Date: Fri, 15 Oct 2021 22:26:51 +0000
From: matt ryan <woowoowoo_10@hotmail.com>
Subject: All for the team... 3

This story is completely fictional.


How it all began...

Jordan Henderson, now in his early 20s had made the jump from his boyhood
team of Sunderland to Liverpool FC. It was a bold move, but one he
thought he had to make for his career. Despite a good start to the
2011/2012 season the team took a dive in the second half. With the new
season on the horizon the midfielder had more competition for his spot
and rumours were swirling about a transfer to Fulham -- the last thing
Henderson wanted. There was tension in the team due to their lack of
performance. They weren't gelling, rumours were swirling and people were
unhappy. Henderson needed some perspective. Was this move a mistake? What
had he done wrong? How could he change that? He figured the best place to
go was to the man with the most experience in this team, a Liverpool man
through and through.

"Jamie, can I have word" Jordan said timidly approaching Jamie
Carragher, the veteran player a decade or so his senior.

"One minute...What is it?!" the thick Liverpudlian accent responded with
almost no tone to judge his mood.

Carragher in particular had been edgy the past season. His temper was
well known but he seemed to be struggling with something else so Jordan
wasn't expecting a great reception.

"Have you heard the transfer rumours? I don't want to leave!"
Henderson blurted out not even letting Jamie answer with clear emotion in
his voice.

Jamie gave a knowing half smile; he had heard the rumours as everyone
had. The defender wasn't a man of many words off the pitch, especially
now; he was tired, frustrated at his performance, the team and the
inevitable end of his career approaching. He considered waving Jordan off
and getting out of there but something about the kid's enthusiasm hooked
Jamie.

"Come with me!" He guided Jordan through the corridors of Anfield,
"The impression I get is that the higher ups don't think you are a team
player!" answering as honestly as possible, he had no energy to temper
himself.

"I have put everything I have into this club the last year!" Jordan
responded clearly a little annoyed.

"That's the thing Jordan, one of the most important things you can
learn in football is that is isn't just about you. It's about the team!
What is good for the team!" Jamie responded as the lift rose through the
building, "It isn't all about what we do on the pitch. It's about the
bond, the team spirit, motivation. That's what separates a good team
from a top team"

Jordan paused for a minute. He was young, maybe he had been arrogant and
ignorant to the finer aspects of the game. Carragher was definitely the
man to talk about Liverpool in particular -- the definition of a one club
player.

"What can I do?" Jordan almost begged.

The two men stepped out into the VIP longue completely empty at this
time. Ahead of them a fully glass wall lined with tables that looked out
over the pitch.

"Look out there!" Carragher motioned at the still lit up pitch, "This
club means everything to some people, to me! What is it to you? Just a
stepping stone in your career?"

Jordan didn't respond instead taking in the view along with Jamie's
words. Was this where he wanted to spend his career? Was he just using
the club? Until now he hadn't really thought about it. Now he was being
forced to he realised he had been drawn here for reason, he wanted to be
here, no, he needed to be here. He resolved himself to that decision, to
this club.

"I..I want to stay here! I want to become part of this club, not just a
player!"

Jamie smiled at Jordan's youthful enthusiasm "It takes more than words
Jordan!"

"Please?! I'll do anything!" Jordan pleaded.

Jamie paused for a minute. He took a seat in one of the prime chairs
looking out over his beloved club. He was tired and frustrated rubbing
his forehead. His body was weary, always tired now. He wasn't the bright
young player he once was, no longer getting the attention he felt he
deserved, both at work and at home. This had been building a long time,
he knew his time was coming to an end. He just needed something, he
didn't realise what, just some sort of release.

"Suck my dick!" Carragher spoke without even thinking the words
through.

"W-what!" Henderson stammered almost laughing, the last thing he had
expected to hear.

Jamie stopped for a moment, should he laugh this off as a joke?

"I said suck my dick!" His accent becoming thicker with these words and
his cock swelling already at the mere thought.

"I'm not gay!"

"This isn't about that! I need this Jordan (and he really needed it).
Look, I have no influence over the club, I'm not promising you a
position or anything but fucking hell I need to feel something, something
for me!"

"Can't you pay someone for that?!"

Jamie laughed "and have it all over the papers, no thanks mate!"

Henderson looked at Jamie seated in front of him, he looked drained,
somehow desperate but he could see the clear outline of a cock forming in
his tracksuit bottoms. His mind raced for what seemed like eternity but
in reality, was only a few seconds. He felt a bond with Jamie in this
moment, a bond he hadn't felt with a teammate before. Carragher was
being raw and honest coming to Jordan, a junior player of no standing,
for help -- and Jordan could help with this. He liked that feeling.

"Nobody finds out!" Jordan asked nervously.

"Not a word!" Jamie smiled, the relief of Jordan's agreement already
evident in his demeanour.

Jordan licked his lips nervously; his heart was pounding. Was he really
about to do this? He shuffled closer to Carragher, dropping to his knees
in front of him. There was a definitely hard cock right in front of him
and he didn't have a clue what to do next. Closing his eye, he placed
his hand over the bulge prompting a sigh from Jamie -- Jordan was pretty
sure the defender hadn't been getting this sort of attention at home for
a long time. Henderson couldn't quite believe what was happening but he
had his hand on Jamie Carragher's hard cock and he had to admit it felt
less weird than he thought it would. He grazed his fingers up and down
the material covering the cock tracing the outline of the head,
inspecting it like his new toy.

Carragher was clearly keen for more. Jordan wrapped his fingers around
the waistband of Jamie's pants and pulled them and his underwear down in
one tug. The cock sprung free smacking against Carragher's t-shirt
covered stomach. It looked so big to Jordan from this angle, well bigger
than his own and he was a decent size, but he had no real comparison.
Looking up at Jamie he took hold of the meat, a satisfied smiled
immediately creeping across Carragher's face. He watched the defender
pull his t-shirt over his head as he enjoyed Jordan's touch. The cock
was hot in his hand, it felt different to his own, harder maybe but also
spongy, he had never considered how different feeling another man's cock
might be. Instinctively his hand ran up and down the length.

"Fuck! That's it, Jordan!" Jamie moaned the tension drifting from his
body.

A sly smile crept across Henderson's face - his hand working the length
of Carragher's cock just felt...right. Jordan jerked the cock like he
would his own, adjusting his technique slightly at every muttering of
satisfaction coming from Carragher. Every man knew that nothing could
work your cock like your own hand so the younger man tried to take his
cue from Jamie's reactions. Henderson was almost lost in the moment,
mesmerized at his hand jerking the other man noting the precum leaking
and covering the swollen head - he had almost forgotten Jamie's original
request. Swallowing hard he then bit his bottom lip at the thought of the
cock in his mouth. His mouth filled with saliva; Henderson wanted to
taste this cock. The thought had never crossed his mind but now it was
all consuming -- suddenly realising that his own dick was dripping in his
tented pants.

Henderson hesitantly kissed the head of Jamie's cock, the taste of
precum filling his mouth for the first time. The taste was different to
how he imagined but it wasn't unpleasant. He parted his lips to let the
tip of his tongue graze the smooth skin. He himself liked to be teased so
he figured Jamie would too. Flashbacks of the best blow jobs he had
received ran through his mind as he put the memories into action. He held
out his tongue and slapped the heavy meat against it treating himself
like a slut. Jamie seemed to like that. Teasing was fun but both men were
anxious for more. Jordan wrapped his hand around Carragher's dick and
took the top half of his cock in his mouth, clasping the shaft between
his top lip and tongue. He bobbed his head up and down on the length of
the dick that he could manage. Keen to impress Henderson forced more into
his mouth choking at the extra meat invading his throat. Jamie chuckled
and placed a hand on the back of his head -- Jordan loved that feeling
for some reason. He learned quickly taking more of the cock each time
with his tongue and lips working the shaft and head. It wasn't perfect,
he was drippling and slurping all over the meat but the other man seemed
to appreciate it. Finally, he managed to take the entirety of Jamie's
dick down his throat, chocking around the thick meat much to Jamie's
pleasure.

"Can I fuck you?" Carragher moaned desperately now completely consumed
with his own gratification.

Jordan hadn't been expecting that. He stopped to look up at the older
man, he could see the genuine need for pleasure etched on his face, their
eye's locked for a moment. Henderson could only nod in response but his
hole twitched the moment he agreed - something he hadn't expected.

Jamie rose immediately pulling Jordan up and pushing him back to pin him
to one of the tables overlooking the pitch. He placed a hand either side
of the shorter man's neck and forced their lips together tasting himself
on Henderson's tongue. Both were breathing heavily into the rough kiss,
Jordan instinctively assuming the submissive role, though Jamie's
actions were laced with a sense of desperate need. Carragher was soon
pulling at the bottom of Jordan's shirt lifting it over his head and
throwing it aside. He kissed Jordan again now pushing down his pants till
they reach his mid thighs, he could feel Jordan's bare cock now hard
against him but barely registered it. Carragher's rough hand were on
Jordan's glutes, the perfect size, shape and feel you would expect from
a professional sportsman. Henderson was spun with a hand on his back
encouraging him to bend over. He placed both hands on the table so his
ass stuck out perfectly for Jamie -- Anfield stadium now displayed in
front of him. There was a spitting noise and he suddenly felt
saliva-soaked fingers rubbing his virgin hole -- touched there for the
first time was a feeling he would never forget, so intimate. He heard the
noise again feeling the fingers again, this time more pressure as they
pushed into him.

"Relax lad!" Jamie ordered as he forced his fingers into Jordan -- he
had no time to make this easy on him.

Henderson winced at the fingers invading him. It hurt like hell but he
felt a strange determination to take the pain. He realised they were now
buried in him to the knuckle, grazing his prostate momentarily as they
rutted in and out of him for a few seconds. That was new. Before he had
time to process the situation and the new sensations Jamie's cock was
pushing into him, now glad he had slicked it up with his mouth.

"Fuck mate you are so tight!" Jamie moaned enjoying the feeling of
Jordan's virgin hole wrapped around his cock.

Jordan grunted through pain as Jamie drove into him. There was no
stopping the older man now, he started fucking the newly broken in bottom
immediately. The midfielder had his eyes closed tightly shut trying to
bare the pain of another man's cock tearing his hole up, unable to quite
recall how he had ended up in this position. Carragher was pounding into
him now, plunging his cock deep inside Henderson. Jamie's hands were all
over him, grabbing him at the waist, hips, shoulders, anywhere to help
fuck him better.

"Oh fuck, so tight" Jamie mumbled incoherently, "Take my dick you
little slut!" those words causing Henderson's cock to throb.

The initial pain finally subsided and Jordan felt his hole relax almost
welcoming the cock. Beyond the physical pleasure that Jamie was dealing
his prostate there was a different type of satisfaction taking hold of
Jordan. He opened his eyes finally to look out over the stadium. The
defender was fucking into him like an animal high above that bright
green, flood-lit pitch that meant so much to so many. A sharp smack
landed on his ass, the top was definitely enjoying himself now. He could
tell from Carragher's deep groans and enthusiastic fucking that he was
relishing this, that Henderson giving up his hole for Jamie's pleasure
was something he appreciated, something he needed. Jordan knew now that
his own pleasure was in taking care of someone else, taking care of his
team. At that revelation Henderson came. His cock had been pressed into
the table and was grinding between it and his body as Jamie used his
hole. He hadn't even touched himself but his cum shot across the table,
his entire body tensing at the intensity of this particular orgasm. Jamie
felt Henderson's hole grip his cock even tighter, too tight to hold out
any longer as his ball's emptied into the younger man. The defender's
body shuddered with each pump of his cum into Jordan. He hadn't had time
to ask for permission but he somehow knew Henderson would have done
anything he asked.

"Thank you!" Carragher gasped feeling the last of his cum empty into
Jordan, his words completely sincere and laced with gratitude.

Jordan looked up at the pitch. Jamie was slumped over him, cock still
inside him, cum starting to leak down his thighs but he knew this is
where he belonged. This club was everything to him now and he would do
anything for the good of the team.


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