Disclaimer: 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, other than what I read in the news.
This story contains descriptions of homosexual relationships of a hardcore nature between consenting adult males. If it is illegal for you to read this material, then don't, or at least don't let anyone find out. If these sorts of things offend you then the same applies as above.
Author's Notes: This isn't my first story on Nifty, but it's been well over a year since my last posting, so I'm a little out of practice. This story was inspired mainly by a picture of David Beckham and Wayne Rooney I found on a website. I'm posting a link here to the picture, which is hopefully not against Nifty rules as it's a link to my own profile.
I was also inspired by several authors:
`Beck Home' by Austin Fan -- a great pairing of David Beckham and Ryan Giggs
`Sexy Stars at TOTP' by Mac Smith -- great for British Celeb fucks!
And `Achilles Hole' by Kairal Medal, that inspired me to write the story.
If you like this story, I'd take the time out to track down these stories and take a look. They all should be in the celebrities section (though Beck Home and TOTP may be in the pre-2002 file by now)
Anyway, after that lengthy opening, you can get to the story now!
John Arne Riise
Beckham was walking through the stadium ground of Old Trafford in
Heaving a nostalgic sigh, he carried on in front of the West Stand until he reached the Player's Tunnel, taking one last look at the expansive stadium before turning and taking the familiar route along the corridor further into the building.
Continuing his self-guided tour, Dave took a quick look around the player's lounge, with its familiar pink toned walls, red carpet and pine furniture, before carrying on to the dressing rooms.
He took a quick look around the Away Team dressing room, as he hadn't ever had much opportunity to go in there before (both dressing rooms were basically the same) finding it still splattered with mud from the Newcastle player's boots, before moving on to the Home Team changing room.
It was when he reached the Home changing room however, that he finally stopped. He was standing just outside the entrance to the room, the smell of deodorant, recycled air and just plain footballer stinging his nose, listening to an oddly familiar sound echoing against the walls inside.
"Oh man, oh yeah! Fuck me!"
"Yeah! Fuck, you've got such a sweet tight little arse!"
Dave grinned to himself as he recognised both voices, and understood immediately what was going on. Taking a quick glance around to make sure that the corridor was completely empty, he walked inside.
The scene he arrived on took his breath away. Wayne Rooney was sitting on the continuous changing room bench around the wall, still in his game kit of red shirt, white shorts and white socks, only now the hem of his shirt was pulled back behind his neck, exposing his broad slightly muscled and also slightly hairy upper body, and his shorts had joined his socks around his ankles, along with his white supporting pants (briefs in the US). And sitting in Wayne's lap was none other than the stunning figure of John Arne Riise, the Norwegian Newcastle Midfielder, his dark blue Away kit shirt on the floor a few feet way, his shorts stretched over his knees as he bounced his firm hairless butt up and down on Rooney's knob, both his hands beating on his own 8 inch dick as he bounced, groaning and grunting in satisfaction.
The sight of the extremely cute and fit
moment or two,
"How's it goin' Becks?" He said lightly, not slowing the fuck for a second "Didn't expect to catch you around here!"
"More like I caught you!" Dave laughed "See you've still got
the Old Trafford tradition still going strong there,
The Old Trafford tradition was that the player who scored the winning goal in a match got to fuck one of the other players from the loosing team. Rooney had obviously scored the `2-nil' goal, and had chosen John as his prize. David would probably made the same choice. John Arne Riise was a quality fuck indeed!
Hearing another voce in the room, John's eyes suddenly opened, a look of surprise and slight guilt crossing his face, until he noticed the unmissable prominence in David's tracksuit trousers.
"Enjoying yourself David?" he asked in his sexy Scandinavian accent, indicating Dave's bulge with a nod of his head.
"Not as much as you clearly!" Dave replied, reaching down to grip and squeeze his growing dick through his trackies as it expanded down his right leg.
know I don't mind sharin' mate!"
be great!" Dave replied enthusiastically, feeling his dick grow a couple more
centimetres down his leg. "
I'd love to take care of that for you!" John said between grunts as
get you in a better position!"
David moved into the room now, shucking off his Adidas fleece as he went, leaving him in a white vest that showed off his arms, chest and six-pack. Getting to his knees on the floor, he moved in front of John. He then fished out his throbbing cock from his pants, and hooked it over the waistband of his trackies.
John gazed at Dave's cock for a moment, tantalisingly bobbing and swaying in front of him, a long and veiny ten inches of meat with the foreskin rolled back to expose the shiny plump head, which smelled strongly of David's precum, with a faint hint of knob cheese as well. Leaning forward on his arms, John eagerly sucked the bulbous head into his mouth, cleaning off all the precum that had gathered in his foreskin with his tongue before taking about two inches of the wide shaft into his mouth as well.
"Oooh, fuck yeah!" Dave hissed as a warm mouth closed around
the sensitive head of his cock for the first time in almost half a year.
Getting more confident he let his narcissistic side reveal itself slightly
"Fuck, yes, suck it Arne! Suck it! You like big Beckham dick, I'll bet! Bet
you've been dreaming of it for years, just like everyone else in
"Hmm yhhh!" John answered, his mouth full of Beckham cock. In his case, Dave's arrogant ramblings were mostly true. He'd been wondering for years just how big Beckham's knob was, what it looked and tasted like. And now he had about three or four inches of its ten inch length wedged in the top of his throat! "Fffk yhhh!"
"How `bout me?"
"Ooohh sht!" John mumbled and slurped. Dave's sweet precum was now beginning to saturate his taste buds, and with Rooney pounding his big thick cock deeper and deeper into him on almost every stroke, he was in heaven.
"Yeah, shit!" Dave growled moving his hands to the back of John's head and mussing up his fashionable bleached-tip `feuxhawk' hairstyle (shaved quite short at the sides, but long on the top and back, and gelled up into a ridge along the top like a Mohawk). "Ah yeah, come on, swallow more of it! You're throat's bigger than that isn't it? Come on, show me how much of my big dick you can take!"
Without waiting for John to reply, Dave used his hands to pull John's head closer to his crotch, forcing more of his monster into his mouth. John struggled a bit and snorted through his nose to get enough air, but Dave didn't let go, until he finally felt John's lips press against his pubes.
yeah, he did it!" Dave gasped, actually surprised "Aw, fuck yeah
told you that you'd enjoy yourself!"
"Ohh yeah!" he half laughed as John's throat muscles dragged on his knobhead, trying to suck it back in. When all but his head was out of John's mouth, he pulled his head forwards again, to feel his cock stretching John's throat muscles, easily gliding back in.
Dave continued this motion over and over again, until his cock was pummelling thoughtlessly into John's gullet, his loins crashing against John's jaw, as John slurped and snorted as he sucked down all the precum that Dave was providing so generously, hoping he'd get to taste the main course.
wasn't to be. John felt
stopped for a moment, as
"You done up
there yet, big guy?"
"Hardly even close!" Dave leered at him.
"Looks like you've lubed him up more than enough as well!" Dave laughed, seeing the small puddle forming on the floor under John's hole.
dick from John's mouth, slightly reluctantly at that, Dave switched positions
then, cocksucker, clean my dick for me!"
Trusting to this theory, David put his knobhead to John's hole and pushed hard. His hole suddenly seemed to give way, and without meaning to, Dave had slammed his gigantic cock deep into John's body, with more than half his bodyweight behind it.
John yelled at the top of his voice. It had hurt, certainly, but Dave's huge fucker had struck where no other guy had before. He spread his legs, pressing himself against Dave's hips, trying to get more in; more, more!! More huge Beckham cock!
Dave growled, as his hands came up to stroke his belly and chest as his cock
sank deeper into John's butt. He could feel his shaft sliding around John's
white hot hole on a layer of
"Awww...my god!!" John shouted as Dave's huge cock spread his
arse cheeks apart, drawing out and then driving back home, each inward thrust
causing him to bump his forehead against
"Aw yeah, ah...good idea..." Dave moaned as he thrust back into John's velvety furnace again.
Dave, get his legs and flip him."
trying to resist thrusting in and out again, took John by the thighs just below
his hips, and stood as well, bringing John up with him, with
"Oh, FUCK YEAH!!" they both shouted. Wayne and David then put John back down to the floor, now lying on his back, with Dave on top of him.
I'm gonna fuck you so hard!!" Dave moaned as he took hold of John's legs by the
ankles and pulled them apart, leaving John completely open to him. He began
thrusting hard with exaggerated movements of his hips, snagging his cock on
John's prostate with each stroke, causing him to moan louder. Dave remembered
He pulled off his white shorts which were still around his ankles and threw them on the bench. He then kneeled down again, this time with his knees on either side of John's head.
John looked up from where David was kneeling between his spread legs, and saw Rooney's furry arse-trench directly over his face, and guessed in an instant what was coming.
he managed to get out, before his speech was cut of as
meanwhile was beside himself with lust. He had never gangbanged anyone before,
it had always been one-on-ones, even with one night stands and quick fucks in a
public toilet, like when he'd shagged Robbie Williams in the loos at the
Dave wasn't sure how much more he could take of this, and all at once, he felt the inevitable sensation in his balls meaning that the end was approaching. He knew he wanted to slow down to prolong this further, but he was so caught up in the fuck that he just kept going faster and faster, unable to stop.
Dave, shoot that big Beckham load up his arse!"
Dave reached the point of no return.
yeah!! You fuckin' bitch!! Take my FUCKING
Nobody moved for a moment. Then Dave carefully pulled his softening cock from John's hole, stood panting, and gingerly sat down on the bench behind him, leaning against the wall in exhaustion, beads of perspiration running down his face and chest, soaking into the white vest he was still wearing.
John let Wayne's beefy cock slip out of his mouth, where it proceeded to dribble precum and saliva down his chest, and looked around at Dave sitting there on the bench, all out of breath, his flaccid cock lying between his legs, obviously as spent as the man himself.
John still hadn't blown his load yet and was still fully horned up, but an idea popped into his mind.
He stood up, and whispered in
Dave looked over at
In a few seconds, the two football stars where going at it
like they hadn't fucked anything for months, rather than both having fucked
John less than five minutes ago. One of
wasting any more time,
"Oooh, yeah!" Dave groaned,
stretching his arms and putting his hands behind his head in a relaxed posture as
Wayne cleaned off his cock, lapping up the excess cum from under his foreskin
and the cum and juices from John's butt. Even after having shot just les than a
few minutes ago, he felt himself beginning to get hard again. He smiled to
himself, recalling how much
In another two
minutes, Dave was at full mast again, while
"Fuck, that's hot!" Dave hissed, as the image came into his head of Wayne getting gang-banged by Gary Neville and Ryan Giggs, whom he had both done in the past, picturing Wayne grabbing hold of Ryan's copious chest hair as Gary railed his own thin yet very long cock into his arse.
With these pictures
in his mind, it wasn't long before
Dave opened his eyes and saw John now standing in front of him, hand on his hips with his still loaded eight-inch dick straining up from his groin.
"What D'yo want, Riise?" he asked, jokingly.
haven't made me cum yet," John complained through a grin "Becks shouldn't be
wasting that load into your cum dump of a stomach,
"I've already fucked you once, mate, you want another round already?" Dave laughed.
"Fuck yeah!" John exclaimed enthusiastically, taking his cock in his hand and fisting it slowly "Anything for a bit more Beckham Dick! Now get that sexy ass down on the floor and let me ride you!"
"Okey-dokey, mate!" Dave chuckled, finally pulling off his vest, revealing his lightly muscled chest and abs shiny with his sweat, then sliding off the bench to sit on the floor, supporting himself on his arms with his legs spread out, his irresistible ten inches rearing up from his loins "Climb aboard!"
Licking his lips, John moved over Dave and kneeled down to straddle his hips, Dave's hot Beckham cock rubbing up and down along his furrow, making it wet with precum. Making Dave gasp as the tiny hairs along his crack scraped over his sensitive dickhead. Finally, John aimed up his hole over Dave's pole, and lowered himself, gasping as the head popped inside him again. He then sat down fully, cramming the whole lot into his chute. It wasn't at all painful, John's hole having been invaded and lubed by Dave only ten minutes ago, so all he felt was pleasure and the feeling of having David Beckham wedged in his guts, his sexy face grinning up at him cheekily.
"What are you waiting for?" Dave asked, curious as to why John was just sitting there on his dick, which was screaming to be unloaded again.
both of us up you?" Dave questioned dubiously, a hesitant look on his face. "I
mean, I'm fucking huge, and
"Fuck, I can take it!" John said impatiently, wiggling his arse about on Dave's hips, moving his cock around inside himself. Dave cried out in panic.
"Ahhh, fuck Wayne, get yourself up him fast, I'm not gonna last too much longer!"
"Fine, if you say so, man," Wayne conceded, moving around the two of them, looking sceptically at John's hole being stretched so wide by Dave's giant, and then looking down at his own fat cock "But I dunno if this will work."
"Trust me guys, I can do it!" John repeated, dying to feel something moving about inside him, but desperate for it to be both these two footy hunks.
Deciding not to argue any more,
He was shocked when John's hole seemed to loosen up entirely, allowing him to work his huge head inside.
"Awww, owww!" John, grunted, his
face screwed up in pain as
"Yeah, fine," John groaned through gritted teeth "Just don't move for a sec."
He took a minute or two to let his butt loosen up some more and for the muscles to stop hurting, before he wordlessly began to gyrate his hips around, moving his sweet cheeks in circles on top of the two huge boys inside him.
"Ohh yeah!!" Both Dave and Wayne groaned simultaneously as their shafts began to rub together through John's movements.
"You like that guys?" John teased, sweat pouring off his from the effort. "You like having both your knobs up me?"
John screamed in pain and pleasure as he was stretched wider
than ever under
Dave had until now just been lying there with his eyes
closed, concentrating on John's cries, Wayne's growls and the feeling of a
tight ass around his cock alongside another huge cock, as well as the smell of
the other guy's sweat and funk. But as John's cries got louder as
"Ahh, you big dicked mutherfucker!!" John yelled as he felt Dave begin to move inside him as well, reaching further into his guts than Wayne, and he rose from a hands-and-knees position until he was sitting up straight on Dave's lap, bringing up his hands to grab Wayne's as they continued to massage his solid pecs.
you're a sexy little bitch, Arne!!"
is!" Dave hissed, grabbing John by the waist and beginning to pound him harder,
trying to match
John howled, right before
It wasn't long before Dave began to pant out that he was getting close again.
"Aww, yeah, it's finally coming, John! Get your tight little butt ready for my second load!!"
And with that he began to pump John full of his seed for the second time, making his arse nice and slippery for Wayne, who threw his head back and bared at the ceiling like a rutting dog, bringing his hands down to work on John's bloated cock.
"Oh yeah, Rooney, yeh, go on, don't stop, don't...ahhh!!" John managed to babble out before he finally released his load, spraying Dave with his boiling spunk, who licked it up eagerly from his face.
long to wait, fucker!"
And with that he spouted his second gigantic sloppy load of the afternoon, making John's butt awash with both his and Dave's spunk.
Wayne slowly withdrew from John's butt, not noticing that John kept his ring tight over Dave's spent shaft to prevent any fluids escaping, and sat down on the floor next to them both, panting heavily like a rhino. A moment or two later, Dave pulled his receding cock from John as well, also failing to notice that John again made sure that he lost none of it.
"That was fuckin' amazing!" Dave panted, smiling at John "Where the hell did you learn to take two guys up that tight arse?"
"Well," John began, standing up straight with a slight wince as he felt his sphincter muscles twinge slightly "I got fucked by Ally McCoist when I did `A Question of Sport' a while back." When they both looked a bit blank, not having had the opportunity of seeing Ally in the buff, he elaborated, "He's about an inch or two shorter than you, Dave, but thickness wise he's bigger than the both of you put together!!"
"Jesus fuckin' shite!"
"Don't even get me started!" John chuckled, remembering the quick yet devastating fucks he'd shared in pub bathrooms with Ally since the first time!
It took a while for the guys to clean up the mess of splattered cum they had made, but in twenty minutes both Dave and Wayne were fully dressed again in their tracksuit training gear.
"Well it was great to see you again John!" Dave said sincerely, reaching out to shake John's hand.
"Likewise Becks," John said accepting the handshake "Hope we can do this again sometime!"
"Me too." Dave smiled.
A few minutes later, Wayne and David were walking through
it feel to be back?"
"Wish I could stay longer!" Dave said, only half joking "I've missed all the fun."
missed you too Becks!"
"Oh, yeah!" Dave said, a horny smile coming to his lips.
Another few minutes and they were driving,
Back in the dressing
room, John was just pulling on his briefs again, when he turned to see a
familiar figure in the doorway. He smiled, as Stephen Gerrard,
Stephen smiled as he saw John, and moved over to plant a deep and gropey kiss on him.
"So, what you doin' here so late?" Steve asked John with a knowing grin "Been busy, have we?"
"Fuck yeah!" John said as Steve squeezed his ass. "You'll never guess what I've got for your dinner!"
"Tell me!" Steve said, a big smile lighting his features.
"Two double loads from Wayne Rooney, and David Beckham!"
"You're shittin' me!" Steve yelled, his eyes lighting up in glee "I thought I smelled Becks' cock when I came in here! Well, what are you waitin' for? Get those pants off and let me at those loads!"
grinned as he pulled off his pants, got down on the floor again and felt
Stephen's long tongue groping inside his chute for the wonders within. He
didn't care what the fans or anyone else thought, he was fuckin' glad that
Well that's it! Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! If you don't know what the celebrities involved look like, just type their names into Google Images, you'll find loadsa pics.
I dunno if there'll be any continuation to this story; I'd like there to be, but it's difficult for me to come up with storylines. If any of you have any ideas for pairings (or more!) then drop me a line (my email should be at the top of this file). Otherwise, hope you had a good wank! See you round.
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