Gareth Hicks was like a star reborn (for the moment at least) -- and not just on the football pitch. The subsequent fifth round Cup tie (against admittedly lower league opposition) marked but the beginning of a new self-worth that had frankly been absent from his play for the past few games. None of the fans knew the reason for such a renaissance -- but they were glad of it, nonetheless. The past few league games had been something of an arid patch for City in general and for Hicks in particular, though after strolling into the quarter-finals with a 4-1 victory (two goals courtesy of Gareth), it suddenly seemed that the tide was again on the turn. Reaching the last eight of the Cup -- for the first time in seven years -- was a major achievement for the team, and the prize of a plum-draw against Athletic made the prospect of real success in the competition all the more tangible.
To those on the terraces, though -- who had no idea of Gareth's personal change of circumstances -- success on the pitch was all that ever appeared to matter. They barely understood that their hero now saw things somewhat differently to them. For the goals in his life were slowly shifting (almost without the young man himself being aware) and resuming his affair with the gorgeous Will was but testimony to that fact. And yet the new-found vigour for life on Gareth's part -- both personal and professional -- disguised the reality that fresh troubles lay ahead. Had he have had any sense of purpose in his career, he would've carried out the demands of his skipper, Todd Rankin, to the letter. He would've put Will Brandt behind him and forgotten all about the temptations that the young Dutch lad bared out before him. Resuming their relationship was dynamite -- but at that very moment, Gareth appear either not to care or notice. All he knew was that he had once again the love of someone genuine, someone truly special -- and it was that realisation, more than any other, that put a spring in his step as he continued to mark his name as a footballing great. Reality would eventually catch up with him -- he perhaps knew that more than anyone -- but just for now, just for this very moment, he was content to make the most of something very sweet that life had presented him with.
For Will, of course, the past few days had seemed quite dream-like, quite surreal, and even waking up once again in Gareth's bed that bright, sunny morning appeared to do little to dispel the latent sense of insecurity that layered his emotions. For one thing there was the overall uncertainty of his affair with the soccer-star, which seemed to encourage emotions that ranged from ecstasy to despair on an almost hourly basis. Unlike Gareth, he did not appear able to disguise the serious problems that lay before them -- the same problems, indeed, that had existed from day one of their relationship and which were not going to simply disappear just because they wanted them to! For another thing, there was the no-small matter of Drew Michaels, who continued to overshadow Will's young life like a terrible storm-cloud. Not that the Dutchman had seen anything of his own particular Nemesis now since re-encountering Gareth -- but he knew only too well that the encounter would come. Drew was no fool and would be suspicious of Will's sudden, unexpected absence. It was only a matter of time, therefore, before the fellow came looking for his prodigy -- a turn of events so dreadfully predictable that Will could already feel the weight of them upon his soul.
Just for the moment, therefore, it seemed to the Dutch lad that he would be wise to make the most of this renewal of life brought on by Gareth's U-turn. After all, who was to say what tomorrow would bring? Heaven forbid that it should be, but lying here together (Will in the footballer's arms), with the silky whiteness of the sheets their only physical comfort, might be the last such moments they ever spent together. For life is anything but certain -- and who knew what lay waiting for them round the next corner? Gareth Hicks might be rich, he might be famous, he might even be (in Will's opinion) a cut above the rest of humanity -- but his lover knew that that wouldn't prevent either of them from the possibility of being exposed to the cruelties of fate.
`I love you,' the youngster again sighed, trailing his hand across the sportsman's smooth chest and gazing up expectantly at his eyes (which were still closed -- though Gareth was dozing rather than unconscious).
I love you, too,' the footballer replied. Honestly, I do ...'
Will shifted himself up the bed, so that he now overhung his lover -- who in turn finally opened his eye-lids. I know you do,' the younger lad sighed. I know that you love me -- otherwise you would not have come back for me, would you?'
`I can't tell you how much I missed you ...'
`Really?'
`Of course. I missed your funny little accent and your strange little insecurities ...'
`I have not got any!' Will laughed.
`But most of all, I missed your big, hard cock ...'
The youngster could feel his shaft spring to attention almost at the word. There was something about the way that Gareth said the word `cock' which made the hairs on the back of his neck tingle with excitement, and he was already beginning to anticipate the next good buggering that he would receive courtesy of the footballer's manhood.
`You like my cock, then?' Will smiled teasingly.
Gareth moved his searching fingers down his lover's lithe frame. `What do you think ...?' he smiled.
`I think you need to get up to go to training!' the Dutch lad laughed.
`Haven't got it today! I told Roonie that I would be entertaining this wonderful, sexy young man and that we would spend all day having sex -- and he told me that I could have the day off!'
Will could feel the touch of Gareth's hand upon his thigh at this point -- a touch that sent goose-bumps flooding across his body and which served only to stiffen his ram-rod all the more (much to the soccer-star's delight). After all, Gareth was clearly in the mood for something hard in his mouth before breakfast, and pushing himself a little down the bed, so that the pounding cock was all the more accessible, he licked his lips in anticipation of the feast that lay before him.
As I was saying,' he sighed, drooling over Will's present, I missed your big, fat cock ...'
With that, Gareth reached out and tightly clasped the base of his young lover's manhood, so that he could feel the throb of Will's veins through his fingers. It was an act that appeared to make the youngster's cock bulge all the more -- the swollen crown almost bursting with blood beneath its protective roll of skin. Little wonder, then, that a juicy pool of pre-cum should suddenly appear in the piss-hole -- hanging deliberately for a moment, before oozing out in almost delirious fashion and then slowly slipping down the length of Will's hard knob. It was only a taste of things to come, of course -- but fucking hell, it was more than enough to get Gareth Hicks feeling hornier than he'd probably felt since the last time the couple had made love (some four hours ago, if that!)
He bobbed his tongue out in anticipation of catching the trail of juice -- eager for the salty taste of nad-cream on his lips. Then he moved up towards the purple, pulsing head -- the source of that said richness -- which he quickly engulfed with his tender, open jaws. The feel of hard cock in his mouth was instantly satisfying, but the urge to push it harder and deeper into his mouth was almost over-powering. As such, he began to thrust himself upon the shaft with almost terrifying fury, and it was with little surprise that Will should begin to groan at the sheer wanton thrill that his lover was presently inflicting upon him.
The youngster was now fucking Gareth's face with animalistic nerve, his pelvis thrusting back and forth from beneath, but the footballer did not appear to mind at all and even seemed to hold a smile upon his lips throughout. Having questioned whether such encounters would ever happen between them again, Gareth was only too pleased to savour such a moment as this, and rolling his hand down towards Will's hard balls, he appeared only to encourage his boyfriend all the more. But then, why shouldn't he? He was handsome and full of youthful bravado and there was no reason to refrain from the pleasures of his age. After all, he would be a long time old and an even longer time dead, and casting his sweet, brown eyes up at his chosen love, he could not help but wish that their union here could last forever.
His fingers were exploring Will's fuzzy sac by this point, though his mouth continued to accommodate the young man's cock with expert precision. All the same, he was getting eager to reach down to the fellow's crack, which he knew by instinct was already aching for the fill that only his own hard cock could provide with true satisfaction. That said, Gareth had something of a surprise waiting his lover -- something he'd held back from until now, but which he felt the guy would secretly appreciate -- and it was a degree of bewilderment on Will's part that the footballer should finally pull back from giving head so that he could turn his attention momentarily to the bottom drawer of the bedside cupboard.
A second or two later and Gareth had pulled out his secret toy -- a black, ten inch dildo ...
`What the fuck ...?' gasped Will -- still laid out prostrate, with his cock aching and his butt-hole twitching.
The question is,' sighed the older lad, with no further explanation, are you man enough to ride the fellow ...?'
His lover could not help but wonder -- though the strain in his groin could not help but answer the question. As such, Gareth now began to lube the fellow's arse with grease -- in deep anticipation of the absolute act of penetration to come. Having played in a team that included the grossly endowed Matt Foster, the item in question was perhaps less of a wonderment to the soccer-star, but to Will, the thought of ten inches up his arse was a trifle intimidating ... and hugely exciting!
He raised his sweaty legs high into the air, as Gareth continued to prepare the ground -- thrusting two or three fingers into the hairy slit, whilst rubbing the end of the dildo around the sensitive edge of the hole, into which it would soon be sinking. Will, for his part, writhed and groaned -- licking his own fingers and brushing them against his nipples, which by now were hardened with excitement. The next few minutes were going to be good -- real good, in fact! Of that he could be quite certain ...
Gareth finally felt the moment was right and pushed the black crown of the toy upon the cheerful pucker -- the scarlet lips of Will's young butt grasping the dildo as the head slid gently in. For a split second, the Dutch lad appeared to flinch, his hands reaching out to grab the duvet beneath him, but it was only a momentary spasm -- a fact that he was keen to point out to his pal. Please ...' he sighed, drawing breath and reaching down to grasp his own cock (which was still fat and oozing pre-cum). Please, Gareth -- I want you to push it in as far as it will go ...'
It was just the sort of invitation that the soccer-ace had been hoping for, as he started to grind the rod deep into Will's young guts -- easing the item in and out, but with a deeper thrust each time. `That good ...?' he quipped -- cupping the lad's balls in his free hand as he did so.
Yes!' gasped his winsome lover, mustering a cheeky smile despite the intensity of the pleasure at hand. Fucking hell, yes -- yes, that is so good ...'
`I thought you might like it ...' Gareth teasingly replied, as the dildo slipped in and out with added ease.
Will, however, did not reply. The experience was just way too profound by this stage for detailed or prolonged conversation, and instead he found compelled to pull on his own shaft in rhythm to the pounding of the toy. What words he managed to exclaim were short and obscene, but there was no question of him calling out for the footballer to stop. God no, he was enjoying the whole occasion way too much for that!
Not only him, mind -- for his boyfriend, too, was relishing every single moment of the display and was finding it increasingly difficult to hold back from beating himself off as well. As a consequence, his free hand now moved away from Will's tight balls so that he could grasp him own knob-head, which was raging with desire and dripping with pre-cum from its end. After all, why should the youngster be the one who was having all the fun? Why couldn't he savour the moment as well?
The dildo was almost up to its very limit now -- filling the entire of Will's empty guts in the process -- and the artificial balls at its base were slapping merrily against his rump. But for all that, the insatiable Gareth still wasn't entirely satisfied. He wanted something a little more pleasurable yet, and grasping a rubber from the same drawer that the dildo had come from, he found it by forcing his own pounding cock into his boyfriend's gaping hole -- so that the young lad now had, in effect, two cocks up his arse. One courtesy of Gareth himself, one the ten inch dildo. Both seemed to fit perfectly -- and the grin on Will's cheeky face testified to the fact that the footballer wasn't the only one enjoying himself as a result!
Gareth held on to the dildo as best he could, whilst fucking his lover's shit-hole ever more passionately -- but in the end the desire to consummate their love completely gained the upper-hand and the toy gently slipped away. By now, however, it had served its purpose and it is questionable whether either lad really noticed its demise. For their main desire at this point was the perfection of their own sexual union, and falling into a ball together once again, their mouths and genitals combined as one, it was clear that they had no need of toys to achieve their objective. They were as one being -- complete and everlasting. And (at that very moment at least) that was the way they both hoped and prayed that things would stay.
The footballer's pulsing shaft, with its generous dimensions and arse-filling capacity, was better than a dildo any day. True, the black toy was grossly over-sized and had a natural character for novelty, but there was no disguising the fact that Gareth's own personal offering meant so much more. Warmer, firmer and a great deal more sincere, the soccer ace's shaft was capable of bringing Will to the brink of ecstasy on a far readier basis, and it was no great wonder that the Dutchman was desperately yearning to pull on his own pud (though he was prevented from doing so by Gareth's position above him).
Not that the older lad was inclined to allowing his boyfriend the privilege of an early emission, anyway. Seeing Will butt-fucked by a false dick had left him feeling decidedly horny (for a change!), and the mischievous glint that filled his eye after he'd pumped his rubber with his jizz appeared only to betray his intent. Truth was, he now desperately wanted Will to fuck his own aching ass-hole -- a revelation that once again took the youngster by surprise, but which was an offer clearly appeared unwilling to refuse. As such, Gareth had soon positioned himself on all fours, whilst Will himself slipped on a rubber and began to lubricate the tender young slit that was being offered before him, with his eager, searching tongue.
The feel of the youngster's hot breath against his rump could do little but excite the sportsman, who found that his own cock (which had only just erupted a fine wad of ball-juice) was already showing distinct signs of firmness once again. That said, there was really only one shaft that interested him just at that particular moment and that was currently springing about in Will's sweaty groin. Indeed, he could hardly wait to feel the said hardness filling his empty hole, and it was almost with an impatient sigh that he encouraged his young lover to replace his tongue with something far more substantial.
Will, to his credit, did not disappoint. His long, hard, pounding cock was primed and ready for action and a moment or two later he was mounting his boyfriend's handsome backside -- gripping onto the fellow's muscular sides and slipping his most precious gift between the boy's tempting cheeks. Gareth, for his part, could barely contain the grin on his young, supple lips as he felt the head of Will's knob break his ring's tight hold -- but then, was that really to be wondered at? He was about to be fucked good and proper, after all and it would be a straight-laced guy who wasn't excited at such a thrilling prospect.
The Dutch lad was pumping with ever more eager strokes by this stage, shifting his butt-picker into top gear and thrashing the older fellow's love-tube in the process. As if to compliment such mastery, the soccer-star moaned and groaned -- clasping almost desperately at the sheets in front of him and stuttering whatever obscenities came to mind. There was no doubt about it -- this was one young man who was seriously enjoying himself, as Will's rampant cock continued to rub the deepest, darkest most sensual parts of his manly anatomy. Nor (for all his shouts and cries that appeared to indicate the contrary) would the guy have wanted his lover to stop -- for pity's sake, he was savouring each and every bowel-opening thrust and perhaps only regretted that the foreigner was perhaps not even more well-endowed than he actually was. For all that, however, there was no way that Gareth would've exchanged Will for anyone, and the open-mouthed kisses that they exchanged as the footballer arched his neck round to smooch his paramour, seemed only to underline this fact. The guys were deeply and hopelessly in love again, and nothing but nothing, it seemed, was going to distract them from such a merciless affliction.
Will's hairy, cum-filled balls -- which in all fairness had been simply aching to spew forth their manly contents for what seemed like almost an eternity by this stage -- were smacking very firmly against Gareth's low hanging pair (which were themselves already churning away yet another fresh load of seed, no doubt). It was a signal that the lad had poked his friend almost as much as could possibly hope, but the steely look of determination on his usually boyish face betrayed an apparent need to bash Gareth's love-furrow into submission. Above all things, he desperately wanted to satisfy his man, and pushing down even harder onto the stud, the couple now began to rut like dogs in season. These were frantic, gasping moments, which only served to witness to the frustrations of their recent past and perhaps, too, their ultimate fears for their frankly uncertain future.
The younger lover could no longer hold back at this point and pulled himself back from Gareth's butt -- at which point the footballer (now free of his constraint) flipped over onto his back and began to jerk his own cock, which by now was itself aching for relief again. Both yanked at their respective meats like the base animals they secretly were, with Will still hanging over his pal with an almost ominous menace -- though in all fairness the spunky footballer could hardly wait to be showered with the rich contents of the fellow's balls. He was feeling decidedly thirsty, and the sooner the Dutchman could pour forth in all his post-adolescent glory, the better.
Seconds on and the two handsome young men were bursting forth almost simultaneously. Their cocks -- both of which were well-proportioned, regal items, with straining piss-holes that testified to young lives of cum-shooting -- once again bolted forth in brilliant, plentiful fashion, spewing a healthy trail of cream across the firm, rippled torso of the athlete, in a manner that could not have been less understated had their very lives depended upon it. It was a display worthy of their primed condition, and the ensuing spume could do little but roll erratically towards the sheets below, filling their nostrils with salty goodness as it did so. Not that either of them appeared to have much inclination to note the progress of their spent cum, mind. No, they were too busy kissing again by this stage to warrant any such apparent observation -- their bodies smearing themselves together with the fruit of their balls, in the sort of absent-minded clinch that only the young ever seem able to muster.
And so the rest of their day was passed (as with so many days of late) in the dual activity of sleeping and fucking. When awake, they expressed their physical and emotional devotion in the only manner either seemed capable of at present -- with plenty of cock-sucking and arse-fingering to go with the ball-play and butt-pounding that helped satisfy their carnal desires. When asleep, they clung together in a ball -- their bodies entwined in a sort of unconscious game of Twister, which only seemed to leave both of them yearning for yet more lecherous stimulation when they awoke. It was, it would seem, a somewhat viscous circle -- but for fuck's sake, as viscous circles go this one was definitely one they were not going to complain about!
Thus concluded a perfect day -- or at least that would've been the case were it not for one small incident that evening, when Gareth had taken Will back to his flat so that he might check that everything was okay there. As it happened, he had not been back for several days now, eager as he was to avoid the place as much as possible for fear of encountering Drew, but he was aware that there was a carton of milk going rancid in his fridge and that there was likely to be post that might need opening. All the same, he did not intend to remain there any longer than was absolutely necessary, and were it not for Gareth, who grabbed hold of the lad from behind and began to kiss his neck and nibble his ears (with the door still slightly ajar), his stay would have amounted to little more than a few minutes at the very most.
At first Will was reluctant to answer the footballer's wiles, but it wasn't at all long before he had responded and had turned to face the man so as to exchange a kiss. It was a peck that quickly turned into a more lingering, open-mouthed embrace -- the sort that (given this pair's record) was only going to lead to one thing.
But then suddenly, just as they were beginning to perhaps get a tad carried away with themselves (again!), the door to the room burst open -- and there, standing in all his handsome, aggressive glory, was none other than Drew Michaels ...
Well,' he sighed knowingly, gazing first at Will, then at the lad's boyfriend, so you haven't died, after all!'
The Dutchman pushed Gareth away instinctively -- though he had nothing to be ashamed about. Truth was, though, he was still totally in awe of Drew and coming face-to-face with him so unexpectedly only underlined the fact.
... Drew ...' he stuttered, I was not -- not expecting you ...'
So I can see,' the fellow smiled -- glancing Gareth up and down, but saying nothing that might suggest he recognised the footballer. Well then,' he sighed, `I guess I'll see you round -- seeing as you've got company and all that ...'
Right ...' Will faltered -- pleased that the guy was content to discretely withdraw, but suspicious of his ultimate intent all the same. I will see you -- sometime ...'
Drew gave a final glance at Gareth, smiled knowingly, then departed -- leaving Will to gaze back at his lover. Shit!' he finally exclaimed -- annoyed that such a dangerous encounter had been allowed to happen. Shit! Shit! Shit!'
But, to his surprise, Gareth didn't look anywhere near as angry. `It's alright,' he sighed, grabbing hold of the lad.
`You do not understand ... what if he recognised you?'
The soccer-star kissed him gently on the lips. `I don't think he did ...' he assured him.
`But what if -- ?'
`Will, we'll worry about it if and when it happens ...'
The youngster at last appeared to relax a little. Oh, Gareth,' he sighed, I do love you so much ...'
His boyfriend looked him straight in the eye. And I love you, too,' he assured him. And you know what? That's all that really matters, isn't it? That's all that matters now ...'
Will grinned a boyish grin, then gave a firm embrace. God, he loved Gareth Hicks so, so much -- why, it almost hurt! But that said, he wouldn't want it any other way.