Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2006 23:44:48 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve <spursman1000@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: England Training Session 2

This story is purely fictitious and not intended to imply anything about
the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge
about their private lives.

Stories by same author:

Joe Cole Suckfest

Joe Cole and the Scally

First Session

The afternoon training session was in full swing and the boys were enjoying
their work. They'd done the warm-up and were just about to start the
five-a-side. Some of the new lads, Luke Young, Keiran Richardson, Jermaine
Jenas and Michael Carrick were playing head tennis at the side. A few of
the older, more established players were standing round talking but the
conversation was nothing to do with football. In this group were;, Steven
Gerrard, Frank Lampard and John Terry. Some others; Becks, Alan Smith, Joe
Cole, Scott Parker and Wes Brown were horsing around near the goalmouth.
"So what you reckon," said Gerrard, "where are we putting our money?"

"I reckon a few will be up for it," grinned John Terry as he surveyed the
different groups of players.  "You must have had Colesy by now, he must
have gone through the whole team" challenged Gerrard.

"Not yet, but I will," Terry replied "I think this week will see some new
blood broken in." "Yeah" replied Steve, "some of them will get a right
seeing to, they need to know who runs this team." "It's just like being in
a sweetshop," laughed Lamps as the three players shared the joke. "Look at
that tosser over there though" motioned Terry as he nodded towards Scott
Parker, "how he keeps getting picked is beyond me, he was fucking useless
when he was with us and he still gets in the squad."  "Horny little shit
though," smiled Lampard, grabbing his crotch, "we could have some fun with
him!"  "Teach him a lesson more like, arrogant little cunt!" replied Terry,
an idea forming in his mind.

Scott Parker and Alan Smith were seeing who could do the most press-ups and
Scott looked across at the older players; "look at them wankers, think they
own the fucking place" he sneered. "Never got on with them, they think
they're the bollocks." "Leave it," said Becks, there're top players and you
should show them some respect. You've got to learn to work with
people. They're OK once you get to know them."

Scott didn't really respect anyone, he had a real chip on his shoulder and
thought he should be an automatic choice, his experience at Chelsea rankled
and he was a disruptive influence. Quite a few of the players didn't like
him. Alan Smith knew this but being a bad boy himself, didn't worry about
the negative vibes coming from him, he just saw that he was fit as fuck and
the moody, aggressive attitude turned him on massively. Scott was the
epitome of an overtly straight, gay-hating football person and this made
the challenge even more appealing. He wanted nothing more than to break him
in and the thought of getting him in the sack was very horny. What he
didn't know was that, Scott was very confused about his sexuality and
fought hard to contain the feelings just below the surface. His nasty,
confrontational image was all a front.

The whistle went for the training and two teams started the session proper;
Paul Robinson, Scott Parker, Alan Smith, Ledley King and Frank Lampard
formed one team while, David James, John Terry, Steve Gerrard, Jermaine
Defoe and Michael Carrick the other.

Sven had decided to mix and match the training and wanted to see how
different players reacted to each other over the course of the week. He
wanted to see how they acted under certain conditions.  The practice match
kicked off with some enthusiasm, all wanted to impress the head coach and
although it was only a five-a-side, no-one was pulling back. Parker got the
ball and ran round Defoe and Carrick before blasting a shot high and
wide. "Selfish cunt" muttered Lampard. A few minutes later he tried to
dance past John Terry and was brought clattering to the ground. He jumped
to his feet angrily and pushed his face into Terry, "come on then, let's av
it, I'll kick your arse" said Terry glaring back at him. Parker was pulled
away by Carrick and Smith, " come on, calm down guys" said Ledley trying to
diffuse the situation. The training session continued and players gradually
finished their allotted tasks and drifted back to the changing room. Some
others had further fitness checks or skills based training and remained on
the ground with the various coaches.

Sitting in the changing room after his shower, Parker started to collect
his stuff together when the door opened and in came John Terry, Lampard and
Steve Gerrard. "Here he is, fucking Maradonna" said Terry kicking the door
shut behind him. "The Chelsea reject." "Fuck off" snapped Scott as he
carried on packing his kit away. The three players ranged in front of him,
"so what we gonna do with him lads?" Terry asked grinning at his
friends. "Needs a lesson" said Gerrard, "definitely a lesson" added
Lampard. Parker turned round and looked at the three men, Terry had thrown
his shirt on the bench and stood there in his shorts with his socks rolled
down to his ankles. Gerrard was still in his training gear but Lampard had
stripped down to his jockstrap and socks. He looked from one to the other a
trace of fear in his eyes. "What's going on?" he asked nervously. "We think
you're getting a bit too flash mate, a bit above yourself" said
Gerrard. "You can fuck off," he shouted back moving around the edge of the
room towards the door. Lampard moved across and blocked his path. Scott was
now getting seriously worried, "get out of my way" he hissed, Terry put a
hand out and shoved him backwards, "you're going nowhere mate" he said
threateningly.

Suddenly Parker made a lunge for the door but before he'd taken a couple of
steps, Gerrard shouted "get him!" He ran straight into Lampard and was
immediately tackled from behind by Terry. Steve grabbed his arm and spun
him round into the tiled wall of the changing room. Both him and John Terry
pinned him against the wall, arm up his back. Terry pushed his face against
the tiles leaned forward and breathed into his ear, "you are going to
regret crossing me pal, we are going to teach you a lesson you won't
forget." With that he stood back, grabbed hold of his shirt and ripped it
from his body. "What the fuck are you doing?" screamed Parker, "get off
me."

"Turn round" ordered Gerrard. "Now strip." "What?" he stammered. "You
fucking heard him pussy, strip, we're going to use you as a cum bucket."
"No way" said Parker as he struggled to get free of the grip Gerrard had on
him. "You're going to get it one way or another" smirked Terry, how rough
is up to you." He took a step towards him and cruelly grasped his bollocks
in his hand. "Now fucking strip." Shaking, Scott looked back at Terry his
eyes moving down to his shorts. He could see the erection pushing at the
material and shuddered. Gingerly he pushed his shorts down and kicked them
off he was scared but the feeling growing through his stomach and into his
groin told another story.  Terry laughed as Parker's cock came into view,
"well, well, well, the pussy is getting an hard on, he fucking likes it!"
The others laughed at his discomfort, "Lamps, get the door," said Terry.

"So what do you reckon Steve, mouth or arse?" "He has got a lovely fucking
mouth," replied Gerrard, "look at those lips, I can just see him with my
spunk running down his face" he reached out and stroked Scott's cheek and
he jerked himself away, "you can all go fuck yourselves, you're not
touching me!" he said with the last bit of resistance he could
manage. Steve grabbed his arm again and pulling him round pushed him
roughly to the floor. He reached down and pulled his t-shirt over his head
exposing his heaving chest. Scott lay on the floor at their feet
desperately trying to think of a way out. Steve pushed down his shorts,
revealing a thick long hard cock that must have topped 8 inches. The veins
stood out and the foreskin was pulled back beyond a large mushroom head,
the whole thing under-pinned by two large full balls gradually tightening
in their sac.

"Get up on to your knees" snapped Gerrard as he stood over the boy enjoying
the feeling of power.  Terry had been watching the spectacle and was
impressed with Steve's equipment, like most of the guys they had seen each
other naked loads of times but not in this condition. He stepped forward
until his sweating torso was directly in front of Parker. He stepped out of
his shorts leaving him naked except for his white socks. Scott opened his
eyes to see the biggest cock he had ever seen literally inches from his
face. It had a thick shaft, a bulbous head curving slightly upwards it was
darker than the rest of him contrasting with the white area below his tan
line. He was stroking the shaft and pulling back on the skin causing the
head to swell even more. Leaning back he could see that they were both
around the same size but the nearness of Terry's cock scared and excited
him in equal measure.

Gerrard started to smack his boner against his face. "You're going to suck
us off and then we're all going to fuck you!" he said as Parker really
started to get scared. "If you do it well, we'll leave you alone, but if
you don't, then^Å." And he tailed off smirking down at him. John moved his
foot and lifted Scott's balls on the end of it, his cock was now equally
hard and seeing this, they both laughed and Terry joined in the face
whipping of the young player.

Lampard was keeping one eye on the action and another on the door making
sure they weren't disturbed. He slowly wanked his hard prick as the two
boys continued their domination of the now submissive Parker. "Open your
mouth" ordered Gerrard pushing his hard member against Parker's lips. He
was a bit slow to react so Terry grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked
his head back. "He said open your fucking mouth," he snarled still poking
his own cock into the side of Scott's face. At last Scott realised he was
beaten and he parted his lips and waited for the onslaught. Steve's
cockhead pushed between them, past his teeth and over his tongue, his prick
throbbed in his mouth and Scott started to try and lick around the large
shaft invading him. It tasted sweaty but OK and he thought if he went along
with them it would soon be over.

After a few thrusts Steve pulled out and once again rubbed his tool over
his face clashing with John's cock as he humped against him. Both boys were
getting into it now and started stabbing at Parker's mouth trying to spear
him on the end of their pricks. Scott looked up at John Terry as the
Chelsea captain continued his thrusting against him, he was sweating from
the training and his balls smelt delicious, a mixture of heat and cock
smell wafted through him and he pushed his face into his body between his
cock and balls. Although he was scared he was starting to really enjoy it,
he knew that if he showed this though he would probably get a kicking as he
could tell Terry and Gerrard were really getting off on dominating him.

John and Steve looked down at the struggling Newcastle player and knew
they'd beaten him, he was looking at their cocks and started to reach up
and wank them. Terry put his arm round Gerrard's shoulder and kissed him at
the same time, knocking Scott's hand away and shoving his large prick into
his mouth.

Scott was now getting into the role and got his hand back on Terry's thick
cock, whilst taking Steve's in his other hand. He pulled them in and
licked, first one and then the other. He transferred his mouth between them
taking Terry's pole into his wet mouth and then replacing it with
Gerrard's. "That's it boy, just suck those cocks" said Terry as he
continued to lick and nibble at Steve's neck. He pulled it out of Scott's
throat and started to pump his fist up and down his boiling shaft. Steve
did the same and Scott just knelt there trying to lick the drops of pre-cum
that had started to form. Each side of his face a large, throbbing, oozing
cock was being pulled and twisted to climax. He could hear the breathing of
both boys shorten as they both reached the end. Terry was banging his cock
into Parker's face as he got close and Gerrard did the same; "over his
face" panted Terry and pointed his muscle at his cheek.  Once more wanting
to take control he reached down with his other hand and held Scott's hair
and then he started to shoot.

He started to groan deep inside and the noise got louder and louder as he
reached the critical moment.  He started to almost scream with pleasure and
then it was out, shooting violently out of his knob directly into Scott's
face. Jet after jet pulsated out and splattered on him going in his hair,
his eyes his ear and some into his mouth. Gerrard could not hold back and
as he saw the first rush of spunk from John added his own load to the
unfortunate Parker's face. His head tilted back as the rivers of cum
attacked his features and transformed him into a complete whore of both
men. It dripped down his face over his chin onto his chest and shoulders,
he felt like a slut but he loved it. His own cock was straining for release
and he reached down to ease the pressure. Unluckily for him Terry was in no
mood to relent and bring his suffering to an end. "Who said you could touch
your prick, you will only cum if I say you can ^Ö got it?"

Scott had to content himself with licking round his lips and getting some
of the spunk into his mouth.  He badly wanted to taste the emission but
could only reach a small amount. "Get up," said Steve and he staggered to
his feet; his insolent face caked in sweat and cum, his own cock, rock
hard, slicked and wet but unable to touch it.

Frank Lampard had watched the scene with mounting excitement and as his
co-conspirators pushed Parker towards the physio table, he felt his cock
get even harder. He had been slowly wanking himself while he watched but he
could now see what John and Steve had in mind.

Gerrard manoeuvred him over to the table and shoved him roughly back on to
it. Terry lowered the mechanism until it reached the right height. "Lamps,
come over here, I think this cunt needs a good fucking." Scott was now
really scared, he had never been fucked and the thought of those enormous
tools violating his arse was more than he could take. "No Steve please
don't" he pleaded, "I'll suck you again but please don't fuck me, it will
hurt." "Of course it will hurt you wanker, that's the idea" he said, "I
told you, you need to be taught a lesson." "Please" he was now begging, "I
did what you wanted." He tried to get up but Terry held his arms and pulled
them back over his head, Gerrard took his legs and pulled them up to his
chest leaving him on his back with his arse exposed.

Lampard was fully erect and wanted a bit of the action, he moved swiftly in
between Scott's legs and swooped down into his crack, wetting his hole with
his tongue. Scott moaned as his tongue probed his tight little arse and
swept up and down between there and his ball sac. He liked the look of
Scott's package, not as big as the three of them but very nicely shaped
balls, with a cock that looked just over 6 inches. A cock that was pouring
fluid all over his abs. Unable to resist he moved up and flicked his tongue
over the tip tasting the delicious nectar. He stood over him and rolled
back the foreskin on his aching cock and pressed the tip against Parker's
firm but twitching hole. Frank leaned across his prostrate body and scooped
some of the cum still clinging to his face applying it directly to his cock
to smooth the way in. Steve came to the side and held his legs and Scott
wriggled, desperate to get free.  Terry kept his arms in a strong grip as
Lamps pushed slowly but inexorably into the first part of Parker's virgin
arse.

"No please Lamps, don't do this," begged the young star, "I'll do anything
you want" but he was not to be denied and he eased himself further up the
tight passage. Scott screamed as Lampard's pole pushed into him, the pain
was bad but not as bad he thought and when he felt the hair of Frank's
balls come to rest against his arse cheeks, he knew that he'd taken it all.
The Chelsea man paused while Parker got used to accommodating the intrusion
and then the pain started to ease and other feelings started to take
over. He could feel the throbbing of Lampard's cock deep inside him and he
clamped down hard with his arse muscles sending bolts of electricity
through Frank's prick, which nearly sent him over the edge. He started to
rock backwards and forwards, fucking his rigid cock into the spunk covered
boy in front of him. He'd had to stand and watch before but now was his
turn and he took full advantage of the opening channel wrapped round his
pulsating tool.

Gerrard moved back and Scott placed his legs over Lampard's shoulder as the
guy fucking him took hold of his hips to get more leverage. "Spin him round
a bit" said Terry as they turned him round on the bench. Parker was now
lying crossways with his butt at one side with his head hanging over the
other. John Terry was now rock hard again as he watched his teammate
reaming out the boy's arse and his own cock was bouncing around. Scott
arched his back as Lampard continued to pummel his hot arse and found
himself staring at Terry's prick and balls, John took full advantage and
holding his head still, moved his tool straight into his mouth and down his
throat, helped by the angle of his neck dangling over the bench. Scott
gagged as the massive throbbing cock pushed into him and Terry's ball's
fell over his eyes, blocking out the light.

Filled at both ends his body was wracked with unbelievable sensations, the
initial panic subsided and he moaned around Terry's cock as the muscle
thrust into him. He was now completely dominated and overwhelmed by the
assault. He was being used like a whore and he knew he would never be the
same again. Lampard's action sped up and Terry fucked his throat, the juice
spilling out onto his tongue as he withdrew. He did his best to savour the
taste as the two Chelsea players built to a crescendo. He reached out
behind his head and wrapped his arms round Terry's muscled arse revealing
the definition of his arms and shoulders. Suddenly he gasped in pain as
Gerrard who had been slowly wanking himself reached out viciously twisted
his hardened nipples. "Uuurghhh" was all he could manage filled as he was
by the cock in his mouth. Gerrard started to rub his cock along his arms
and into the neat hair of his armpits smearing it with cum juice. He now
joined in with a fucking motion into his pits.

Scott nearly passed out; three hot, sweaty, hard guys were ravaging him on
all sides. His own cock started to throb unbearably. The pre-cum leaking on
to his stomach already streaked with the cum and sweat of all four of
them. He felt the hardness of Gerrard's cock replaced with a wet soft
feeling as his tongue snaked into the join of his arms and chest as he
licked along his bicep into his armpit soaking the hair with his spit. He
twisted again on his nipples pulling on them as he almost gently continued
his oral attention elsewhere. Scott thought he was going to cum without
anyone touching him.

Lampard suddenly tensed in his arse and he felt his whole body stiffen and
then start to shake. With a cry of pure lust, Lampard was carried over the
edge and pumped and pumped his cock deep into the tight channel of Parker's
arse. He spewed out pints of cum as his whole being convulsed with the
force of his ejaculation. He kept on pounding into him and then slid out
cum pouring out after him and running down Scott's arse onto the
table. Scott lay there his arse entrance pulsing and looking for something
to grip on to as the spunk continued to seep out, smearing his crack and
thighs. "Wait" shouted Terry, pulling himself out of Parker's mouth and
moving round the other end. "I want a bit of that." He positioned his cock,
wet with Scott's spit and with one movement slid in up to the hilt, the way
thoroughly lubricated by the volume of Lampard's cum coating the walls.

No to be outdone, Gerrard took his place at the head of the table and fed
his ample cock back into Scott's throat. Once again the assault built up
but this time Terry couldn't hold out, after just a few thrusts he felt his
cock boiling and yanking it out leaned right in between his legs and
sprayed another enormous load on to his stomach and chest. The first jet
shot up and hit Scott in the face running along the top of Gerrard's cock
as he fucked his mouth, more spurts landed on his neck and nipples.  This
was too much for Gerrard and he too started to shoot, the first drops sped
out his knob into his throat and then pumped into his mouth and over his
face as he pulled back. The boys staggered backwards and surveyed their
handiwork. Scott was lying completely spent and humiliated, legs wide open
and no part of his body had escaped the soaking. He had drops of spunk in
his hair, around his mouth and chin, his neck was plastered with ropes of
the stuff and all over his chest and stomach were pools of the hot
footballer cum. His arse was stretched to capacity and Lampard's emission
was still oozing out forming a puddle beneath him.

"Look at him" sneered Terry, a right cum slut; Gerrard and Lamps laughed as
they threw on their kit and went towards the door. Terry turned and threw
Parker's top at him, Scott completely exhausted had reached down to pull
his aching cock. Terry bounced across the room gripping his face in one
hand, he put his face down in front of him "I told you to wait until I said
you could cum, now be a good boy and clean yourself up before the others
get back and if you say one word about this, you'll be sorry."  Scott could
finally take no more, his body ached from the assault and on top of that
his own pleasure had been cruelly snatched away by this latest threat. His
last bit of resistance crumpled and he tears started to stream down his
face mixing with the cocktail of fluids already decorating his spent body.

The three attackers walked out and the door banged behind them leaving him
alone in the room. He was scared to move and started to sob.

Out in the corridor, David Beckham pressed himself into an alcove as the
three players walked out punching each other and laughing. He had been
watching for some time and had been incredibly turned on by the spectacle
in front of him. He'd always fancied Parker but had no idea he was gay but
he felt uncomfortable with what he'd seen. He crept into the changing room
and Scott was still lying on the couch legs now drawn up and crying
quietly. The smell of sex and cum almost smacked him in the face as he
walked up to the couch.  Scott jumped when he realised someone else had
come in remembering the last words Terry had said to him and in no doubt as
to what would happen if anyone found out. Hurriedly he pulled himself into
a sitting position as Beckham came into view.

"David" he uttered trying to keep himself under control. "It's OK Scott I
saw what happened, they've gone now, they won't hurt you again." "I'm OK"
he started to say but could not maintain the front and broke down into
tears once more. David walked over and put his arm round his shoulder
pulling him into his chest. "It's OK mate, it's OK he said as the boy
collapsed into him, sobs racking his body.

After a few minutes of being held and David stroking his hair he began to
calm down. Parker looked up at him his face a mess of tears, sweat and
cum. "Thank you" he mouthed. "Hey I told you, no problem," said
Becks. "Thing is at some points I was actually enjoying it, are you
shocked?" "Me?"  questioned the England captain, "not really mate, but I
didn't know you were gay." "I'm not, I mean I'm not completely!" he
answered "but you know what it's like I'd get slaughtered. I didn't even
cum and I hurt."

David had continued to stroke and hold the bruised boy surprisingly turned
on by the proximity of his naked body covered in all that scum. His hand
moved down his chest, which was still wet with juice and touched the end of
his cock. Despite everything else it hadn't gone down and Scott looked into
his eyes. "Do you want to cum?" asked David, still stroking him. Scott just
nodded dumbly and for the second time that day lay back on the physio's
couch. David moved down his body and positioned himself between his legs,
never once taking his hand off his leaking tool. "I'll help you clean up"
he whispered as he lowered his face to his crotch. Sticking out his tongue
he started to lap at the underside of his balls allowing it to flick down
to his arse, now caked in the spunk that had been shot all over him.

One thing David liked was the smell and taste of young cock and this one
was already swollen with lust, leaking fluid all over his belly and had the
added advantage of being attached to a very hot guy.  The smell of his
groin area made him gasp, a mixture of spunk, different sweat and pure
sexual energy flowed into his nose and mouth as he licked around this
ballsac and up the shaft. "Now you can cum," he said almost lovingly as he
reached the tip of his cock bathing it in his saliva. "You've got a
beautiful cock mate, they don't know what they missed, now just concentrate
on feeding me your cum."

Scott couldn't believe how he could experience so many different sensations
in less than an hour.  >From the brutal rape of earlier had come an
amazingly gentle and fantastic session that sent tingles throughout his
whole body. At that moment he thought he loved David Beckham more than he'd
ever loved anyone. He arched upwards into the exquisite, soft velvet mouth
consuming his organ and from deep within him a scream started to build as
the most intense orgasm lifted him higher and higher into the sex god in
front of him, sucking the lifeblood out of him. His head exploded into a
million colours, as finally he was able to release the trapped pleasure
inside him. He felt his entire body was flowing out of the tip of his cock
and the feeling went on for what seemed hours. David kept sucking and
moaning and stroking as he milked the gorgeous cock for everything he could
get.

At last the feelings subsided and David lifted his head, Scott looked down
as he crawled up his chest and lay beside him on the couch. He brought his
lips to his and David kissed him, his cum still in his mouth and they
shared the load between them. Although passionate, it was never rough, just
a slow sensual spunky kiss that left him feeling fulfilled and for the
first time, relaxed.

"Come on," said David after a few minutes, "we'd better get you sorted out,
quite a few have gone back to the hotel already but there are still some
out there." He put his strong arm once more around his shoulder and lifted
him off the bench. Scott stood up with some difficulty and David threw
Scott's over his shoulder put his other round his waist and helped him,
limping into the shower.

To be continued^Å^Å^Å^Å^Å..


Many ways this can go from here and already ideas in the pipeline. As ever
I'll try and incorporate story lines that you request if I can and it's in
keeping with the overall direction I want to take it.

Thanks to all of you who have come back to me on previous stories. As
before contact me at spursman1000@yahoo.co.uk with your ideas, suggestions
or just to say hi. My ICQ number is 178942074 (www.icq.com) or you can get
me on yahoo messenger - spursman1000. Would love to hear from you!

The start of this twisted plot can be found in the previous block of
stories which link to this one. I intend this to be a series of
inter-related stories, which can spin off or come together as the mood
takes me. If you missed the first batch the links are below.


nifty/gay/celebrity/joe-cole-suckfest

nifty/gay/celebrity/joe-cole-and-scally