Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2018 10:38:18 -0700
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Jamie Vardy

Hey guys!!

Who still reads the top half of Nifty stories hahaha yeah but I like a
little introduction note. This story has nothing to do with the real lives
of Leicester City stud Jamie Vardy or the georgous Stoke City keeper Jack
Butland. Its a story written to make you cum. Simple as.

Enjoy
Ryan xx


JAMIE VARDY

Jamie Vardy was having a party. Literally. The booze was flowing like the
fucking Nyle river, it was a serious loud bash worthy of any
celebration. It was like winning the premier league with Leicester City all
over again. Here and there he saw the slightest sight of white lines being
snorted up somebody's nose. Like he gave a fuck. Tonight was his night,
without Rebeckah and her skank ass and without his kids. He loved them but
boy oh boy...he wanted some GUY time. He missed being with another
bloke. Being married and being a footballer in the public eye fucked up any
chances of getting with a dude. He couldn't even act like a normal closet
case and get a lad from an escort agency. He learned the hard way from
people like Wayne Rooney and Frank Lampard that that shit ain't flying
without some kinda messed up consequences. The fucking media loved a drama
and his ripped six pack abs and 8 inch stone hard cock on the front page of
the fucking Sun was the last thing he needed. He wanted to get it together
with a bloke that night. Fucking period. But who? There was a LOT of fellow
footy players from the English Prem there but he seriously doubted they
would be into playing tonsil tennis with him. All sportsmen were scared as
fuck to show any kind of weakness when it came to finding another guy good
looking or even if they did get a little cock stiff from wanting some man
to man sex they would be scared shitless for the same reason he too avoided
it. But Jamie Vardy was having HIS party and god damn he needed some cock
desperately.

Banter with them Leicester lads got boring pretty quickly. Like he wanted
to hear Harry McGuire telling them how the hell he got blowjobs from a fan
in the car park at the King Power stadium or even worse...listening to the
sexy blond beast Kasper Schmeichel bragging about getting off three times
in a row and cumming harder with every orgasm...really?? He had really
wanted Kasper's bulky white body before tonight but that story had put him
right off the Danish hunk. He waved to Harry Winks from Spurs and thought
about approaching him for a second...nah...the lad looked like a fucking
twink. If he wanted a feminine boy he would have shagged a bloody drag
queen.

He knew he was pure FILTH in bed. Rebeckah could have no complaints. But as
mad as it sounded...she was his missus...he craved a bloke. Simple
as. Manchester United players Nemanja Matic and David de Gea were options
he wanted to explore. Matic's lanky sculpted beautiful body against his,
kissing each other like only two horny, normally straight men could...or
the equally sexy David who's new hairstyle made him look like the Spanish
Matador Jamie thought he was in bed. Oh yeah, David would destroy a man's
arse in the sack. He was pure man. Pure passion. That's what COULD have
been if they didn't have two complete strange women's tongues down their
throats. Even if he did manage to pull them they would smell of cheap
perfume and lager. Fuck that. He got enough of that with Rebeckah and the
occasional whore in a park in his younger days.

Ahhh...finally. Some fucking class. Someone who just might be up for
it. And Jamie knew this wanker didn't take any drugs. He stared straight
into the eyes of Stoke City goalkeeper Jack Butland. Ahhh fuck yeah. He'll
do. Jamie grabbed a beer and screwed it open. He downed nearly half of the
hearty yeasty goodness before meeting eyes with Jack. Poor fella didn't
have a clue what was gonna happen tonight. He secretly turned his head
sideways to try and tell Jack to follow him. Although confused by Jamie's
actions, it was his party after all, and Jack didn't see the need not to go
after the sexy Mr Vardy. Once all alone in the master bedroom, Jack still
didn't have a clue now much Jamie wanted to jump his georgous body.

"Your bedroom? Come on Vardy, what the hell are we doing here? You know I
don't use Coke, mate".

Jamie downed the rest of his beer and chucked the bottle into the bin by
the bedside table. He moved closer to Butland and looked him straight in
the eyes.

"Did you know I'm good mates with Xherdan Shaqiri?"

For some reason Jack Butland's eye twitched.

"No, actually I didn't. Why do you ask?"

Jamie reached out and gently caressed Jack's stomach through the shirt he
was wearing. The Stoke man tensed up.

"Because like me, we all need some man crush time. And Shaqiri ain't one to
lie. He told me all about you guys. He fucked you like a little toadfish,
innit?"

"Okay fuck this, I'm out of here..." Jack said it but Jamie's hand on his
stomach made his legs feel like jello. He had fantasized about Jamie Vardy
for a long time. His dirty good looks, his animalistic running on the
pitch, his ripped six pack and his naughty and rough looking demeanour. And
oh god...Jamie smelled sooo good...his hair was gelled into spikes, making
the Leicester stud look even more raw. Said Jamie let go of Jack's stomach
and stepped backwards. He winked at Jack before RIPPING off his shirt in
one smooth movement. Jack swallowed slowly. He saw the Vardy's holiday pics
so he knew Jamie was muscled but SWEET LORD the guy before him had abs for
days. Six sweet, sweaty, solid blocks of muscle displayed on his lean and
tanned torso.

Well...Butland thought of Harry Kane and his sleek, tall tower of a hot
body as well as his 8 inch cock that swung from his trimmed pubes and
remembered Fraser Forster drilling him from behind so hard that he almost
collapsed a few weeks ago. He looked at Jamie Vardy's smug face, taunting
him, showing off his delicious sculpted body and he suddenly never wanted
anyone more in his life. Vardy was sex on legs.

"Let's do this," Jack said before he started massaging Jamie's
shoulders. The latter started to sigh with finally getting some sexual
relief from another man. Jack was starting to get more than just a little
boned up, with the sexy, rough Jamie Vardy before him, getting turned
on. He grinned slyly and leaned in towards Jamie's neck, where he roughly
placed a series of kisses. The Leicester man moaned. Immediately he could
feel the latter's body stiffen and shudder at the same time. He kissed
Jamie's neck again, this time allowing his lips to linger on his
collarbone. He knew Vardy could feel the warm breath against his skin. Jack
smiled...

"Tell me mate, is it true that Danny Drinkwater has a huge cock...?"

Jamie finally got some movement in his body and he looked up at Jack
defiantly. He grabbed Jack and pulled him into a strong hold, his arms
possessively around the Stoke man's body. This time HE leaned in and
attacked Jack's neck with a deep desperate need before he pounced on his
face as the two footballer's lips met in a passionate, angry, almost needy
mouth swap of liquids. Jack took the time to caress his hands all over
Jamie's upper chest and stomach muscles, feeling and wanting those ripples
of flesh. Jamie in turn never allowed Jack's lips to leave his own as two
horny tongues almost flew into the other's mouth. Jack ran his fingers
through Vardy's light brown hair at the back of his head, pulling him
closer as their tongues continued to duel.

But Jamie was way too horny for just this. He started to grind the lower
half of his body into the taller frame of Jack, eliciting moans from the
stud Mr Butland. He then took hold of Jack's, by now, steel hard British
cock. He leaned in to Jack's ear...

"Get your kit off..."

Jack ripped off his T-shirt he was wearing and unbuckled his jeans as fast
as he could. Meanwhile Jamie Vardy didn't wait either and pushed down his
trousers and underwear. Both of them faced each other rock solid naked, as
the day they came into this world. Never mind how horny both men were they
couldn't deny that the other had a near perfect male body. To Jack's
amazement, Jamie kneeled down, caressing Jack's inner thighs and flesh as
he did so. Finally then it was Jack's turn to grab Jamie's short brown
hair, swiping his fingers through it, making the strands stand proud. Jamie
Vardy was a bad boy. And now he looked it. Jack's dick was right in front
of his eyes...

"FUUUUCK..." Jack moaned, thrusting his head backwards, his eyes rolling
back in their sockets, so wonderfully overwhelming it felt to have his dick
back inside a warm male mouth. Jamie couldn't get enough of the Stoke man's
hard and manly cock as he kept sucking faster, more urgent, wanting that
juicy nectar within. He reached upwards and roughly spread out his fingers
over Jack's bulky stomach. Good god it felt so good. Being with another
man...nothing comes close. Jack sighed and his chest heaved as he looked
down and saw England stud Jamie Vardy sucking his dick. Jamie thoroughly
enjoyed the texture of that steel hard organ underneath his experienced
tongue. He licked and sucked at Jack's cockhead, penetrating the savvy piss
slit, tasting the delicious young pre juices that seemed to just POUR out
of Jack's pulsing prick. Jamie decided that he wanted more and reached
underneath the penis to play with Jack's balls, taking both into one hand,
gently stimulating the two testicals, wanting them to release their torrent
of goodness.

Jack's chest and heart rate was starting to quicken with alarming force and
sheer desire, as he tried his best to pro long his orgasm. His dick felt
like it was enveloped inside a velvet woolen coat, caressed and enjoyed to
the max. Butland's balls couldn't keep up this kind of torture and Jamie
felt the Stoke man's cock jumping and getting hotter with every suction. He
GLIDED his tongue over the red organ. Jack grabbed Jamie's head and pumped
his hips like the horny slut he really was. He felt that familiar tingling
sensation inside his balls, he shoved his crotch against Vardy's mouth. Oh
fuck yeah.. He was in balls deep.

"Ohhhhh fuck...oh fuck oh fuck...mate...gonna cum...gonna cum fast...."

Jack moaned desperately as his balls couldn't hold it anymore. He blasted
his sweet, virile, young, white protein makers directly into Vardy's
mouth. Jamie drank like he was at a beer fest. Slippery...creamy...thick
Butland sperm. This was the fucking life. He swallowed for the final time,
licking his lips to fully savour the taste. The night was far from
over. After the thick substance that was Jack's cream had finally gone down
his gullet, Jamie stood up, grabbed said Jack and layed another rough,
manly, tongue lashing on his by now, raw, red footy lips. He thought Jack
looked like a little doggie bitch right then. Begging for a fuck.

"We got a few more minutes. You ready?"

"After what you just gave me...bend me over and fuck me, Vardy," Jack
whispered to the bad ass English midfielder. Jamie's cock, at breaking
point at this point, twitched with his heart beat.

"Fuck me, Vardy. Fuck me now. I don't wanna change my mind. Do it now,"
Jack whispered as he kissed Jamie once more, desperate for some male sexual
attention. Jamie walked over to his nightstand and casually picked up a
bottle of lube. He applied it to his already THROBBING 8 inches. Jacking
himself off he made his way behind Jack, who was already kneeled down by
the bed, his breath coming and going in short staccatos. Jamie's dick lead
the way as he slowly positioned himself and placed the head of his cock at
the entrance of Jack's glimmering arse. With a slow sigh, he gently pressed
forward and pushed his way inside the promised land.

"Mmmmm yeah.. Yeah...ahhh yes...." Jack groaned as his hole was completely
penetrated by Jamie's dick. It took a while for the pain to subside, as it
always does. Jamie caressed Jack's back as he started his natural rhythm,
thrusting in...out...in...out...his full English balls doing a right
smacker against the goalkeeper's fuckhole. Jamie did what filth does best
and really started to pound Butland, gripping his body for all he was
worth. He was like a rabbit on steroids. His dick flew in and out of Jack
Butland's pie hole at lightening speed. His ripped abs flexed majestically
under the immense stamina his fit body generated. Jack was pumped more
upwards onto the Vardy's marital bed with every plunge Jamie gave him. His
prostrate was on fire as Vardy managed to hit THAT special spot men LOVES
to ignore. He was being fucked by real filth. There was no romance
whatsoever. Jamie cried out like a hound looking for red meat as he kept on
pummeling the fit goalie's hole. Damn, this was hot. He was Jamie Vardy,
and he was having his damn party.

"Heads up mate, I'm gonna blow..." Jamie hissed as he fucked his raw red
Vardy dick deeper inside Jack's used hole. He wanted to inseminate this
man. He wanted to pump him full of DNA. He pushed Jack flat out on the bed
and gave it one last push. His prick was a blur and Jack's eyes was rolling
back in their cages, his tongue numb, he couldn't even make a fucking
sound. Jamie was a man possessed, seemingly by his own penis. He knew what
was coming as he gave a final animalistic yelp before he screamed out in
exstacy. He FLOODED Jack's insides with his virile sperm that had fathered
three kids. Jack's ass was leaking the torrent of Vardy cum so fast it
dripped into the floor. Jack collapsed from the bed and rolled onto the
floor, numb. Naked. Dick still hard. Unable to move. His ass was leaking
sperm still. He was done.

Jamie Vardy looked at his slimy, spent cock, still glimmering with sperm
and ass juices. He was back, baby. He was a fucking stallion.

And he loved it.


THANKS FOR READING!!

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Any suggestions for future stories involving footballers??? Let me know!!

Ryan xx