Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2013 01:35:33 +0000
From: Leo Roads <leostories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Taking it out on Bale Part 2

This story is fiction and not intended to imply anything about the real
sexuality of Wayne Rooney, Gareth Bale or anyone else mentioned.

Part Two.

The 1st part ended with Wayne Rooney and Gareth Bale realising that someone
had seen them during their sexual encounter.

Gareth pulled his boxers back on, along with his shorts and searched
outside for the mystery person. Wayne followed, still naked. 'You may as
well go back mate, get changed. I'll find them'. Gareth did as he was told
and strolled back into the Tottenham changing room to get dressed. Wayne
was fuming, his secret had been exposed, but by who? He had a feeling it
was probably another player, but he had no idea who. Rooney slammed the
United changing room door wide open, hoping to see someone. But he
didn't. He walked over towards his kit bag on his bench, realising his
shirt was missing. They had stolen his shirt as well as his boxers and
shorts. 'What the fuck?'

Previously, when the game had finished, Man United's goalkeeper, David De
Gea had some interviews to attend to, plus a stern speaking to from manager
Sir Alex Ferguson. His season was not the best and he is under threat from
being sold on in the transfer window. He was about 45 minutes later than
his teammates. As he wondered back to the changing room, he heard some
moans in the Tottenham changing room, so he went to investigate. He popped
his head round the shower room corner to see what was causing the noise. He
couldn't believe his eyes, his idol, and the man of his dreams, Wayne
Rooney was fucking the Welsh wonder Gareth Bale. He carried on watching,
unbeknown to them, his cock grew to its full 9 inches in no time, causing a
huge tent in his muddy shorts. He didn't want to be caught so he was about
to leave. He noticed Rooney's boxers and shorts on the floor in front of
him; the young Spaniard swiftly grabbed them and ran out of the door. Wayne
and Gareth then noticed that someone was watching them.

De Gea went to gather his things quickly before anyone noticed him, but it
was too late. He heard Rooney in the corridor, swearing and obviously with
rage, so David threw everything into his bag and hid in a nearby cupboard,
whilst holding Wayne's clothes. He was still in his goalie kit. The
cupboard was small, it had a few balls and cones from training, but it
wasn't really used. His tall, slim 6"3 frame could only just fit into the
stuffy cupboard. But David panicked, what would Rooney do if he knew it was
him?

Wayne stormed into the changing room. 'Come on! Come out you fucker! Ya
scared of me? Come on!!' Rooney screeched. But it was to no avail. He
searched the entire room for evidence, leaving no stone
unturned. Nothing. Until he noticed that his shirt had disappeared. 'What
the fuck? First my boxers, now this? What perv would do this?' He couldn't
do anything about it now, so he forced himself to calm down.

Wayne put his United tracksuit on, not having any spare underwear he had to
go commando. He didn't mind, he often went commando, obviously not on the
pitch though. He liked his thick dick to be let loose sometimes. The only
problem was that you couldn't not see it through his tracksuit
bottoms. Wayne didn't care though, if anyone tried to look at it, he'd just
be proud that he was well endowed. After getting changed, Wayne was about
to leave, after all, his teammates would be wondering where he was. The
rest of the team were in the players' lounge, waiting to leave on the team
bus to Manchester about an hour later. He then noticed the cupboard.

He strolled over, not expecting to find anything, Wayne opened the
door. Much to his surprise, standing right before him, was the 6"3 hunk
that was David De Gea. Rooney was stunned, he looking at De Gea's hands,
they were clutching his sweaty Calvin Klein boxers, football jersey and
shorts. He clicked. Wayne knew then that David fancies him, badly. Rooney
liked being admired, although he never liked being admired by men, until
that day. The 5"9 beefy scouser had mixed emotions.

He pulled David harshly out of the cupboard, David thought Wayne was about
to give him a good kicking and take his clothes back. But he couldn't be
more wrong.

'You can keep my clothes you faggot, you're obviously desperate for
them'. David was still shaking with fear, but he was now extremely
confused. Wayne slowly took his CK's back off David, taking them up to his
own nose, inhaling deeply.

'Ahhh, smells so fucking good doesn't it, my cock'. Wayne said in a husk
tone towards a shocked David.

'Here, inhale whore' Wayne shoved his CK's into David's face, right against
his nose. David did exactly what Wayne commanded him to do, not just
because of the fear, but because he was so desperate for a piece of the fit
United star. David's sense went wild as he breathed in the scent of Wayne
Rooney's sweaty cock. A tent formed in his own shorts, and it was growing
rapidly. It was almost erect by now. De Gea knew he couldn't hide it from
Rooney, so he just let it grow to its full 9 inches. His cock was very long
and pretty thin, and cut. It was clean, much like his pubes, which were
non-existent.

Rooney decided to tease the hard and worried goalie. He pushed lips up
against David's. He placed a very light kiss on David's moist lips, but
then he stopped. He stayed there for a little while, just breathing on
David's face, this was turning them both on a hell of a lot.

'You want me so fucking bad don't ya, Spanish faggot, you want my cock
don't ya, s'at why you're so hard now? Course it is. Haha'. Rooney looked
down at David's long cock, nodding with approval. It was about an inch
smaller than Wayne's and a lot thinner, but Wayne knew he had a huge beast
of a dick. Rooney pulled down De Gea's shorts and red CK briefs in one
single motion, causing David to shudder.

Wayne clutched David's cock hard, jerking him off with quick, yet sensual
moves.

'You're desperate aren't you mate.' De Gea just nods.

'Your missus still in Spain?' Rooney questions, still with David's cock in
his hand.

'Err, yeah' was all De Gea could say.

'Not getting any action then? Poor thing. Bet you balls are ready to
explode!'

David sighs, 'Si sir'. Rooney, stopped tugging at De Gea's crotch.

'Well you're gonna have to wait a bit longer you Spanish whore, here, put
these on'. Rooney holds his own boxers in front on David's face again.

'What? Why?' David replied.

'We haven't got time, plus I love seeing you squirm'. David did as he was
told and put on Wayne's sweaty CK boxers, they were a bit big on him, but
David still looked hot in them, Wayne loved the sight of David in his own
boxers. Rooney then grabbed David's small red CK briefs and inhaled so
deeply, breathing the scent of David De Gea's sweaty cock and balls. David
had to control himself from cumming there and then.

'You smell great you sexy fucker'. Rooney slowly licked the briefs, where
David's cock was just minutes before.

'Fuck, Rooney'. David could barely believe it, he was so horny right
now. More than ever. Wayne swiftly removed his tracksuit bottoms in one
motion. David couldn't believe he was just inches away from Wayne's exposed
meat, the sight and smell of a sweaty, horny Wayne Rooney almost made him
cum in Wayne's boxers right then. But he held on. Rooney took care in
pulling De Gea's tight red CK's on, he knew David would be unable to
contain himself. He dragged them past his thick, meaty thighs and over his
still soft cock and low hanging balls.

'There, how do they look?' Wayne said with a wink, as the tight CK's
outlined his thick cock beautifully, also showing off his amazing
thighs. De Gea was speechless. His mind went completely and his arm reached
out uncontrollably to Wayne's bulge to caress it, but he was snapped out of
it when Rooney slapped his hand away. David's heart sunk.

'You need to earn my respect before you touch my thick meat, you understand
bitch?' Rooney knew that the more patient he was, the more horny and
desperate David would get. He pulled his trackies back up again, covering
the amazing sight and grabbed his bulge tightly. Giving David something to
think about before he left.

Rooney collected his things and left David in the changing room, horny as
hell and oh so desperate for the United striker. David looked down at
Wayne's boxers he was wearing, as well as his shirt and shorts from the
game. He grinned handsomely.

Wayne wondered back to the Spurs changing room to see if Gareth was still
around, he was in luck. He opened the door at an immense sight. His eyes
gazed upon the beauty that was Gareth Bale, half naked. Gareth was standing
away from Wayne, he was putting on his Tottenham tracksuit bottoms, doing
it slowly, with intent, as if he knew he was being watched. Wayne watched
with amazement as his eyes glossed over Gareth's huge, thick, muscled
thighs. Wayne's bulge twitched in his 'new' briefs. Gareth turned, his eyes
met Wayne's instantly, he loved the fact that Wayne was staring him getting
changed.

'Fuck mate, that's hot' Rooney complimented. He grabbed his bulge in
appreciation of Gareth's physique.

'Glad you like it mate' Gareth replied. He winked at Wayne and watched
Wayne rub his crotch through the fabric.

'So do you know who saw us?'

'I do, but don't worry, they ain't tellin' no one'. Rooney tugged his
tracksuit bottoms down to his knees. Bale was confused.

'Are they, theirs?' Gareth questioned, he could not take his eyes off the
tight briefs hugging Wayne's huge bulge.

'Yep. They're so desperate for a piece of me, so I wouldn't worry mate. I
might even get us in a threesome'. Wayne winked, Gareth grinned. They both
left. Gareth went back to his teammates, while Wayne headed towards the
United changing room. Again.

When Wayne left David earlier, David was so close to cumming there and
then, without even touching his long meat. He briskly sat down on the bench
to unload his aching balls. He ripped off his tight, soaking shirt and
threw it to his side. His extremely toned torso was revealed, his tight 6
pack glistened beneath the layer of sweat that covered it. David could just
wank to his own body whenever he wanted, and he did. But there in his mind
right then, was Wayne Rooney, and what could happen in the future. David
pulled Rooney's worn, sweaty shirt up to his face and he pressed it up
against his nose. His nose was against the arm pit section of the jersey,
where the scent was strongest. He inhaled immensely, his hand was already
of his smooth cock and was jerking it very quickly. His breaths became much
louder and he started to moan. The smell of Wayne threw David over the
edge.

'FUCK! WAYNE! OH MY GOOOOD!'. David couldn't control himself, his chest
pounded furiously, and he came immediately. Endless amounts of Spanish cum
launched across David, covering his face, chest, abs and Wayne's shirt,
some managed to reach David's hair. He was drenched. But it was worth it,
he had never been so horny in all his life. He lay there for a minute, just
admiring his own perfect body, caked in gorgeous thick semen. He wiped the
mess with Wayne's top and lay there naked, with Wayne's boxers round his
ankles.

The changing room door crept open, causing David to flinch, but he quickly
calmed down, as he realised it was Wayne. Rooney could tell that David had
came, and who could blame him? He walked towards David, making De Gea's
cock grow once more.

'I see you came mate, nice one, wait, you used my top?!' Wayne was so
turned on by the fact that De Gea had used his shirt to clean himself
up. He held up the shirt and nodded in agreement.

'Now that. Is hot'. Rooney placed his shirt onto the bench beside him and
admired De Gea's body. He sighed. He noticed David had some fresh cum still
on his cheek, he leant down and seductively licked De Gea's thick cum right
off his cheek and swallowed.

'Mmm, fucking tasty mate. Maybe you'll taste mine soon.' Wayne winked and
left the room. Leaving De Gea wanting to cum again.

De Gea got changed eventually and left to board the team bus on the long
trip back to Manchester. He looked towards the back of the bus, he saw
Wayne signalling him to join him. He couldn't say no, so he eagerly walked
towards the beefy 27 year old and sat beside him. They were one row ahead
of the back seats and 3 seats behind everyone else. This opened an
opportunity. Wayne's teasing of David was just about to increase...

What happened next? Who else might get involved?


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