Date: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 18:07:32 +0100 From: Liam Robbins Subject: Fun with Footballers - Chapter 2: Two?s Company (Luke Shaw & Jack Wilshere) Chapter 2: Two's Company (Luke Shaw & Jack Wilshere) This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. A note from the author: In my opinion, there aren't enough sexy, smutty stories about all the hot famous footballers in the world. That's why I have decided to write this. You might notice that I write this story, and any other chapters, in the first person perspective, and without giving the main character a name. This is just in case any of you naughty readers fancy putting yourself in the place of the main character (which of course, you do!). I try to keep the stories short and full of filth because that's what I know you want, but still keep it detailed enough for you I hope. Enjoy! Please email me at funwithfootballers@hotmail.com with any comments or suggestions of things you would like to see. If I like the sound of any ideas and they end up in a chapter, I will give the person who suggested it a mention. Nifty requires donations to maintain the site and keep the stories coming in. If you could donate, please go to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html - After the morning I had just had in Luke Shaw's bed, there was no way I was leaving any time soon. Wierdly, most of the rest of the day passed without much acknowledgement of what the two of us had actually done together. The rest of the morning and the afternoon were filled with Xbox games, films, TV, music and trying to remember what we could about the party the night before. Only from time to time did Luke and I share a knowing look about what we had done together. Now, it is late afternoon, and me and Luke are relaxing in front of the TV. I am stretched out on one sofa, wearing the same jeans, shirt and precum stained boxers as the night before. Luke is on the other sofa, topless, wearing a clean pair of CK boxers and jeans. Luke had spent most of the day topless, much to my sexual frustration. I wanted him again, but didn't want to force it in case he took issue with me. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Luke looking across at me, looking thoughtful. "You know what. I fancy an early night." He says, smiling. "It's only four o'clock." I say, after glancing at my phone, chuckling. "A very early night, then," he replies, his blue eyes undressing me. I giggle and nod. "Alright, I suppose I could use an early night." I say playfully. Luke stands up from the sofa and starts to walk across to me. With me still lying on the sofa, he walks right up close, and stands with his groin and the level of my face. I can't help but stare at his groin, imagining the contents of his boxers. I glance up at him, seeing his cheeky grin again. I love that grin. "Come on, then." He says, gesturing for me to get up. As I begin to rise from the sofa, the doorbell rings. "Oh, perfect timing." Luke says sarcastically. I am sat on the edge of the sofa, my legs either side of Luke's, my hands sliding up his thighs and resting on his hips. "You could always ignore it." I suggest. "I could," he replies. "But I shouldn't. It could be to do with the football club. I'd get in trouble if I ignored them." To my disappointment, Luke slips out of my grip and walks out of the room to the door. I slump back on the sofa, cursing the doorbell for interrupting us. I hear voices at the door. One is Luke's and the other sounds familiar. I hear the word `mate' thrown around a few times. The voices get louder as they approach the room. Luke walks in first and says to me. "Have you met Jack?" I sit bolt upright again on the sofa as Jack Wilshere follows Luke into the room. "No, I haven't." I say, a little star-struck. Wearing a white t-shirt, unzipped red hoodie and grey tracksuit bottoms, he looks every bit as hot as Luke, maybe even hotter. His hoodie sleeves are rolled up, showing off the tattoos on his arm. His t-shirt hugs his toned body. "Yes you have." Jack replies, taking a seat on the other sofa. "I was at the party at this place last night, but you weren't really in a good state to remember who was there I guess." I grin, "I suppose." Luke takes a seat on the sofa next to Jack. I suddenly wonder if Luke has told Jack about what Luke and I did together. Jack says, "Me, Aaron and Theo left the party last night after Theo said he was feeling sick. We took him home, and then Aaron and me tried out a few clubs." "Any good?" Luke asks him. For a moment, I am sure I glimpse Luke glancing down at Jack's chest. "Not bad." Jack replies, and then looks over at me. "Anyway, what happened with you guys? I heard from some other people who were here, said they saw Luke carrying you upstairs. I hope Luke wasn't trying to take advantage of you in your state." Jack laughs, and turns back to Luke and pats him on his exposed abs. "It's alright. I'm sure nothing happened, right?" There is silence in the room. I look over at Luke, who returns the uncertain look. The silence continues, getting a little awkward. Jack realises. "It did, didn't it? You guys did something!" He smiles, looking really excited. He looks at me, saying, "What was it? Did you wank Luke off or something? Suck his cock. Don't tell me you actually fucked!" Luke and I remain silent, looking at each other, wondering who is going to say it first. Luke eventually breaks the silence. "We got each other off." Luke says. Jack smirks, "I knew it. How?" I am surprised when Jack asks for more details. Luke replies, "He gave me a lap dance and made me cum, and I jacked him off in return." "Yeah, but only after Luke woke me up by feeling my cock." I jump in. "You two! You're so dirty." Jack says, smiling. "So what have you been doing all day? Sucking each other off or something?" Silence again. "No?" Jack said incredulously, "You guys haven't done anything else all day? Oh man, that's just not good enough." Jack reaches his right hand over to Luke, and grabs Luke's groin. "I bet you want his lips all over this don't you, Lukey boy?" Luke doesn't say anything, just looks over at me and smiles. Jack sees the look that Luke gives me. "Get over here." Jack orders me. Without hesitation, I slide off the sofa onto my hands and knees and crawl in between Luke's legs. I look at his groin with Jack's hand rubbing it, seeing a clear bulge beneath. Jack unbuttons Luke's jeans for me and slides them down along with Luke's boxers. I help pull Luke's jeans and boxers down over his ankles and throw them aside. Luke's shaved and solid eight inches stands up tall. I lick my lips, my hands feeling Luke's muscular thighs. Jack replaces his hand on Luke's groin, grabbing Luke's cock, and jerking it slowly. Luke moans softly, watching Jack's hand rub his cock. Luke leans back on the sofa, hands behind his head, muscles flexing as he moves. "I can't believe you never sucked this cock." Jack says to me. "Go on. Your turn now, mate." Jack removes his hand from Luke's cock. Luke looks frustrated for a moment, wanting his cock to be pleasured again. I grab Luke's cock and start wanking it like Jack did. Luke looks down his body at me, smiling. "Damn, you look so good sat right there." Luke says. I shuffle up closer, nestling myself between Luke's legs. I grab the base of his cock and lick the head. That elicits a small moan from Luke. Jack leans back on the sofa, watching me. Jack has his hand down his tracksuit bottoms, rubbing his cock through his boxers. I lick down Luke's length and back up again, before circling my tongue around the head, tasting a little drop of precum. "Oh my God, that's so hot." Jack moans, rubbing his cock a little faster. "Suck it." I open my lips around Luke's cock, taking the head into my mouth, provoking a slightly longer moan from Luke. I take a little more of his cock into my mouth, jacking the base of his cock with my hand. I start bobbing my head up and down on his cock, tasting more precum as it drips out. I remove my hand from Luke's cock and both my hands slide up onto his abs, feeling how toned they are, feeling how they tense as waves of pleasure flow though Luke's body as I feast on his cock. "Fuck, I need my cock sucking." Jack moans standing up from the sofa. He slips off his hoodie, and pulls his shirt off over his head, revealing his ripped body. He quickly slides down his trackies and boxers, standing there naked, with around eight inches of solid hard cock. I pull off Luke's cock, ready to take Jack's length into my mouth. Jack looks down at me on my knees. "No, not you. You've got enough dick to suck for now." And with that, he climbs up onto the sofa, and shuffles into position so that the head of his erect cock is brushing against Luke's bearded chin. As I get back to sucking on Luke's wet cock, I see Luke lean in and take Jack's cock into his mouth. Luke's hands run through my head, and push my head down further onto his cock while he slowly rocks his head forward and back, producing moans and swearing from Jack. I start to gag a little as Luke's pushes more cock into my mouth, but with his hands on my head I can't pull away, so I take more of his length into my mouth and down my throat. "Ooh, fuck yes, Luke. You've got such a hot little mouth." Jack groans as he starts to thrust his hips rhythmically, his muscled ass and ripped abs flexing as he gently pumps his cock in and out of Luke's mouth. While sucking off Luke's cock, I grab my own groin and start to rub myself. The sucking fest continues for a few minutes, the room filled with moans and groans which slowly get louder, and the smell of aftershave and sweat and sex. Eventually, Jack pulls his cock out of Luke's mouth, and turns to me. "I want you to suck me now." I pull off Luke's cock and stand up, ready to move over to Jack. "Get naked first." Jack demands. I obey. I stand up and strip off my shirt, quickly followed by my jeans and boxers. Jack steps down off the sofa, away from Luke and walks over to me. He comes close up to me and grabs my cock and his own in his hand and starts to pump them together. I sigh with pleasure as he pumps our cocks in his firm grip, covering my cock in Luke's spit and Jack's precum. Still sat on the sofa, Luke is watching us, his cock in his hand, jacking himself off with one hand, the other between his legs rubbing his perineum. Jack releases out cock and puts his hand on my shoulder, pushing downwards. "Suck my dick." He says, bluntly. I get down on my knees. Jack grasps his cock and slaps it again my cheek, leaving a patch of precum behind. He slides his cock across my lips and up the other cheek, a trail of his precum spreads across my face. As his cock passes over my lips, I outstretch my tongue, lapping desperately at it, wanting to taste him. Seeing this, Luke gets up from the sofa and stands beside Jack. Luke adds his cock to Jack's, two cocks rubbing over my face. I open my mouth, and Jack slips his cock inside my waiting mouth. Luke continues to rub his cock on my face. I reach up, grabbing Luke's cock and wanking it as I get to work on Jack's length. I bob my head, my lips sliding up and down Jack's dick. His precum spills out into my mouth, which I swallow eagerly. Jack has one hand resting on my head. He places the other on Luke's back, sliding his hand down to rest it on Luke's ass. "Mmm, you like servicing our cocks don't you?" Jack says, filthily. I pull off Jack's cock. "Oh, hell yes." I nod, swallowing the precum Jack has left in my mouth. "Get my cock in your mouth," Luke says. It's the dirtiest ever I've heard him talk. I open my lips around Luke's cock, taking his length back inside my mouth again. Above me, Jack has turned to Luke and is making out with him. "Mmm, I can taste my cock on your lips." Jack mutters to Luke. They share a little laugh and carry on making out. It's such a hot sight that I start to wank my own cock fast. Luke grips my head, pushing his dick further into my mouth. He quickly picks up the pace, thrusting his hips forwards and backwards, again and again, pounding my hungry mouth, before breaking his kiss with Jack and exclaiming, "Fuck, I need to cum." "Lie on your back." Jack says to me, his cock in his hand, jacking himself off, keeping himself hard. I pull off Luke's cock and lie on the carpet on my back. I jerk myself off again while I lie on the floor. Jack kneels on my right side, pumping his cock. Luke quickly gets the idea and kneels down on my left. When Luke is in position, Jack reaches across and grabs Luke's cock. Luke does the same to Jack. "Aah, man, fuck that's good." Jack moans. I keep jacking my own cock, feeling my orgasm getting closer. I look above me at the two studs jacking each other off, getting off on each other's hands and off me wanking on the floor. Drips of precum drop of their dicks onto my body. Jack and Luke are breathing more heavily, and Jack yells, "Oh, goddamn. Fuck! Yeah that's it." His body tenses and his cock throbs in Luke's grip and Jack start to shoot streams of cum all over my body. Luke is soon to follow, jets of hot cum flow out of his cock, joining Jack's cum on my chest. After Jack has finished emptying Luke's cock they both lie down on either side of me. Jack takes over from me and rubs my cock, up and down, faster and harder. I place my hands above my head, head resting on my hands. "Come on, I'm gonna make you cum so much." Jack growls. Luke reaches under my balls and rubs two fingers along my perineum. That does it for me. I moan long and deeply, my cock throbbing as I begin to cum. White jizz shoots out of my cock and lands on my chest. Luke removes his fingers from my perineum, but Jack keeps his hand on my cock, his pumps getting slower, draining the last drips of cum from my cock. Jack looks admiringly from my wet cock, up my cum-soaked chest and looks deep into my eyes. "You're a little cum slut aren't you?" He smirks. "I know a few people who would probably like to get to know you." He looks over at Luke. "Only if that's OK with Luke though," Jack says. "I wouldn't want to steal away his little toy." Luke laughs, his blue eyes beaming. "Nah, I don't mind. So long as I get to see some pictures." "You will." Jack replies. He stands up, and gets my phone out of the pocket of my jeans. He picks up his phone too, does something with them and puts my phone back down on top of my jeans. "There," Jack says. "I've got your number. You can bet I'll be in touch." END OF CHAPTER TWO Please email me at funwithfootballers@hotmail.com with any comments or suggestions of things you would like to see. If I like the sound of any ideas and they end up in a chapter, I will give the person who suggested it a mention. Nifty requires donations to maintain the site and keep the stories coming in. If you could donate, please go to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html