Author's note: Long time no see! I spent most part of January on holiday, miles away from my laptop, but now I'm back. This 4th chapter opens up the door for a lot of future plots that I'm excited to write about. The next one will come much faster, I promised, and it introduces a new (and younger) player into the mix. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy it! Let me know in the comments who you hope appears next chapter.
I further limited the use of AI in this chapter, since I’m not a native English speaker, I’ve used AI mainly to fine-tune characters accents, and double-check some football terminology. I’m practicing to remove all of AI assistance as I improve my English writing skills.
This is a fictional story, not based on real events or on the actual sexuality of any real people mentioned. It’s intended for adult readers only, whatever the legal age is where you live.
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It all started innocently enough, at least on my end. The sky was blue, the sun was shining, and London had finally gained the memo that it was spring after all; and there I was in line at the salad place close to my office waiting for my turn to order when my phone buzzed, and the whatsapp notification that Ruben Dias had just sent-me a view once picture appeared on the top of my screen. Discreetly, I clicked on the green button, and was rewarded with a sweaty & shirtless selfie, 6-pack popping like an egg container, biceps flexing for me, and a hint of his armpit. Fuck, I could almost feel the blood rushing to my pants.
It wasn’t unusual to receive pictures like that, at least not since our gym session at Etihad. Sure, I left him the command to get in touch whenever he felt in need of a release, but I was unaware of the sheer volume of testosterone that this man had. It began almost innocently, a mirror selfie at the same gym where we met 2 days before. “can’t stop bricking up in here now. thanks for ruining the work gym for me” the message said.
“you’re welcome, count me in to ruin you whenever 😏” I replied.
“what you need is a good punishment 😈” his answer read, making me blush like a schoolgirl.
This evolved, the gym selfies continued, but new kinds of pictures started appearing, usually late at night; he wearing white Nikes boxers, groping his bulging boxers; shirtless in bed, showing off his armpit with the short dark hairs. Then spicier ones, him nude, covering the junk with his hand, a mirror selfie completely naked with his back, and muscle ass on display, and finally an infamous dickpic, his almost 8 inches hard like a steel bar hit me like a punch in the middle of the office floor, red head exposed leaking making me rush to the bathroom so no one noticed the growing bulge in my slacks. I had created a monster.
The messages also got naughtier. “I bet you would love to have me like this” accompanied a sweaty picture after training. Or “come to Manchester, I will keep you busy in here” together with a POV picture of his thighs sprawled over the white sheets in the bed, cock resting over his lower abs, leaking near his navel. That's how it went for almost 3 weeks.
One night, I was lying on my stomach in my bed, feet resting near the pillows, waiting for Declan to come out of the shower so we could get down to business, if you know what I mean, when the notification popped up on my phone: RD sent you a picture. Here we go, I thought while clicking on our chat.
The image I was rewarded wasn’t unusual, but it was beautiful nonetheless. He was seated on what looked like a mattress; the phone was at the same level as his thighs, which were open, showing off his tanned skin, contrasting with the white Nike briefs. The bulge was prominent, with his tool resting hard on his left side, the head marked throughout the cotton that had acquired a translucent status due to the volume of precum that was covering the big cock. I spent so much time staring at his body in these pictures lately that he didn’t even need to show his face anymore. I could easily identify this man among a million others.
Lost in my horny thoughts, I was caught off guard when a shadow appeared above me, and a playful “Oi, should I be jealous that you have other blokes sending you their package?” Looking up, I saw Rice, my grey towel wrapped around his white skin, now tinted pink due to the hot bath, raven hair brushed back, and grinning like the cat who got the cream.
“Fucker, you have a wife!” I replied, pulling him by the back of his thighs, till my lips were kissing the soft skin above his knee, tasting the fragrance of my lemon soap.
“Just messing with ya …” his hand massaged my head, tenderly caressing my hair. “Now let me have a proper look at this picture”. I tried to protest, but he was quicker, picking up the phone from my hand, and escaped to the head of the bed, sitting with his back resting on the headboard. The towel fell in the process, resting on the flower like a discarded napkin. “Fuck, it’s big, right? Who is it?”
“Just a friend. Nothing else,” I told him, while crawling to reach him and retrieve my phone.
He pushed his hand on my head, blocking me from getting closer, my face hovering above his soft dick. “RD, let me see if I can put a face to the name”.
“No, give that.” I got up, but with the swipe of his thumb, I knew that any effort was in vain. Ruben's face was in full frame, together with his big biceps.
“BLOODY HELL, RUBEN DIAS?” he looked shocked, but his eyes were twinkling with excitement. The phone had slipped from his hand and landed on the pillow, unimportant now that the truth was out. “Now you have to tell me the whole story.”
I pulled back, sitting over my feet in between his thighs. “Man, you sure are a Nosy Nellie, aren’t you?”, and right after I said that, I noticed that the soft cock wasn’t so soft anymore.
“What can I say? I like the taboo aspect of this finding,” he replied with his nonchalant demeanor.
“Sure, the taboo,” I started moving over him, slowly. “Are you sure you are not curious because you found him hot?”
“He is a good-looking fella, there is no denying, but so are a lot of others …” I had reached him fully, our eyes staring at each other in an intense moment.
“Yeah, and you get this same chubby around these other "good-looking fellas"?” His blue eyes popped open. At the same time, his hands reached for his dick. Seeing that it was in fact true, he was chubbing up. “I hope none of these ‘fellas’ are in the squad, or on the England team, I bet that would be challenging in the locker-room”.
His hands flew to my neck. “You fucker” he said, before pulling me, colliding our lips with a soft impact. I leaned on his kiss, tongues battling one another, till he embraced me and pivoted us to the empty side of the bed, laying me on my back, and pulling himself on top. “You know what I find hot? I'm imagining you both together. That is hot,” he confessed before leaning down to resume our kiss. “I want to know everything,” he whispered, sliding his mouth from my lips to the side of my face, reaching my ear.
“You, of all people, should know I don’t kiss and tell,” I replied, half moaning from him handling my dick over my boxers, and the scratch of his short beard on my neck.
“But I don’t want to know about kissing, I bet you went way further than that”. My cock was now hard, at his palm, the cotton being the only barrier between his callus hand and my hard-on.
“What do I get in return?” I inquired of him.
“I can fuck you senseless …” His soft voice entered through my ear, like an enchantment. “... or I can rip off this dick of yours …” his hand pressed my penis even harder “ … with my tight, …” his mouth started kissing my jaw “... pink, asshole” till finally landing behind my ears.
The offer was tempting, but I had other plans, a first that my married midfielder hadn't fulfilled yet. “Ok, I’ll tell you”. He rose up and faced me, a smile plastered on his face, his pressure on my lil’Andrew softening.
“It was my offer of fucking you, or the thought of fucking me that convinced you?”
“None of them”. My answer surprised him, making the Londoner turn his head like a confused dog. “I’ll tell you if you blow me”.
“Fuck, I never …”
“You never did a lot of things that we already did together.” My hand rested on his head, toying with his dark hair.
He kneeled between my legs, mimicking the same position I was in not so long ago. “I know, but it's not weird? Like cocksucker, it’s not a positive thing to say, it’s like motherfucker, and god knows I don’t want to become one of those”.
“It’s just a body part, you don’t seem to mind when I’m blowing you”.
My answer made him blush. “I know, it’s hypocritical of me, but you know, you are …”
“What am I?”
“You know, bi or gay, or ‘football-player sexual’”. He told me, eyes looking down, avoiding mine, almost like a kid who got caught breaking a rule.
“Dude, you already had the same dick in your ass, whatever I am, I think it’s already rubbed off on you.”
He sighs in defeat. “Fine, I will suck you.” His hands reached for the waistband of my plaid boxers. “But this story better be good”. I helped him untangle the underwear from between my feet, leaving me naked, and uncovering my erection, “and I will fuck this pretentious ass of yours till you are screaming that Arsenal is better than City for the whole block to hear.” His hands slid down my hips, groping my glutes, and pressing them like ripe melon.
“Less talking, there are more important things you can do with that sweet mouth of yours”. I told him, causing an annoyed look on his face that quickly disappeared as his face approached my aching dick. He stared at it for a while, his right hand holding it in place in a soft grip. He gave a quick flash of his blue eyes before finally leaning in.
“Off we go,” he whispered before opening his mouth and covering his teeth. I guess he had picked up a thing or two from the blowjob he had received throughout his life.
It's been a while since my last blowjob, and the girl who did the last wasn’t even slightly into it, making it extremely mediocre. But now Declan was set to bring back blowies to my sexual life, and boy, I was craving for it. The first contact of his mouth with the head of my prick caused me to grunt in pleasure, raising my chest, and supporting myself with my forearms. His tongue slithered down around the sensitive skin, causing shivers down my spine. He pushed further, swallowing more of my man meat in his cavity, but I couldn’t even feel the pleasure of his greedy attempt, because his gag reflex kicked in, causing tears to stream in his eyes, and to my sadness, he retreated, leaving my cock hard and only partially wet.
“Fuck, I can’t do this”. He told me, while brushing his lips with the back of his hand, like he just done a shot of a particularly bad drink. “It’s awful, mate, I don’t know how you can do this”.
“Oh come on, it's not so bad, you just have to move slower so the gag reflex won’t hit”. I pulled my hand to cup the side of his face, my thumb brushing off the tear line that had formed on his pink cheeks. “Just give it another try, I bet you will see the fun part of it”.
“Nah, I think I’m just wired different, you know, maybe I can be fucked, but I can’t be a cocksucker,” He said, avoiding my gaze altogether. Again, these stupid thoughts about ‘being a cocksucker’, I thought my initial instruction had overwritten thoughts like these from happening, but I guess I was wrong. Maybe it was that I had said to him that he would feel comfortable with whatever I did, but lying back while having my dick sucked wasn’t me doing anything; it was all him. Shit.
I hadn’t given Declan another command since our first time at the stadium. I was riding on the oblivious bliss that I wouldn’t have to recur to that again, faking an innocent notion that it was all natural, dumb me. A new command wasn’t gonna be all that bad, I guess. This was clearly something that he was willing to do; he just went overwrought with anxiety about his masculinity. It isn’t healthy to worry about these kinds of silly things. “Listen to me”. I said to him, my hand on his cheek, maneuvering his head to face me “You will let all this worries about sex with other men disappear from your mind, you won’t overthink things anymore, if you find a guy hot you won’t tried to mask it as ‘good looking fella’, you will say it as you mean it. You won’t worry about what giving a blowjob makes of you, or kissing, fucking another guy, or even being fucked. If you like it and you feel good, it's enough for you. Don’t waste your time putting artificial boundaries on your pleasure”.
He closed his eyes and blinked slowly, jaw clenching. I imagine my instructions rewiring his brain until his expression softened, and the blue pools of his stare stared at me. “I guess you are right, I should give it another try. Just be patient with me, okay?” he asked me, puppy-eyed and in full vulnerability.
“Sure, man, go easy, there is no rush”. And with that, I was once again being carried away by the pleasure of a mouth on my knob. His approach was more careful this time, timid even. Tongue filled with shiness explored around, tracing each of my veins. The saliva pooled, contained by his lips like a lake by his dam, creating a new sensation. His hands were still holding my dick by the base, but also started moving, a slow up and down, lubricated by the drool that dripped constantly as his mouth risked the first movements of up and down. “Yes, that’s it, you are doing amazing”. The positive reinforcement appears to do the trick. He hummed something intelligible, the vibrations reverberating straight to my balls, and soon, with cheeks hollowing, he went deeper with what appeared to be a newfound gusto. Eyes watering again, fixed on mine, as if it was a dare, who would cave in first. I guess I did, owing to the fact that I, overtaken by the sensations he was causing me, closed my eyes and grunted a “Fuck, Dec, you are killing me”.
He popped off with a comical ‘pop’ sound, his lips shining gracefully, and with a string of spit connecting them with my cock. “Not so bad for a first-timer, eh?” the Londoner said cockily, voice a little rough from the stretch, before diving again to lick my length from the base to the head.
“You won’t get angry or weird if I told you that you are a natural?” I asked him, hand tugging his hair, making him look at me mid lick.
“I’m not one to dodge compliments, but I’ll only take ‘em once the job’s done properly.” And with that, he ended the licking and returned to blow me. This time, boldly taking a few inches on the first gulp. A new feeling appeared when he started to actually suck on my 7-inch. The throat closing in, and massaging it, a vortex of muscle, slime, and will. I could sense the change in him; he no longer cared about what this made of him, he was exploring, having his fun, and fuck the machismo and stigma around pleasure. A dark part of my mind started to grasp the absurdity of my power, how so effortlessly I alter this married celebrity soccer player to become my fuck buddy, a former straight man, now freed from whatever sexual boundaries he once had, found a new side of himself while sucking my dick, and fuck, that turned me on.
This mental side trip kept my brain busy, and postponed the climax that I felt coming faster and faster. One of Declan’s hands, at this point, I couldn’t keep tabs on what was really happening anymore, went to my balls, massaging each one of them, while slightly pulling them apart, and pushing them together. The thrill kept piling up, and I knew that I wasn’t far. Rice, conscious or not about my state, pulled back from the sucking and brought his mouth to meet his hands at my testicles. The midfielder put one of my nuts in his mouth, drenching them with saliva, before spitting them out, going for the other one, and then bringing them both together. I felt the moisture cascading down my groin, bathing the whole extent. But this wasn’t enough, letting my nuts out, his tongue traveled south, reaching the southernmost point of my taint, and climbing up, following the seam line till reaching the tip of my 7-inches. He put only the tip back at his mouth, and the tongue pressed under the head, making me clench the sheets with my hands. A scream flew out of my mouth, “Fuck! I’m coming!”
My scream must have caught him by surprise, cause he quickly got out of my dick, but since one of his hands was still holding me by the base, the first three volleys hit his face, covering his cheeks, mouth, and chin with white strikes. The sudden burst made the Londoner act without thinking and dive back for my dick, catching the rest of my load inside his mouth while the blue eyes popped out of his sockets.
“You can spit it out, Dec, you didn’t even have to put your mouth on it, it would feel amazing anyway,” I told him, as he carefully let go of my soft meat, leaving it to fall over my abs in a wet sound. My sight was fixed on the player's face, trying to figure out what kind of thoughts were crawling on his formerly straight mind. My bet was that he would run to the bathroom’s sink and send my guys on a one-way trip to London’s sewer system. But I was totally mistaken, cause with incredulity I watched the rosy neck bobbing up and down till the white cocky smile appeared on his also tarnished in white, and definitely cocky face.
“I don’t want you getting the impression I run away from a challenge, or that I half-assed anything in my life; And if I’m being totally honest, it wasn’t bad.” The raven-haired man scooped a puddle that was previously resting on his cheek with his finger and brought it to his mouth, sucking it like a delicacy. “It tasted like you”. He scooped more, and gave it the same end on his taste buds “... or a side of you”.
“A good side?” I asked.
To which he replied by leaning back over me and kissing me on my lips, sharing the taste of my own cum. “The best side …” Rice complemented after parting our lips, “The side of you that will tell me what happened with Ruben Dias“.
This was last week, after that I instructed Ruben to only send pictures with the view once option activated, and I also started receiving a few of Declan’s pictures. I guess some rivalry can be healthy, at least for me, and my libido. Anyway, that’s why I had to force myself to take my thumb off the phone screen when the man behind the counter screamed, "Andrew Steele, Caesar salad”.
I didn’t respond to Dias’ picture till I was back at my table, the salad container unopened in front of my screens.
“wish I was there to lick you clean” I texted him, my crudeness in these messages surprised even me. But what can I do if these are the texts that the Portuguese seemed to like the most?
Unfortunately, he didn’t reply as quickly as I thought he would, leaving me staring at my blackened phone screen while I forced myself to eat my lunch. His answer finally arrived while I had my fork mid-air, lettuce, and chicken quickly dropping back into the container so my hands could be free to read his text.
“just got out of the shower, going to a meeting, but be at this address at 4pm, room 1014. I bet we could find a way to get me sweaty again” Sure, I will pack my bag, and gladly travel to Manchester just for a quickie, I replied in my mind, but the next message changed everything.
The address was in London.
FUCK. Just the thought of hanging out with him again had me squirming in my seat, cock bulging through my briefs, while hoping that none of my coworkers were paying attention to me.
“bold of you to assume I’m this easy”. I replied, trying to act aloof to the appeal that this opportunity represented to me.
“not assuming anything. I know for a fact 😉
c u there, mate”.
I thought of answering something to provoke him, but who was I kidding? I knew for a fact that I would be there, and apparently, he knew it too. The only thing was that Dec had told me that he was stopping by on his way home, sure, it being the eve of the first leg of the Champions League semi-final, he was not gonna stop by so early, but still, I didn’t want to leave my buddy hanging like yesterday's news. But at the same time, this wasn’t a regular opportunity. Screw it, I could juggle the two of them. I would make do.
The hours left at the office were torture; the time seemed to drag, with every 10 minutes lasting hours. I didn’t trust myself to work on anything important, so I cleaned my mailbox, read some dreadfully boring earnings reports, and organized my folders till it was time. My boss didn’t even worry when I started packing 4 hours before the usual time, after all, my work hours became way less strict in the past weeks. I jumped in a cab, and 15 minutes before my given appointment time, I entered the hotel lobby.
I used these extra minutes to tidy myself up, flossing and brushing my teeth, almost mirroring the same routine I used on my prom night. The main difference was that this night I was getting ready for a proper fuck, not just the innocent grinding on the improvised dancefloor in the gymnasium.
The brass plaque at the door let no one be mistaken that this was, in fact, room 1014; the receptionist's instructions were on point, and together with the clock hitting 4pm, I rang the doorbell.
“Right on time, I like that,” I heard right after the door opened. On the other side was my 6-foot-2 tormentor, tight black shirt that hugged every muscle, and the ridge of his torso, blue jeans hanging low, leaving a hint of the white boxer briefs underneath, and white Nike socks on the thick textured carpet. “Come on in”.
Following my host, I stepped inside, pausing to remove my On sneakers, precisely putting them beside the door, before removing my coat, and hanging it together with my bag on a wall hook. The neat actions seemed to appease the Portuguese, who watched all with attentive eyes, sitting on a beige armchair. A small smile fled between his lips when he saw me tidying up my belongings.
“I thought you were travelling back to Manchester after the game yesterday. By the way, congrats on the win, captain”. I told him while approaching the space between the armchair and the bed. “Can I?” I asked, pointing to the immaculate white bed. To which he nodded approvingly.
“Thanks, it wasn’t such a challenge, although I was hoping for a higher score. You are right, that was the plan, but my PR scheduled a couple of meetings today, right now I would be on my 3rd if they didn’t reschedule for a late dinner.” He answered, legs spread, left arm slightly flexed, showing off his biceps while I sat at the edge of the comfortable mattress.
“Oh, it’s nice to have a break between meetings, at least in my job it is. Thanks for inviting me over”. It's weird, on the texts we were such pervs, but now that we faced each other again, I got cold feet. Did he really want to have fun again, or was I making a joke of myself by making myself fully available for him without any reciprocity? Trying to at least keep a conversation going, I continued, “So are you excited for the final? Crystal Palace, right?”
He didn't answer me; instead, he got up on his feet, walking straight in my direction. “Why are you talking so much about football when you know what I had in mind when I asked you here?” His question didn’t need an answer, at least not one you can put in words, so he answered himself by pushing me back, and without even worrying about my opinion about it, opening my shirt in a ferocious movement, buttons popping like fireworks. He lay over me, our groins meeting, my wool-covered mount against his jeans-covered one. He leaned down to lick my chest, the low beard tickling my skin as his mouth traveled to my nipples for a quick nuzzling before resuming its journey north, reaching my mouth. “I’ve been thinking about doing that ever since Manchester”. His breath tasted like peppermint on my tongue, furthering my sadness when he parted our lips so he could migrate to my neck, licking me there, probably tasting me while I was left feeling totally at his mercy.
“Yeah, what else did you think about doing to me, in the meantime?” I interrogated him, my hands going inside his shirt, and groping his firm pectorals.
“Ah, I thought about making you choke on my cock to begin with”.
“Oh yeah, and what else?” I turned his nipples like a thermostat, causing him to muffle a low curse word.
“I also thought of fingering this tight pussy of yours till you can’t have enough, then sliding my big dick into it, and showing you just how horny you left me these past days”.
“No rimming this time, no ‘eating the pussy you decided to fuck’ anymore?” My hands left his torso and went under his jeans, following the curve of his rock-hard glutes through the soft cotton of his underwear. “Oh, maybe I should do the honors this time?” I pulled him even closer to me by pressing his butt with my hands.
“Do you want to be a kiss-ass, putinho?” He pulled himself back up top, strong arms like columns giving him the stability to hover over me. His face showcasing a grin, “Do you want to lick my man hole, you dirty slut?”
I nodded affirmatively, “You bet I do, sir”, and with that, he was back on his feet. With both hands, he heisted his shirt, showcasing the absurd view of his real-life photoshopped abs. The hand then went to the pants, unbuttoning and unzipping the jeans, pushing them down till his golden thighs were out. I was watching the show, still lying over the mattress, supporting my torso with my forearms, eager. He bent over to remove his socks, and then rose up, turned around, putting the muscular ass on display, still covered by the white underwear, and started folding his clothes. Unable to stop myself, I whistle, causing him to look at me over his shoulder, smiling like it was a joke.
I got up, dropping my ruined shirt in the process, the pants soon followed, so did my socks, and wearing only my black briefs, I glued my chest to his back, making sure that my bulge rubbed around his ass, so he could feel the state he left me since that picture. My face fit perfectly over his shoulder, his body heat inviting like a warm bath. As I kissed his neck, purposely letting my blond 5 o’clock shadow scrape his skin, while letting myself be intoxicated by his smell, pheromones, and the fragrance of vanilla and tobacco. My hands hugged his muscled figure, pulling us in an even tighter embrace, my rock-hard dick lodged between his steel cheeks. “Don’t go growing any ideas, I’m still the one giving the orders here”. Dias alerted me, his clothes now a perfectly folded pile over the armchair.
“My only idea is make you feel good, whenever you want me to,” I told him, right before he turned around, making us face one another, and dive into a hungry kiss. The kiss ended when he parted his way, walking to the bed, and assuming the all fours position. Putting his beautiful ass on display.
“Come on, then, we don’t have much time. Get to work,” I kneeled beside him, without saying anything. The sight of the white cotton stretched around those hard glutes was tempting as a dare. Slowly, I hooked my fingers on the waistband and unveiled those two perfect, round mounts, dusted with dark hair, golden, but paler in comparison to the rest of his body. I watched them flex as he shifted his weight to allow the complete removal of his boxers. Not wasting another second, I pulled his cheeks apart, unveiling for the first time his smooth dusky pink ring, and leaned in. My first lick was slow and deliberate. My flat tongue going from taint to hole, tasting his skin, soap with a faint musk. His muscles clenched on my hands while his body shuddered. I lick around his muscle button, with small touches on the center, making sure he gets used to the alien feeling. Satisfied with my progression, I pointed my tongue, straight like an arrow, and pierced his insides for the first time. “Caralhos, isso, putinha,” he hissed in Portuguese, pushing himself more against my face.
I ate him with the hunger of a rescued castaway, tongue fucking him deep, while my lips gently sucking his rim, I could feel my short beard scraping his skin, and this altogether made his manhole softener. The vibrations my moaning caused on his body made him squirm, cursing in Portuguese and in English. A naughty symphony only to my ears.
My right hand grabbed his almost 20cm, which at this point was rock hard, the skin fully retracted, showing the pale red head. I milked him in synchrony with my insertions, overwhelming him in pleasure to a point where his arms collapsed, making his head fall to the mattress, while raising his ass even higher. “Do you like that, having my tongue in your ass?”
“Fuck yeah, I do! EAT my manhole, see what a real man tastes like.” This continued to a point where the moistness of his insides was so tempting that I started circling my thumb over his rosebud, but this apparently was where he drew the line. “No, I don’t do this kind of shit,” he turned to me, with a serious look.
“Are you sure?” I questioned, arching one of my eyebrows. “You never had a chick play with this ass?”
“No, only kiss it, like you did, never anything inside. This is, how do you say it in English… via de mão única … one way street.” I knew I could change that with a touch of my hand, but I also didn’t want to feel that I had imposed something over him right on our second time together. I was sure that with time, I would literally open him up to new experiences.
“Ok, then. You are lucky to have this amazing cock” I said, lowering myself, lying on my back under him, and pulling his girthy Portuguese sword on my mouth. The change made him assume a push-up position, and he didn’t hesitate in laying on me, forcing me to swallow almost all of his meat in one go. If it wasn’t for the constant practice with Declan, I wouldn’t be able to gobble on so much dick, but now I was confident. I grew bolder. Relaxing my throat and breathing through my nose, I accepted him. Tears spurted from my grey blue eyes even still, but for the first time, I was confident that I could swallow a dick entirely, and a girthy motherfucker, nonetheless.
He kept pushing in and out of my mouth, both of us groaning like madmen, but only his was audible, mine transformed into vibrations around his dick, increasing his moans even more. When the position started getting tiring for him, he pulled out, the dick now covered in a patina of saliva and throat slime. “I want to see your face as you swallow my dick,” he told me, while putting both of his legs around me, and sitting on my chest, the 20 cm sausage back at my reach. “Look at you, such a whore, can’t wait to have my cock again,” he said as I swallowed the first inches. I kept an active tongue, but my focus was on taking it again till the root of his dick. I wanna ruin every single blowjob he would ever receive for him. I wanted to win this man over.
Even with his authoritarian strike, he didn't rush me. Slow, but steady, I made progress, inch by inch. “Oh yeah, keep sucking my big cock” he would say from time to time, his hand resting on my scalp. I felt that there was something blocking the way in my throat, so I relaxed it further, trying to maintain my calm, and with that, the rest of it fitted in. The feeling of his pubes on my nose was a first, harvesting the musk smell straight from the source, driving me insane. I looked up, facing his brown eyes as the hand that rested over my hair started petting it with an unfamiliar tenderness. “Look at you, such a devoted puta, with my entire dick in your mouth”. The recognition made me try a sucking motion, my throat massaging the lengthy weapon, causing him to stop making sense of his words. “Fuck … Yeah … Porra … such a great cocksucker … Yeah … FUUUCK”. His eyes closed, and his head tilted back, lost in pleasure.
I felt a movement on his balls; they being lodged over my chin made it hard to miss. I bet he was close to cumming, and although the thought of swallowing his cum straight from the source was thrilling, I wanted his full stamina fucking me. With sadness in my heart, I pushed his hips away from me. A look of confusion on his face. I gave a quick kiss on the pale red head as it hung in front of me. “I want you to fuck me”. This short sentence put him in action like a man with a mission. He hopped off the bed, went to the closet, and returned with a tube of lube.
“Do you have a position in mind?” He asked me, standing at the foot of the bed, lube in hand, and spit dripping from his dick.
“I thought you were the one who gave the rules here,” I teased him.
He smiled while spreading lube over the almost 8-inch steel bar hanging between his legs. “You bet I am. Lie on your side, this time I will show you how I can be a romantic if I want to”.
With that, I moved, first removing my black briefs, then getting in position, one leg lying on the mattress, and the other bent, feet planted on the soft touch of the expensive white sheets. “I’m ready, lover boy,” I proclaimed, tossing the underwear at him just for banter. This action didn’t cause the effect I hoped for; Ruben Dias didn’t see it as a joke. Instead, maintaining eye contact with me, he brought the piece of cloth to his face and took a big sniff. His hardon buckled involuntarily, bobbing up and down. He took another sniff before throwing the brief on the floor, neatness be damned.
“Why does this turn me on so fucking much?” he questioned, while, like a feline, graciously jumping behind me. His hard, smooth body presses mine. His smell created an intoxicating atmosphere around us. I’m not a small guy, 6 feet, and buckled up ever since my wish, but even still, as he spooned me, I felt a blanket of protection falling over me. Nothing bad could happen with this Luso warrior lying behind me. I could let myself be taken to realms of uncovered pleasures and delights. Another splash of lube announced itself out of the tube by its sound, and soon I felt his fingers pressing between my asscheeks, searching for my tight chute. The lube made everything feel easier, his middle and index fingers massaged the wrinkled skin till I eventually started opening myself for them. A soft moan escaped my mouth as the first one of his fingers entered me, conquering through my insides like a cavalry.
While the right hand was busy preparing me for his cock, the left traveled under my body, reaching my torso, which he playfully explored until reaching my nipple, where it stayed, pinching it, rolling it back and forth. His mouth was also busy, leaving careful kisses on the nape of my neck.
The constant manhandling of my body was turning me into a mess of groans and moans. Overheating like a boiler. “Do you like this?” he asked, between licks on my neck.
“I love it,” I confessed. My hips pushed back on his now fingers, with a third trying to break the barrier, and join his friends.
“Get ready then, ‘cause it will get even better.” With that, the ring finger breached through my tight rim, filling me up to a point that seemed overwhelming, but I knew from experience that the moment he decided to really fuck me, I would feel even fuller.
He kept touching me everywhere our positioning allowed us. My channel opened up little by little, the lube eased a lot of the process, but it reached a point where I was growing frustrated. The friction between his digits and my prostate was maddening; my dick had leaked a small pond of precum in the sheets. I needed things to escalate soon. “Rubes, man, please, I can’t wait anymore, fuck me”. I begged my torturer.
“You are lucky …” the Portuguese said, removing his 3 digits from my now winking hole, making me sigh a heartfelt hiss. His other hand left my torso, retracting to help him squirt more lube. “.. that I was thinking the same thing”. I felt the blunt touch of the head of his spear on my rim, the fresh coat of lube making it slick and fresh over my heated skin.
A soft “Ahn” escaped my lips while he pierced through me. Every friction, or barrier, dissolved due to his previous stretch and the lube. “Yeah, that feels good,” I exclaimed with his cock now half lodged on my tender insides. He didn’t stop there; my feedback motivated him to keep on going forward, stopping only when we were fully connected. Joined by the hips like animals, his left hand was back to the front of my body, but this time it didn’t focus on abusing my nipples; it went to my head instead, forcing me to look back, completing our union with a passionate kiss, as he began to push and pull the girthy piece inside me.
“I kept thinking about doing that to you again,” he whispered in my ear, licking it sensuously. “Every time my girl left me hangin', I would send you a pic, and you answer right away with the naughties texts”. I was in such a cloud 9 that the mention of a girlfriend didn’t even bother me. I guess one of my ‘special friends’ having a wife really makes it easy for me to go with the flow. “If we lived closer, it would be the perfect arrangement, together, both of us, draining each other’s energy. You would turn me into the perfect boyfriend for her, but I would be the perfect man for you. What did you think of that?”
“Ohhhh perfect,” I tried to reply with the little available neuro pathways that hadn't been undertaken with pleasure.
“That’s what I thought. This would be the perfect friendship, me, your man, and you, my slut buddy.” His lips back on mine, tongue battling for control, the moisture of our bodies gluing us even more together. “My manwhore” A whispered between licks on my neck, a spiritual kind of baptism. I had surrendered again, so it was undeniable, for him, I was a manwhore.
After the galantries, Ruben Dias started really laying it hard. His rhythm increased, and the sound of skin on skin surpassed our animalistic groans. We were one; a spectator wouldn’t be able to discern where one ended, and the other began. The pressure inside of me was too much, to a point where the quick motion of a jerk on my 7’inch erection pushed through the limit. I felt the first volley on my chest, hitting his hand on the crossfire, almost making him retreat, but at the same time, the pressure my ass was making on his cock kept him in place, and after the shock, he surrendered. Slowly, he started spreading my own jizz over my chest, using it to further massage me.
His girth made it easy for me to sense when he was near, and pulling together all of my forces, I asked him, “Are you near?” To which he confessed positively, at first in Portuguese, but remembering that I didn’t speak his native language, answered me in English. “Let me taste you, then”.
And with that, he got up, standing on the bed like an out-of-place statue. Sensing what he wanted me to do, I got on my knees and opened my mouth. Putting my tongue out as my hands reached for the swab of meat that had been in my most private place.
It didn’t take long; his thickness increased, and from his mouth a feral scream erupted. At the same time, a thick current flew out of the one-eyed serpent. The first spurt landed on the tip of my tongue, allowing me to be surprised by the sweetness of his cum. The subsequent volleys flooded my mouth, which I dutifully swallowed, still amazed by how sweet it tasted, so much more fruity than my own, or than Declan’s.
Our exhausted bodies fell on the bed, automatically rearranging with my head lying on his hairless chest. We stood like that for a while, pectorals going up and down till our breath returned to normal.
“Are you free on May 14th?” Ruben asked me out of the blue.
“I guess, why? You will be back in London? I thought the FA Final was only on the 17th”.
“No, sim. I mean, yes. The final is on the 17th, but on the 14th it’s my birthday. I will have a few friends at my place, and I want you there”.
I looked at him, astonished, “I know you like to boss around, but this line I won’t cross”.
His brown eyes acquired a scared puppy expression as he tried to ratify my mistake, “Não. No, no. Nothing like that. It’s a regular get-together with my friends, and you are my friend, at least kind of, in my view. I’m not an extrovert, and on the team, the majority of them see me as a captain, not as a mate or buddy. So yeah, I’ve been avoiding my birthday parties ever since I moved here, but this year my girl has been pressuring me to throw one, so it would be nice to have you there”. The sincerity in his voice was precious, a 180-degree turn from the authoritarian I had met in the gym that night.
“Sure, man. Count me in.” His hand, that had been resting on the pillow beside me, came closer, pulling my shoulder closer to him.
“That’s grand, mate!”
“But it won’t be weird with your girl being there. I can behave, but I don’t know, maybe it can be awkward for you?”
“Nah, don’t worry. You will just have to see me acting as a boyfriend till she goes to bed, or slips away, and in front of everyone, I will threaten just like I do with my friends. Is that ok for you?”
“Yes, I will be there, and on my best behavior”.
He looked at me conspiratorially, “I bet you will”, and just like that, we fell asleep, partially hugging, my head on his muscled chest, his dick leaving small traces of cum, and lube in his thighs, while my jizz dried over my torso.
The sun was setting when I woke up; the only sound besides Ruben’s breathing was the constant humming of the air conditioning. Through our nap, we had moved ourselves. I was glued to his strong back, spooning him. I had to get going, so delicately I left him on the bed, silently tiptoing to the bathroom.
The strong shower pressure was just what I needed to start pulling myself together. The combo of the cascading water together with the fancy kind of toiletries that the hotel gave me completely distracted me to a point that I only realized Ruben had woken up when I felt his muscles behind me.
“Trying to sneak out without saying goodbye?” His beard whispered on my neck, both of our bodies under the constant flow of hot water.
“Just trying to get presentable again. I have to meet a friend soon”. He stepped even closer to me, his feet pressing mine, and his semi nestling itself on my crack. “Does this thing never go down?”
“Not when it knows that there is someone who can take care of it nearby,” he answered while humping me. “So this friend of yours, is it a friend-friend or a special friend, like me?”
“A special friend,” I confessed, leaning my forearms on the tiled wall and arching my back.
“What a slut.” His dick, now back at full mast, started seeking the puffed entrance again. “I can’t have you leaving like this, I have to make sure he knows what a puta you are, and that he is sharing”. I lost count of how many kisses he left on my skin as he rubbed our bodies together.
He didn’t waste time. In what felt like seconds, he had turned off the water, pulled my hips back, and started nudging the tip of his 20 cm inside me. If I hadn’t been stretched by our early encounter, this would have hurt like a motherfucker, but the residual lube provided enough help to make that a few minutes his hardon was obliviating my prostate with stamina, and power. This wasn’t any tender lovemaking; this was for pleasure, and pleasure only, and I would lie if I admitted that this was also phenomenal.
His second load filled me in with thick spurts, while he moaned devoutly in my ears. I put my hands on my aching hardon, just for him to hold my wrists. “Don’t, I don’t want to send you with an empty tank. I’m a good guy, I can share”. The frustration grew even more as he patiently extracted his girthy weapon from me, every ridge and vein pushing my temperature up. “Also, don’t empty yourself”. He told me, as the head left my rosebud, with a smooth sound. “That will show him that whoever he is, I was there first today,” he slapped my ass and turned me, so we could properly kiss.
I left the hotel not so long after, and sitting on the cab window watching the dusk fall over London, I could still smell his scent over me, mainly because I had used a couple of sprays of his Tom Ford perfume, and borrowed a clean black t-shirt, mine was beyond repair. I had still collected it; it was best to avoid any weird findings at a star player's trash bin. Speaking of star players, on the phone, Declan had texted me, “Just left Colney. Should be at your end in 40”, 10 minutes before I was in my cab. The time was still enough to sprint around the rooms just tidying up everything, and that was what I had set my mind to do, when I opened the flat door, and found Leo, and his Lea, his new girlfriend, watching a sitcom under the same cover, on the living room couch.
My first thought was just that my plans had gone down the drain; I had made sure that Leo would be out today. Lea, a frequent visitor to our apartment in the past weeks, wanted to check out a new restaurant in Chelsea, the kind that doesn’t do reservations and always has a big line. But apparently they were ‘kind of tired’, and ‘wanted to have a cozy night in’. I texted Rice the moment that I closed myself in my room. “Leo is here, you can’t go up. I’m afraid we will have to reschedule”.
His answer came as an audio message: “Don’t be stupid, mate, I’m pulling down in 10. Say you are going out jogging, or something like that, and get out of there. I’m with my black rover today. I will wait for you inside”.
I followed the instructions, put on shorts, grabbed a windbreaker, and excused myself with the lame ‘I’m going jogging’, leaving the couple by themselves again. Not long before the schedule he had given me, I saw the black Range Rover turn the corner. “Hey man, come on in,” He greeted me through the open window that closed the moment I got inside. We exchanged fistbumps and started talking. Mostly, he told me about the training and the strategy they would use against PSG the next day, while I gave him the instructions for a rare empty area nearby. Before, I had never stopped to map possible deserted locations, but since a previous rushed jerk off we had on his car, I started mapping the neighborhood.
He parked in a dark alley connecting nowhere to nowhere. I quickly got out and looked around, seeing only dark windows on both sides of the street, and pages of an old newspaper rolling with the wind. Making sure it was safe, then getting back in. This time, he greeted me with a full French kiss that swept me from my feet. “I thought you were gonna bail on me when you sent me that text”.
“I wasn’t sure what car you had today, can’t think of much we can do on a sports car,” I told him, while breathing the cologne of his neck, my hands fondling the growing mound between his legs.
He let out a contagious laugh, “Don’t underestimate my creativity. I could do things with you on a bike”. His mouth searched for mine again, starting a make-out session. “You smell different today,” he told me when we parted to breathe for a moment. “New fragrance?”
I grimaced internally, “Something like that”.
“It’s nice, I like it,” He confessed before resuming our kiss, the thrill that he was actually smelling Ruben on me fueling my passion. We spent a few minutes on this on-and-off makeout session. My body was almost by his side, even with the center console trying to separate us. Under my attentive touch, his dick now had grown to full length, the print of it clear through the adidas tracksuit. “Let’s move to the back. I need you to blow me,” He pleaded with me before quickly opening his door, leaving, and getting into the backseat. I followed soon after.
Without any barrier between us, my windbreaker disappeared like a magic trick, and so did his tracksuit jacket. My hand sneaked in between the waistband of both his pants and one of his staple black briefs, feeling the heated skin of his cock.
“Let me help you out,” he said, removing his lower clothes altogether, leaving him sitting in the back of his car in only a shirt and socks. Freed from the prison of fabrics, his 7’inch erection stood proud, like an ivory tower that grew from his dark pubes. I gave it a couple of quick jerks to spread his pre-cum over his surface, and got to work. Sucking the second dick of the day.
It was a relief to suck something of regular girth; my tongue did laps around his head, while my mouth blew him like my life depended on it. I bobbed up and down, going further each time his pink satin head showed itself between my hands. His moans grew at the same rate as the windows fogged up, the smell of our bodies, Ruben’s perfume, dick, and the leather of the carseats building an artificial atmosphere of lust. I kept pushing forward, my throat once again opening up, while I calmly breathed in and out until my nose was pressed against his skin. Harvesting his musk straight from the source.
“Bloody hell!” he screamed in all of his Englishness, “You swallowed me whole! That’s mad”. His hand traveled through my back, groping my asscheeks still covered by the running shorts, while mine grabbed his nutsack, rolling them around like beads. “Fuck, that is definitely your best one yet. Keep it just like that, and I will cum soon, you daredevil”.
I gladly obeyed him, milking him with energy. His hand became tired of feeling me up through my shorts, so he put it under my waistband, touching my bare skin. He kept massaging my mounds, each at a time, but his curious fingers needed more, so he went to my crack, circling around until he found my puffed button. I was totally distracted with my task at hand (or mouth), so I only realized the mistake when he pushed forward.
Who reacted first was a mystery. The feeling of his index finger in contact with the wetness that Ruben had purposely left behind made me choke on Declan’s dick. The owner of the dick in question also gasped, as his finger found the slimy situation on my ass and backed out. “Hell, what do you have there, lube?” The blue eyes fixed on the index finger he had just retrieved from my manhole. “Is that?” he asked, perplexed, still staring at the translucent substance on his finger.
I tried to recover myself while coughing out the shock that this contact had caused me. Even in this state, I still gathered enough forces to answer a rough “Yeah”.
We stared at each other, me facing his expression, trying to see what kind of shift this finding was gonna cause in our relationship. While he carefully studied the substance, smelling it to prove that I was telling the truth. “Is it from RD?” he asked with a blank expression.
I nodded positively, fearing some kind of jealousy attack. Maybe this we had was over, or maybe he would leave me here, alone with a raging erection on a deserted part of the neighborhood. His instruction made me fear some kind of physical punishment. “Take off your shorts, and show your ass to me. I wanna see how he left you”.
Without questioning, although fearful, I obeyed, removing my shorts, sneakers, and underwear, and lying on my back at the car seat, my feet resting on the first supportive surface I could find, leaving me completely exposed and open for his investigations. I looked away as he leaned down to look between my glutes, but I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t surprised when he touched me again, whispering, “Good heavens, isn’t that so wrongfully hot?”
But my greatest surprise was when he used both of his hands to open up my glutes completely, causing a small drop of cum to leave my inside. This drop couldn’t even help me lower the heat I was feeling on my body, because the moment it got out of me, Declan’s finger retrieved it. Gluing my eyes on his movements, I saw with a flabbergasted expression as he guided his cummed finger to his mouth, and licked it clean. “Why does his boys taste so sweet?”
“I don’t know, but it’s the sweetest I ever tasted.”
“Damn it, I’m not gonna waste good protein,” He said, without even acknowledging my answer, and right after diving down on my ass. Using his tongue to wipe clean my insides, extracting every ounce of the Portuguese cum he could find.
His movements left me weak, my muscles flexing by pure instinct, and pleasure. Ever since the first time Rice fucked me, in which I had to convince him to go down on my star pucker, he took rimming like a duck to water. Usually, he was already great, but this time, with the incentive of Dias’ nectar, he was acting like a madman.
Tossing and turning on the leather surface, with my legs spread, I was losing my grip on reality. When the Londoner realized that I had been emptied out, he rose up from between my thighs. Shining lips, and eyes dark in a mist of excitement and possession.
“Gosh, he really filled you up,” he said in a low voice, almost admiring, whipping his mouth on the back of his hand. I nodded, agreeing with him, while he leaned down to kiss me. The hardon that I had fitted whole in my mouth, poking me on my taint as the City captain’s taste was shared between both of our mouths.
His hand went back to my lovechute, 2 fingers easily fitting in. “So loose, so open. He really did a number on you”.
“Are you jealous?” I asked, a shadow of worry haunting my mind. Maybe this was it, the final blow that would ruin everything. But this worst-case scenario didn’t even have time to mature in my mind as his blue eyes faced me with the most mischievous expression.
“Never, I should be thankful even,” his breath caressing my face. “Cause now I can do this”, and in a flash, he removed his hand, leaned over me, and impaled me on his cock, making me squeal in surprise. “And when I’m done, there would be no doubt on who really owns this ass”.
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