Date: Sun, 04 Feb 2001 17:23:41 -0000 From: Bradley Paul Subject: S Club Owen Disclaimer: This story features the England footballer Michael Owen and Paul Cattermole from S Club 7. This story is fiction and does not represent them or their sexuality. If you are under 18 or if it is illegal to read this where you live, then don't. This is the first story I have ever written, and feedback will be welcomed. S Club Owen All the other players had left the changing room. Michael Owen still sat on the bench, his head in his hands. He hadn't even changed out of his Liverpool strip. He just couldn't believe they'd lost the final. Not only that but he'd missed two perfect chances to win the game. He wouldn't be surprised if his teammates didn't forgive him. A knock came at the door. Michael looked up and saw Paul from S Club 7 who had sung for the crowd at half time. "Hi, thought I'd come to see if you were okay." "Yeah, I'm fine." "Don't lie." Paul walked over and sat down on the bench beside Michael. Paul pulled Michael's face out of his hands. Michael hoped he wouldn't notice he'd been crying. "It's not your fault you know." "Of course it is, look at those chances I missed." "It's called a football team, there is no I in TEAM." "I just feel so bad." Paul slid closer to Michael on the bench. "Well, I know just how to make you feel better." With that Paul placed his hand gently on Michael's leg and stroked his golden hairs. Michael had never felt such a sensation before and he felt his cock stirring in his shorts. He was like putty in Paul's hands. Paul leaned forward and kissed him softly before licking Michael's lips. Michael opened his mouth to let Paul's tongue slide in. They engaged in a passionate french kiss as Paul slid his hand up Michael's leg into his shorts. Michael slowly unbuttoned Paul's shirt revealing his smooth chest. They stopped kissing and Michael licked and sucked his way down Paul's body stopping to bite and suck his nipples. Paul let out a moan of pleasure and then pulled Michael's Liverpool top off. Paul stopped to gaze at his smooth and athletic chest. The blond hair at the top of his shorts inviting him in. Before he could rsvp Michael's hands quickly went to work unbuttoning Paul's jeans and slowly pulling down his legs. Paul's legs were covered in dark hair, which Michael could not help but be mesmerised by. Paul's cock, which was still encased in his boxer shorts, was throbbing to be free. In no time Michael was on his knees and had the boxers down to Paul's ankles. Paul's 7-inch cock sprang to attention surrounded by its mass of black hair. Michael leant forward and tentatively licked his balls. A shiver ran through Paul's body, he was about to experience sheer pleasure. Michael gained confidence and took both hairy balls into his mouth licking and sucking all he could. Paul let out a loud moan. "Oh Michael, suck me!" Just as Paul thought his joy could never end Michael stopped and licked all the way up his cock to the head tasting the salty pre-cum. Paul put his hand on the back of Michael's newly shaved head and urged him closer. "Please suck my cock, I've wanted this for so long!" Michael licked his cock head before taking the whole cock into his 20-year-old mouth one inch at a time. Paul began thrusting slowly into the young footballers eager mouth. Michael felt Paul's pubic hair against his nose and chin as he was turned on by the musty man smell. He felt the pre-cum leaking in his red shorts. He reached his fingers up to first rub Paul's nipples and then be sucked slowly by him as his cock thrust ever more violently into his mouth. Michael was enjoying being face fucked by the fresh-faced young pop star. So much so that he hoped it would never stop. But all good things... "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Just as Michael heard those words he felt Paul's warm cum shoot into his mouth. Michael could not get enough of it and desperately swallowed all of the liquid. Some of it spilled out of his mouth but Paul collected it with his finger and tasted it himself before lying back on the bench, his sweaty body glistening in the light. Michael finally let Paul's cock out of his mouth and stood up, a noticeable tent in his shorts. Paul having seen this leaned forward and pulled them down Michael's legs so quickly his cock sprang free and hit his belly. His cock was the same length as Paul's but slightly thicker and the blond hair on his balls made Paul even hornier. Paul's hands felt Michael's legs and cupped his balls before he swallowed all of Michael's cock in one go. Michael let out a loud gasp and thought he would faint. He had never felt his cock being sucked in such a way before. Paul worked his hands around to Michael's butt and squeezed it. He then stuck one of his fingers up his arse to Michael's surprise. "Fuck! That feels so fuckin good" With his cock and arse being played with Michael thought it would be no time at all until he came. But then Paul stopped and lay stomach first on the bench. "Come on, I want you to lick my ass" Michael was a little unsure but knelt down slowly. He pulled Paul's hairy cheeks apart exposing his sweaty arse. "Go on Mike, I guarantee you'll love it" Michael put his lips to Paul's hot arse and kissed at first then licked. He couldn't believe how great the taste was. He started licking up and down Paul's ass, the hairs tickling at his nose. "Stick your tongue in, I'll try and make it easier for you" Paul pushed so his arse opened slightly and Michael drove his tongue in. If he liked it before, this was even better. Paul was now breathing heavily with Michael's tongue thrusting in and out of his ass. Michael stopped and whispered into Paul's ear. "Let me fuck you." "Are you sure?" "I've never been more sure" With that Michael placed the head of his cock at Paul's arse and slowly pushed. His arse relaxed slightly letting Michael's 7-inch cock into him inch by inch. "Yeah, Michael, fuck me!" Michael's cock was all the way in, his pubes touching Paul's butt. He began pulling the cock out to the head and slamming it back in again. Paul screamed. "Fuck!" Michael did this several times before settling into a quick thrusting movement. His hairy balls banged again and again against Paul's young ass. The sweat began dripping of the footballer stud. "Turn over!" Michael pulled out and Paul lay on his back his legs on Michael's shoulders. Again Michael entered Paul's body but this time gazing into his eyes. They thrusted in tandem with each other reaching a crescendo of ecstasy. They leaned forward to each other and kissed, their tongues entwined dancing in the other's mouth. Paul rubbed and pinched Michael's nipples until they became hard and red. "I'm gonna shoot!" "Cum in my mouth!" Michael quickly pulled out and straddled Paul's body his cock at his lips. Paul swallowed the head just as Michael moaned in orgasmic delight. He had never came so much in his life and was proud that Paul seemed to be swallowing it all. Paul licked his cock clean and Michael then lay on top of him. They kissed, the cum being spread between their mouths. Michael looked into Paul's eyes. "Thanks." "Anytime stud, it looked like you needed it." They fell asleep on the bench in each other's arms.