Date: Sun, 15 May 2016 23:44:18 +0200
From: Josh Corrigan <joshcorrigan94@gmail.com>
Subject: Draxler's discoveries: a first time for everything

Draxler: a first time for everything

Disclaimer: the story below is fiction. It is not intended to imply
anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any
personal knowledge about their private lives.

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July 4th, 2014, Rio de Janeiro. In the famous Maracană football stadium,
the World Cup quarter final between France and Germany had just finished.
The German team had beaten the French with a 1 versus 0 score, so the
atmosphere in their dressing room was one of satisfaction and
steadfastness.  The promising Schalke 04 star Julian Draxler had rather
mixed feelings, while he was getting dressed.  Being only 20 years old,
this was his first World Cup and he didn't get to play yet in the
tournament.  Not hard to understand, this frustrated him a little.
Furthermore, he was tired because of the travelling back and forth to the
German's team base camp in Brazil and of watching a very boring game. But
most of all, he was bothered by the fact that his girlfriend back at home
hadn't replied his messages for a couple of days. He missed her and despite
his tiredness, he was getting hornier every day. He put on his grey Adidas
t-shirt and white shorts and realized that the hot and humid Brazilian
climate made him already sweating again. Julian could be really proud of
his body: 6' 2", a muscular, hairless soccer chest and abs of steal, strong
arms, a smooth skin, short black hair and dark eyes. In short, his
girlfriend must be plain stupid not to answer his texts.

In the other dressing room, the French team was feeling downhearted. At the
start of the tournament they really thought they might get far, which would
have been a long time ago. And now the way in which they got knocked
out.. They were so close of beating the German team, the number one
favorite for winning the whole thing. Young talent Antoine Griezmann was
completely whacked, physically but even more emotionally. The manager had
put a lot of faith in him during this World Cup, but somehow the Real
Sociedad striker felt that he was responsible for the defeat. He couldn't
even control his tears after the final whistle. Back in the dressing room,
his teammates comforted him, but most of them were in a hurry to get out of
the stadium. Since they were out of the tournament, tonight was their last
night in Brazil, and they wanted to have at least one night off before they
left for France. Griezmann didn't really care for hurrying and wanted to
take a long hot shower. He got out of his football outfit, revealing his
smooth, almost hairless chest and strong legs.  His blue eyes, brown hair
and a small moustache summed up to a total package that was quite cute.

Julian Draxler and his teammates had left their dressing room and were
walking towards the bus that would take them back to their base camp. He
had his earphones on, listening to Stolen Dance by Milky Chance. Stepping
on the stairs of the bus, Julian suddenly realized he'd forgotten to pack
his football shoes: they were still in the dressing room. He went back
inside but somehow got lost in the maze of dressing rooms and hallways of
the Maracană. The corridors and rooms he ran through were already
completely abandoned, so he couldn't ask anyone where to go. He presumed he
must have been near the French dressing room, when he suddenly heard the
noise of a shower and someone moaning. The more he tried to hear where the
exactly the noise came from, the more curious he became. He turned down the
volume of the song still playing through his earphones. Soon enough, he
realized the noise came from the showers. Somehow, the moaning sounds even
turned him on a little. Quietly he tiptoed to the wall that separated the
showers from the rest of what was the French dressing room quarters. He
turned his head around the corner and what he saw made him go through a
rollercoaster of emotions.

One of the French young talents, Antoine Griezmann, was leaning against the
wall, underneath one of the showerheads and was jerking off. He was even
playing with a small dildo up his ass. Julian's emotions went from
curiosity to disbelief and maybe just a small hint of disgust. The disgust
quickly disappeared however, as a joyful tingling feeling in his stomach
took its place. Draxler recognized this feeling as sheer sexual lust, which
was getting more and more expressed by his growing hard on, painfully
pressing against his tight white shorts. As he stood there spellbound,
staring at this French dude pleasing himself, the water in the shower
suddenly stopped running. Griezmann looked up from his assplay, pushing the
button that made the hot water stream over his smooth body again, but also
becoming aware that he was being watched. He looked up to the wall where
Draxler stood, their eyes interlocked for a split second, but then Draxler
quickly turned around the corner.  Normally, he should have run away,
because, you know, he wasn't gay or anything. He had a girlfriend that he
loved, so why would he even be interested here. But somehow something kept
him from running. As he stood there with his heart beating up his chest, he
heard a voice speaking English with a strong French accent:
 "You can watch, if you want".

Above all, this came as a relief for Julian, although he became a bit
nervous too. Curiosity got the better of him and he turned around the
corner. Griezmann bit his underlip and gave Draxler a horny look, while
shoving the dildo deep between his muscled legs. This made Julian lose all
doubt and restraint. He had to do something about that 8 inch cock that was
now rock hard, so he unbuttoned his shorts and let his manhood pop out.

 "Are you sure you don't mind?" he asked in a slight German accent.

 "Not at all" Griezmann responded, staring with lustful eyes at Draxler's
cock. Then he played around with his sex toy and dick and started moaning
again. Draxler started wanking fiercely with his right hand, lifting up his
shirt with his left to stroke his abs and nipples. Both football talents
watched each other intensely while playing with their own bodies.

After some time, Julian kicked his shoes off and got out of his shorts. He
walked further into the shower and activated the shower right next to the
one of Griezmann. The hot water made him even more horny and he saw that
Griezmann was completely turned on by the fact that the water made
Draxler's shirt cling tight to his strong, broad chest. Without saying a
word, Antoine Griezmann got down on his knees and took Julian's dick in his
hand, stroking it up and down. Then he took the head into his mouth. He
loved the taste of this German stud and took his dick further and further
down, until he felt it banging against the back of his throat. This made
him choke and cough a little and Julian felt a bit responsible. He stroked
the back of Griezmann's head and let him stand up again.  Next, Julian
leaned in for a deep wet kiss, pushing his French lover to the shower wall.

They stood there kissing for a couple of minutes, letting extatic gasps
escape from their mouths in between, as the hot water caressed their
exhausted but longing bodies. Julian broke off the kiss and took up the
dildo that had fallen to the floor. Antoine smirked at his German lover and
spread his legs as he lowered his back along the shower wall. Draxler knelt
in front of him. He started stroking Griezmann's dick with his left hand
and with his right he softly pushed the dildo back up the Frenchman's
ass. Antoine started moaning again and Julian said something in German that
he didn't understand but it sounded very strong and passionate. With each
push of the dildo, Antoine felt his body shiver. He bucked his body up and
down the sex toy and looked Julian straight into his eyes. He wanted this
boy so bad now. Julian loved to see how he was pleasing Antoine. He went
along with the excitement and took the French boy's cock all the way into
his mouth. Both his right hand and his head were now moving back and
forth. Antoine was now moaning so loud that anyone near the showers must
have heard it.

But at this point, neither of the boys cared about that. Draxler let the
dildo for what it was, got up from his knees and gave Griezmann another
deep kiss. Next, he lifted him off the floor, taking the French boy's legs
into his arms. Excited, he positioned his large cock at Antoine's ass and
softly pushed it inside. "Ahh Julian, fuck me!" Antoine moaned and his eyes
rolled to the back of his head with delight. The French accent somehow made
Julian go wild and he rapidly pushed his dick in and out of the French
boy's virgin asshole. With each thrust, Antoine shortly
sighed. "Ah. Ah. Yeah. Ahh."

They leaned in closer to each other for another deep kiss. Draxler kept on
going for some time: he was now unstoppable. He loved the feeling of his
cock deep inside that tight ass and worked very hard to get it in there all
the way. "Fuck yeah, I love your ass Antoine" he moaned between thrusts.
Antoine now felt Julian hit some pleasure buttons deep inside him, bringing
him close to climax.  "Ahh, yeah German beast. Fuck me. Ahh, j'arrive!" he
shouted. Julian kept fucking and felt Antoine's ass tighten its grip around
his cock. Hot spurts of thick cum shot out of the French international's
cock, landing on his abs. By the sight of this, Julian was coming close
too. He leaned in for another kiss and slowed down his pace. "I'm coming,"
he softly moaned as he shot a huge and creamy load inside Griezmann's ass.

Completely exhausted, he let his cock pop out and let go off his lovers
legs. Antoine quickly knelt down and took Draxler's dick inside his mouth,
hungry for the last bits of sperm, sucking him completely dry.

When he finally got up, Julian looked at him and giggled.

 "Haha, there's some.. – come here," he said and pulled Antoine close to
lick off a bit of his own cum that stuck to the smaller boy's upper lip.

 "Thanks for this." Griezmann smiled.

 "Yeah, you too... We'd better find a good excuse to tell the others.. I
should go now." Draxler responded. Then he got out of the shower, put his
clothes back on and went to find his shoes.

The next afternoon, Julian got a text message that read

 "Hi Julian. You didn't talk to anyone about our fun yesterday, did you?
AG". Julian would never tell anyone, he wouldn't dare to because he loved
his girl. So he replied:

 "No. I would never. Thanks again. JuL" Another text followed quickly
after:

 "Ok thanks. Would you do it again?" This time, Julian took some time to
answer since he hadn't thought about that yet. Finally, as he couldn't stop
smiling when he thought about what had happened the day before, he answered

 "Anytime".


So far the first episode of Julian discovering a kind of sexual appetite
that's completely new to him.

More to come. Any feedback or suggestions: joshcorrigan94@gmail.com