Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2022 10:28:41 -0500
From: Patrick Thomas <red.cheshire.writer@gmail.com>
Subject: Ball Boys

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"Ball Boys"
Starring Zayn Malik and Cristiano Ronaldo
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Author's Note: This story is set in September 2021 in Manchester, England.

** Because of the different uses of the word "football" in the United
States and elsewhere, the word 'futbol' has been used here to indicate that
the characters are referring to soccer.  It's a little clunky but wanted to
avoid confusion.

~

Zayn moaned, his hands clutching the sides of the bench as his ass got
railed. The scent of sweat and testosterone filled the locker room; opening
his eyes, he admired the muscled form of the stud standing between his open
legs. The other guy was still wearing a red futbol jersey, white shorts on
the floor around a pair of ankles that flexed as the hunk pounded Zayn's
hole, both of them moaning. Zayn grinned - the whole encounter was
unexpected but very very pleasurable.

~ ONE WEEK EARLIER ~

Sighing, Zayn got out of his car and trudged across the parking lot, making
his way towards the stadium. A red scrap of fabric was hanging from his
hand - not the white, amber, and claret colors that he preferred. But he
was in town visiting family and he was doing this for his younger
sister. Rolling his eyes, he opened the door and entered the Manchester
United stadium. Inside, the volume of people was large - both in numbers
and sound. Cristiano Ronaldo had just resigned with Manchester and the fans
were excited, especially since they had just scored a victory in his first
game with the team the day before.

Entering the line, Zayn slowly made his way towards a table festooned with
Manchester's colors and large posters of the team's players. He flicked
through his messages, grinning at some photos that Tom Holland had sent of
himself and Tom Hardy. 'He said he'd do anything to be in the next Spidey
movie.' Zayn read Tom's message and tried not to laugh out loud - the
little scamp said he had a pretty good story to tell. Another message, this
one from Nick Jonas, said 'Early birthday present to myself' with a picture
attached showing the singer with his face pressed up against a pair of red
leather pants. 'Helping a friend get ready for the Met Gala.' Zayn's grin
grew, eager to find out who the stud was plugging Nick's mouth. Knowing
Nick, there was a video coming soon. He tapped out a message to John,
checking in with his long-time lover to see how things were going with the
"A Quiet Place 3" script. His smile turned warm and soft, eager to get back
to the States and the Krasinski house...and between the stud's sheets...and
legs...and everything else.

Clearing his throat, he closed his phone, the messages already causing him
to chub up. The last thing he needed was to try and hide a raging boner
while running errands. Two more people were in front of him...and then
none. He found himself across a table with a tanned Portuguese hunk, broad
shoulders and a blazing white smile.

"Good morning...Zayn Malik?"

Zayn blinked, surprised that Cristiano Ronaldo recognized *him*. "Uh,
yeah. Good morning, Mr. Ronaldo."

A hand reached out and took hold of his own with a firm handshake. "Just
Cristiano...or Ronaldo. No 'mister'."

"Ha. Okay - good morning Cris." He got some amusement at watching the other
man's nose wrinkle up at the nickname.

"Back at you - Uno." Now it was Zayn's turn to make a face, earning a big
laugh from the other man, followed by a wink. "And we're even now."

"How...?" Zayn's eyebrows furled in and up, confused.

"I'm a big fan. Anyway - you're here to get that signed?" Ronaldo pointed
towards the jersey in Zayn's grip.

"Uh, yeah." The singer was thrown off by the mental image of Cristiano
Ronald listening to his music...and apparently often enough that he
recognized him out of a crowd. "It's for my sister." He laid the shirt out
flat on the table.

Cristiano signed his name large across the back with a chunky black
marker...meanwhile, Zayn watched his arm muscles flex with the movement,
feeling his crotch threaten to rile back up again. "Not one for you?" The
hazel eyes looked up at Zayn, sparkling with amusement.

"Um...yeah, no. I'm go for Bradford."

"Hey, they're a good team. And they're not Leeds, so that's a bonus." That
big smile and a wink again. Zayn swallowed, trying to think of a response -
he was usually quick on his feet but he was out of his element here and the
whole conversation was unexpected.

"Yeah, fuck Leeds."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far." Something about Ronaldo's response confused
Zayn. "Anyway - Bradford's a good team. And the enemy of my enemy is my
friend...even if they do have a giant 'galo' on their kit."

"It's..." It took Zayn only a moment to realize that Ronaldo was teasing
him about the team's rooster logo. He gave up with words and just started
laughing with a shrug.

"Here, one for Mr. Malik." Cristiano reached into a box, pulling out a red
jersey. "Even if it doesn't have a big rooster on it. Medium?"

"Uh, yeah. And it's just Zayn, no 'mister' necessary." Zayn was intrigued
by this entire bit of banter...and started to become self-aware, realizing
that he was holding up a line of Manchester fans. Ronaldo quickly scrawled
his name on the back, sliding both jerseys across the table towards Zayn.

"Hey - we're having a party after this. Invite-only. Interested?"

Zayn blinked twice, the tip of his tongue darting out as his mouth opened
slightly and then closed again. "Maybe." His eyes narrowed as he spoke,
curious.

Ronaldo chuckled. "It's not an ambush, I promise. But maybe we can make you
a Manchester man by the end of the day." That wink and smile again,
throwing Zayn off and sending a jolt down his spine to his groin.

"Yeah, I'm in. What time?" He watched as Ronaldo wrote some information on
a ticket and handed it over to him.

"Show this at the door and they'll let you in. If anyone gives you trouble,
just let me know."

"How?" Zayn glanced down at the ticket and realized that there was a number
written on it. "Oh. Alright. See you later then. And thanks for the
jersey. My sister will be excited."

"And you?"

"We'll see." It was Zayn's turn to wink and smile, turning to head back out
to his car and make room for the next fan, hearing a squeal of excitement
from the Manchester fan who had been waiting mostly-patiently behind him.

~ A FEW HOURS LATER ~

Zayn exited his car again, back in the stadium parking lot. While he'd been
wearing a t-shirt, he was now wearing a blazer with a nice t-shirt
underneath, his jeans exchanged for slacks, and sneakers for a cute pair of
boots. He smiled as he checked his reflection in the car window - he loved
having an excuse to go clothes shopping...and was happy that he'd cut his
hair short, leaving one less thing to hassle with.

Arriving at the entrance, he showed the ticket to the guard who waved him
inside. The inside of the stadium was loud again, this time with music
instead of voices. He followed signs, arriving at the locker room which had
been turned into a meet-and-greet party area. Curious, he glanced around,
his first time visiting a futbol locker room, imagining the men walking
around in just towels...or less. Grinning, he picked up a drink and
wandered around, realizing that he didn't know a single person here.

"Hey, you made it!" A hand firmly clapped his back, that big smile shining
bright.

"Yeah, thanks for the invite. This looks...fun."

The corner of Ronaldo's mouth pulled up slightly, his grin becoming a
little devilish. "Not really. But it's part of the game, mingling with
sponsors and stuff. We have to pay the bills."

"You clean up nice." Zayn decided to follow his instincts and threw the
line out to see where it might go. Something about the earlier conversation
had left him intrigued. He glanced up and down Ronaldo's body, the muscled
form clad in a tight-fitting white button-down shirt and jeans which clung
to his body in all the right ways. Bringing his eyes back up, he found a
pair of twinkling hazel eyes.

"Thanks. You too. Alright, let's introduce you to some of the guys, so you
don't look so lost."

"I..."

"You looked lost. If it was a cocks party, maybe you'd be more at home,
yes?"

Zayn coughed into his fist, surprised. Shaking his head as he cleared his
throat, he found Ronaldo laughing, the muscles of his chest straining at
the tight shirt. "Bradford galo?"

"Yeah, that crazy rooster. I know, you're not a Manchester fan. But
maybe..." He winked, placing his palm against Zayn's lower back and guiding
him over to a small group of hunks. Zayn's mouth watered as he was
introduced to some fellow Manchester players. Ronaldo introduced the singer
to his teammates before being pulled away by their manager to speak with
someone 'important'.

The team was surprisingly down to earth, setting Zayn at ease. Throughout
the evening, Ronaldo kept reappearing, slowly introducing Malik to the rest
of the team. Each time, he was able to make small talk for a few minutes
before being called over to speak to yet another sponsor, bearing the task
with good humor. Finally finished with the money-makers, Cristiano settled
in with Zayn's small group.

"So, having fun?"

Sipping his drink, Zayn swallowed slowly as he tilted his head left to
right. "It's alright." His grin gave away that he was kidding.

Catching the other players' confusion, Ronaldo pointed at their new
friend. "Zayn here is not a Manchester fan...yet."

"It's true - I'm a Bradford man." The guys feigned surprise, striking
exaggerated poses.

Ronaldo's smile was wicked as he spoke. "Hell, I'm surprised he didn't come
in here flaunting the big Bradford cock."

"Who says I didn't?" Zayn grabbed his crotch, giving it a squeeze, smiling
ear to ear. The guys hooted and hollered, looking over at Ronaldo for a
response. Instead, the tall futbol star just laughed, letting Zayn win the
round.

Slowly, the party died down, the number of people dwindling down until
there were only a dozen or so people still mingling in the locker room.

The pair were finally left alone, Zayn inquiring why Ronaldo really decided
to make the switch to Manchester and Cristiano curious about when Zayn's
next album was coming out. Looking around, they realized that the dozen or
so people was now just a handful.

"So...is there an after-party or something?"

"Possibly." Ronaldo's response was short, his eyes looking at Zayn as he
tilted his glass to his lips.

"Possibly? That's...an unusual answer." The other man shrugged and then
leaned in close...so close that their bodies brushed against one another.

"Possibly. It depends - is Mr. Zayn planning on flaunting that big Bradford
cock?" Ronaldo pulled away slightly, just far enough to make eye contact
again, one eyebrow rising.

Zayn slowly took a drink and swallowed, biding his time, the corner of his
lip pulling up into a grin. "I might."

The corner of Ronaldo's tongue appeared, lightly licking his lips before
disappearing again. "Then there *might* be an after party."

It was Zayn's turn to lean in, their bodies coming dangerously close
together again, his crotch just barely coming into contact with the back of
Cristiano's hand. "And if 'I might' was 'I will' instead?"

Ronaldo looked up and down Zayn's body before meeting his eyes again,
locking his gaze as his hand slowly turned, cupping Zayn's bulge. "Then
'there's possibly an after party'..." The fingers closed in with a small
squeeze. "...would become 'definitely'." His thumb slowly stroked down
Zayn's thickening length. "It's a very small, private affair though."

Zayn swallowed, leaning in more, his crotch pressing against Ronaldo's
palm. It was his turn for his eyes to wander down, taking in the other
man's body before coming back up. "Something tells me it's not so small."
The two men grinned, matching mischievous glints in their eyes.

The next half hour was a blur. Later, Zayn barely remembered leaving the
party or following Ronaldo's car back to the futbol stud's flat. What he
did was remember was the taste of the other man's lips and the feel of his
skin as they tore each other's clothes off.

~

Zayn Malik chewed on Cristiano Ronaldo's lower lip as he ran his fingers
quickly down the front of the other man's shirt, making haste of the
buttons there and peeling it away. A well-muscled chest was revealed,
smooth and tan...and Zayn attacked it, his lips and tongue everywhere, his
hands ravaging the hot flesh, kneading into the brawny torso. Incapable of
coherent thought for the moment, Zayn was on autopilot with one goal - get
this stud naked. Thankful that there was no belt, he tugged at the
waistband of Ronaldo's pants, yanking them down. Somewhere, buttons and
zipper parts clattered against the wooden floor. Ronaldo moaned lightly as
Zayn's mouth fastened onto his bulge, hard and throbbing against the
smaller man's lips. The grey fabric was soon gone as well, sliding down
thick thighs, replaced by Zayn's fingers that caressed the muscled tissue.

He wasn't just appreciating the futbol hunk's body - he was worshipping it
with everything he had. Growling, Zayn rose back up to his feet and
attacked Ronaldo's mouth with his own, his tongue darting inside. His hands
pawed at Cristiano's bubbled butt as he began walking forward, the pair
bumping against moving boxes that were still strewn across the
flat. Finally arriving at the bed, Zayn pulled away slightly, his chest
rising with large eager breaths as he reached down towards the bottom of
his shirt.

"Wait." The word was half-request, half-demand, prompting Zayn to
pause. Ronaldo leaned forward, his tongue meeting Zayn's chin and taking a
long swipe along the stubbled jaw, tracing up to the other man's ear and
earning a groan. Cristiano's fingers replaced Zayn's and began pulling up
on his t-shirt, throwing it off to the side. He looked down and took in the
sight of the slim-muscled torso, decorated with a multitude of
tattoos. Ronaldo grinned as he anticipated exploring and finding each
little bit of ink. For now, he undid Zayn's trousers and pushed them
down. The two men stood in nothing but their underwear, bulges straining
outward.

Taking the lead, Cristiano placed his hand on the top of Zayn's head and
applied pressure, watching as the musician dropped to his knees. Looking up
with a devious grin, Zayn took the light blue band at the top of Ronaldo's
grey trunks and tugged down. Slowly, a patch of close-cropped dark hair
appeared. It was followed by a weighty shaft, lined with veins...when the
trunks cleared the end of Cristiano's rod, it bounced up into the air and
continued thickening and lengthening.

Zayn tilted his face upward and began licking at the rigid pole, feeling it
throb against his tongue. His lips found the tip, already wet with
Ronaldo's juices, and pushed the foreskin back, revealing a long
bullet-shaped cock head which quickly disappeared into Zayn's eager mouth.

His head twirled left to right as he began slowly bobbing up and down,
taking in the taste and touch of the Manchester United star's meat,
savoring it.

Zayn let the rod fall from his mouth, his tongue lapping up one of the
deeply-etched cum gutters. When his lips were at the edge of Ronaldo's
waist, he began bringing himself back up into a standing position. He
watched as the Portuguese hunk's hands played at the waistband of his black
briefs, pretending to tease him for just a moment before pushing them down,
his own manhood growing to full mast now that it was free of the cotton
confines.

Reaching down, Zayn took both cocks in his hand, side by side, admiring
them. Where his own dick was a little thicker at the end, Ronaldo's was
straight as an arrow. His mostly-smooth shaft looked like marble next to
the other man's vein-lined rod. Zayn's big, round cock head had the
appearance of a battering ram - Ronaldo's bullet-shaped head looked like a
missile ready to penetrate a target.

Zayn noted that while Cristiano was a little thicker, his own tool was just
a tad bit longer. Grinning, he looked up to meet the other man's eyes. "So,
that's what the 7 in 'CR7' stands for?"

"Possibly." Ronaldo winked as he leaned in, his lips caressing Zayn's. He
pushed his hips back and forth slightly, working their two rods against one
another.

Zayn sank back down to his knees, feasting on Ronaldo's meat. His light
brown eyes stared upward, taking in the sight of the futbol god's body as
his fingers scraped down the large legs.

Ronaldo pulled his new lover back upright and then forward, the two of them
tumbling onto the bed. Swinging his body around, he maneuvered into a 69
position, lowering his hips so that his rod drove in between Zayn's lips
once more. He sighed with pleasure as he took the weighty cock into his
mouth, tasting it at last.

Zayn's hands squeezed the hard-muscled globes of Ronaldo's ass, pulling him
further down, stuffing his throat with the other man's cock. He began
stroking his fingers up and down, admiring the firm ass..

His fingertips grazed along Ronaldo's hole, earning a long hungry
moan. Zayn's lips stretched further, smiling around the cock in his mouth,
as he began teasing Cristiano's entrance. The other man began tilting his
hips, relaying his desires.

Zayn slid his body up towards the headboard, getting a better view of
Ronaldo's ass before pulling it down, burying his own face. He heard
Ronaldo's moan turn into a whimper as he began eating out the hole. When
the stud began rocking back and forth, Zayn knew he was eager, willing, and
very ready.

Sliding out from underneath, Zayn rose up onto his knees. Despite their
size difference, he easily pushed Ronaldo down onto all fours. Gripping the
base of his cock, he smacked it against the other man's rear, watching
Cristiano's hips wiggle in anticipation.

"Lube?"

"Nightstand." Reaching over, Zayn retrieved the clear tube and squeezed it,
slicking up his pole and then working it up and down the cleft of Ronaldo's
ass. Tossing the bottle off to the side, he reached down and rolled
Cristiano over onto his back. Zayn's hands slid up the thick meaty legs,
taking hold and pulling them into a large v-shape in the air as he
maneuvered his hips into position, the bulbed head of his cock parked right
at Cristiano's entrance?

"Ready?"

"Fuck me."

"Sounds like a yes to me." Zayn pushed forward, burying a couple of inches
inside. Ronaldo half-moaned, half-howled as his guts were penetrated. He
recalled the sight of Zayn's baseball-bat shaped dick as it began burrowing
its way in, spreading his guts open.

Ronaldo's fingers dug into the sheets, clutching them. His teeth braced
together as he took a deep breath. When he felt Zayn's balls press up
against his ass, his jaw fell open, letting out a long shuddering breath.

"You good?"

Hazel eyes blinked twice, finding himself as his mouth curled up in a cocky
grin. "Didn't I say 'fuck me'?"

"Oh...someone's..." Zayn slid his hips back all the way and then moved
forward, sinking his length back inside. "...a hungry..." He repeated the
movement, watching as Cristiano's eyelids fluttered with
pleasure. "...little bitch, isn't he?" Licking his lips, he began thrusting
in and out, his cock sawing at Ronaldo's insides.

When the groans turned into happy moans, Zayn knew that the futbol stud was
primed and ready. He pushed down on the large legs until they were pressed
against the other man's chest. Getting a good grip, he leaned forward,
using both his bodyweight and the movement of his hips to work on Ronaldo's
hole. Zayn's body moved in a large undulating wave, a motion that began at
his shoulders and rolled down his spine, his hips rising as his back
fell...and then snapping forward, driving his meat all the way inside.

Within minutes, Cristiano was no longer moaning - he was whimpering. Zayn
grinned, seeing this hunk that was such an alpha male on the pitch turned
into a hungry needy bottom at the skilled motion of Zayn's fucking style.

He stopped, leaving only an inch of cock still inside...and waited. Ronaldo
took in a deep breath, coming back to his senses...and then became
impatient.

"Dammit...fuck me."

"Ah - what's the magic word?"

Ronaldo let out a big breath, his nostrils flaring with irritated
hunger. "Please?"

"That'll do." Zayn slammed his hips forward, earning another howl of
pleasure. He began ramming in and out, battering the Portuguese's
guts. Ronaldo's fingers left the sheets and clawed hungrily at the other
man's body, trying to pull him close. Covered in a light sheen of sweat,
Zayn's torso was difficult for Ronaldo to get a hold of - Zayn's constant
movement and Ronaldo's own state of unfocused desire didn't help. He gave
up, his hands lifted back over his head, pulling at the covers as he arched
his back, working to meet Zayn's power-thrusts.

"Gonna...put...my balls...in...your...goal." Zayn was panting as his orgasm
neared. Cristiano groaned again - this time both in response to Zayn's
masterful topping...and the bad pun. Nostrils flaring with heavy breath,
Zayn continued picking up the pace, his balls slapping against Ronaldo's
rear...until he drove forward one last time with a thrust so great that it
seemed as if he was trying to bury his entire lower body into the other
man's insides.

Zayn gasped as his balls began to unload, painting Ronaldo's guts with
heavy shots of cum. It'd been a few days since he'd gotten off, a
reconnecting tryst with Russell Tovey, and he'd built up quite the sizable
load. His cock throbbed with each volley...and when he began sliding in and
out once more, rivulets of his juices began leaking out, jizz escaping
Ronaldo's stretched hole, sliding down his ass cheeks to the sheets below.

Zayn dove down, taking Cristiano's entire length down his throat in one
greedy gulp, bobbing up and down furiously. Ronaldo's fingers dug against
his scalp, urging him on. Three fingers jammed into the tight hole, quickly
finding what they were looking for and pressing down.

Ronaldo cried out, his body going rigid as his cock exploded down Zayn's
throat. His large round balls were pulled up tight as they began to
release. Words rang out in Portuguese as he pushed Zayn's head down, his
hips bucking upward until his body went limp.

His mind floating in a post-orgasmic haze, Ronaldo felt his body rolled
over. Lips met the back of his thighs and slowly worked upward, landing
sweet tender kisses along the way.

The scruffy beard scraped the curve of his ass, followed by a long lap of
Zayn's tongue. "Ow!!!" Ronaldo's legs clenched again, this time from shock,
as Zayn's teeth dug into the meat of his ass. Looking over his shoulder, he
found the other man smirking as he admired his handiwork - the bite mark he
landed on each new lover's ass, almost as if he were branding them.

Zayn swatted the perky rear. "Pain and pleasure." Winking, he curled his
body down on top of Ronaldo's. The long day began to catch up with both
men. Crawling up to the head of the bed, their legs tangled up as they
cuddled, Ronaldo's arms wrapped around Zayn's torso, pulling him back
against the broad chest. Nuzzling his chin into the crook of Zayn's neck,
he planted a little kiss, feeling Zayn's toes curl happily as the pair
dozed off into a well-earned slumber.

~

Zayn awoke, stretching his legs and smiling. He noted the happy feeling in
his crotch, the one that comes from getting a good fuck. Humming, he gently
dragged his fingertips down Ronald's chest, admiring the musculature that
came from the intense exercise of futbol.

"Mmm, you're awake." Cristiano curled his upper body and wrapped himself
around Zayn's torso, snuggling in.

"Always ready to start the day." Zayn slid a hand down under the covers,
caressing the ample manhood below as he licked at the broad chest.

"And what would you like to get started on?"

Looking up, Zayn found warm hazel eyes looking down, twinkling with
amusement. Smirking, he began moving south, planting kisses as he made his
way down Cristiano's body, showing appreciation for the hunk's sculpted
form. Something rose up and pressed against Zayn's chest, hot and
throbbing. By the time he'd made it down between the large thighs, the
other man was at full mast, seven inches of heavy and veined meat that set
Zayn's mouth watering. Taking hold of the rock hard cock, he took it into
his mouth, tasting the sweet juices that were already leaking. Swallowing,
he continued taking it in, until his lips were wrapped around the base.

Strong hands curled under his armpits and pulled up, bringing him back to
being face-to-face, warm lips pressing to his, a hand rubbing up and down
his back.

"Mmm, baby, you..." Still sleepy, Ronaldo slipped back to Portuguese, the
sexy Latin sounds rolling off of his tongue. Realizing that he Zayn didn't
understand, he switched back to English. "You're very skilled. Here..." His
fingertips traced around Zayn's lips. "...and here." He pushed his hips
upward.

"Thank you." Grinning, Zayn tilted his face up and gave a long lick along
the thick neck. "I'm actually curious..." His words trailed off as he gave
a few more licks.

"About..." That broad hand lightly scratched up and down his backside,
causing Zayn's toes to curl a little.

"Curious about *your* moves, Mister Manchester."

"Ohhhh. Are you sure?" Curious, Zayn lifted himself up slightly, one
eyebrow raised, earning a chuckle that rumbled through the broad chest
below. "You know that futbol builds up stamina, right?"

Ronaldo laughed again as Zayn's eyes lit up, both intrigued and excited.

"Am I interested in getting my brains fucked out? Hmmm..." Zayn's grin grew
broader as he leaned down and took a nipple between his lips, sucking hard
on the pert nub. He kneaded it between his teeth, holding the nipple in
place as he began torturing it with his tongue.

A growl was the only warning that Zayn got before he found himself flipped
over onto his back. The sound of a plastic tube clicking open and then a
slicked-up finger jamming its way inside his hole, until a knuckle was
pressing up against his ass. A second finger followed and began working him
open. He watched as Ronaldo rose up onto his knees, taking his girthy cock
in his hand and working it shiny with lube. Again, Zayn found himself
flipped over, this time onto his hands and knees. Something hard pushed
against his entrance and slid inside, working back and forth an inch at a
time, until all seven inches were fully buried inside.

Ronaldo kept himself balls-deep, enjoying the hot tight confines of Zayn's
tunnel. Moments passed and then Zayn looked back over his own shoulder,
impatient.

"Are you going to fuck me or not?" His question was answered by the sudden
withdrawal and then forward thrust that knocked the air out of his
lungs. "Oh god, yes." His fingers clutched at the sheets, his back arching
as he moaned.

Ronaldo met Zayn's hunger with enthusiasm, pounding into the other man's
rear. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the half-bare
flat, bouncing off of the brick walls and wooden floors, coming back to
Zayn and Cristiano's ears, intensifying their desires.

Zayn grunted as the thick rod pulled completely out, leaving him feeling
empty. As he turned to look over his shoulder, he was cut off as he was
flipped over onto his back. Strong hands took hold of his ankles and
pulled, yanking him to the edge of the bed.

Ronaldo spread the singer's legs into a large v-shape and drove forward,
impaling the tight hole with his cock again, pulling a long happy moan out
of the British stud. Both of them were covered in a thin layer of sweat, a
light sheen that glistened in the morning sun. He grunted with each thrust,
switching from a sensual mode into a power fucking, using the muscles of
his legs to increase the intensity of his thrusts. Zayn was writhing on the
bed, his moans growing louder until he was crying out, begging for
more. Cristiano grinned as he reached down and gave Zayn's manhood a couple
of tugs - it was all it took for his eager lover to go over the edge. Zan's
mouth opened wide as he let out a loud yell, shots of cum landing across
his chest and stomach.

Swiping across Zayn's flat belly, Ronaldo scooped up the other man's seed
and slapped it onto his cock, using it as more lube. He earned another
surprised cry as he leaned down and took hold of Zayn's body, yanking him
up until they were both upright, Zayn's legs wrapped around his
waist. Cristiano took careful steps until he reached the wall, pinning
Zayn's back against it for leverage. He slowed his thrusts, slowly sawing
in and out, making sure not to push himself too hard, drawing out the
pleasure of sex. Zayn had to grip his hands tight to Ronaldo's body so that
he wouldn't slide now that they were both drenched in sweat. His mouth
found Ronaldo's shoulder and sucked at it, tasting the salty manliness of
the stud pounding his hole.

The slower pace was pulling long sighs out of Zayn instead of cries of
pleasure, relishing the steady pace of the rod pistoning in and out between
his legs. "Fuck me..."

"I am fucking you, babe."

"No...I want...mmmm...I want to see it. See you." Zayn murmured, brushing
his stubbled cheeks across the broad shoulder. His breath hitched eagerly
as they moved away from the wall. Ronaldo eased up on his hold, allowing
Zayn's legs to slide down to the floor. Taking hold of the shorter man's
hand, he led his new lover to the bathroom - the only room in the house
with a mirror.

Ronaldo set Zayn in place, facing the sink. Setting his hand in between the
slim-muscled shoulder blades, he pushed Zayn's torso down, bending him
over. His feet tapped at Zayn's ankles, prompting him to spread his
legs. The short-cropped head dropped down as he was penetrated once more,
moaning. When his head lifted back up, his dark brown eyes were lit up with
lust, blazing as he stared into the mirror and Ronaldo's
reflection. Cristiano's jaw was set hard as he began powering back up,
slamming into Zayn's rear, sensing his hungry need. Cries of "oh god" and
"fuck me" filled the room - the only responses Zayn received were grunts
and an even-harder fucking. By now, the sweat was dripping off of Ronaldo's
chiseled jawline. His hair was matted to his forehead, beads of sweat
trailing down his torso, one after the other.

Before long, Zayn was panting and crying out again. His knuckles went white
as he clutched at the marble countertop, teeth clenched as he began cumming
a second time, his cock bobbing up and down unattended between his legs
both from Ronaldo's thrusts and his orgasm, sending his seed spraying all
over, leaving streaks across the cabinet doors below.

His mind fuzzy with a blissful high, Zayn watched as Ronaldo pulled a stack
of towels off of the counter, sending them to the floor. A firm hand on his
back pushed him down to his knees. Cristiano knelt behind him, one arm
reaching forward and quickly spreading the towels out. The arm came
forward, wrapping around Zayn's chest and turning him around again and
down, until he was laying flat on his back. Broad hands took hold of his
legs and pulled them up as Ronaldo brought his body down, his cock sinking
inside Zayn once more.

"Please..."

"Yeah babe?"

"Please...finish...oh my god...finish." Zayn's hole was humming with both
pleasure and soreness, worn out from the long fucking. Even at the collar
sex parties with Tovey, Holland, and the guys...there was some kind of
break. This was one long relentless fuck session and it was taking its
toll.

"Thought you...wanted to...test out...that Manchester...stamina..."
Cristiano grinned as he continued, his thrusts becoming more determined.

"I...believe you...oh fuck...I fucking believe
you...now...just...gods...finish..."

"Are you a Manchester man yet?"

Zayn looked up, his eyes wide, incredulous at the question...and saw
Ronaldo's grin. He broke out into a laugh that devolved into a moan as the
stud leaned down and began kissing his neck, still pounding his hole. "Say
it..."

"Fuck...you...Bradford...forever...ahhhhhh...."

Ronaldo chuckled, pulling his torso up and wrapping his arms around each
side of Zayn's head, cradling it as he thrust in a few more times and then
swallowed, his eyes still locked onto Zayn's as he finally went over the
edge. His dick was nearly all the way out, just the head parked inside, as
it began throbbing, unleashing his juices just inside Zayn's hole. He
grunted with each shot, his nostrils flaring, eyebrows furled. Sighing, he
slowly sank down, his chest resting against Zayn's, their lips meeting in a
deep kiss.

Ronaldo broke the kiss, his forehead pressing against Zayn's, a big grin on
his face. "Still a fan of the cock?"

"Mmmmm...always." Zayn clenched his ass muscles, squeezing Ronaldo's
manhood. "But Manchester's pretty cool too."

"Ah - finally." Cristiano leaned back in for another kiss, softer and more
sensual this time. By the time the pair finally came back up for air, the
sweat on their bodies was beginning to fade away.

Cristiano planted a soft kiss on Zayn's forehead and then pulled himself
up, bringing Zayn with him. The singer watched the sexy backside saunter
away, towards the shower, turning on the water. Holding the glass door
open, he held out his hand, smiling as Zayn came over and placed his hand
into Cristiano's, stepping into the shower.

"So if Manchester is 'pretty cool', you might start coming to the matches?"
Big hands worked soap up and down the muscles of Zayn's tired body.

"Maybe. Ow...mmmm." He groaned as teeth lightly nipped at his lower
lip. "Okay, yes."

"Good."

"Will you go watch a Bradford match?" He watched as Cristiano's mouth
slowly curled into a devilish grin.

"I think I'd be down for watching the cocks play, yeah. Especially this
one." His fingers grazed down the length of Zayn's meat.

"You're serious - you'll come to a Bradford match?"

"I'm serious. Especially if I get to cum after the match." A finger slid
inside Zayn's hole.

"Mmm, the after party..." Zayn tilted his head and nipped at Cristiano's
ear lobe, hearing the other man moan.

"The after party." Lips caressed Zayn's neck. "...always the best part."

The End

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