Date: Thu, 10 Nov 2011 14:34:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Ryan White <ryanstories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Owen seduces De Gea chapter 2

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*Last time out, David de Gea had just joined Manchester United, and the
ever sexy Michael just knew he had to have the sexy, lanky Spaniard in his
bed. We discovered that Michael had had a on/off fling with the Mexican
hottie, Javier Hernandez aka Chicharito. Michael invited David over, and
was shocked to discover that David had been inlove with him since he was 7
years old. Michael gave David a fantastic blowjob, while Michael got off by
humping the United new boy. Michael didn't promise David anything permanent
though, and here is what happened in the meantime.*

Phil Jones comforts David de Gea

The locker room at Old Trafford was dead silent. Every single player that
sat there, including captain Nemanja Vidic had absalutely nothing to
say. How, how on earth did something like this happen? It was a day which
no United player nor supporter would ever forget. And the one person who
just wanted to go home and literally kill himself was David de Gea. There
had been numerous crap keepers at United in the past couple of years before
Edwin van der Sar, but none of them came close in letting SIX goals in at
their home ground. He knew that it was probably all his fault, and it was
not the first time that he made massive mistakes in matches. He just could
not understand it, he was brilliant in the games against Arsenal, Chelsea,
Stoke and Liverpool, especially against their bitter Red rivals, in which
he made a stunning save from Jordan Henderson, which caused United not to
lose the game. But this...this was something which was going to take some
time, if ever, to get over with. As he stood up to get dressed, he saw the
pain in the eye of Phil Jones, who was sitting next to him. Another new
comer to the United cause, he was feeling just as guilty, ofcourse in being
a defender. David took off his green keeper jersey, showing those sexy,
tight, eight pack abs to the walls of the locker room. He felt a presence
behind him, and saw Michael Owen, dressed in his black suit and tie. David
wanted to cry, he really wanted to, but he wouldn't allow himself to. After
that amazing night he had with Michael, in which he handsome older player
had sucked him off, things really changed. He and Michael only had one more
time together, that was until he discovered that Michael was also fucking
Javier Hernandez. David refused to have sexual relations with Michael when
he was also placing his dick into another guy, so he told Michael that it
was best if they didn't meet up anymore. Michael didn't mind in the least,
as Chicharito's ass was always more than willing, including that of Joey
Barton, who turned Owen on sooo much seeing him in his Queens Park Rangers
shirt. Michael indeed felt very sorry for David and placed his hand on his
shoulder.

"Meet me outside, David. I wanna tell you something. Don't keep me
waiting," he said before getting his sexy body out of the locker room,
leaving the tears to silenty drip down David's cheeks. He angrily wiped
them away, and got dressed. As he left the room, he accidently bumped into
Phil Jones, also looking like death. David awkwardly smiled at Phil before
leaving the locker room, only to be called back by the young Englishman.

"David?"

"Si?"

"Mate, what happened today was shite, okay? But we need to move on! Its not
what you wanna hear right now, i know, but please mate...don't let this get
you down any more than it already has. Remember, Im here for you, okay?"

"Thank you, Phil", David said and made his way out to his car, and then he
remembered that Michael wanted to see him. Michael patiently awaited David,
and when he saw him arrive, something in his heart went out to the younger
boy. Michael wasn't a bad person at all, but sex was very important to him,
and since Chicharito was offering it, he couldn't stay away, even if it
wasn't what David wanted. He knew David wanted a relationship with him, and
that was just not even remotely possible. David walked over to Michael, his
hands in his pockets, showing off his young, hot body, and Michael, against
his will this time, got hard.

"Hey you...just wanted to speak to you alone for a little while, think we
can go over to your house? I know Edurne is away for a performance. We need
to speak, David. Especially after today. Come on, mate...what do you say?"

David kept quiet for a while, and then he nodded. He ran over to his own
car, climbed in and drove out of the Old Trafford, with Michael close on
his heels. During the trip back to his house, David wondered what on earth
Michael and himself still had to talk about. Michael made it perfectly
clear that he wasn't a one man guy, and God forbid that the fans, other
players of Sir Alex had to find out about all of this. As far as he knew,
only himself, Michael and Javier knew about their sexual activities. They
finally reached David's lavish home that he brought for himself and
Edurne...fuck he didn't wanna think about that fucking slut! Spending all
his money, while sending the majority of hers to her family in Spain. But
he couldn't leave her, he knew that. There would be too much media fuckers
all demanding some sort of explanation, and what would he say? That he had
been in love with Michael Owen all these years? Imagine that! He climbed
out of the car, glad that the rain had finally stopped, and walked over to
Michael, who was already out.

"Come on in," David said and unlocked the front door. Michael was
amazed. The shy little boy from a couple of months ago was gone, and here
was a confidant, although sad, young man offering him something to drink,
to which Michael declined as he sat down on the expencive couch.

"David, please come here," he said. David ran his fingers through his hair
before joining Michael on the couch opposite his. Michael sighed and stood
up, taking a seat next to David. He could hear the heavy breathing coming
from the sexy Spaniard and once more he revelled in David's good looks.

"My God, you are so beautiful," Michael said before leaning in to kiss
David, but ended up kissing air as David abruptly stood up.

"Michael, i am sorry, but if you came here toinight hoping for sex, then i
am afraid i am going to say no. Please go."

Michael was stunned. Not only that David de Gea was the first person to
actually say no to having sex with him, but that fire and agression that
leaped into David's eyes.

"David, why this now? You know how I feel about you, mate" he said,
caressing David's beard with his right hard, gently wiping his thumb over
David's bottom lip. But once more he was in for a surprise.

"You know, Michael that I loved you since I was seven years. After that
night we had sex, i felt like I could even leave Edurne, if that meant i
could be with you. But the person I am sexually involved with, has to
belong to me and me only. I am sorry, but that is how I was raised. Now
please go."

Michael Owen had never felt so...so...lost ever in his life before. He
turned to walk to the door, opening it and looking back at David one more
time. In the beginning, he just wanted David because he was hot, sexy and
beautiful, for a little fun. Now, Michael wasn't so sure that it was just
lust that drove him to De Gea. David just stood there in one place, not
moving. He actually did it. He sent away the one man he had loved for close
to fifteen years. Once again he felt a silent tear dropping down, as he sat
down, and for the first time in six years, David de Gea cried like a baby
over Michael.

A knock on the door startled David. He frantically looked up at the clock -
19:30. Fuck, he must have fallen asleep! He quickly got up when he heard
another knock at the door. Please God, he prayed, let it not be Edurne, or
worse, Michael!

"Hey mate, thought I'd come and see how you were doing after today!" Phil
Jones said happily as he playfully slapped David on the shoulder before
entering.

"Oh Phil, i am really not in the mood for people now, amigo..." David
started to say before Phil silenced him.

"Dude, Edurne is away, we got crushed 6-1 in front of our own fans
today...there is no way in hell either of us can be alone tonight. Say what
you want, but Im ain't leaving."

Surprisingly, David found himself laughing at Phil's cocky wit. He really
loved Phil, as the latter did his best to make David feel welcome, even
more so as Phil arrived at United only a few weeks before David did. They
hung out more with eachother than with the other players, and ofcourse Phil
knew nothing about David's fling with Michael.

"Come on, you just relax, i brought some Coke and steaks. I'll fire up the
grill and get started. You mate, don't have to do anything."

"No, no Phil, I help you. It is not right that you come to my house and do
work alone. You are right, that looks really nice."

"Haha mate, you still can't pronounce 'delicious' can you?" Phil laughed.

"No i cannot, but you try speaking some Spanish, then we see who laugh!"
David joked back. He couldn't believe that just a few hours ago he cried
over Michael. Phil made him feel so alive and young, maybe because Phil was
only 19, two years younger than David. And even though David was gay, there
was so sexual attraction from his side to Phil. Phil was a heck of a good
looking guy, and it didn't hurt that the youngster had a rather big cock,
but it was just friendship. They had a terrific time, Phil had done the
steaks incredibely well, and it was very tasty indeed. After the meal, they
decided to play some pool, with David winning the first, and Phil the
second, forcing them to play a third round to create a winner. David won,
leaving Phil pouting at his loss, but David just threw his arms around Phil
and hugged him from behind.

"And now mate? Hey, I love getting hugs but what was that one for?" Phil
asked.

"Just for being here, Phil. I was really down from today's game and here
you came and made me happy again. I wonder that Nemanja, Wayne and the
others are doing now? I wonder what is running through their minds..."

"Yeah mate, it wasn't fun at all. When Darren scored our goal, i reckoned
we might just nick a draw if we are lucky, guess you have to lose some,
right?"

"Si, that is correct, bt you do not lose 6-1 at Old Trafford, no?"

David had changed from happy and energetic, back to the depressed state
that he was in that afternoon, and Phil knew he had to do something to
cheer up his teammate and, fast becoming, best friend. He walked over to
David and gave him a brotherly hug, which David immediately returned. He
felt his hands roam all over the young teenager's back, feeling the strong
back muscles created ver all those years at Blackburn Rovers. Phil himself
was tightning the hug on David, smelling the cologne on his friend,
smelling the gel in his hair...and something triggered him to break away
and look his teammate straight in the eye. David was confused as he watched
Phil looking at him in the dim light of the living room. Could it be...

Phil answered that question with a resounding nod and leaned in to slightly
kiss David's lips, lingering his face to De Gea's, feeling the slight hairs
of David's beard scratching his chin. David wanted nothing more than to
take his teammate to bed, but it was way too soon after losing Michael, but
ofcourse Phil wasn't to know that.

"Mate, im sorry, I don't know what came over me...I guess I..." But this it
was David who silenced him.

"I do not mind, Phil. Im so tired after today, I do not want to argue to
keep my eyes open. If you want to stay over, you can. Pleas amigo, do not
think I am angry because I am not. But I am not ready for this." And with
that, David de Gea made his way to his bedroom, his head swimming with all
that happened that day. Phil Jones, on the other hand, was
flabbergasted. From the moment he first saw David de Gead playing for
Atletico Madrid, he thought he was sexy. When he heard David was coming to
Man United, his heart leaped. But he could never try such a thing like he
did five minutes ago. If not for the pain and hurt of the humilation that
they suffered today, he would never have done it. But guess what!! David
wasn't mad, he didn't chase him out!! Phil calmly made his way to what he
knew had to be one of the spare rooms. He quickly caught the light under
the door of David's room. The door was only half closed. Phil took a deep
breath and dared to peep inside.

Merciful heavens. David had taken off his shirt, his tie, and his
undershirt, and his rock hard eight pack was evident for anyone to
see. This was more than Phil could handle and made his way to the spare
room. That night both United players dreamt different dreams. In David's
nightmare, he was having lovely passionate sex with Michael Owen fucking
him in the ass with his rock hard 7 incher, before he was electrocuted but
none other than Javier Hernandez, and Phil Jones had to save him from
death. For Phil, he dreamed that he and David had won the UEFA Champions
League with Man United and they were celebrating by lying in eachother's
arms, reliving every moment of the game. Mutual caressing would eventually
turn into passionate kissing, with Phil waking up with a smile on his face
just as, in the dream, he rested his head onto David's chest. He got up,
knowing that they had to be ready for training in two hours. He walked into
David's room with the sole purpose to wake him up, when he stopped...he had
no choice. Infront of him was quite plainly the most beautiful man that he
had ever seen. David's handsome face was streaked with tears, probably
having some nightmate of sorts, Phil thought. He gently sat down on the
edge of the bed and resisted the temptation to stroke David's face.

"Fuck David, why do you have to be so fucking beautiful?" he whispered
before getting up to fix them breakfast, meaning to wake up David later
on. But as the door closed, David's eyes opened, having heard every single
word that Phil had said.

It all happened so quickly. Phil was busy scrambing some eggs, buttering
toast and getting started on the coffee one moment and the next he felt a
presence behind him. Turning around, there was David...OH MY WORD...he was
naked. Phil could not believe what his eyes were showing him...that
chiseled face, the rock hard eight pack abs, the v-shaped sculpted area
heading down to that stiff 8 inch Spanish meat that was dangling with every
breath of David. He blinked his eyes once or twice to make sure he wasn't
still dreaming. David calmly took the bowl of eggs out of his hand,
switched the oven off, and placed his hands on Phil's broad, young
shoulders.

"You make me happy last night, after what happened against Man City. No one
else, Edurne did not even call. Not even Michael could. Only you..."

And with that said, David de Gea leaned in and this time he kissed the
stunned Phil Jones ever to tenderly, transferring all the prent up anger
and frustration into his teammate. Phil sighed emotionally as he pulled
David closer to him, feeling his heart beat faster against his own. Two
souls yearned for eachother's touch as Phil ran his fingers through David's
hair while their tongues battled for supremacy. David was the first to
break the kiss and took hold of Phil's shirt, pulling it over his head. Now
while he lacked the abs of De Gea, Phil Jones had nothing to be shamed
about, his big, buff body, with just the hint of a six pack was turning the
Spaniard on big time. David once more leaned in, this time to discover what
Phil's neck had to offer.

"Oh David! Fuck mate! Ive wanted you for so fucking long!" Phil cried out
as he lovingly held David head in his hands. David moved from Phil's neck
back to his face when he once more stuck his tongue down the sexy English
youngster's face. Phil then pushed David off him, trapped him against the
kitchen wall and smothered his face and neck with kisses. David's eyes
rolled back into its sockets as not even Michael Owen or Edurne ever
pleasured him like that. Phil moved down as he licked and kissed David's
ripped chest, savouring the clean taste and the feeling of those sexy pecs
underneath his tongue. He lovingly ran his hands over the strong, muscled
flesh that he had dreamt about for so long. Finally, he couldn't wait any
longer. His water positively watered as he stared at David's cock. David
himself leaned into the wall, so that his cock stood proud into the
air. Phil took the prick into his hands and rubbed the sheer texture of it.

"Phil, please..." David pleaded.

Phil kneeled between David's legs and kissed his boner, ensuring a deep
groan from the Spaniard. Pre cum was flowing freely onto Phil's hand, and
lowered his mouth onto the top of the mushroom shaped head, tasting the
sweet jems that came from the new Man United keeper. Phil licked all over
the top of the strong, red flared cock, and carefully sucked the entire
length into his mouth. David, caressed Phil's hair, grabbing onto it,
holding his head into place as the feelings were more than he could
handle. Every single suck stimulated David's cock like never before, warmer
than ever before, being bathed in the warm mouth of Phil Jones. David knew
that he was about to blow, and with a fierce pull of Phil's head, he
blasted his young load into the mouth of his teammate. Phil hungrily sucked
up the sweet-sour tasting essence of the sexy David de Gea, savouring the
thick paste in his mouth, before standing up and kissing David, slowly
giving a taste of his own sperm. Emotionally exhausted and drained, David
started to slide down the wall as his legs gave in, but Phil was there to
pull him up and holding him in his strong arms, holding him tight, rubbing
his shoulders lovingly. David got his bearings back and leaned his forehead
onto Phil's. The two footballers simply stood there and held eachother for
what felt like an enternity. Suddenly David pulled back and took Phil's
hand, leading him to the living room, gently laying the younger man down
onto the couch. Phil's fantastic, beefy body was on full display as David
ran his hands over his nipples and lower abdomen. Finally he reached Phil's
trousers, and in the horny state that he was, David literally ripped them
off. He gently massaged Phil's cock through his boxer shorts, before ever
so slowly pulling them off to reveal the thick, juicy, teenage cock of Phil
Jones.

"Oh mate...you're not going to...OH MY FUCKING SHITE!!!" Phil moaned as
David innocently took hold of his cock and swiftly guided it into his ass.

"David, fuck mate, Im not gonna last long here!" Phil screamed as David de
Gea's tight as was squeezing and milking his teen cock more than ever
before. David, trying hard to ignore the throbbing pain in his ass, leaned
over and kissed Phil passionately as the latter kept pounding his wet
hole. Phil looked in awe as his thick cock took turns to appear and
dissapear from the sexy Spaniard's body. Phil reached up and caressed
David's sweaty abs. David grabbed Phil's hand and directed it to his once
again rock hard dick, allowing Phil to toss him off while he fucked
him. Cum spurted like a volcano between his and Phil's stomach, coating the
teenager's body with his thick footy cum. That sight was one too many for
poor Phil Jones as his balls pulled and unleashed their hot, protein fluid
into David's beautiful body. David collapsed onto Phil, grabbing the
younger man with both arms as they held eachother's sweaty bodies. David
carefully looked into Phil's eyes, and lovingly kissed Phil's
forehead. This was indeed the start of a great friendship...and just
maybe...even more.



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