Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2012 18:36:18 +0000
From: ryanstories@yahoo.com
Subject: Manchester United plays Spin the Bottle ch1

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MANCHESTER UNITED PLAY SPIN THE BOTTLE

Javier Hernandez, or Chicharito, as he was affectionately called, was horny
as hell. It felt like forever since the love of his life Michael Owen
finally was put out of his misery and left Manchester United. The last time
Chicharito tried to contact him, Michael put it plainly that it was all
over between them. He blamed David de Gea for this. If that little fucker
who can't even catch a cold never mind safe a ball from a empty net, didn't
interfere with his relationship with Michael, then everything would have
been fine. Chicharito fully believed that Michael would have stayed at Old
Trafford, just for him. But alas, Michael chose to fall in love with the
sexy, hot, young Spanish goalkeeper, who subsequently then dumped him for
the equally handsome and young Phil Jones. Phil then cheated on David with
Jordan Henderson, and honestly, Chicharito didn't blame him. Henderson was
positively georgeous. From there on Chicharito had to make use of his hand
and palm. He had not had any sexual endeavours with his or any other
teammates in the Premier League. He was way to shit scared of trying to
seduce a player who was really straight as an arrow and would take the
story to the first avaliable newspaper. As Chicharito was pondering over
his lost sexual conquer, he noticed a shadow reflecting on the walls from
outside. Someone was on their way to the player's lounge. FUCK...Chicharito
thought. The last thing he wanted now was company. He really just wanted to
be left alone. He lifted his sexy face upwards the moment Robin van Persie
entered the room. A smile from the friendly Dutch man and he walked over to
the Mexican.

"Hey Little Man, I thought everyone except me had gone home?" Robin said.

"Nah, back to the cold apartment all alone, not a fricken chance. I'd
rather drink myself into a stuper," Chicharito replied.

"Oh come on, its not that bad! My wife has been with her parents for three
days now and you don't see me moping around here," Robin said with a sly
smile on his face.

"Im so fricken happy for you..." Hernandez whispered before getting up.

"You know what we did at Arsenal before when we were bored?"

Javier Hernandez turned around and looked the sexy Van Persie straight in
the eye. Could he possibly suggest...?

"What, Robin? Im actually dying to know."

Robin got up and walked over to Chicharito. He leaned over and whispered in
the Mexican's ear.

"Ever heard of Spin the Bottle? The edited version, I mean!"

"What fucking edited version? There's only one way to play Spin the Bottle,
my friend. You spin the bottle and the person on which it lands you have to
kiss. What! No way? You guys played that game with eachother at Arsenal?"

Chicharito was so shocked, he could hardly get the words out. All the
Arsenal players looked and seemed to straight and macho...

"Hell yeah we did. On days like there where there are always Internation
Friendlies played the Gaffer used to go easy on us afterwards. Lots of us
have wives with active careers and they aren't always home all the
time. There's nothing homosexual or even gay to it. Its just a way for a
couple of guys to help eachother out. Relieve some pent up sperm."

Robin laughed at Chicharito's reaction when he mentioned sperm! Ofcourse he
had come to hear of the Mexican's little rendevue with Michael Owen long
ago. Also of him sucking off Gary Neville's long donkey cock and that
Nemanja Vidic walked in on them, complete with Javier wearing Gary's thick
cum on his cheeks and lips. At Arsenal, himself, Cesc Fabregas, Szezcesny,
Per Mertesacker, and Carl Jenkinson use to play this game all the time. In
Robin's last game whilst at the Gunners, he even got to suck off new boy
Olivier Giroud, who's cum faintly tasted of pineapples. Good times.

"So what it so different about the so called "edited' version of Spin the
Bottle?" Chicharito asked.

"You still use the bottle and you spin it so that it lands on someone. But
there is where things get different. We used a dice consisting of numbers 1
to 6. Now before the game, we gave a instruction to be performed and
attached each of them to a certain number. For example, if Number 3 states
"Blowjob", then if the you roll the dice and it lands on Number 3, then you
have to give the person whom the bottle ended a blowjob. If Number 4 states
"Masturbate", then you give jack that player off. Simple as that."

Javier Hernandez could feel his Latino cock growing ever so harder in his
tracksuit while hearing all these words coming out the mouth of one of the
most sexiest players at Manchester United right now. His heart and hormones
ached to give Robin some sexual pleasure. Hell, any of his teammates for
that matter!

"Dude I am so there! But who could we get that would possibly be
interested? All of them are straight and have wives and kids and shit..."

"Chicha, do you for one moment think that none of us ever crave a little
fooling around with another guy? Mr Straight himself Gary Neville allowed
you to blow that big cock of his, didn't he?"

"Yes but..."

"Yes but nothing. I'll put in a word to some of them. You will be surprised
how many of them will jump at the chance to feel a man's hands all over
them."

And with that, Robin winked at Chicharito, before walking out of the
lounge. Chicharito just hoped that Robin knew what he was doing. Afterall,
this was not something you would go about advertising. If the gaffer should
find out about this, heaven help them.

Eventually Chicharito went home and played a couple of FIFA 12 games on his
Playstation. He missed the times where he and Michael were together, boy
did they have fun. Chicharito could fondly remember him laying on Michael's
lap while watching action movies, with Michael now and again running his
slim fingers through his short, black hair. How he would lean down and ever
so slightly kiss Javier on the lips, telling him he loved him. However,
David de Gea ruined all that. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from the
kitchen area where he left his mobile. It was ringing, and from the Caller
ID, it was Robin.

"Hey Robin, what's new?"

"Hey sexy, I found some of guys who are more than willing to fool around a
little in our game. We're having it at my house. Be sure you're here in
three hours, yeah?"

Javier was terrified. Just exactly who was these teammates of his who was
willing to engage in gay sexual activities? As far as he knew, only
himself, Michael, David and Phil had ever done anything with another
guy. He sighed. He was invited and he was not gonna miss this for anything
in the world. He dressed himself in black jean trousers, with a white
t-shirt coupled off with a black leather jacket. He ran over to the
bathroom and allow the water from the tap to graze his hands before running
it through his hair. There. He looked sexy as hell, even if he had to say
it himself. Tonight he was gonna have fun, come what may.

As he drove up to Robin's house he saw that there was already a few cars
parked in front of the house and in the drive way. As Chicharito got out
and took off his sunglasses, his beautiful eyes widened as he immediately
recognised two cars. He just couldn't believe it! Two of these cars
belonged to Ryan Giggs and David de Gea! FUCK!! What was that Spanish
fucker doing here? There would be a cold day in hell before he didn't
anything sexual with him. As far as Ryan Giggs went...damn he was still
mighty fine and sexy at the ripe age of 38. His cock hardened a little as
he thought of Ryan shirtless and even less...Chicharito walked up to the
door and rang the bell twice. Surprise, surprise as it was NOT Robin who
answered the door.

"Hey hey! Look what we have here! Welcome, bro!"

Chicharito's cock lurched at the sight of Michael Carrick. Goodness, he was
so motherfucking hot! He looked at the sheer sight of Carrick's muscled
arms and his ripped chest. Fuck...this was gonna be GREAT!

"Hey Michael, didn't fancy you here," Chicha said, entering the house.

"Hey, I'm not into guys, mate. But with the wife only having time for the
kids these days, there's no way I'm gonna pass this up. A mouth around my
cock is still a mouth, regardless of the fact whether its a male or female
one," Michael said, placing his arm around Chicha, pulling him to his
chest.

"Hey Michael, don't you dare start the fun early!"

Michael and Chicha looked up straight into the eyes of Wayne Rooney, who
was running his left hand across his torso as he spoke.

"Wazza? You aswell? Wow, never expected you to be here!" Javier exclaimed.

"Hey, I'm not gay but I am bisexual. Me and Cristiano couldn't keep out
hands of eachother back in the day. Still cannot to this day!" Wayne
laughed and ruffled the hair on Javier's head. He could see that the little
Mexican was somewhat freaked out about what was going to happen that night,
so he gently pulled Chicha out of Michael's grip and held his head in his
hands. He slowly leaned forward and kissed Hernandez slowly on the
lips. When he pulled away, he found the sparkle was back in Chicharito's
eyes. He was much calmer now.

It was then that Robin entered the room.

"Okay guys, there are refreshments on the table, make yourself at home,
we're just waiting for..."

Just as he finished speaking there was a knock on the door. Robin, eager to
get started with the game, ran over to the door and opened it.

"Ahh, you're here! Come on in, guys!" he shouted. Chicharito's cock, if it
was even more possible, got more hard than ever when Phil Jones and new
United boy Nick Powell entered the house. Phil had a nice, sexy, beefy body
while Nick was slender, handsome and very much the eighteen year
old. Javier was positively drooling.

When everyone had had something to eat and drink, all 8 of the by now horny
United players were gathering on the living room floor, sitting cross
legged and throwing the usual banter left, right and center. Going around
clockwise, was Robin, Chicharito, Phil, David, Wayne, Ryan, Michael and
Nick. Then Robin stood up.

"Ok guys, here are the rules. The dice contains 6 numbers. Here are the
instructions. Number 1 = Licking of the torso from the navel towards the
chest. Number 2 = A kiss on the neck from behind. Number 3 = a Passionate
kiss lasting 2 minutes. Number 4 = a Blowjob. Number 5= The two guys hump
eachother until they both cum. And Number 6= The person on which the bottle
lands must fuck the person who spun it."

"Hell no! Im all for getting my dick sucked but fucking another guy? Or
letting someone fuck me? Not gonna happen!" Nick Powell immediately
screamed out.

"I totally second that," Michael said.

"Okay, then you leave at once," Robin ordered. "All of us agree to going
into all this with a open mind, or you leave. Simple as that."

Nick and Michael were horny as fuck, Nick even more than Michael. He wasn't
married, but his girlfriend was now more interested in spending his new
made money than satisfying him. He even thought of paying a whore but that
idea was thrown out of the window at once. He was not Wayne Rooney or David
Beckham afterall.

"Okay I guess. But don't expect me to enjoy it or shit," Nick finally said,
leaving Robin with a huge smile on his face. Michael also nodded slowly,
not trying to think of his ass may be being split open by a teammate's cock
later on.

"Okay, as host, I get to spin first," Robin said as he sat back down. He
held the bottle close to the ground and with one quick flick, he spun the
bottle. It went round and round and round in circles until it finally came
to a standstill...pointing at David de Gea.

"David! You sexy fucker! Lets see what Im gonna do with you," Robin
laughed, taking the dice and winking at the Spaniard. Robin rolled the dice
over the floor and it landed on 2 (a Kiss on the neck from behind).

"Starting with the easy stuff, mate!" Ryan teased Robin while the latter
got up and walked over to David and pulled him up.

"Doesn't mean that I'm not gonna enjoy it!" Robin said, looking lovingly
into David's eyes. He gently turned him around and hugged the Spaniard from
behind. He gently leaned his head on David's neck, breathing in the scent
coming from the sexy United keeper. He placed his lips solemnly on David's
neck, feeling the little hairs underneath. He felt David sigh and literally
melting into him. Robin released David, giving him an extra squeeze,
thanking him for allowing this. He smiled when he felt David squeeze him
back.

"Good Lord, that's so fucking gay..." Michael Carrick said, looking at
straight at David, not forgetting the stories that was going around about
him and Phil. Nevertheless David took the bottle from Robin and quickly
spun it around. He would really do anything to any of his teammates, but he
prayed that the bottle wouldn't land on Phil. Please. Anyone but Phil.

David saw the bottle stopping...directly on Javier Hernandez. Chicharito
was flabbergasted. He fucking hated David! Out of seven fucking people, the
bottle HAD to land on him?? David just laughed and threw the dice, which
landed on Number 3 (a Passionate kiss lasting 2 minutes). Chicha was not
looking foward to this at all, as he was never gonna enjoy it. What made it
worse was that Phil, Ryan, Michael and the rest began to make kissing
sounds, taunting them.

"Oh shut up," David said as he walked over to Javier. He gently held out
his hand. Chicha had now choice but to take his hand and getting up. David
looked into Javier's eyes, and gently placed his hand behind his neck,
caressing the back of Chicha's head. Carefully he brought his face closer
and placed his lips on Chicharito's. The latter was determined not to enjoy
it, but the moment that David leaned in to kiss him, his cock was hard as a
rock. David deepened the kiss, searching for and demanding entry to
Javier's mouth with his tongue. Chicha moaned slightly, grabbing David's
slim body, pulling it towards him, embracing him and caressing his
back. Chicha finally allowed David to enter his mouth, their tongues
mingling and enjoying the swapping of saliva. Chicha was hating this
man...but he was so loving David's kiss. He reached up and gently ran his
fingers through David's soft hair before they heard Robin's voice.

"TIME!! Jeez, you guys wanna get a room?"

David and Chicharito slowly came apart and continued to look in eachother's
eyes before David made his way back to his spot where he was
sitting. Javier Hernandez almost forgot that it was now his turn. He took
the bottle with shaking hands and spun it around. He couldn't take his eyes
of David. He was so...so beautiful. How the fuck could be hate a man to
beautiful as David? The latter also had trouble keeping his eyes of the
cute Chicharito. The sounds of laughter and pats on his back told him that
the bottle had infact stopped...on Nick Powell.

"Chicha, I'm telling you now mate, you better pray that you don't have to
fuck me..." the straight Nick said with a smile. Chicha just returned his
sexy smile and threw the dice. It landed on Number 1 (Licking of the torso
from the navel towards the chest).

"Awe mate! Get your top off!" Wayne shouted, punching Nick on the
shoulder. The youngest member of the 8 players stood up and defiantly faced
them.

"You guys all wished you had this sexy body!" he bragged and swiftly ripped
his t-shirt off. A true defined six pack, youthful stomach muscles and a
ripped chest greeted the seven other players. Phil couldn't help thinking
that David's body was way more sculpted.

"Come on dude! Lick this hot body right now!" Nick Powell addressed
Chicharito. The latter stood up and walked over to Nick. There was
something to sexy and innocent about the eighteen year old. Chicha leaned
down and placed his hands on the sides of Nick's body.

"Oh I like this. You can give me a blow later on, mate!" Nick laughed.

Chicha leaned in and smelled the sexy cologne that Nick was wearing. He
stuck out his tongue and licked his way upwards on Nick's sexy body.

"Oh fuck mate, what the fuck are you doing to me...fuuccck," Nick breathed
as Chicha's tongue was doing wonders on his young stomach. Hernandez felt
the ridges, abs and pecks underneath his tongue as he was travelling
upwards. As he came to Nick's stiff nipples, he decided to freak his
teammate out just a little. He took Nick's right nipple in his mouth and
began to work his magic.

"AHHH FUCK!!" Nick yelled and took Chicha's head into his hands, caressing
the Mexican's hair. The latter was giving him feelings and emotions that he
didn't quite know the name of. All the soon Chicha was done, as he licked
Nick's Adam's Apple and finally released him, winking at him before
returning to his seat. Nick was more than a little stunned to be
honest. Never before did he feel his body being worshipped like
that. Nevertheless, he placed his shirt back on, it was his turn afterall.

"Damnit!" Nick shouted as he couldn't get the maximum energy and power
behind the spin. It only spun 45 degrees before landing on Robin.

"You should be glad its me, dude!" Robin laughed as he waited to see what
Nick would have to do with him. Nick took the dice between his fingers,
which was now shaking, and threw it. It landed on 6 (The person on which
the bottle lands must fuck the person who spun it).

"Oh hell no!! I'm not letting you fuck me!" Nick yelled out in disgust.

"You can be glad its Robin and not Wayne!" Ryan yelled out, while all the
rest was trying their best to keep from laughing. Nick Powell's teenage
arse was gonna be fucked!!



Gonna end it here for the first chapter. Any ideas you want me to write
about with the players in this story, please send me a email on
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