Date: Wed, 31 May 2006 15:29:19 +0000
From: Alex Roberts <roberts170@hotmail.com>
Subject: Englands World Cup Warm-Up - Part 2 The Reunion

**Remember that what follows is a work of pure fiction and does not reflect
the true sexuality of those involved. Nor did the events that follow
actually happen, at least not as far as I'm aware. With that said enjoy and
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roberts170@hotmail.com**

The bar was almost at capacity when Stevie finally arrived and took a seat
at one of the tables in the VIP area. His eyes glanced around the room and
located various members of the England squad but his heart sank a little
when David was nowhere to be seen. It had been two days since their
encounter in the locker room after training and Stevie had yet to see Becks
again, and more then anything else he wanted to see Becks again!

Slowly he took a mouthful of beer from the bottle before him and sighed.
Before that encounter with David he'd been sure of who he was and what he
wanted. Sure, he'd occasionally find himself looking at the other players in
the showers but there was nothing to that, he was happy. He had a kid and a
girlfriend he loved. He was straight; at least that's what he'd thought
until two days ago. But now everything was different. Now he could barely go
five minutes without thinking of David and those were not the thoughts of a
straight man.

"Hey big dick, how you doing!?!" At the sound of David's voice whispering in
his ear Stevie's spirits instantly began to soar and it took more
self-control then he knew he had to stop himself turning and pulling Becks
toward him.

"I'm good Becks..." David slid onto the chair next to Stevie and smiled at
him. A beautiful smile that nearly broke the tiny bit of self-control that
was holding Stevie back.

"You missed me?"

"Just a little!" It was Stevie's turn to smile this time and as he did so he
wondered if his grin was having the same effect on David, but the England
skipper was giving nothing away and it was impossible to tell.

"Glad to hear it..." As he spoke Becks slipped one of his hands under the
table and placed it gently on the thick muscled thigh of Gerrard. Stevie
swallowed hard as David's hand began to squeeze at his thigh before slowly
moving to his groin and before Stevie could stop him Becks undid the fly of
his trousers and slipped his hand into Gerrard's trousers, grabbing at the
dick within through the boxer shorts.

"Becks..."

"Don't worry, no one can see..." David slipped his hand into Stevie's boxers
and finally took hold of the semi-erect cock within before slowly starting
to work his hand up and down the shaft. "And I know you'll enjoy it!"

Becks continued to work at Stevie's ever hardening dick, moving his hand up
and down the shaft with growing speed and tightening his grip with every
stroke. As his hand worked up and down the shaft of the cock David could
hear Stevie moaning slightly and a quick glance at Stevie's face revealed
that he was having trouble hiding his excitement.

"You want to go somewhere a little more private Stevie?"

"Oh fuck yeah!"

"Meet me in the toilets in five minutes."

"The toilets?"

"Trust me!" Becks flashed a quick grin at Gerrard before climbing back to
his feet and leaving Stevie alone with five minutes to calm himself down a
little. Five minutes that passed as slow as five hours for Stevie, but they
did pass and he was quick to rise to his feet and head toward the toilets
within the VIP area.

As he entered the spacious room Stevie threw a glance over his shoulder to
make sure no one was watching and following and satisfied he closed the door
behind him and waited. Becks was nowhere to be seen but he could wait, he'd
probably just been held up at the bar or something. He'd be here soon
enough.

After a couple of minutes of waiting Stevie was pacing up and down the room
occasionally peering into the cubicles to make sure Beck's wasn't hiding in
one of them. And as the minutes continued to pass Stevie quickly began to
lose hope that David was coming at all. But it was just as Stevie had
completely given up hope and was preparing himself to leave the spacious
toilets that he heard the door swing open before hearing the click of the
lock as it shut. Silently he smiled to himself and turned toward the door,
as he did his jaw dropped slightly.

"What...?" Stevie couldn't quite bring himself to finish the sentence, it
wasn't Becks standing before him it was someone completely different and
completely unexpected.

"Were you expecting someone else?" The question was left to hang in the air
for a moment before Stevie's guest continued. "Becks sent me, he's been held
up and didn't want to leave you alone. I hope I'm not a disappointment..."

Stevie took a moment to smile before launching himself at Michael Owen and
half tackling him into the door of the toilet before pressing his lips to
his former Liverpool teammates mouth. They stayed held against the door and
locked in a kiss for a moment before Stevie pulled away and looked Michael
up and down. As he looked he was caught off guard by Michael's hands
grabbing hold of him and pulling him in for another kiss. The two men stayed
locked together in an embrace for a moment before Stevie once again pulled
away with a smile on his face.

"Take your shirt off Mickey..." Owen obliged to this request immediately
throwing his jacket to the tiled floor of the room before allowing his
fingers to work at the buttons of the dark shirt. Whilst he pulled the shirt
open Stevie took a step back and began to let his eyes run over his friend.
He's spent many hours with Michael over the years, they'd been at Liverpool
together and they'd become close friends but he'd never looked at Michael as
he was looking at him now.

His eyes ran down the well formed pecs of Owen and for a moment locked onto
the erect nipples before moving down to the washboard abs. Stevie had
admired Michaels abs before, he'd never been able to get the definition
Michael seemed to get with ease and he'd been jealous of them, but now he
was imagining his tongue tracing the lines of the muscle instead.

"Trousers to..." Again Owen didn't hesitate, although he did not start
immediately with the black trousers of his suit. Instead he gently kicked
his shoes off and stood for a moment in a simple pair of black socks. Slowly
he knelt down and pulled each sock off in turn before returning to his full
height and locking eyes with Stevie for a moment.

"You enjoying yourself Stevie?"

"Take them off..." Michael smiled his response and slowly worked at the belt
wrapped around his waist before throwing it down to the floor. Then his
fingers slowly pulled his trousers open and unzipped the fly allowing them
to fall to his ankles. Quickly he stepped out of them and again he looked
toward Stevie. This time it was impossible to lock eyes with his mate
because Stevie's eyes were busy traveling over his body.

Immediately Stevie had locked onto the growing bulge in Michael's tight
black briefs. He could tell that Michael was enjoying himself as the dick
hidden within the briefs continued to grow. His eyes then moved down to
Owen's smooth thick thighs. Slowly he licked his lips as his eyes worked
their way over the muscled legs of the striker and he imagined how they
would taste as his tongue explored them.

"Turn around..." Silently Michael obeyed this command and turned his back
toward Stevie so that his eyes were just a few inches away from the door of
the toilet. He couldn't help but smile as he imagined Stevie's eyes
exploring this half of his body. His eyes running down the lightly muscled
back and moving down toward the pert rounded ass that Mickey was so proud
of. Silently Owen was begging for Gerrard to reach out and grab the tight
ass and prepare it for the large dick Becks had described to him.

"Do you like what you see Stevie?"

"Turn back around..." Michael again did as asked and spun back so that he
was facing the smiling face of Gerrard who was tugging at the buttons of his
own shirt and allowing it to fall to the floor. It was now Michaels turn to
allow his eyes to explore Stevie's body and as they ran over the lightly
haired chest and down the hard stomach Owen could feel his cock begin to
throb. When Stevie dropped his trousers and stepped out of his shoes,
leaving him in just the tight black Calvin Klien boxers Owen's cock nearly
exploded. The bulge in the shorts was large, it was clear that Stevie had
been enjoying Owen's show just as much as Michael was enjoying his.

Silently Stevie gestured for Michael to approach him and the England striker
did not hesitate to obey before leaping onto his teammate. The two men were
quickly locked in a passionate kiss, their tongues sliding over one another
and deep into the other mans mouth. As they kissed their hands were quick to
begin exploring the other mans body. Stevie's hands were quick to slide down
Michael's back and onto the firm rounded arse checks. Gently he began to
squeeze and rub the checks as Michaels hands slid down toward Stevie's large
bulge.

Soon Michael had worked his hand into the tight boxers and gently wrapped
his hand around Gerrard's hard thick shaft. Gently Michael began to pull at
the shaft as Gerrard continued to run his hands over Owens tight rounded
ass. Slowly Michael pulled away from the kiss and began to work his way down
Stevie's body. As his lips connected with Stevie's neck he felt the
midfielders hands pull him back up toward another kiss. This time it was
Stevie who broke the kiss and quickly began to make his way down Owen's
impressive muscled body.

Gently his lips pressed against Owen's neck before he ran his tongue down to
Michael's hard pecs tracing a line down to one of those perfect hard
nipples. Gently Stevie closed his teeth around the hard nipple and bit down.
He heard Michael groan slightly in a mixture of pain and pleasure before
making his tongue flick at the hard nipple and then fully closing his mouth
around it and sucking. Again he heard Michael groan, this time there was no
mixture it was simply in pleasure.

As his mouth continued to work on Michael's left nipple Stevie allowed his
hand to close in on Michaels right pec and slowly his fingers began to work
on the right nipple. As they gently pulled and tweaked at Michael's hard
nipple he could hear the young striker moaning and sighing. He was clearly
enjoying himself, but Stevie wasn't done just yet, reluctantly he pulled
himself away from Michael's nipples and continued his journey down Owens
body.

Stevie's tongue slowly worked its way down to those perfectly formed abs and
gently he traced the line made by each well-formed muscle. His tongue
running over Michael's stomach as his hands once again closed in on that
perfect peach of an arse.

As Stevie's tongue slowly began to move down to the waistband of Michaels
briefs his hands continued to grab and squeeze at the firm arse of the
England striker and he knew that sooner rather then later he would fuck it.
But first he had other things on his mind and slowly he moved his tongue
down over the material of Owens briefs and allowed his mouth and lips a
moment to close around the hard cock straining against the dark cotton. He
heard Michael sigh as he lightly sucked on the head of the hard cock through
the briefs before continuing his journey down, down toward those perfect
legs.

Stevie's tongue snaked its way over Michael's hard thighs before his lips
closed in on them, gently kissing and sucking on them. All the while his
hands continued to grope at Michael's arse and slowly Stevie began to turn
Michael so that his tongue was soon resting gently on the back of Michaels
legs and that round arse was directly in front of them.

Carefully he grabbed at the waistband on Michaels black briefs and began to
pull them down. As the briefs slipped down over Michael's smooth hairless
legs Stevie heard Owen's hard cock slap against his perfect abs but he
didn't care his eyes were busy taking in the full wonder of Michaels arse.
The firm muscled rounded checks, hairless and so smooth and as Michael
stepped out of his briefs Stevie's hands closed around those naked checks
and gently squeezed them.

Slowly Gerrard parted Owens checks with his hands and took a moment to look
at the smooth dark hole he revealed before extending his tongue into
Michaels hairless crack and gently flicking at the hole. As his tongue
teased Michaels hole Stevie felt the striker shudder slightly and heard him
groan in surprised pleasure.

"Ah fuck Stevie..." Gerrard quickly darted his tongue into Michaels hole and
began to lap up the sweet taste. He had never known anything that tasted so
good and he knew he wanted more and so he pushed his tongue further into the
hole and he felt Owen squirming slightly in pleasure and again he heard Owen
crying out but he tried to block it all out and focus fully on the movements
of his tongue gently twisting and turning in the hole, exploring deeper and
deeper within it.

And as his tongue dived deeper into Owens tight hole Stevie slipped one hand
off of the rounded ass checks and slowly moved it round to Michaels rock
hard dick. Carefully he wrapped his hand around the hard shaft and slowly he
began to pull at Owens dick before releasing it and repeating the process.
Within seconds Owens hand was guiding Gerrard's up and down the shaft of his
7-inch cock, prompting him to grip tighter and move faster.

"Ah God Stevie...it feels so good..." Owen had not expected this when Becks
had sent him to the toilets. He knew Stevie would be waiting for him but he
had expected to be doing all the work. He'd expected to be on his knees
working on Stevie's large hard cock, not having Stevie's tongue explore his
own muscled body and then plunge deep into his arse. Not that he was
complaining, the pleasure was shooting through his body at an alarming rate
and he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to hold back for much longer. "Fuck
Stevie I'm gonna cum!"

Owen was true to his word the combined efforts of Gerrards hand and tongue
had pushed him over the limit and the head of his cock exploded in a flash
of thick white liquid. His cum his shooting from his dick and hitting the
tiled floor of the toilet whilst some of it slowly dribbled down his cock
and onto Stevie's hand.

"My turn..." Owen felt Stevie's warm breath on and in his arse as he spoke
and shuddered slightly. But he knew what was coming and he'd been waiting
for it. Waiting for so long. Slowly Gerrard climbed to his feet once more
and turned Owen toward him. Again the two men kissed with their tongues
again sliding over one another and into each other's mouths.

It was Owen who broke the kiss before gently pushing Stevie into the door of
the toilets and smiling at him before falling down to his knees. His
attention was quickly directed toward Stevie's hard cock that was pushing
against the material of the tight fitting black boxers. Michael ran his
tongue over the outline of Stevie's thick shaft before closing his mouth
around the covered head and gently sucking, tasting the pre-cum that had
leaked from Gerrards large dick onto his boxers.

Owen wasted very little time before pulling Gerrards boxers down freeing the
large thick cock within, allowing it to slap happily against the lightly
haired abs of the midfielder before Owen slowly ran his tongue up the large
shaft. Gently following the trail created by the thick monster vein that ran
the length of the shaft, teasing Stevie with his lips as he traveled up the
cock.

When he reached Gerrards large purple head Michael allowed his tongue a
moment to flick at the head and the foreskin before taking the head into his
mouth and allowing his spit to cover it before running down the shaft.
Owen's lips then followed the path of the spit and slowly worked their way
down the shaft. As he swallowed down inch-by-inch Owen heard Stevie moaning
in pleasure and slowly he moved his hands up Gerrards lightly haired body
squeezing down on the solid pecs and gently tweaking at the nipples.

Quickly Owen had swallowed the entire dick down and his nose was buried in
the neatly trimmed dark pubic hair that surrounded the base of Gerrards
cock. Slowly he moved his way back up Stevie's shaft until he found himself
held in place by Gerrards firm hands, which slowly began to push him back
down on the cock. Forcing him to swallow the whole thing and stay with in
his mouth and throat.

"Fuck Mickey...fuck..." Slowly and reluctantly Stevie began to guide Owen
back up his cock before again pushing him back down on the entire shaft. "I
want your arse Mickey..." Again slowly and reluctantly Stevie pulled Owen
from his dick and this time he lifted him back to his feet and guided him
toward the sink units of the toilets.

Gently he perched Owen on top of the units so that his perfect rounded arse
was hanging just over the end of the unit with his legs wrapped around
Stevie's waist. Slowly Gerrard moved his dick in between the tight firm
checks of Owens arse and gently pushed the head into Owens hole.

"Ah....God..."

Gerrard thrust his hips, pushing his dick deep into Michaels impossibly
tight hole causing both men to cry out in pleasure. Slowly and powerfully at
first Stevie thrusted in and out of Owens hole, moving his large thick cock
in and out of the hole before beginning to build up his pace. Within a few
minutes Owens hole had opened up enough for Stevie to build up a solid hard
pace of fucking, causing the slap of skin on skin to echo through the room
at regular intervals.

"Fuck Mickey you're tight...fuck..."

"Harder Stevie...harder..."

Gerrard did as he was asked and picked up the power and the pace again.
Forcing his cock deeper and harder into Owen then before, causing the
striker to continue to cry out in pleasure as Gerrard began to grunt and
groan under the pressure, but it felt so good he didn't want to stop. He
couldn't stop.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

Harder and faster with every thrust of his hips. All the time looking at the
pleasure that spread across the face of Michael. Owen was enjoying himself,
a lot. If the cries and moans of ecstasy hadn't given it away then the look
of pure pleasure on the face of Michael. He'd never been fucked this hard or
this well before. And never before had he felt a dick as big as this in him,
he liked it. He really liked it.

"Fuck Mickey...I'm gonna cum mate...fuck..."

Michael pulled Stevie in toward him for another passion filled kiss. Again
their tongue collided deep within each other's mouths and as this kissed
Stevie's load exploded deep within Michaels tight hole and Gerrard all but
collapsed on top of the striker.

"Fuck that was good..."

"Yeah..."

Owen smiled at Stevie and again pulled the midfielder in for a kiss. The two
men stayed locked together momentarily before pulling apart, Stevie slowly
and reluctantly heading back toward his pile of clothes as Michael
watched...


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