Author’s note:
Hey there, everyone!
If you guys know a little about football, you will know that Summer is off-season, and the next three chapters (including this) will be set exactly during this period. This one happens during last summer’s FIFA Club World Cup (do not mix with this year’s FIFA World Cup), but in the next two you can expect a lot of traveling, sun-kissed skin, and beach destinations. I can’t wait to introduce the next hunk; I guess the group is lacking a bit of Spaniard flavor. What do you guys think?
This chapter, again, is totally AI-free. Still, since English is not my first language, there may be a few grammatical slips or some unusual phrasing. Feel free to point them out to me via email. I genuinely appreciate it.
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. Hope you guys like it!
The crowd was silent at the bar. A sea of white and pale blue shirts was shocked when the Arabian team scored the 4th goal, breaking the tie with only 8 minutes left. It was a done deal; Manchester City was out of FIFA’s Club World Cup. After the game ended, the bar owner changed channels to a baseball game, a reprise. A sport that the British expats who crowded the room couldn’t care less about, so they focused on their kingdom’s second favorite sport: drinking. For Jake, Mike, and Vanessa, the old friends whom I had invited to watch the match, the scene seemed exotic. Almost like a souvenir that I had packed for them and brought in my baggage. “You acclimated better than I thought you would, bro,” one of them said, and I guess I had.
I excused myself, saying I needed to check something for work really quickly, and maneuvered to the front door. Outside, the night was warm; the constant sirens of the city reminded me that I wasn’t in England; I was home. I opened up the chat named ’RD’, quickly working out a message that I hoped would be comforting to my recently disqualified friend while breathing in the city air that only New York had.
I didn’t plan to be here. I was actually quite happy in London. The holiday season had begun, and without rigorous training, Declan and Lucas ’ schedules suddenly became way freer. The Swede wanted to make up for lost time. Every single date ended with us in bed, in the shower, on the couch, even in a pub bathroom once when we were feeling risky. With Rice, on the other hand, we would spend time just hanging out, usually at his place or mine. Eventually, I met his wife, who greeted me with a warmer demeanor. Declan had told her I was a life coach for athletes, that I had been helping him these past months, and that we had eventually become friends. But even being aware of this cover, I couldn’t help but gag when she told me over dinner, “I’m so glad you’ve been helping Dec. He has improved so much as a player, as a husband, and as a father ever since he started meeting you!” Little did she know that earlier that same day, while we were supposedly at an 8-hour intensive session, we were playing FIFA naked in my flat. The rule was that the winner could use the loser however he wanted at the end of each match, and boy did we get creative.
But the good thing also came to an end. Both of them had travel plans; Ruben and Pedro were busy training for the FIFA Club World Cup, and Leo was practically living at his girl’s place, coming by 3 times a week to exchange his dirty clothes for clean ones. So when my parents called me to convince me to travel back for their traditional 4th of July barbecue at the beach house, I accepted. I was due to visit home anyway.
I arrived a few days ago to meet some friends, eat at the places I missed the most, and walk around without having any specific plans, all while staying at my parents’ empty apartment. It was heaven, except for one specific thing. I was so fucking horny.
I knew there were hot guys all around the city, and I knew I could get them to do anything I wanted. But none of them made me feral like the players I had in my rotation or the ones I only admired at the matches. Who knows, maybe my gay thoughts and my football obsession were growing intertwined.
But being in the US at the same time as the Club World Cup gave me an opportunity that I set my mind to exploring, and that’s why I stepped out of the bar, just so I could hear the voice message that buzzed in my pocket half an hour ago.
“Hey, man, I spoke with the coach, and it’s confirmed: I will have a free afternoon on Wednesday. My only plan is to dine out with my girl; she already has a reservation at this fancy restaurant she wants to try. If this works out for you, let me know, and then we can meet beforehand, ok?”
I quickly answered, confirming that Wednesday was great and that I couldn’t wait. Closing the WhatsApp chat labeled ’PN’, I entered the bar again with the prospect of not being horny anymore in less than 48hours
The night ended quickly after I returned to the bar with my friends, saying that they needed to go. ’Early day at the office’ was the justification thrown around like an ultimatum. “Not everyone is on vacation,” Mike said playfully while I begged for a nightcap. With my pleas denied, we said our goodbyes on the sidewalk, where I watched them enter their cabs before I started walking home.
The empty apartment welcomed me with the familiarity of a dog. As I was ready to go to bed, the vibration of my phone on the nightstand caught my attention. “Thanks for the message, mate. It is never easy, but it’s part of the game”. Rubes had replied to the early message I had sent him.
I quickly texted, “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help,” thinking that this was it. I put my phone away and was about to turn the light off when another notification lit up the screen. “are u up?” Dias asked me. After I confirmed, he sent “can I call u?”
His voice was different. Like a tone or two lower than what I was used to. “Sorry if I’m interrupting anything,” was his opening statement.
“Don’t bother; I was just scrolling in bed. Just came from the bar where I watched the game with some friends”.
“I’m sorry for the night’s bummed ending”.
“As you said in your text, it happens. It’s part of the game”
I heard him deep breathing on the other end of the line. “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been telling the guys. But frankly, I was hoping that I could vent to you a little”.
“Sure, man, whatever you need.”
“Thanks, I’m so fucking angry right now. Not angry at the team, but angry at myself for letting this happen, and I can’t talk with anyone here. They will think that I’m just blaming them; can’t talk to the gaffer cause he will think I’m looking for validation; and I can’t talk to Maya cause she will try to make this about our relationship. It’s hard, man.”
I let Ruben open his heart to me, keeping the interference to a minimum. I figured that letting him blow off his steam was the smart thing to do.
“And the worst part is that tomorrow we are going home, and I don’t have a single thing planned to do, and no one with a free schedule to travel with. I will probably spend the next 2 weeks at my mom’s house like a kid!
That was when an idea hit me with the force of a speeding train: “I’m in New York; stay here. We can spend a few days in the city and go to the beach for my parents’ 4th of July barbecue”.
I could feel him hesitating through the call: “It would be nice to go to New York. But I don’t know. Are you sure your parents won’t mind having a footballer at their barbecue?”
“Dude, It’s Massachusetts, total WASP territory. I honestly think that no one will recognize you”.
“Wasp, like the bug?”
“No, as in White Anglo-Saxon Protestant, not the most diverse crowd up there".
“Sometimes I forget how much of a posh prick you are.” I laughed a little as he pondered in silence until an “Alright” was let out. “Okay, I’m in. In the morning, I will ask my people to make the arrangements. It will be nice to spend some time not thinking about this loss.”
Ruben arrived at my parents’ apartment right after lunch. Designer luggage by his side and bags under his eyes. He greeted me with the classic bro side-hug, but something seemed off. I showed him the guest room, hoping that he would make an innuendo about us sharing the bed, but he seemed pleased with the room. “It will be great to finally have a room for myself. Bernardo snores so much. I had to sleep with earplugs the whole time,” He said, taking the liberty to carefully place his jacket over the chair’s backrest.
He freshened up before we went to lunch nearby. From time to time, he would grow quiet and stare into space, his brown eyes unfocused till his attention returned. In the afternoon, we went back to the apartment to escape the heat. I peeled off my shirt and sat on the couch of the TV room, only in my shorts. Ruben sat by my side, fully clothed, even with his body emanating heat like a radiator. “So what do you want: movie, game, or some fun of our own?” I asked him, my hand grabbing his hairless thigh, massaging it.
He looked at me with those intense tobacco eyes, making me tighten my grip on his leg. “We can watch something,” he replied. “Do you like biopics? It’s my favorite genre.” And just like that, my hopes of starting something faded away, like a bucket of water over a fire. We ended up watching the Elvis biopic, at least the first half, till we both dozed off. In the evening, my Portuguese visitor asked if we could order takeout. He was still too tired to dine out, so we ended up having an uninteresting night. Bathing separately, eating Chinese, and playing Mario Kart. Again, just like I did throughout my teenage years in this same apartment, I spent my night having a sleepover with a friend instead of getting laid. Damn it.
But just as the sun rose in the morning, so did my chances of getting laid. That was mainly due to a complete forgetfulness on my part. I had woken up early; being in bed before midnight had its consequences. So I decided that maybe a traditional New York breakfast could cheer up my friend. Putting myself together, I walked to the bakery, on the next block, to get some bagels. And while I waited for a fresh batch of poppy seed bagels, two messages popped up on my screen.
“Oi mate, just checking with u if 3pm works for you? send me the address plz!”
“btw I’m training with a hardon just thinking about what we’re gonna do later”
The message came from the newest addition to my footballer’s web, Pedro Neto, currently stationed in Pennsylvania with the Chelsea team. With Ruben staying with me, the fact that today would be Pedro’s afternoon off completely flew over my head. How could I forget that today I would finally cure my severe case of blue balls?
This development had a bigger impact than previously expected. For the City player, it wouldn’t matter if he saw Neto and me sneaking out into my room. He was fully aware that his long-time friend was a new convert to man-sex, being a spectator as I popped the Portuguese cherry back in Manchester. But Pedro, he wouldn’t be so flexible about his friend being on the other side of the wall. Knowing that he was about to indulge in this kind of sex, which was such a taboo in the football world. As I juggled possible action plans, a blackboard gave me an idea. Hanging on the wall beside the counter, a small board had written in an outdated calligraphy ’NYC’s best Dangels! Danish + Bagel = Dangel’. Sometimes, mixing could be the solution I was hoping for all along.
As I walked to my parents’ pre-war apartment, my devious mind had already laid out the plan for this afternoon. One that would solve my blue balls, the Centre-Back’s bad mood, and the Winger’s horniness. Frankly, this gave me the energy I needed to kickstart my morning without even needing my usual coffee.
The next few hours followed without many changes. I had just finished setting the table when Ruben appeared, still with the gray cloud hovering over him. He barely talked, giving me monosyllabic responses to my constant yap. I apparently only captured his interest when I mentioned we should go out for a jog at Riverside. I hadn’t even changed my shorts when he appeared at my room’s door, all geared up. “You read my mind; I was in desperate need to move my body,” he said, leaning on the door frame, hawk eyes fixed on my exposed body, his left hand unconsciously rubbing his dick through his shorts. This gave me the illusion that the worst had passed. But as soon as we were back, sweaty from the July summer weather, he told me he was going to shower, without any invitation to join him. He moved to the bathroom with his head low, shoulders down, grey cloud materializing out of thin air above his head.
As the clock hit 3pm, Pedro’s location on WhatsApp appeared nearer. I decided that only a hands-on approach to Ruben’s foul humor would do the trick. We were sprawled on the couch in the TV room again, me wearing only old sweatpants cutoffs, and Ruben only in one of his City shorts, each of us on our phones. ’My driver told me I’m 5 minutes away. Hydrate yourself, you will need it 😝’ popped in the bar on top of my screen, and that for me was the signal that it was time to set my plan in action.
I laid my hand on the Portuguese’s shoulder, my fingers squeezing his bronze muscles, making him face me. “Dude, I know you are hurt about being eliminated. You don’t have to deny it. I was hoping that you would open up to me as you did over the phone”.
His mouth parted and a low “I’m trying not to be a bummer…”.
I didn’t let him finish, placing my finger over his soft lips, making his eyes pop out. “Shh. You don’t need to explain yourself; it’s ok to be angry, sad, and whatever else you are feeling. You are human; it’s natural, man!” My hand grasped his neck, forcing him to turn his head so he could look at me directly. “But you know I have a method to make you speedrun these difficult feelings, making you go back to your old confident self in less than an hour. Do you like this possibility? Wanna try it?”
He moved his head up and down, looking like a boy waiting for his mommy to kiss his boo-boo. “Great!” I told him, my hand releasing his neck as the other slowly pulled his lips down with my index finger before removing it altogether. “Follow me, big guy”.
I guided him to the guest room, where I had previously left my wireless headphones with great noise cancellation waiting for him. “So, I don’t know if you realized by the memorabilia, but my parents are professors at Columbia; my father teaches Economics, and my mom, sociology, but they have friends that teach the most amazing variety of subjects. One of them is a major scientist in Neurology, and he developed a frequency that makes bad feelings pass quicker than they would naturally. I have it on my phone, so put on these headphones, and I will play it for you.” For this part, I didn’t even need to use my power; he was in such a shaken state that obedience came naturally, without questioning, sitting in the bed and placing the equipment over his ears.
In quick actions, I confirmed that everything was working. Opened Spotify and pressed play on a generic white noise playlist. I tried calling his name, outside his field of vision, but the noise cancellation was really doing its trick, and he didn’t notice. I commanded him to blink 3 times, only to test if, without hearing, he would still follow my commands, and rest assured, he did. Great, now I just had to lay out my instructions.
With the palm of my hand planted on his thigh, I began: “Keep your eyes closed while there is sound playing." Almost instantly, his dark eyes closed down. For the first time, he was completely under my will, and I had to admit that this only made me chub in my shorts. “For each minute you listen to this noise, you will feel your sadness, regrets, anxieties, and every bad feeling that is occupying your mind right now reduce to a normal level.” I don’t know if it was wishful thinking, but I was sure his posture straightened a little after the command. He was returning to being the guy I knew. "At the same time, you will feel your usual feelings rise, especially your horniness. The moment the sound stops, you will feel your regular self back, but also extremely turned on. When this happens, you will remove the headphones and go to my room; there will be a surprise for you there, and you should indulge yourself.”
As I closed the door, I took one last look at my guest, sitting at the foot of the bed. His muscular upper body was moving in the rhythm of his deep breathing. The big chest moving up and down, perspiration giving it a natural glow, nipples begging to be squeezed. His strong legs spread, his short City training shorts leaving only a tiny part of his thighs covered. At the side of his mouth, I could very well see a tiny drop of saliva leaking from his lips, and on his crotch, a volume that wasn’t there before was for sure appearing. This guest room had never seen anything so erotic.
I had been waiting by the open door after the intercom rang to confirm if a certain Pedro Neto could go up. The elevator’s door popped open with a ’ding’. The footballer stepped out, a small overnight bag in his hands. He looked the other way first, then turned to face me, his neutral expression suddenly blossoming into one of his captivating smiles.
“Hey, bro! So bloody nice to see you!” He let out, dropping the bag at my side on the floor and hugging me tightly, the smell of his aftershave, fresh and woody at once, sending thrills through me.
“It’s been so long, man!” I replied, feeling up the Chelsea player’s strong, muscular torso with my arms, his body heat so inviting that I wouldn’t mind being wrapped around him all day long.
“Too long”.
“Right? We live in the same city, and we need to be across the ocean to meet each other.”
“I know, these last months have been crazy, but it is unimportant. I’m here!”
We broke away, and he bent down to fetch his discarded satchel. “Come on in, you can leave your bag in my room”.
The door closed with a heavy thump, marking the mind-blow that it was having 2 world class players under the roof of my childhood home. Neto didn’t seem to match my anxious state; he was relaxed. Skin tanned by the constant training sessions under the Philadelphia sun, contrasting with his white shirt.
“Nice place! It’s your folks’?”
“Yeah, they bought ages ago, back when good real estate cost 2 bags of beans”. I said as we walked through the corridor displaying family pictures of our trips, big achievements, and pets long gone.
“Sick, bro! They are here?”
“No, they go away every summer to the beach house.” We had just entered my room, the double bed looking to me as an empty stage awaiting the show to begin. There weren’t many signs that this room ever belonged to a kid, or a teenager. The moment I moved out, my parents made a small redo. Gone were my ’The Killers’ and Arctic Monkeys’ posters, my ironic prints, and the High School stuff. The only things remaining were the ones directly connected to my college. The centerpiece was the Columbia pennant hanging above the headboard. “We can do what we want here.”
My European friend left the bag on the study table in the corner and walked to me. A hungry look plastered over his face. He hugged me on my side, placing his head near my ear, goatee scratching my neck. “Great, cause I’m fucking horny”.
“Did you have red wine today to justify being this horny? That was your excuse, right?”
“No, I don’t drink through intense competitions like these”. The Player’s low voice was near enough to me that I could feel his warmth breathing on my skin. “But I have something else that makes me horny”.
His right hand carefully went down my body, feeling up my abs till reaching my crotch, where it didn’t take long to find my growing cock. “Oh yeah, and what is that?”
He licked my neck and groped my flesh tube through my sweat-cutoffs, sending a thrill down my spine. “Winning, and scoring. Which I’ve been doing, a lot.” his tongue glided over the soft skin of my neck, leaving a wet path, like a snail.
With a sudden movement, I put my arms around him, grabbing his denim-covered ass, and pulling him in front of me. Our bulges, even with our height difference, mashed together, creating a pleasurable pressure. He looked up at me with that malicious smile; one of my hands left the round cheeks to pat his face. “If the winner takes it all, then I know what you can start taking it,” I told him, smirking tenaciously and forcing my thumb into his mouth, which he gladly licked. This unlocked a new facet of my personality I didn’t know I had. Without thinking, I heard a “Good boy” coming out of my mouth. Followed by a “Now kneel”.
With eyes still glued to mine, he lowered himself, kneeling in front of me. My volume was obscene at this point, stretched to the side like a banana, with a tiny wet spot over the gray fabric where the head rested. He started to push my shorts down, but I stopped him with a hand over his head. “No. You got to ask first”.
The interruption visibly flustered him, but he obeyed, “Drew, can I?”
“’Can I’ what? Actually, you should beg for it”.
“Come on man, I’ve been in a drought for like three weeks”. But I didn’t soften my look, and he captured the message. Looking down, his defeated voice let out a “Drew, let me suck your cock, please?”
His stare returned to me, and I saw pure happiness appear on his face when I conceded the request with a friendly “Yeah, you can!” I barely had finished answering when his hands pulled my shorts down, releasing my cock that appeared in all its 7 inches glory for a few seconds before being grabbed by one of Pedro’s calloused hands.
“I couldn’t get this out of my mind, ever since Manchester,” he confessed, leaving a single peck on the tiny opening, as an introduction before assaulting the rest of it with innumerable kisses. It had been a week since my sword had received any attention apart from my hand, so it was only natural that a groan escaped my lips. I felt Neto’s nose rubbing around my equipment, even under my sack as he went down to lick me from taint to tip. His eyes were closed, and he moved shamelessly, but I had had enough of this teasing.
“Open up,” my demand anchoring him back to reality, making his eyes pop open, and his mouth stretching wide. “Show me your tongue”, and the muscle appeared pink and gleaming. With my hand on my dick, I tapped my gland over the pink carpet hanging off of the Chelsea Player opening. “Now, you suck it real good, just like you’ve been dreaming all these weeks. If you do, I will not only fuck you but get you an even better surprise”.
One thing about sportsmen is that they love a challenge. With Pedro it wasn’t different. In the blink of an eye, he was swallowing me with such practice and ease that it left me astonished. The footballer’s tongue was involved all around the head, as he kept munching the shaft as his hands grabbed my buttocks with gusto. “Damn, bro, who have you been sucking? You are way too good for a second timer”.
He extracted himself from me, blushing slightly. “No one, but I’ve been exploring with my girl. I started sucking her dildos after fucking her with them, also eating her out after I breed her. She even used a couple of her small ones in me”.
“Yeah, and do you like it?” He had resumed chewing the side of my pole, but stopped only enough to answer.
“Yeah, it’s such a thrill”.
“And what does she think about seeing her man swallow a rubber cock? And taking in the ass?” He licked my dick, catching a glob of my precum.
“She says it makes her wet. That it’s hot to see a guy without fragile masculinity”
“She is right, look at you …” I grabbed my cock, hitting him over his cheeks, making him smile that deviant smile of his “so little fragile masculinity, desperate to suck my dick like a slut”. As if prompted, he engulfed again my penis, looking up with those brown puppy eyes. I moved in and out, my palms on Neto’s head, pushing his nose closer and closer to my blond pubes. The sensations of the European hot mouth were amazing, even if I wasn’t pent up like I was. The way his tongue so desperately wrapped me, and how he really sucked me, creating almost a vacuum chamber around his teeth, was proof of the presence, if not of a professional, at least of a true devotee to the art of cock-sucking.
My enthusiasm for the shorter Portuguese abilities exceeded his capacities, with me pushing more of my American prick inside his mouth; I ended up knocking on the back of his throat. He gagged abruptly, extracting himself, exposing my spit-covered 7 inches to the room, as he coughed with tears running through his face.
“Sorry, dude,” I told him, giving him my hand so he could rise up. As I waited for him to get better, I finished undressing myself, removing the t-shirt and throwing it in a corner of the room. Pedro, seeing my movement, decided to mirror me, taking off his designer white tee and showing off his solid muscles. I walked in front of him, with my hands on the buttons of his jeans, and started to open them, one by one, as I licked his neck. “You did so good blowing me,” I murmured in his ear, my hands completely pushing the jeans down, even though it got stuck on his knees. “Maybe I should repay you”. I rubbed the thick 6 and a half inches, a little over 16cm of thick Portuguese meat, over the black CK’s.
“Isto. I mean, yes, please!” he moaned, my hand getting inside the waistband, touching his bare cock.
Although I was tempted to have the thick stump on my mouth again, I had other plans in mind. So I slid my hand to his hump, my fingers parking right between the crevices of the 2 melons, searching for Neto’s tiny pucker. The sudden change made a wild sound leave his body. “I think you favor this kind of repayment, don’t you?” My index teased his opening, moist only by his sweat.
“Anything. Please, just do me, whatever way you want.” Nicer words have never been heard before.
“Okay, so get naked and on all 4’s on the bed”. He undressed in a rush, leaving only the Nike socks on as he propped himself on hands and knees at my bed. Back facing the door, head to the window. The footballer’s plump cheeks were paler than his now golden skin; I guess his training routine had been intensive. A layer of tiny hairs that wasn’t there last time now covered the perfect mounds of flesh. I guess he hadn’t had time to manscape his private parts, to my utter delight.
With my hands on each of his rounded beauties, I parted them, exposing the pucker I had deflowered back at Ruben’s party. If he hadn’t told me that his girl had pushed her dildos inside it, I would’ve guessed that nothing else had entered this flesh gate since our first time. It was still overly tight, with the wrinkles making it look exactly like a rose bud. I leaned down, the manly smell assaulting my nose, a delicious mix of his early bath and his natural musk that made me forget all about caution and dive deep into his skin folds, licking the asshole like a starved man. A guttural “Ohhh YES” echoed in the room as his legs opened up even more for me.
I lapped at the pulsing chute for a few minutes, slowly teasing the tip of my tongue inside the athlete’s body until I finally pushed through. I wormed myself fully inside, tasting his ass like a main dish. Neto’s tight entrance clenched around me, creating a wicked rhythm, me probing my tongue at his love tunnel, and he winking around it. It didn’t take long for my fingers to join the party, at first the index, making good use of all the drool I had been purposely leaving inside him. “Jesus, I can’t believe how good this feels,” he moaned, back arching more, and hips pushing back, looking to be filled by my finger.
The middle one came next, joining in the index, allowing me to scissor the tight football pussy. The ease with which he opened himself was such a contrast to our first time that it really showed me he wasn’t lying. Something had been constantly pounding his ass, and the fact that it was his girl’s dildos was even hotter.
Stretching myself, I grabbed the bottle of lube on the side table, adding extra slickness to the lovely channel. The sounds that our bodies made together with our vocal expression of desire were tremendously erotic, leaving both of our dicks hard, as I guarantee with the hand that wasn’t buried in the Portuguese ass sliding over the thick veiny cock bobbing up and down below him, drop of precum on the tip. I jacked him off slowly, edging his dick to keep his mind completely horny.
I had to confess that I was tempted to pull myself up on my feet and stick my dripping shaft on the inviting button, but this would have to wait. It was time to release the beast. I removed my fingers and tongue. What made Pedro let out a sad whine. He came to me as I moved to the other side of the bed, the goatee framing his charmer smile. “I think it’s time you get to sucking again”. I told him, my hand shaking my pole in front of those enticing lips. Like a lamb to a nursing bottle, he was back to it in an instant. Eyes closed, he lost himself in the pleasures of male sex. Discreetly, I picked up my phone, waiting for me over the mattress. Without even needing to unlock, I paused Spotify, bracing myself cause there wasn’t going back now.
The Chelsea player was again doing a nice job swallowing my whanger. This time I was extremely vocal about it. “Yes, Pedro, suck my dick, man. You have such a good mouth!” I would say, screaming long loud noises in the process. This, of course, was to cover up the steps I knew were coming our way. “Can’t believe what a great cocksucker you become. Yeah, swallow the dick that converted you”. My approval seemed to motivate Neto even more. He dove deep, to a point I worried it would again hit the back of his throat. But my worries didn’t last long, because soon the other Portuguese appeared on the open doorframe.
Ruben had been transformed in those minutes under the fake frequency. The defined upper body was glistening from sweat. Each one of his sculpted muscles shone, like it had been anointed with oil. On his sky-blue shorts, a big stain indicated where the head of his dick had lain, leaking copious amounts of his sweet precum. The dark spot wasn’t the only indicator of his excitement; his big, almost 8 inches of uncut dick was crystal clear. But the thing that really showed me that the sad man that had arrived yesterday was gone was his eyes. The moment he appeared on the doorframe, he looked at me with the same intensity of an Iberian bull. His lips sealed in a stern feature. I didn’t need to invite him in; he knew he was invited, even if he wasn’t; in his current state, norms didn’t apply. He was a lustful warrior; if he saw something he liked, he would take it, and right now this something was his national team colleague.
Carefully, I put a finger over my lips, indicating he should be quiet. My other hand was busy, planted in the dark-haired hunk servicing me. Dias understood the assignment, carefully pushing his shorts down, showcasing the magnificent sight of his big erection that bobbed up and down as he silently walked to the bed. Pedro was still unaware, his mouth doing wonders, engulfing me. I watched the taller player’s movements attentively, wondering how on earth he would make his presence known. I left the Chelsea player’s ass ready for whatever the Centre-back had in mind.
The same thought crossed the tall fella’s mind as he stopped, momentarily appreciating the view. Big manly melons parted, maybe a glimpse of the tiny wet pucker I had previously tasted winking. But he didn’t ponder too much. Taking two of his fingers to his mouth, he slobbered all over them. Maneuvering himself between his friend’s legs, he stuck them in.
Time stopped. And at that moment I could appreciate each of their expressions. Pedro’s eyes shot wide open by the sudden intrusion, and the shock of not being as alone as he had thought us to be. His mouth, previously busy sucking me dry, opened up in a choked moan reverberating over my hardon. Dias, on the other hand, was biting his lip, probably fascinated by the moist reception that his friend asshole had just given his digits. Neto looked at me first, a quick look of terror before dislodging my meat from his mouth and turning his head back to see the mystery invader.
“RUBÉN, QUE PORRA É ESSA? O que estás a fazer aqui?” (Rubén, what the fuck? What are you doing here?) Pedro screamed, trying to untangle himself from us two, but his friend firmly put his other hand over his back, locking him in place.
“Relaxa, Pedrinho, vou cuidar muito bem deste teu cuzinho” (Relax, Pedrinho, I will take very good care of this little asshole of yours). And as he finished that, he started pistoning the fingers in and out of the other player’s tight hole as the hand on the back began massaging it. “I saw how well you took it back to my place. I was on my way to the kitchen to get the morning aspirin for Maya and me when I heard moans. I thought you had discovered how much of a slut Drew here is …” Dias looked at me and winked seductively. “But imagine my surprise to see that the slut in question was you!”
Pedro tried to oppose, but only a deep “Ohhhh” came out of his puffy lips. I took a step back, watching their interaction unfold from my privileged position. “I’m not a slut, seu puto,” the Chelsea player stammered, but while his voice pledged one thing, his hips, pushing back at the fingers that filled him, said another.
Dias, seeing he started to like it, removed himself from the warm channel. Kneeling between the monumental legs of the other Portugal player. Leaning over, he glued his muscular chest over the golden back. His head was right next to his friend’s ears as he said: “Puto é? Pois esse puto aqui vai te comer” (Puto, yeah? So this Puto here is gonna fuck you). With that, the City athlete humped the other player, making his big cock rub over the carnal entrance. Without even thinking about it, my hand found my hard dick and jerked it a little to the hot scenario unrolling in front of me. “But first, Pedrinho, …” he licked his friend’s neck before resuming “… I will eat your pussy, just like you saw me do to every girl I banged by your side all those summers”. The tongue snaked between the trapezius of his hunky teammate, licking his skin clean, tasting his sweat and reluctant desire before slithering between the slightly hairy globes and burying himself in the delicious trench I had explored before. Neto’s defenses melted as the City’s centre-back worked his magic. His brown puppy-eyes rolled back.
“Fucker! Porra! Caralho!” he exclaimed, his muscled back arching more and more to facilitate the work of the mouth rimming him.
I put my hands over his dark hair and caressed it, making him open his eyes and look at me. “He is really good, right?”
“Yeah, so fucking good, but …” He stopped talking to let out a sultry moan “… you set me up! Lucky for you I’m so fucking horny. I don’t like when people trick me”.
I clenched my fingers in his hair, pulling it tighter as I lowered my head to whisper to him. “Tell yourself that, but we both know how hard you came last time with me talking about your friend fucking you like the whore that you are”. He seemed speechless, the pleasure he was feeling and the truth bomb I had just dropped clouding his brain, preventing any quick talkback. I raised up, the hand still firmly planted on his head, and was ready to make him suck my dick, but apparently Ruben had other plans.
“Let’s put you on your back,” his strong voice said, as his hands grabbed the buff 5’8” like he was nothing and turned him, making the mattress squeak with the sudden shift. “I want to look at your face as I fuck you,” Were his explanation as he manhandled Pedro in position, like a rag doll. He put a pillow under the other Portuguese’s lower back and spread his big, luscious thighs.
“No man, you got it all wrong. We are friends …”
The bigger guy cut the protest short by grabbing the girthy erection resting over the six-pack of the lying guy. “Bro, if I got it wrong, and you don’t want this, why your dick so hard?” He stroked the hardon, scooted closer, placed his dick above the other, and resumed the jerking off motion. “You are leaking so much that I will use it to lube my own cock. Fuck you with your own precum; would that make you happy? Kinda nasty, don’t you think, Drew?”
Taking the cue, I joined them in bed, one of my hands sliding over Ruben’s defined back, while the other tweaked Pedro’s nipples. “Nasty for sure, but he is a nasty slut. I’m sure he will love it.” Coming closer, I started to kiss Dias’ neck, but he turned, mashing our mouths together as I slid my hand to grab his firm ass, and Neto moaned, his hands grasping the sheets. Still unknown to me if it was from the fisting his dick was receiving or seeing his macho friend kissing another guy, or both.
We parted our lips and the fist stopped moving with the 2 cocks simultaneously. “It ’s time”, the City player declared. “Pedrinho, amigo, estás pronto para ser fodido pelo seu macho?”. (Pedrinho, are you ready to be fucked by your man?). But he didn’t give him the time to respond, and by a quick rearrangement of his hips impaled the first inches of his delicious cock inside his friend’s ass.
Pedro looked at me, panic in his face as the first instant’s pain hit him. “MERDA, devagar!” (Shit, go slow!) He cried out, but differently from the night I broke him in; now it didn’t take too long for the pain to move out of the way, giving space for the pleasure. The Portuguese hips glued to his ass started moving with the familiar intense style that I knew very well how it felt plowing in your love tunnel. The sight was gorgeous, these 2 man, star players in peak male form, ravishing each other. Ruben’s taller, shredded physique completely overpowering Pedro’s stockier build, their bodies sweaty, glowing like fresh varnish; I couldn’t keep my hands off my dick. What brought me back from my state of admiration was the sounds, and not the soft creaks of the mattress against the bedframe. It also wasn’t Dias’ animalistic groans, but his friend’s sexual screams.
“Yeah, just like that. You don’t have to pretend anymore; you love my big dick ravishing this slutty hole of yours, don’t you?” The authoritarian player asked, his hand on the other’s jaw, forcing their eyes to stare.
“Jesus, FUCK, yeah, I love it! Ok, are you happy now?” The younger player answered, his thick thighs embracing the top’s back.
“See, no shame in being truthful to yourself.” he extracted almost all of himself before sliding all of his almost 20 centimeters of man meat inside. “See, now we can do this every opportunity. Have you thought about that?” He kept repeating the abrupt in and out as he spoke. “When I play in London, I will fuck you. When you go to Manchester, I will fuck you. When we play for the Seleção (National Team), I will fuck you. When we have training camps, I will find a time window especially to drill this hungry ass. In the summer I will fuck you so much that this pussy of yours will keep the shape of my dick”.
This erotic scenario painted by Ruben had an impact not only on my dripping inches, but also on Pedro Neto, who decided to push it even further. “Yeah, that will be awesome; maybe that’s what you are destined to be, my personal life-sized sex toy. Is it your agenda free for the next few weeks, right? I can sneak you into the HQ down in Philly; this way you can lick my ass after every win. Leave sparkling clean to win this fucking tournament”.
Dias’ eyes darkened, but his cunning smile blossomed: “Yeah, I’ll eat your ass, then I will fuck you with my four-time Premiership-winning cock; it’s bound to give you some good luck”.
“Luck? I guess your luck ran out, man. First the league, 3rd place after 4 consecutive years of winning it? Then this Club Cup, eliminated by a Saudi team? That ’s rough”. The older Portuguese’s nostrils expanded; the brat winger’s comments striking a chord. “Maybe being an escort for me to hop on every time I want it’s a nice career path. What do you think, big guy?”
Drilling him hard, jackhammering like a machine, the Centre-back just ordered it: “Drew, push your cock in his mouth; he is better sucking it than speaking nonsense anyway.” And who was I to deny a request like this? Pedro, or better, Pedrinho, took it naturally, a proud spark in his eyes as he winked at me, my pubes glued to his nose as his tongue bathed my hardon for the 3rd time in the day. My hands traveled around the 2 bodies at my reach: Ruben’s heavy pecs, Pedro’s washboard abs or glistening erection. My mouth also joined in the fun, colliding with the taller European’s lips, our tongues dancing in a heated ritual. I could have kissed him for hours, but I saw how kissing me was slowing him down in his fury, so I set his mouth free, and ran my blond 5 o’clock shadow through his neck, and went lower. Lifting his arms, I breathed in his musk, manly and animal, contrasting with the fragrance of the expensive deodorant he used. Not even thinking about it, I began licking the dark hairs, savoring each drop of sweat I could find as if it was a precious elixir. I rubbed his nippled buds, pinching and rolling them like I knew he liked it.
Deciding I needed to show some love to the bratty Chelsea player, I let Dias’ pit go, and, lying over Neto’s muscular body, I began to lick his chunky cock, forming a 69. I felt the moaning vibrations on my dick as my tongue wrapped around his mushroom head. I slobbered all around his shaft, the smell of precum and his personal scent overpowering my nose, while feeling my balls resting on his forehead.
“Yeah, Drew, keep doing it like that. He is winking like mad. So fucking tight, he is gonna make me cum so soon”. This sentence made my sucker moan even more, which only translated into vibrations and muffled gasps.
“I guess he likes that,” I said, momentarily letting go of the penis I pleased.
“Of course he likes that. What whore do you know don’t like to get bred? He is probably crazy to have my boys swimming inside him. Are you also close?”
Again I stopped my blowing to answer him, “I’ve been close to cumming for 3 times”.
The Portuguese standing in front of me gave a devilish smile. “Great, don’t cum yet, I want you to breed this pussy after me. Nothing better than sharing a slut with a bro”.
The only way to prevent cumming was for me to break apart the mutual pleasing session me and Pedro were having. “Man, you are driving me crazy. I was this close to cum in your mouth,” he spoke right after I removed my spit-covered dick from his lips.
“And who told you you were allowed to? Andrew and I are the only ones that can approve that. You are ours”.
“Man, come on, just let me cum” Neto tried to argue, his hand making a move to grab his own dick, but Rubes stopped him in his tracks with just a look of reprobation. Making the youngster groan in frustration with his dick hard.
I moved behind the Portuguese stallion, my wet hardon sliding naturally between his tanned cheeks as my hands manhandled his big pecs. In the nape of his neck, I could faintly smell his delicious perfume. “Don’t get any ideas,” he warned me, the muscular butt flexing around my meat.
“Relax, big guy, I’m just waiting my turn. Now go on, flood his asshole”. The athlete began to let out loud “Oh” and long “Yess”, making me double down on the dirty talking “Make him wet for me, the only idea I have is to plow your sloppy seconds”.
“Isso puto, me fode! Estás a estourar meu cu!” (Yeah, fucker, drill me! You’re ripping my ass apart,” the bottom screamed, his legs flapping on both of our sides, like puppets.
The whole thing just culminated all of a sudden. I felt my dick being clenched by Ruben’s asscheeks, milking my precum on his trench, making it extra slippery. Taking the opportunity, I humped him, teased his hard nipples, and manhandled his heavy breasts. Pushing him closer and closer to his edge. Somehow, even he, the dominating guy in our trio, couldn’t hold anymore. “FUCK I’M CUMMING.” he kept pushing his dick in and out of Pedro, but not with that incredible speed, but with slow and deep motions. “Isso, caralho, vou inundar seu cu” (Yeah, fuck, I’m flooding your ass).
Neto seemed to be riding the wave together with his countryman; his eyes were closed, his hands obeying the order he was given had busy themselves clutching the sheets, and his cock had a nice pearl of precum flowing from its head.
With a clenching sound, Dias removed his dick from the no longer tight hole, and pushing me from behind him, he lay on the bed beside the other man. “Your turn, Drew; this wet pussy awaits you,” he said, turning on his side and pinching the other Portuguese nipple.
“Stop pinching my nips, man. And I don’t have a pussy; it’s an ass,” the younger player protested.
“Ass or pussy, I bet you want our host to slide his Yankee cock into it. Am I wrong?” his friend asked, fingers still on the other’s chest.
With my eyebrows and look, I questioned the athlete holding missionary position till he snorted, “Fine, yeah, I want it. Are you happy now?” he turned his face to see his grinning friend. “Go on, mate, fuck me!”
I couldn’t refuse an invitation like this, so I put myself between his sculpted legs. His rosebud was puffy and winking nonstop, with traces of white cum dripping from it. I scooped the cum with the pink head of my dick, and making good use of my natural lubrication, stuck it in. The City’player really did a number on him, cause his insides were soggy, and soft like butter. I could feel the Iberian’s juices flowing around me, making it so smooth and easy to just lay it on him, no warming up needed. The moans appeared right after; Pedrinho’s lips parted and the symphony of “Ohs” and “Fuck me”, “So good”, “Vai, me fode” erupted in his lovely accent.
Rubes began to tease his equipment again, the soft cock covered in cum and ass juices evolving again into a semi. “It’s so hot seeing him moan like that. So fucking depraved. Makes me want to shut him in really creative ways”. He said, and soon began moving. He put himself over Pedro’s blissful face, and to our absolute surprise, sat on his friend’s face. “Ahh, this will muff him. He can kiss my ass in the meantime”.
This new development gave me even more energy to fuck the eager moist channel in front of me. Seeing the taller guy’s lustful face as, what can I only imagine, the other’s tongue pierced through the muscled gates of the virgin manhole. Tasting his rich personal musk, giving him the soft pleasure of a rimjob. The duo was suddenly lost in their own bubble. Dias, after being in a static position, began to shift, dragging his hips over his shorter teammates’ goatee. Which also began moving with more energy, his hands spreading the golden cheeks for easy access to what probably was a winking asshole.
I kept fucking, my hands exploring the legs by my side, the nipples of both Europeans, and from time to time a timid jerk in the girthy in front of me. I was lost in the pleasure wave to the point that I only noticed something had changed when I heard Rubens moaning before saying with a voice tarnished by annoyance, “Take this finger out of me; nothing goes this way”. But apparently Pedrinho didn’t obey, because only one hand was on the other man’s hips. The other one was nestled beside his tongue, the first object to finally break through the moody barricade of the Manchester City defender.
Besides his initial protest, the big Iberian let it be; apparently the new stimulus was having an effect on him, since his dick had fully grown to a hardon again, and was hovering right above the younger guy’s upper chest. “I will let you just cause you are a friend, and I almost drilled you a new one. So yeah, stick this tongue and this finger inside my hole. See what a tight ass looks like, something you no longer own”. The answer came only as a muffled sound that made Rubes giggle. “Taste me, taste your man’s ass, the guy that, together with this blonde handsome fucker that’s fucking you right now, owns you”. Another sound came from underneath. “I know you love it, buddy; from now on you are ours”.
The dirty talking got me horned up, and I knew I was close to cumming, so I really started plowing Neto’s pussy like my life depended on it. I thought he would squirm and groan as I assaulted his most private place, but in reality the sound that surprised me was Rubes, jumping out of the face in which he was sitting. “Dois não, pah!” (Two, no!) As a smirking Pedro laughed with that daredevil smile of his.
The laughter was contagious, and even I, busy as I was, started laughing as a stern Ruben Dias stood by the side. “What’s the problem, Rubes? A big macho guy like you couldn’t handle two fingers in the ass?” the younger guy asked. His hands, now free, grabbed the back of his own knees. He brought his thighs even closer to his chest, making himself more available to me.
“Of course I could handle it,” he said, full off bravado. “But I don’t want to. I’m not like you guys. I don’t get fucked”.
“Oh, you don’t know what you are missing; look at your bro right now, completely bricked up being plowed for the second time,” I said between quick breaths. My main focus still being to enjoy the wet cavern which I was hammering.
“Oh yeah, man, it feels so good, I should’ve tried sooner,” The Chelsea winger confessed, groaning deliriously. “It’s just sex anyway; besides, you think this makes me less of a man? I will fuck my girl after dinner, you can bet on it. GOD, DREW, THERE!” I kept hitting the same spot, but he kept talking. “You would look so good getting fucked, man. Your legs wrapped around me, your body so strong, like fucking a sculpture, those marble ones, so hot!” The visual began to creep in my mind, and for a few seconds I pictured under me a sweaty Dias, his macho pose still on as I drilled my dick in his golden Portuguese manhole. Pedro continued painting his picture, “Or maybe you would like to ride us, so bossy, up and down on a cock like the strongest cowboy in the west. I bet you would love it, letting it go”.
The scene the brat was describing made the Manchester defender’s eyes darken more than they already were. So it wasn’t a surprise when he ordered: “Andrew, fuck this bitch on all 4’s; I will shut him up in a way his rascal hands are far away from my ass.”
I didn’t even question him. Seeing the duo bickering with one another was so hot, and indulged so many fantasies I didn’t know I had, that I could only obey. Pulling myself out of Neto’s gaping hole, I tried to roll him the same way Ruben did, but his bulking physique didn’t make it easier for me. Seeing my struggle, the other European took the task in his own hands, literally, and turned his friend around, pushing him away from the headboard. “Stop manhandling me!” the shorter Iberian protested, putting himself on his hands and knees and bent over, eager.
His taller teammate gave away a small laugh. Grasping one of the guy on all fours’ pecs, squeezing it. “Sure, I will stop when you stop liking it”. He let go of the pectoral and lay down in front of the brunette’s head, legs sprawled and his hard dick right below the slutty player. “Now, lower your head and blow me”.
I was behind Pedro’s magnificent ass, giving a few laps of his pulsing hole, savoring the drops of sweet cum deposited there, when his ass rose more, pressing my tongue deeper. The sounds of sucking didn’t take long to appear, Dias’ authoritative grunts letting no doubt that his friend was sucking him, the cock that just recently had been fucking him. Geez, the debauchery was so much that I had to cut my rimming short. With a few more drops of lube in my pink head, I started inserting it one more time, awaiting Neto to find his rhythm. This way I didn’t even have to move, as he pulled his mouth on and off of one dick he pushed and pulled himself on my cock.
“Fuck Yeahs” rolled around freely in the room. The 2 of us rejoicing in the spit roasting while exchanging accomplished smiles. Even Pedro would sometimes take the girthy tool from his mouth and let out a “Yeah, so fucking good” or something I couldn’t understand in his native language.
But this slow movement didn’t last much longer; I had been edging for too long, and suddenly all the pent-up cum in my balls made me impatient. With my hands gripping the golden hips in front of me, I started really laying down hard. “Damn! There is the Drew I saw in my guestroom,” Ruben said, his hand raised so he could high-five me. “Go on, gajo, breed this pussy!” He cheered me up as our hands made contact, both slick with different body fluids.
I pumped in and out like a mad man, the tender feeling of his insides massaging my slippery rod. I felt my balls slapping his ass, each hit sending me closer and closer to the ultimate goal. His hole was clenching on me, almost eager for my juices, and well, I was eager to give it to him. “I’M COMING, MAN, I’M COMING, HERE IT GOES,” I screamed as the first volley went out like a missile. I felt all the sexual energy I’ve been storing for the past few days finally getting out of my system. The other shots followed soon after, completely drenching the tight channel.
“Oh, man! Fuck I’m so full!” the Chelsea winger moaned and went back to suck down the almost 8 inches of manmeat in front of him.
“He is so full, but wants another load in his mouth; look how hungry he is,” the Manchester City centre back commented. “You did well in showing him how good he was at man-on-man sex”.
A smile blossomed on my face. I was out of breath, but with ease I removed my cock from the ass, leaving the muscled gate gapping, cum slowly being pushed out. With my finger, I scooped whatever I could find of cum, and, lying by Ruben’s side, smeared the white substance over his cock, soon being engulfed by Pedro, who let out a lascivious whimper when he tasted the stuff. I kept playing with the body of the man beside me. Worshiping his muscles and erogenous zones without any plan in mind.
I lost track of time, being brought back to reality when Dias announced his second load of the day, disposed of with all the ferocity he was used to applying on the mouth working on him. The other athlete sucked it all, lapping dutifully at the dark red knob until not a single trace of semen was seen. When the job was done, he pulled himself closer, his hard, thick dick so full and throbbing that it looked possessed. “Now it’s my time to drench you,” he said confidently to his teammate. And with only a couple of strokes, he started to shower his taller bro with his cum.
The white volleys hit pecs, abs, even his neck, making him complain, “You, fucker, you better clean this up”. Turning his head to face me with a fake disgusted expression: “I take it back, Drew, you created a monster.”
“Don’t worry, big guy, the monster will let you sparkling clean,” the other Portuguese said, a devilish grin on his goatee as he lowered his head and began to lick each puddle of his own jizz on the bronze skin. He took his time, his tongue bathing Ruben’s muscles, sliding at each nook and cranny he could find. I could see Dias’ effort in disguising his excitement over the worship. Pedro didn’t even seem to notice. He had already licked the torso completely when he went for the neck, and from there to the jaw. Soon both players were lost in a makeout session. Their toned limbs embraced each other, as their lips kept glued in a sensual kiss.
I would be satisfied just to observe the carnal reconciliation of this friendship. They decided simultaneously that I had to join them, and well, I would decline an invitation like this. Leaning over the duo, I let myself be swollen by the hunky European athletes in our afternoon delight.
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