Hey guys. While im between
writing my pokemon stories, I heard the story this morning that Michael Owen
might be leaving
This story has nothing to do with the real life of Michael Owen or Joey Barton. This is only a figment of my horny imagination. Please enjoy and feel free to drop me a little note about the story at firstname.lastname@example.org
Premier League sex
It was early morning around St
James's Park and the feeling was gloomy around the
"Hey there Mike," Joey said in his sexy accent as Michael opened the door.
"Hey Joey. Man, im glad you're here, Louise has been away all week and im tired of sitting here all alone. Can't go out aswell without being hounded."
"Don't worry since I've got no girlfriend or wife I can stay whole day if you want me to."
Michael sat down on the sofa and
pointed for Joey to join him. When he switched on the telly, there was a
rebroadcast of the Manchester United vs
"You miss those days, Mike? The days that the name Michael Owen was on all the girls's lips?" Joey asked, smiling at Michael.
"Honestly mate; I don't know what they saw in me I was just a regular footballer."
"Holy shit, Mike you have got to be kidding me! You were the sexiest thing of the nineties!"
It took a little while for Michael to understand just what exactly Joey had said and when he did, all that he could do was look at Joey, totally confused.
"Mate, come on don't go winding me up here..."
"Im not, Mike. I've heard
stories, my friend. Good and nasty stories, also those that can easily get you
off and get your cock spurting like champaigne. For example, Nicky Butt told me
of you and the Neville brothers. Shit that must have been totally hot,
Michael Owen was stunned, like a
footy fan had never seen him before, while, as Joey was talking, he was
relieving that fateful Saturday night, when Gary and Phil Neville fucked and
sucked him until it drained his (at the time) eighteen year old balls.
"And then, when I received my first England cap against Spain at Old Trafford, Steven Gerrard told me an interesting story aswell...yeah man he told me how you two were inlove and having a secret relationship. Man, how you two could have thought that nobody would notice...you two couldn't keep your eyes off eachother!"
Michael's cock grew harder and harder inside his boxers as he thought back to the first time him and Stevie both admitted to eachother that the attraction between them wasn't just that. They were inlove. That night, Steven clawed into his bed with him, held Michael in his arms and the two (then) Liverpool teammates kissed ever so gently while the moonlight shone through the window, shining its light upon the two lovers, holding eachother, caressing eachother's muscular arms and chests while Michael rested his head on Steven's shoulder. When Michael moved to Real Madrid, they could no longer keep it up though.
"And finally I think you should
know that Wayne Rooney isn't the most trusting person you will ever meet
because he told me about the time that he first came into the
Michael was truly uncomfortible
having this conversation with Joey, but the images of Wayne Rooney, naked and
his big cock throbbing in Michael's asshole was just too much.
"So I was wondering...Gary and
Phil are sexy as hell, Steven...well he is a walking orgasm and
Michael looked quickly at Joey, his eyes widening.
"Are you saying...?"
"Come on, Michael! You're hot, and with no wifey here, come on mate; let me make you feel good."
With that Joey Barton leaned over the sofa towards where Michael was sitting and gently touched his chim with his right thumb. Michael, with no sexual relief all week, leaned into Joey's touch and soon Joey's entire right hand was caressing the side of Michael's face.
"You know Mike, when I first saw
you playing for Liverpool and in the world cup in
Michael was flabbergasted but he kept his cool. Joey Barton was totally sexy and handsome in his own right and Michael was flattered by all the kind words. Fiercely, he grabbed Joey's hand and placed it on his chest. Joey was clearly shocked, but slowly a smile was spread around his georgeous face and he sat forward and kissed Michael. The two pairs of lips crushed together like magnets when they collided and there was no turning back from there. Michael moved his hand behind Joey's neck to bring him closer while Joey ran his fingers through Michael's hair, having trouble breathing, resulting in kissing such beauty. Joey released Michael's lips, kissing the side of his neck and towards his shoulderblade. Then he stood up.
"Can you just please take off that shirt so I can kiss that fucking sexy body of yours before I go mad?" Joey spat out in all angst. Seeing Michael Owen naked in the showers after games was one thing, this was sooo erotic seeing the sexy Michael beneath him. Michael tore of his shirt to let Joey stare at the famous Owen abs and chest. Joey sank to his knees and slowly reached his hand out to touch and caress the rock hard pecs and stomach muscles. He leaned up to kiss Michael again and then he started his journey downwards, kissing Michael's neck, his shoulders, his nipples, taking just a little more time in sucking and biting them gently, exciting a groan from the Owen stud. Joey Barton placed his hands behind Michael's back, holding him and then went to work on Michael's fantastic stomach. His lips felt so good on Michael's bare stomach but he wanted to get to the ultimate prize. Slowly he placed his hand on the bulge in Michael's trousers, looking up at Michael once more.
"Mate, I have to have this. You only live once, and if I don't do this now...Michael Owen may I suck your cock?"
"Anytime, baby. It's yours. You want it so much, who am I to stop you?" Michael said in that sexy accentm smiling down at Joey. Joey gently rubbed Michael's pecks one more time and then placed his hands at the waistband of Michael's trousers. He pulled them off slowly, revealing finally what most guys and girls all over the world have or had been dreaming about. The seven inch cock of Michael Owen. It was indeed a beauty, standing proud and erect in the air. Joey lovingly smiled and took the cock into his hands. Michael started to breathe faster, his cock wasn't gonna last long, not after almost a week of no action. Joey opened up his lips and sank it down the cock.
"Oh yeah Joey that's it, suck my cock...shit man your good you sexy boy..."
Michael's sweet and nasty talk
turned Joey on even more. Bit by bit he sank his lips down until, at last, the
entire cock was down his throat. He moved his hands towards the insides of
Michael's thighs, caressing the skin there while beginning the bobbing movement
on Michael Owen's cock, up and down, up and down, he tasted the amazing and
delicious flow of the pre cum as it oozes out of the cock. Michael ran his
fingers through Joey Barton's black hair as his cock was sucked by the
"Im cumming, man! Im soooo cummmminnnnng!!!!"
Michael Owen lurched his back upwards to push his cumming cock more into the mouth of Joey Barton who felt the splashes and gushes of Michael's cum flow into his mouth and it tasted oh so fucking good. There was so much that he spat out what he couldn't swallow and threw himself into Michael's arms to kiss him, his mouth still full of the Owen cum. Along with the kissing, Joey made sure that he tranfered Michael's cum back into his mouth for the former Liverpool stud to swallow his own cum. Joey pressed his face against Michael's, kissing him full on the lips, a dream come true at last.
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