Date: Tue, 13 Oct 1998 16:13:12 PDT
From: Austinfan <fan_austin@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Liverpool Fuck Club" (celeb)

Obligatory warning: This story is intended for a mature audience. It 
contains descriptions of homosexual activity. If you are underage or if 
you live in an area where it is illegal to read about such matters, 
don't read this story or immigrate to Holland. This story is pure 
fiction. Any similarity between the characters and real people is purely 
coincidental.

Furthermore, English is not my first language, so please pardon any 
mistakes I may have made. Comments or suggestions are always welcome. I 
hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

Austinfan
fan_austin@hotmail.com

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LIVERPOOL FUCK CLUB

The dressing room at Melwood was deserted. Most of the Liverpool-players 
had long gone home. Only a handful was still on the training-ground, a 
few strikers and midfield-players. Manager Roy Evans had not been too 
impressed with their strike-rate of late and kept them in for some extra 
exercise. It was a strange event: all the players had to do was to score 
as fast and as often as possible. And there wasn't even a goalkeeper 
there to stop them. So they scored a lot.

The first off the pitch were young Michael Owen and his friend and 
mentor Steve McManaman. The intense training had really worn them out 
and they were covered in sweat and mud. Those who didn't know them might 
have thought they came from the trenches. But outside the United States 
there was hardly a soul in the world who didn't know them...

They strolled to their places on the wooden bench, next to each other, 
and slowly started to take off their dirty kit. Michael took off his 
shirt first, revealing his broad shoulders and muscular chest. For an 
eighteen-year-old he had a remarkably well-defined body. It wasn't 
difficult to see why he had become the national heartthrob so fast. He 
was young, strong, rich, famous and handsome. Millions of young girls 
would have gladly given their last teddybear to see him take off his 
shorts. But now the only one who watched him do it was Steve.

McManaman was a hunk in his own right. Lean and tall with beautiful 
strong legs. A nice athletic body, not quite as muscular as his young 
friend's, and a very handsome face. He had long flowing dark blond, 
almost red, hair, very cute sideburns and dreamy blue eyes. At 
twenty-six and with eight years of experience in the Premiership he was 
already something of a veteran. And without realising it at first he had 
taken young Michael under his wings. They had gotten along really well 
from day one. When they went to France for the World Cup, they were 
roommates. And when it all ended in tears the shoulder Michael cried on 
was Steve's.

Soon they were stark naked and got up. They looked at each other and 
laughed. 

"Boy, we are DIRTY!" Michael cried.

"Alright, let's hit the shower."

Steve slapped his friend on the ass and left the dressing room. Next 
door was a huge shower room, large enough for twenty-two dirty young 
men. Steve turned on the water and waited for it to get really hot. Then 
he stepped under the shower and started to wash the mud off. He loved to 
rub his hands all over his strong body, loved to feel his chest, his 
thighs, his ass. He stretched, put his fingers through his hair and 
sighed. He looked down. His long cock was beginning to stiffen. That 
happened so often when he was enjoying himself, it had already caused 
some rather embarrassing moments.

Suddenly he felt a body against his back and two strong hands on his 
abs. He turned around and smiled.

"Michael, stop it!"

Owen smiled too.

"Why? Don't you like it anymore?"

Steve laughed at his young lover and tried to push him away.

"Come on man, not here. The others can walk in any moment."

"I don't care."

Michael put his arms around Steve's neck and smiled that boyish smile 
that could melt the heart of even the staunchest Villa-supporter. He 
firmly placed his lips on Steve's and gave him a long wet kiss. 

It was an uncomfortable moment for Macca. Of course he loved it whenever 
Michael kissed him. But here? The thought would never have occurred to 
him. It was so typical of Owen, the striker, the daredevil, never afraid 
of what might happen, always living on the edge. He on the other hand 
was the typical midfield-player. He liked to think ahead, be in control. 
But he also liked Mike's hands all over his body. He loved it.

They embraced, groaned and kissed again, while the water poured down on 
them. Steve could feel his cock getting stiffer as Michael's muscular 
body pressed against his. He forgot his usual caution and was quickly 
absorbed in lust. He bent over and started to lick Michael's neck. Soon 
the two boys were all over each other, licking, groping, feeling, 
kissing, pinching. It was so hot.

"Oh Michael, you're so cute."

"Mmmm."

Michael could hardly speak. His mouth was on Steve's cheeks, in his ear, 
in his wet curly hair. He lowered his arms and firmly grabbed Steve's 
ass. If there was anything he loved to do, it was playing with his 
friend's gorgeous bubble butt, groping the flesh, fingering the crack, 
licking it. Sometimes Steve even let him fuck it. 

It all started for them late '97, at the Liverpool Christmas-party to be 
precise. Michael had just turned eighteen and could think of one thing 
only: he wanted to lose his virginity. And he had always wanted Steve, 
ever since he was in the youth-team. Up to then Michael had been a 
law-abiding citizen, but that evening he was just a horny boy who drank 
too much. Getting Macca drunk was easy enough, dragging him to his 
hotel-room not too difficult either. And by the time they got there Mike 
was so intoxicated with yearning he just kissed Steve on his full lips. 
To his surprise and delight Steve responded immediately. And they had 
been lovers ever since, roommates at every foreign trip.

Although McManaman had had his fair share of boymeat before, Michael was 
his first real lover. And he felt like he had won the National Lottery. 
He loved everything about Michael, his muscular body, beautiful dark 
eyes, cropped hairs and his pretty face. But perhaps it was Owens 
character he loved most. Michael was so eager, enthusiastic, full of 
beans. Steve couldn't think of anyone else he would rather spend the 
rest of his life with. He sighed again, kissed Michael's left earlobe, 
looked over his friend's shoulder for no particular reason and stared in 
the bewildered eyes of Robbie Fowler...

Steve felt his limbs stiffen, his knees go wobbly and even though he was 
still under the shower his back felt clammy. For a moment he thought he 
was going to be sick. He let go of Michael's body and gasped.

"Hi Robbie."

Macca instantly realised how stupid that sounded. And it made Michael 
shudder. He took his hands off Steve's bum and turned around. Now all 
three were eyeing each other in silence. As in a trance Steve turned off 
the water. The boys just stood there, not knowing what to say or do. As 
usual Michael was the first to react. Somehow he managed to produce a 
broad smile.

"Gee Robbie, guess you've caught us out."

"Yeah, suppose so."

Perhaps the situation was the most difficult for Robbie. He knew what he 
had just seen, he wasn't stupid. And he was no virgin either, but 
although he was twenty-three he had never seen anything like this. Two 
guys embracing, kissing, hell, Michael had even squeezed Steve's bum! 
What was there to say?

"Are you guys...?"

"Sure."

Michael started to laugh. It was hilarious. Here they were, butt naked, 
caught in the act, and poor Robbie... He just stood there looking at 
them, his buff body and cute face covered in mud, his mouth wide open. 

"What are you laughing at?"

"You... you look so... dirty."

"Dirty? ME???"

It broke the tension. Now all three were laughing. And Michael 
immediately seized the opportunity. He walked up to Robbie and grabbed 
him by the hand.

"Come here, you need a shower."

Robbie was too surprised to resist. Michael pushed him under the shower 
and quickly turned it on. He grabbed a bar of soap and turned to Macca.

"Yeah, this boy is dirty. He needs a good scrub!"

Steve looked at his friend in astonishment. He strongly suspected what 
Michael intended to do. They had talked about their teammates often 
enough and agreed Robbie was cute. All right, he had flapping ears but 
he did have a terrific body. He was an inch smaller than Mike, yet he 
weighed more. And it was all muscle.

Slowly and with one hand Michael started to rub the soap over Robbie's 
back. He put his other hand on Robbie's shoulder, bent over and 
whispered in Fowler's ear.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna make you really clean."

Robbie could only mumble. The slow rubs felt really good, just like 
getting a massage. Nothing wrong with that. But subconsciously he felt 
that Michael was doing more than just washing him. He could feel it in 
his groin. The rubbing and the pressure of Mike's body were turning him 
on! And now Michael's hands were on his chest, soaping and rubbing. What 
was happening to him? Another guy was washing him like a baby, and his 
cock was getting stiff... He groaned.

Steve leaned against the wall, looking at the two young hunks. He saw 
Robbie getting hard and felt his own dick stiffen instantly. This was 
such a hot sight. He grabbed his big cock with both hands and started to 
jerk off. His strong hands went slowly up and down the shaft. It wasn't 
long before he was rockhard. He watched with open mouth as Michael's 
hands moved lower and lower on Robbie's chest.

Robbie couldn't resist Michael's motions. Perhaps he was too tired? Or 
perhaps he liked it too much. He leaned back, tossed his head and 
grunted.

"Oh yeah."

"Mmm, you like that, don't you?"

Michael hugged Robbie from behind and moved his soapy hands further 
down. Dangerously close.

"Oh Michael, please stop."

"Stop? No way, looks like you need it..."

His slippery hands came closer to Robbie's penis. It was now half-erect. 
Michael dropped the bar and put his hands around Robbie's cock. All the 
water and soap had made it really smooth. He gave it a little squeeze 
and then started to rub it. He could feel it stiffen in his hands and he 
could feel Robbie's heavy breath. His lips found their way to his 
friend's neck. Mike kissed it passionately.

"Mmmm, you like it, don't you Robbie?"

"Yes..."

Robbie loved those two strong hands on his stiff cock, squeezing it. And 
he loved the feel of Michael's tongue licking his neck. He felt his dick 
getting harder and the pressure in his balls. His arms reached backwards 
for Michael's bottom. He pulled his friend even closer, kneading the 
flesh. He felt so hot, his nuts started to ache.

"Oh yeah! Do it to me Michael!"

Owen jerked faster and faster for minutes. Robbie began to moan louder 
and felt he was coming close.

"Oh Michael! I'm gonna cum!"

He backed into Michael, grabbed his cock with both hands, one final 
stroke and he shot. 

"Aaaaahhhh!!!"

Huge streams of cum gushed from his big dick. It spat all over the 
walls. Robbie groaned and sighed; he could feel his knees shake. That 
was the biggest load he ever shot.

"Mmmmmm..."

"Oh yes, Robby, you horny boy! That was good, wasn't it?"

Michael grabbed his exhausted friend by the shoulders, spun him around 
and kissed him on the lips. It was a long French kiss. Suddenly they 
felt two more hands on their bodies. Steve stood next to them and 
embraced them both.

"You guys are crazy! That was some show... Now it's my turn..."

"No way!" Michael cried. "It's mine! I've only taken so far. Now I want 
to give!"

Steve smiled a wry smile and looked at Robbie.

"You've heard him. I guess it's pay back-time."

Robbie looked at them, not quite knowing what they expected of him. 
After what Michael had just done to him he didn't think it would be too 
bad though. But the look in Michael's eyes worried him; he had never 
seen him like that. Like he wanted to tear him to pieces.

"Robbie. On your knees!"

"What?"

"You heard me!"

Michael put his hands on Robbie's shoulders and pushed him down. Boy, 
he's really strong, Robbie thought. Before he knew it he was kneeling on 
the floor, facing Michael's crotch. Mike's big cock was already at 
half-mast. Instinctively Robbie opened his mouth and started to lick.

"Oh yeah, that's it. Lick my big dick!"

As in a trance Robbie put his lips over the piss-slit. Then with one 
wild thrust Michael shoved his cock in. Jerking Robbie off had made him 
so incredibly hot, he desperately needed to relieve himself. He pushed 
further until his cock was all the way in, making Robbie choke. It was 
almost more than Robbie could take. All sorts of thoughts raced through 
his mind. What if someone was to walk in, seeing him like this, deep 
throating Owen? It would be the end. He closed his eyes as he felt 
Michael's balls slap against his chin.

Macca watched the scene with mixed feelings. It was sure hot to see Mike 
ram his cock up poor Robbie's throat. That got him even stiffer. But 
hell, he wanted some too! And after all, he was entitled to it. He was 
the eldest of the lot, Michael was his, so Robbie was too! He bent down 
and grabbed Robbie under the chest and pulled him up. 

"What?"

"On all fours! I'm joining in!"

He manoeuvred Robbie in the right position. He loved the sight of 
Fowler's virgin ass. It was not as big as his own, but it sure looked 
yummy. And what a glorious pink hole! He felt it with his fingers, all 
the sweat, soap and water had already made it slippery. He shoved one 
finger up it.

"Hey! Stop it!"

"Oh Robbie, you don't know what you've missed... You'll love it!"

His finger went in very easily. For a moment Steve suspected Robbie 
might not be a virgin after all. But his protestations showed otherwise. 
He gave his dick a few strokes till it was really stiff and placed it 
against the butt hole. 

"Please Steve, don't."

But he did. With all the strength in his body he pushed his long big 
cock up Robbie's tight rectum. It was tighter than he had thought.

"Aaaahh!"

Robbie cried in pain and anxiety. What was happening to him? Only 
fifteen minutes ago he had only had sex with girls. Hell, he had a 
girlfriend! And now a boy had jerked him off, he had had a penis in his 
mouth and now he had one up his bum! It hurt like hell, but he did 
nothing to get away. He just stood there, on hands and feet, feeling 
Steve's big dick sliding in and out of his anus. Why was he doing this? 
And now Michael's cock was dangling in his face again. My God, these 
boys were going to fuck him at both ends! He opened his mouth to shout 
and immediately Mike's dick slid in again. 

"Come on, suck it baby!"

Michael Owen felt great. The company of other hot young guys always made 
him hot. Having sex with Steve was always great. But having a guy suck 
his cock here, in the same shower-room where he marvelled at the sight 
of all the others' bums, was a novel experience. And Robbie was no 
expert obviously, but ramming his cock up that cute mouth was super! 
Those beautiful lips around his big dick, it felt terrific. And watching 
Steve fucking his butt made him even hotter. This was the horniest thing 
they had ever done together. It made his cock stiffer than ever.

At the other end Steve rammed even harder. He rode Robbie's tight hole 
like his life depended on it, slapping his gorgeous bubble butt. 

"Oh yes! Take it Robbie! Take it all!"

Poor Robbie didn't know what hit him. He felt all sorts of new 
sensations, new pains. Steve's big rod riding in and out of his ass 
really hurt. But it gave him another feeling too, one he had never had 
before. Each time that monster rammed in he could feel it, in his 
stomach, in his nuts. It felt awkward and really good. He wanted to 
scream, but he couldn't. Michael's dick gagged him. And that felt pretty 
good too. 

Steve fucked Robbie harder than he had ever dared to fuck Michael. 
Mike's hand-job had so intoxicated him with lust he just rammed and 
rammed. Watching it turned Michael on so much he tried to keep up with 
the pace, shoving his cock deeper up Robbie's throat. And Robbie took it 
like a man. The three boys were completely absorbed by their three-way. 
If a bomb had exploded they probably wouldn't have noticed. And they 
certainly didn't notice the two dark-haired naked studs walking into the 
showers.

Both of them couldn't believe what they saw. The elder, Kalle Riedle, 
had never seen anything like it before, even though he was thirty-three. 
And he didn't quite know what to do. He could hardly intervene, he 
should probably just walk away. But he couldn't. As if he hadn't noticed 
he just got under another showerhead, turned on the water and tried to 
look away.

The younger guy, Patrik Berger, did no such thing. He walked up to the 
trio, smiling from ear to ear. This sight was better than his hottest 
dream! And he wasn't going to waste this golden opportunity... He got 
behind Michael, put his arms around his muscular body and grabbed him by 
his strong pecs. With a heavy Czech accent and a voice full of lust he 
whispered in his ear.

"Yeah Michael, that's it! Fuck his mouth!"

Patrik was the tallest of them all, so he got a good view of everything. 
And he liked what he saw. He was a really beautiful young man, with long 
wavy black hair, a strikingly handsome face with angular cheekbones and 
gorgeous dark eyes. He had joined Liverpool two years ago and had been 
celibate ever since. In Prague it had been easy enough to find boys to 
play with, but here, in Victorian England? No chance! And now this 
happened. It made his huge dick stiffen faster than he had ever 
experienced. He pressed his hairy chest against Michael's back and 
groaned.

"Yeah! Give to him!"

"Yes! Suck me Robbie!"

"Yeah, suck big cock!"

Meanwhile Steve rammed Robbie's rectum harder, deeper and faster. He 
could feel he was getting close. His balls ached, his spine felt like it 
was going to snap, his whole body got tense. He made a few more wild 
thrusts and pulled his cock out. He grabbed it with his strong hands and 
without having to jerk he spurted.

"Oooooh!!!!"

Bucket-loads of cum shot all over Robbie's red ass and back and were 
instantly washed away. 

"Aaaah!"

Steve sat down immediately on the shower floor. He felt knackered. He 
leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. This was some orgasm. The 
best he had had since he had busted Michael's cute cherry. He smiled, 
thinking of his own worries about the other guys walking in. Mikey had 
taken the risk and, as usual, it had paid off. He opened his eyes and 
looked at his young lover, still face-fucking poor little Robbie. Yes, 
getting Michael Owen was the best thing that had ever happened to him!

Michael was close too, but he didn't want to come yet. It felt so good, 
Robbie's lips around his dick and Patrik's hands all over his chest. Now 
he even felt Pat's tongue in his neck. Hell, he wanted this to last 
forever. He looked away and his eyes met Steve's. They smiled at each 
other, broad, loving smiles. That did it. The tension in his crotch 
mounted as his cockhead rammed the back of Robbie's throat. He shouted 
in ecstasy and shot. 

"YEAH!"

Waves of cum shot out, straight into Robbie's mouth. Michael took his 
cock out and started to jerk. More semen squirted all over Fowler's 
face. 

"Oh my God!!!"

Michael leaned back in Patrik's strong arms. For a moment he felt like 
he was going to faint. Then he felt Patrik's mouth close to his ear.

"Oh yes Michael, that was good!"

"YES!"

Patrik started to lick his young friend's ear. He was really horny by 
now. No way was he going to leave this place without having sex too. And 
he knew whom he was going to have it with. He grabbed and pinched 
Mikey's athletic body. His big cock was fully erect now and it got 
stiffer every time it rubbed against Michael's tight boy butt. 

"Phwoar!!!"

At last Robbie could speak. Expressing how he felt was a different 
matter though. His ass felt so awkward, it was so wide and it still hurt 
so much. And his jaws hurt too. Those guys had really done him. But all 
the fucking had made him horny again! He could hardly get up, but he 
could grab his cock. To his amazement he only had to take it in his 
hands and he came again!

"SHIT! AAAHHHH!!!"

A huge bow of cum shot out of his sore dick. It splashed right on 
Michael's belly. 

"Yeah! Serves you right, you little fucker!"

"Mmmmm..."

Michael grinned at him and made his familiar gesture, rubbing his hands 
like he was about to eat a chocolate-bar. Robbie had seen him do so 
often enough, but this time it gave him a glowing feeling in his 
stomach. It reminded him of when he had met his girlfriend for the first 
time. Christ, what was happening to him? How could he feel like this? 
For Michael??? He sat down next to Steve.

"You liked that, didn't you Robbie?"

Robbie didn't answer. He just sat there, looking at Michael and Patrik. 
They sure made a pretty pair. And suddenly he saw their other teammate, 
quietly washing himself in the corner as if they weren't here. Hell, he 
hadn't even noticed Kalle coming in. He nudged at Steve and pointed at 
the hunky German. They laughed. Steve put his arm around Robbie's 
shoulder and pulled him towards him. 

Now Patrik was through playing. He kissed Michael's neck once more and 
whispered.

"Michael, I want you. I want you since I came here."

Michael turned around. Boy, Patrik was really handsome. As if he hadn't 
noticed. But like this, all wet, so horny and so stiff, that was 
something else. And the guy was hung like a horse! He ruffled his 
friend's long hair and gave him a passionate kiss on his full lips. Pat 
gestured to him and Michael realised what he wanted. And he wanted it 
too. He quickly lay down on the slippery floor. Berger towered above him 
and looked down in expectation. 

"Boy, you so beautiful Michael!"

He went down on his knees and shoved Owens legs wide apart. Then he 
lifted them up and took a good look at his aim. And it looked so good. 
He sighed at the sight of Owens delicious pink pucker. He bent over and 
started to finger it. 

"Mmmm, yeah," Michael whispered. To give Patrik better access to his 
hungry hole he rested his legs on Pat's shoulders. Feeling those fingers 
probing his ass was so hot, he felt the pressure in his crotch return. 
Crazy! He had just shot this amazing load and now he was getting stiff 
again. Patrik noticed it too. When Mike's hole felt loose enough he 
jerked his big fat dick. It was rockhard in no time. He put it against 
Michael's hole and started to push.

"Oh no!"

Little by little Patrik shoved his huge cock up Michael's tight butt. It 
made Mike twist with pain and lust. He had had it up the ass often 
enough, but even Steve's long dick was nothing compared to this monster! 
It filled his hole completely, pushing against his prostate gland. My 
God, it felt as if it was going to tear him apart. 

Patrik pushed further and further. He hadn't had a piece of ass since he 
came over here and had almost forgotten how tight it could be. Hell, 
some boys couldn't even take his rod at all! He looked up and saw the 
pain in Michael's eyes. For a moment he paused.

"You right?"

"Yeah," Michael lied. "Give it to me."

Pat shoved deeper until he was all the way in. God, it was so tight it 
made his cock ache. He kept still until the pain subsided and started to 
fuck. Very, very slowly at first. He didn't want to hurt his young lover 
too much. But as Michael's ass muscles loosened he increased his pace.

"Oh yes, fuck me Pat!"

"Take it! Take big cock!"

"Aaah!!! It's so big!"

"Yeah! You like big cock?"

"Yes! Fuck me!"

"Yeah!"

Steve McManaman and Robbie Fowler still sat against the wall, watching 
Patrik slowly fucking Michael. But they also saw their other teammate. 
Karlheinz Riedle had been under the shower all this time and was the 
cleanest player in Liverpool history by now. He had pretended to notice 
nothing, but had obviously heard all the noise his horny mates made. 
Steve turned to Robbie and whispered something in his ear. Fowler looked 
at him incredulously.

"Kalle? No chance."

"Come on, we can't leave him on his own, can we?"

Steve got up and grabbed Robbie by the hand. He tried to pull him up, 
but sitting on the cold marble floor had made him quite stiff. 

"My, I feel terrible."

"Get up. This'll make you feel a lot better..."

Robbie rose and they slowly walked up to Kalle. He must have noticed it, 
because he turned and looked them down.

"Wot do you want?" he asked. He was another great looking guy. Dark 
brown hair, a very attractive face with beautiful dark eyes that always 
seemed to smile. He could easily have passed for an Italian, although 
his accent was still very German. After all, he had only joined 
Liverpool last year in what was the weirdest transfer in football 
history. His old club Borussia Dortmund had just won their first ever 
European Cup, with him scoring twice in the final, and out of deep 
gratitude they had let him go... But he didn't mind. Playing here had 
been great and life in England had agreed with him. Up to today anyway, 
because the sight of those two naked guys getting closer and closer 
really frightened him.

"We want you," said Steve. He now stood inches away from him and moved 
his hand towards Kalle's hairy chest.

"Hey, get your hands off me!" Riedle protested. But Steve had lost all 
his usual caution. Hell, if Robbie could be had, anybody could! He 
gently touched Kalle's body. It felt terrific, so strong, so muscular, a 
real man's body. Steve gasped and started to run his hands up and down 
Kalle's thorax.

And just like Robbie had, Karlheinz just stood there. He was married, he 
was a young father, but he was also horny as hell. All the sex around 
him had turned him on far more than he cared to admit. The obscene 
sounds Michael made in the background, as Patrik's huge dick rammed his 
ass, rang in his ears. And Steve's strong hands on his chest felt so 
exciting. This guy really knew what he was doing. Rubbing his body, 
pinching his stiff nipples, playing with his chest hair. My God, it gave 
him an erection! He prayed nobody would notice. But Robbie had.

"Steve look! He loves it..."

Steve looked down and didn't waste a second. Before Kalle realised it, 
Macca was down on his knees, licking his tense hairy balls. 

"Mein Gott," he murmured. He couldn't believe he needed it this bad. And 
Steve was obviously an expert cocksucker. He licked Kalle's stiff shaft 
and purple knob with great gusto. It made Riedle so hot he forgot his 
apprehension and bent over. He put his hands around Steve's head and 
pulled him closer to his crotch. That was all the encouragement Steve 
needed. He opened his hungry mouth as wide as he could and went for the 
kill. 

"Oh ja! Suck me!"

Kalle looked down in amazement. Steve's face was now flat against his 
body and his dick was all the way in. That was something his wife had 
never managed. And she had had plenty of practise. He shook his head, 
closed his eyes and just let everything happen. He didn't care anymore, 
it just felt natural to him. 

Now Robbie was the one who felt left out. Behind him Patrik was still 
fucking Michael with wild thrusts and now even Karlheinz was getting it. 
He was not given to sulking, but what was there to do? Without thinking 
he walked around his two teammates and stood behind Kalle. Even from 
behind the German looked stunning. Those broad shoulders, that smooth 
back and those tight buns, all tight and tense as Kalle fucked Steve's 
face. It was a terrific sight. Robbie knew what he wanted: he knelt and 
buried his face deep in Kalle's arse. 

At the other side of the shower Michael Owen was beside himself. Every 
time Patrik's schlong rammed his prostate it made him cry with pleasure. 
All the pain of the entry had given way to a feeling of sheer ecstasy. 
He loved that huge cock up his tight chute, he wanted to be screwed 
forever. 

"Yes! Fuck my ass!"

Patrik was now right above him, his hands next to Michael's body as if 
he were doing push-ups. His long hair hung in front of his eyes, he was 
sweating all over. And each time he looked up and saw Michael's pretty 
face and the lust in his eyes it made him pump harder and deeper. Man, 
it had been so long, and now he was fucking this demi-god. Michael Owen, 
idol of millions, only eight-teen years old and he took it like a pro! 
He could feel his eyes get humid. Was it sweat or the water that still 
gushed down from the shower. Or could it be? Nay, never! He tried not to 
think and thrust his big dick even deeper up Michael's hole.

"Aaahhh! Give it to me!"

"Yeah! Take it!"

It did feel like it lasted forever. Two young hunks totally consumed 
with lust, two sweaty bodies melting together. But Patrik was close to 
the edge. He could feel his whole body starting to shiver. His veins 
felt like they were about to burst.

"My God! I come!"

"Yes! Shoot it Pat!"

Berger now felt his balls bulge. 

"ANO!!! MUJ NEBE!!!"

And Patrik erupted like never before. A sea of cum squirted into 
Michael's sore bowels. Pat felt the explosion everywhere, in his cock, 
his balls, his back, his knees. 

"YEAH!" Michael shouted in delight, as his exhausted friend collapsed on 
top of him. For someone who had just been fucked senseless he felt 
remarkably fit. He put his arms around Patrik and hugged him. 

"That was great Pat. You can fuck my ass any time..."

"I will Michael, I will."

Their lips met and they kissed long and lovingly. It felt like they were 
in a king-size bed with silk sheets, not on a cold wet shower-floor.  
Kalle Riedle could see it perfectly from his side of the room. And it 
looked so romantic. Those two gorgeous young studs slobbering like a 
honeymoon-couple. Who'd ever have thought the sight of THAT would have 
turned him on so much. Come to think of it, who'd ever have dreamt that 
one day he'd be sucked by a guy, with another tonguing his ass. And that 
he would love every moment of it...

He reached behind his back and grabbed Robbie by the neck. He shoved his 
face deeper in his ass. Feeling that wet tongue in his crack was really 
wonderful. He should try that at home. Kalle shoved his dick all the way 
up Steve's throat. Fancy anyone giving such a blowjob, let alone a man. 
This day was full of surprises.

"Ja! Suck me Macca!"

Now it was Kalle who dictated things, first thrusting forward, ramming 
his stiff cock up Steve's mouth, then backing into Robbie's face. And 
his thrusts got wilder and his tempo increased. He could feel his dick 
get so stiff, it was a wonder Steve could handle it. A really BIG 
wonder... He looked over his shoulder and could see the top of Robbie's 
head.

"That's it, eat my ass baby."

Yes, he loved that tongue up his novice crack and that tight cavity 
around his erect dick. These boys knew how to get a guy hot. Hotter than 
he had felt for a long time. He ran his hands over his abdomen and his 
pecs. Christ, those guys were going to make him come! He could feel the 
pressure in his balls. His prostate felt like it was going to  explode.

"Oh mein Gott! Ich komme!"

Steve withdrew and looked up. He liked what he saw. Kalle taking his 
stiff cock in his hands, jerking the big shaft and breathing heavily. 
Two more short jerks and then he came.

"JAAA!!!"

Thick wads shot right into Steve's face. 

"OH JA!"

Kalle felt worn out. But seeing Steve made him forget it instantly. He 
looked ridiculous. The redhead's face was dripping with semen. Kalle 
couldn't help it, he burst into laughter. He quickly pulled up his 
teammate and shoved him under the shower. Then he turned around.

"Robbie, get up."

Fowler stood up. He was totally dog-tired. This session was more 
exhaustive than Roy Evans' had been. But it had been far more fun too. 

"Did you like that?"

"Yeah. You're great."

They embraced. Robbie put his arms around Kalle's waist and put his head 
on his shoulder. It felt so nice Riedle almost instinctively put his 
lips on his young friend's cheek.

"Yes, really great."

EPILOGUE

Roy Evans looked out of his office-window in surprise. He thought the 
boys had long gone home. But there they were, all five of them, carrying 
their large bags, walking to their sports-cars. What on earth had taken 
them so long? Well, they certainly looked clean. But he had never seen 
them so exhausted too.

"Hell," he thought, "I really shouldn't have fagged them."

THE END