harry's blowjob and yet the lad always wanted a little more. Reaching out with his right hand the Yorkshire lad took hold of Harry's free and guided it towards his hole. To ensure Harry got the message, Jack then guided Harry's finger specifically over his opening and then brought them back to rest upon his entrance. Harry got the message, and the Cardiff winger allowed an increased amount of saliva to leave his mouth which slid down Jack's hard shaft and over Harry's fingers which he had placed back in the line of fire. Placing his fingers at Jack's entrance, Harry gave the Yorkshire lad a moment to prepare himself before pushing against Jack's entrance. Fully prepared and closing his eyes Jack relaxed, granting Harry's finger an easy entrance. "Mmmmm." Jack purred as Harry's middle finger slipped between his tight pink walls. Harry moved slowly at first, concentrating hard on simultaneously fingering and giving head.
The Welshman loved the taste of Jack's fleshy head, the cute Englishman unwittingly fed him pearls of precum every few dozen seconds as his mouth and fingers pleasured the Yorkshire lad's skinny body. Harry could feel the prickles from the hairs which lined Jack's tight, young arsehole as his middle finger edged its way up Jack's narrow chute. The Cardiff City winger loved the feeling of Jack's ring sucking on his finger trying to pull them back inside his slim body every time Harry pulled it out. Releasing his grip of the Englishman's shaft Harry used his spare hand to jerk himself. With a full mouth Harry couldn'tverbalise his enjoyment so the Welshman just grunted as he sucked, telling Jack his cock was delicious.
Jack felt like his head was about to explode, both of them. On the one hand he had Harry's finger worming its way into his body and tickling his sensitive insides. As Harry's fingers worked their way into his tunnel, Jack could feel his cock swelling under the spell of Harry's excellent oral work. The cheeky young footballer struggled to contain himself, cursing intermittently as his balls began to work overtime. "Mate, you won't be able to fuck me if you keep doing that, I'm not going to last much longer." Jack groaned helplessly. "Or I could make you cum twice." Harry winked, dropping Jack's cock from his lips for just a second before swallowing the shaft whole again. "Ahhh you fucking cunt." Jack squealed as Harry's finger dug deeper into his hole. "Want something bigger in there then?" Harry grinned. "Fuck yeah." Jack smiled.
An excited Harry leapt into position, fitting comfortably between Jack's long skinny legs. The Welshman took a brief moment to scan the tattoo on the 20-year-old's lower leg before looking up into Jack's adorable face. The bottom gave Harry his full compliance as the Welshman threw his legs upon his shoulders and shuffled closer to Jack's arse. A quick drop of lube from under the coffee table to make the initial contact a bit more comfortable and Harry's head was pressed up against the Yorkshire lad's entrance.
"Hmmmm." Jack cooed as his ring slowly conceded to Harry's hard cock. The bottom just relaxed, allowing Harry to do all the work as the sexy Welshman pushed his head into Jack's smooth belly. It didn't take a rocket scientist for Harry to work out Jack had done this plenty of times before, the way the sexy bottom opened for him without a fuss was all the evidence Harry needed and the perfect justification for his decision that once he was in, he was going for it!
Allowing the pleasurable pain of his arse hole stretching to accommodate a throbbing boner, Jack closed his eyes and took hold of his shaft stroking it slowly as the top pressed deeper inside him. The Yorkshire lad's 8-inch cock stood high and hard, ready for all the attention it could get as Harry's meat stretched his ring wider still. Jack felt incredible and although he could see Harry's face right there and then, the image of the handsome Welshman had been painted in the inside of Jack's eyelids since the first time he'd seen him. "Yeah, deeper." Jack whispered, opening his chute to swallow Harry's advancing shaft gratefully.
Harry too felt himself sliding into another realm of pleasure as he penetrated Jack's stunning body. The top also closed his eyes, taking away the sight of his penetration but enhancing the feeling of his bare tip as it sank deeper into Jack's arousingly hot flesh. Gripping the Yorkshire lad's skinny thigh tightly, Harry no longer needed to hold his shaft steady with more than 4.5 inches inside the bottom with just two left to go. Jack held his cock at the tip, slowly massaging his head as Harry worked his way deeper inside the skinny youngster. The Yorkshire lad felt the rumble of Harry's hard cock sliding along the inside of his tight tunnel, the friction causing his shaft to throb with pleasure. The deeper Harry sank, the wider Jack's eyes shone with happiness. The weight of the Welsh lad finally rested on Jack's hole impaling 6.5 inches of hard meat inside the cute bottom.
The tightening grip of Jack's legs allowed Harry to throw his hips back and forth with steadily increasing venom. The skinny Yorkshire lad felt twice as good as he looked, his chute remaining perfectly tight all the way up to the deepest point Harry could reach, 6.5 inches inside his sexy little arse. The confident top in Harry's mind was extremely happy with everything about the sexy young lad below him. Jack's arse worked as the perfect cushion for his hips which seemed to ricochet back higher the harder he thudded into the bottom. Jack just lay there smiling, beaming up into Harry's face while a look of pure satisfaction consumed his handsome features. Harry's cock felt perfect as it curved up inside his belly, slicing 6.5 bare inches deep into the Yorkshire lad's sensitive hole. The bottom's ring clung tight to Harry's shaft, enjoying the friction of his hole pulling on the hard meat sliding back and forth arousinglyas it defiled his horny body. The Yorkshire lad could've wanked himself empty right there and then it felt so good, but the only thing more interesting than cumming with Harry's cock in his arse, was to cum with Harry's arse around his dripping cock.
Stroking his bare cock into Jack's sexy body, Harry felt his body tingle. The Welshman scanned Jack's skinny body again, lingering on his cheeky tattoos. "You bad boy." Harry beamed continuously sliding his dick into the Yorkshire lad's perfect cunt. The response from the bottom was a smile, a wide unreserved smile that told of his pure pleasure. Harry's hard meat pressed its way into the Yorkshire lad's hole, squeezing the top's neat crotch against Jack's sweet arse with every firm shot. Harry pulled back to the head then pressed up to the hilt, feeding the bottom with every inch his raging, Welsh cock. Planting a kiss on Jack's tattooed bicep, Harry groaned as he slid himself into the bottom's tight warm pocket. Harry kept his lips locked on Jack's arm for half a dozen seconds then into that bushy pit he had scouted earlier. Taking a long, hard draught of the air Harry sucked in the bottom's sweet musk, he was relatively clean and fresh with the natural musk of a few hours driving giving the Yorkshire lad a natural odour. The smell wasn't the filth Harry associated with Jack's cheeky personality, but he could imagine how dirty the Yorkshire lad could be by inhaling these delicious, warm notes. After a couple of frozen seconds in Jack's pit, Harry moved up to the bottom's neck then finally back up to Jack's face continuing to stroke relentlessly planting a firm kiss against the Yorkshire lad's ruby, red lips.
With their lips connected, Harry continued to fill Jack with his cock, but his strokes began to slow. Delivering direct, straight strokes Harry filled then empty Jack's chute repeatedly for a dozen seconds while their lips remained locked. The Welsh lad pressed one more thrust into the bottom's sexy body then slowly but surely, he removed his hard cock. "Ahhhh." Jack groaned as his ring relieved itself of Harry's cock. "Your turn." The Welsh boy replied.
Jack pushed himself up and took hold of his hard 8-inch cock, stroking the foreskin gently to tease a throb for show. Harry's blues eyes watched with hard anticipation as Jack moved to stand on his skinny legs and stroked his hard shaft. "How do you want me?" Harry asked. Every position under the sun flashed through Jack's mind, there wasn't a position Harry wouldn't look good in, but Jack was a driving top, if he had his dick inside a lad, he wanted to be able to force it in as hard and deep as he could. Pressing a palm flat against Harry's chest, Jack laid the bottom down so that his head was against the armrest and then taking Harry by his slim, left calf, he turned the Welshman onto his side and climbed in between Harry's leg.
Locating Harry's hole, the Yorkshire lad placed himself at the entrance and after setting his knees so that he felt comfortable, Jack dropped a pearl of lube over the Welshan's hole and began to push forward. "Fuck yeahhhh." Harry cooed, his beautiful, pink lips falling open to sigh his delight at being filled by Jack's long cock. The young top was a kind, reactive top watching Harry's every move and increasing or reducing his pressure accordingly but to Jack's surprise the Welshman's arse, like his mouth, was more than capable of swallowing the whole thing in one go. Gradually the inches disappeared inside Harry's bare hole and resting his neat crotch against the Welshman's smooth, peachy arse, Jack readjusted so that he could give the bottom the punishment his sexy body deserved.
Harry looked up at Jack, watching the Yorkshire lad's movements as he raised Harry's bottom off the couch. The top's skinny, tattooed arm was tense as it held Harry in the perfect position and a beautifully malevolent smile crept across the top's as his hips began to move. "Grrrrr, yeahhhhhh." Harry growled, the Yorkshire lad's bare 8-inch sword slid inside him, filling his cavity with one of the best pieces of meat he'd had in his life.
Driving his crotch straight and hard into Harry's arse, Jack soothed himself with the smack of his skin against the Welsh bottom's. The pitch descended as the glancing smack turned into full on follow throughs, but the volume increased as the top made sure to give Harry his very best moves. Even though Jack's lower legs were skinny, his thigh muscles were thick and meaty, echoing with the power of his desires as he speared Harry nice and deep. The Welshman's crystal blue eyes looked up lovingly, begging Jack for every inch of his long, hard cock as it thudded against the underside of his soft sphincter.
The only way Harry liked to bottom was deep and hard and with 8 inches of Yorkshire meat to feed him, Jack could certainly reach nice and deep within Harry's hole. The Welsh winger rapped his own uncut 6.5-inch cock as fast as he could, watching the way Jack's face scrunched as it delivered each blow. Every time the Welshman's slick foreskin travelled across his head the bottom felt his body tingle with pleasure, maximising the efforts of the Yorkshire lad pounding his insides. The cute top, with his adorable face, growing a faint coat of fuzz around his jaw had such sex appeal, Harry felt his body burning with the desire to explode. Had Harry not topped first, he might have taken Jack's irresistible cock all through the night, however the Yorkshire lad's incredible arse had done such an amazing job at bottoming that Harry was now right on the brink.
In the same boat, Jack only had a limited range of pleasure left in him before he too would achieve his climax and with every thrust into Harry's stunning body that cliff edge rapidly approached. "Yeah, boiii, fuckkk, meeeeeeeeeee." Harry stammered between thrusts. "You sexy bastard." Jack grinned, throwing everything he could into the smooth, bronze bottom. "Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh." Harry wailed as Jack's bare cock forced its way into Harry's belly pushing the bottom over the edge.
Harry's mouth opened as though he was about to scream the house down but all he could muster was a feeble whine as his heavy nuts erupted, showering his athletic abdomen with a layer of thick spunk. The Welshman's stomach rose and fell with increasing speed as he panted through the insane pleasure of his tightened balls decorating his tense torso in thick, shiny ropes of cum. Jack had been hanging on by a thread and with Harry's ring tightening around his shaft combined with the sight of his beautiful bottom ejaculating thick strands of white jizz, there was more than enough stimulation to finish Jack off. Slamming himself to the hilt one last time then withdrawing quickly the Yorkshire lad took hold of his solid shaft and managed one final stroke before exploding across Harry's sexy body.
Harry felt his ring seal itself, liberated from the penetration of Jack's long cock, then from beyond his legs a flash of white hurtled towards his face, landing across his tattooed pec. This was just the beginning, following the first shot Jack proceeded to cover Harry's entire upper body into his fresh seed, firing powerful shots of cum all the way up the Welshman's body to land across his smooth neck and pecs. The noise began to escalate as Harry reached the peak of his orgasm while Jack was on the ascent. Both of them were jerking hard, allowing their foreskin to cover as much of their heads as possible without covering their slits as they simultaneously showered Harry's gorgeous body and hot spunk.
Following 8 shots of creamy white cum Harry was the first to finish and offered another long groan as he threw his softening cock to the side. Straightening his long skinny legs, Jack rose so that Harry had a better view as he tugged the rest of his produce out across the sexy Welshman. With his cock pointing down towards Harry's body, Jack's right fist strummed hard and fast, squirting more ropes of his cum down over the Welshman's already drenched crotch. Drinking in the mesmerising sight of Harry's perfect body one more time, Jack allowed himself to fully appreciate the Welshman's perfect figure as his orgasm began to weaken. In particular, Jack's eyes appreciated the depth of Harry's tan thinking to himself, ["this sexy lad likes a bit of sun too."] Beaming inside at the thought of a sordid holiday rendezvous. The Yorkshire lad's furry nuts hopped excitedly as the last of his load shot up his pole. with a couple of final strokes, Jack sighed gently as the final pearl of his cum appeared from his head and dribbled down onto Harry's messy body.
"Fucking hell boyo, look at me." Harry grinned looking from his cum soaked body up to Jack's proud face. "Don't blame me lad, that's your doing too." Jack beamed. "True, but still. Thank fuck it's a recovery day tomorrow." Harry huffed. "Yeah, lucky you, I gotta go in." Jack sighed, looking glum. "Don't spend all day thinking about me though will you." Harry winked, stroking his sides as the cum started to trickle down towards the couch. "I better clean myself up." He continued while Jack watched on. Offering a helping hand, Jack grabbed a handful of tissues and began to mop up the sticky Welshman. "Cheers mate." Harry beamed. Taking a couple of sheets Jack had handed to him, Harry worked at the other side of his torso. Truth was, the couch was already covered in enough dried cum a detective would need a double decker bus to take all of the owners in for questioning, but still they cleaned so they could relax for the rest of the night.
"So, what were we talking about before you interrupted me with that insanely hot body of yours? Ahhhyes, dude, you've got character and an A* personality, just staying focused, work hard and take all the game time you can get." Harry smiled, wiping as much cum as he could off his smooth body. "Yeah, I hear ya mate. Think you'll graduate to the Liverpool first team?" Jack replied, leaning back after deciding he couldn't help Harry any more than he already had. "I hope so lad, but if it doesn't work out then it won't be for lack of trying, and hopefully if I don't get to play for Liverpool, one of my other clubs with take me." Harry explained coolly. "Well secretly I'm gonna hope you don't, and we end up on opposite wings in the same colours." Jack smirked. "Ha, or you could hope I graduate, and Liverpool decide to buy you too, bellend!" Harry laughed with a light hint of indignation. "That too, you fucking hotty." Jack beaming, launching himself forward to kiss Harry again, pressing his slender torso against Harry's cum stained mess of a torso.
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