Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2023 08:00:00 +0100 From: PCW Tosh Subject: Georgie's Pudding in Mason's Pie Disclaimer: Hey folks, this story is just a fantasy and I have no evidence that this actually happened, but we can all dream. Stay healthy and practice safe sex! Happy reading. Formula Football 3: Georgie's Puding in Mason's Pie George Russell sauntered through the paddock; his coveralls peeled down to his hips as he walked. The young British driver could feel the eyes following him as he strode around with his chin held high. Some of those who turned to look were attracted by the tall Brit's confidence which emitted around him. Others noticed George's fine arse which held his coveralls up, his slim upper body covered in a thin racing baselayer which left little to the imagination, everyone could see that George was in incredible shape. Mason Mount sat transfixed on the TV screen, watching George as he strutted. Something about the way the Mercedes driver moved, the confidence and the physique under his skin-tight clothing called to Mason. [Mental note, make sure we have a chat with George at Sports Personality.] Mason told himself. Mason picked up his phone and found a message from his Chelsea teammate, Timo Werner, "You still want to go to the Grand Prix sometime? Maybe we can do the Monaco Grand Prix?" "Fuck yes, danke <3!!!!" He replied excitedly. Timo could get the lads into the F1 paddock with Red Bull and Mason wasn't going to miss the opportunity for a photoshoot with megastars like Mercedes drivers Lewis and George. At the end of the French spring, Mason landed in Nice and along with his Chelsea teammate Timo Werner they were driven to the infamous city of Monte Carlo. "Is this your first time in Monte Carlo?" Timo asked Mason, watching the way the English midfielder was taking in the scenery. "Yeah. Looks pretty cool." Mason replied into the glass. "Yeah, I've heard it's pretty sweet here." Timo added. "Sweet, I'm looking forward to it." Mason beamed back to Timo who returned the smile. After driving for an hour, the car pulled into the paddock and security allowed them in, it was the first time in a long time Mason had entered somewhere and suddenly felt as though he was just a normal young English lad. The driver stepped out and opened the door for the footballers who skipped into the warm French summer's morning. "Merci." Timo nodded, shaking the driver's hand and slipping him a tip. Timo led the way through the paddock towards the Red Bull garages. The electric atmosphere excited Mason who giggled uncontrollably causing Timo to smirk himself. "Don't wet your knickers Mase." Timo grinned. "You wish mate, none of the yellow stuff." Mason sniggered. "Horny little bitch. Don't embarrass me." Timo hissed as they came to a stop at the Red Bull garage. "I won't, I promise." Mason continued down to the next set of garages and peered into the Mercedes garage. The sheer number of men and women running around busily working on the two magnificent machines amazed the Chelsea star. Suddenly behind Mason there was an explosion of excitement, fans running towards something the footballer couldn't quite make it. In the scrum of cameras and waving autograph books, Mason could make out two figures all in black walking towards him. Moving to the side to let the mass of people past him, Mason watched on in awe as 7-time World Champion Lewis Hamilton and his teammate, former F2 champion George Russell made their way to their cars. Rejoining Timo, Mason and the German watched as the engineers fired the cars up and their drivers took them out onto the circuit. Watching the navy-blue cars pull away with a roar, Mason felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The roar from the crowd as the cars circulated made the footballers feel as though they were at Stamford Bridge in front of their beloved fans. Timo hugged Mason around the waist as they both smiled before pointing at the camera as F1 TV panned to the footballers. Following the first practice session the drivers jumped out of their cars and attended their debriefs while Mason and Timo watched the engineers hard at work making modifications to the cars. The activity was amazing to see, thinking about how much work went into making Chelsea a successful football team, the hive of activity around the two cars made the footballers think there was so much more to F1 than the fans saw on TV. The Red Bull Racing team hosted a fantastic dinner with perfectly prepared meat and fish, luxurious desserts and expensive wines from the south of France. Mason and Timo sat together beaming as they stuffed their faces, "Food's so good." Mason beamed between bites. "Yeah, told you it'd be fun." Timo agreed, Mason nodded in agreement. "Sup boys." A voice spoke from above. World Champion Max Verstappen beamed down upon the Chelsea star. "Hey dude." Timo grinned through a mouthful of food, jumping up and throwing his arms around Max. The Dutchman reciprocated, closing his arms around Timo and cuddling the little German then noticing Mason he winked towards the Englishman. "Hey." "Alright mate." Mason replied. "See you later yeah." Max smiled at Timo who returned the favour. "You abandoning me later?" Mason asked, shovelling down another mouthful of food. "You can come along if you like." Timo replied nonplussed. "You're alright, might see if I can get a pic with the Mercedes boys." "Traitor." Timo chuckled. Practice 2 and the cars hit the track to a symphony of noise. Mason and Timo chuckled, pointing at themselves on the F1 TV feed again. The Red Bulls were having a mixed session, World Champion Max Verstappen up with the front runners while Checo was a little further back unable to find the raw speed Max had. Every time the stunning Red Bulls returned to the garage, the Chelsea boys whipped out their phones taking pictures and videos of the team at work. The chequered flag dropped, and the mechanics got to work as the drivers climbed out of their vehicles. The grandstands emptied while the footballers headed into the paddock. Fans took pictures frantically of the F1 superstars and of Timo and Mason as they joined the buzz. Posing for picture after picture, Timo and Mason worked their way back to the Red Bull hospitality wing where they were treated to bottles of San Miguel beer and canapes. Following their debrief, the Red Bull drivers joined the post practice function to mingle with the guests. Spotting the Chelsea lads, Max moved towards them. "Enjoying yourself boys?" Max beamed. "I'm looking forward to Sunday when you do some actual work." Timo teased. "Hmm, and I'll enjoy it when you score an actual goal." Max retorted with a cutting backhand of a response. Mason could sense a sexual tension between the pair in this verbal cock fight, [to be a fly on the wall.] Mason sniggered to himself. "What's going on with you and Max?" Mason asked Timo after Max had left them again to mingle with more of the guests. "Nothing." Timo lied. "Red Bullshit." Mason scoffed, "Well fine, just leave a hanger on the door when I go for a walk later." Mason giggled. "Why, is your mum here?" Timo replied, flushing red as he spoke. "Haha, bitch." Mason snorted, falling onto Timo's shoulder. A couple more beers later, it was time to go. Timo shuffled nervously thinking up his excuse to abandon Mason. "I'm gonna head back in a sec, if you want to stay though man." Timo slurred. "Nahhh." Mason giggled, looking into Timo's blue eyes. [The fucker's trying to ditch me.] Mason clocked, hiding a judgemental frown. "Yeah, that's cool. I'm gonna walk through the paddock for a bit." Mason smiled. "Ok buddy, see you in the hotel." Timo beamed, throwing his arms around Mason's shoulders and hugging him tight then disappearing off. Emptying his 5th beer, Mason placed the bottle down on the table and headed for the exit. Walking out into the warm Monte Carlo evening the paddock was still semi busy. The Chelsea star heading down towards the end of the paddock and back to the hotel to chill. "You alright?" Mason looked in the direction of the concerned sounding voice. "Yeah, yeah. George Russell!!!" Mason blurted, his jaw falling in shock at the sight of the Mercedes driver right there. "Mason Mount." George replied, sounding unimpressed. "What are you doing here?" He continued. "Was at the Red Bull thing." Mason replied, pointing towards the Red Bull hospitality area. "Ahh nice, had a few beers and heading back?" George inquired. "Yeah, I guess." Mason replied, sounding unsure. The Mercedes driver had been walking by and slowed at the sight of Mason meandering through the paddock. "Up for a game of FIFA?" George smiled. "Ahh ok, I'm, like, drunk though, so I'm not gonna be my best." Mason explained. "Even better." George chuckled. "Come with me." He finished marching off with Mason jogging after him. George pushed his motorhome door open followed by the Chelsea star. "Cool place." Mason started as he drank in the clean, modern decor of the Mercedes motorhome. "Pretty decent innit." George replied, heading into the living area. "Take a seat " George continued heading over to the TV and opening a cabinet below it. Pulling out two PlayStation controllers and a remote. The machine started and the TV flashed into life while George made his way over to the couch throwing himself down next to Mason. Handing the footballer the controller, George took the opportunity to check Mason out from close quarters. "Thanks." Mason grinned, looking deep into the Mercedes driver's eyes. "Ahhh it's Tekken. Lemme change it." George announced, glancing over to the screen. "Nah, that's ok!" Mason replied, preventing George from getting up by holding the 24-year-old's leg. "Keen!" George beamed. "Absolutely!!" Mason grinned back at him. George's mind took no time at all to work out the equation. The Mercedes driver tossed his controller aside and moved in for the kiss. Mason found himself being caught semi off guard not realising how good a flirt he was. George's full, pouting lips pressed into Mason's, pushing the footballer's head back against the back of the chair. Mason reached around George's torso to pull the Mercedes driver towards him. With no words, just body language, George ended up above the footballer forcing his tongue into Mason's throat while his slender body weighed down on Mason's slender body. The Mercedes driver broke away and in response Mason could only blush and hide his face. George took the opportunity to check Mason out and smiled. "You gonna invite me to the football some time?" George grinned. "Maybe, who do you support?" Mason chuckled. "Who do you support in F1, cos I heard it was Lewis and Lando." George glanced at Mason with a raised eyebrow. "I like you too. I'm backing all the Brits." Mason giggled. "Good good, so I'll see you at The Bridge then." George grinned, switching the game on. The alcohol had taken hold of Mason's senses and after losing two matchups, the silly Mason began to surface. Halfway through losing his third straight matchup, Mason reached across flicking George's controls. "Gerroff!!!" George bellowed, pulling his controller away from Mason's reach. The cheeky footballer reached across again, this time succeeding in knocking the controller out of George's hand. "Cunt!!!" George spat, trying to dive for the controller and taking Mason down with him. The Pompey lad still giggled uncontrollably, "Think that's funny." George barked through gritted teeth, feigning anger. "Yeah." Mason laughed on. "Fine!" George hissed, grabbing Mason and pulling him to the ground, pinning the 23-year-old to sit down on the ground with his athletic body. "You got me, like in the game.' Mason laughed adorably. "So, I win again?" George smirked. "You win again." Mason conceded with a twinkle in his eyes that George knew only too well. George leaned in closer to Mason's face, watching Mason's lips pucker as he approached until they were united. The Mercedes driver stared deep into Mason's brown eyes as the footballer granted him both control and access to his mouth. George grinned tasting the alcohol on Mason's breath as his tongue slithered along the inside of the Chelsea star's mouth. George took Mason's compliance as a green light and adding a little more intensity, the Mercedes driver pushed forward into the footballer's lips. At 6'2" (1.88m) George had a height advantage over Mason and as the F1 driver applied more weight to Mason's lips, the footballer allowed George to push him back onto the couch. Mason's arms reached up around George's back and as a Mercedes driver fed Mason his tongue, the footballer stroked his back encouragingly. To Mason's delight, George responded to his encouragement by adding a little more force behind his lips and grinding his crotch down into Mason's. Unlike Mason, George had a sober night. The Mercedes driver's breath tasted like fresh coffee which Mason suspected he may have had after a nice healthy dinner. The footballer wasn't shy to make his intentions known and reaching under the hem of George's shirt, Mason began to ease the fabric up towards the racer's head. George was in two minds, thinking to himself whether or not this was a good idea so close to race day but how often did this opportunity come about? The Mercedes driver allowed his lips to part from Mason's and stretching out his arms, George allowed his shirt to slide free. "Wow!" Mason giggled, his eyes studying George's upper body. "Surprised?" George grinned back, proud that his effort in the gym had not gone unnoticed. It was George's turn to peel off Mason's shirt. The footballer wore an outer shirt which he left unbuttoned over a nice slim-fit t-shirt. George placed his fingers under the hem of Mason's purple t-shirt and gave it one firm tug upwards giving Mason just enough time to lift his back off the couch and let it slide free. "Holy moly!" George gasped at the sight of Mason's naked torso, "Just as good as in your pics!" George finished. "My pics?" Mason repeated with a cheeky smile, "What d'ya mean?" He asked inquisitively. "Never mind." George waved dismissively. "You like my topless pics?" Mason persisted. George didn't answer, raising a finger to his lips the F1 driver closed the gap between his face and Mason's once more planting a firm kiss on the Pompey lad. Mason didn't need any further reassurance; George's accidental slip had given the footballer an extra inside into George's mindset. With George's weight back on him, Mason raised his legs to straddle the Mercedes driver's waist. Mason squeezed George tight making his intentions clear to the East Anglian. For an added touch, the footballer began to caress George's smooth torso gently sliding his fingers across the F1 driver's firm pecs. Since Mason had become increasingly handsy, George decided that he too would explore the 23-year-old's body. The Mercedes driver stared at the footballer's smooth chest, running his hands along Mason's pale, toned sides giving them a gentle squeeze. George then decided to one up Mason and guided his hands straight down to Mason's arse. The footballer groaned as George's hands gripped his tight buttocks. In addition to his wandering fingers George also leant into Mason's crotch with his own just to feel them both throb through their shorts. Mason inhaled, making himself even thinner in George's hands. The Chelsea footballer also lifted his legs a little higher as George's wandering hands explored his firm asked cheeks. Gradually George's hands move closer and closer to Mason's waistband and as they moved across the seam George's fingers slipped underneath pulling Mason's shorts and boxers up in one dominant drag. Mason giggled a submissive little laugh as George exposed his lower half. George ignored the 23-year-old's laughter and held the footballer's legs shoulder width apart; he looked down Mason's thick muscular thighs. Next the Mercedes driver reached down to his own waistband pushing his shorts down past his arse allowing them to fall to his knees where he knelt on the soft couch. "Yes boyyyyy!" Mason cheered at the sight of George's 8.5-inch cock at full mast and ready for action. "I hope you're gonna fuck me with that big dick." Mason giggled shamelessly. "Hmmm, I've got to work tomorrow maybe you should fuck yourself with it." George winked. "Deal!" Mason snapped, pushing himself up to sit upright. "Now feed it to me." Mason demanded. "Uh-huh." George frowned, shaking his head and his index finger simultaneously. "You're a big boy, you can feed yourself." George winked smugly. Mason pushed George back gently, guiding the F1 driver to sit back and relax. George followed Mason's guidance and sat back in his chair with his legs nicely spread to give Mason all the access he needed. The Chelsea midfielder reached down to take hold of George's cock at the base, then sliding his palm up and down the Mercedes driver's thick log a couple of times Mason licked his lips before descending to swallow the top half. Mason was now in his element, with George's beautiful cock poking into his face the young footballer ran his lips seductively along George's shaft. The 24-year-old responded by mumbling words of encouragement, softly under his breath as Mason quickly got into his stride bouncing up and down 6 inches deep on George's cock. Mason kept his eyes locked on George's long hard cock as his lips travelled along the firm yet tender skin. The sight of George's neat bush moving towards his face excited Mason every repetition. More than anything Mason loved the flavour but George's hard meat, the driver's thick wand tasted fresh as though George had showered since driving earlier in the day. The Chelsea star spread his fingers wide up making sure that a few of his fingers rested upon George's balls slowly massaging them whilst he sucked. George grunted again as Mason began to pick up his speed, the Chelsea star's cute lips were perfect for slathering his saliva along George's throbbing shaft. While Mason used his hand to stroke George's balls and keep the Mercedes driver's cock steady, George used his left hand to rest upon Mason's short brown hair then his right hand reached into the gap between Mason's arm and body locating the footballer's hard 7-inch cock. It was Mason's turn to offer some sound effects as George's fist closed around his shaft and carefully began to slide along the top half, Mason's cock reacted by pulsing with approval. Mason's eagerness to impress made the Pompey lad so endearingly cute. As a Wolves fan George didn't care much for Mason's antics on the pitch, recently scoring a free kick against his team in a Premier League match. However, with a cock in his mouth George appreciated Mason's work ethic with yet more moaning and groaning. The Chelsea star had worked his way down George's shaft and now the 23-year-old was so far down the F1 driver's shaft his nose pressed against George's firm crotch. The Mercedes driver's bush was impressively neat with a trimmed lawn of light brown hairs no more than 3 milimetres in length covering the racer's privates. The aroma from George's crotch was positively delightful, the manly smell of beechwood and other masculine aromas tickles Mason's nostril hairs as he assisted himself with George's long cock. George's self-confidence always made him a very vocal lad, willing to make his thoughts known. While Mason treated him to a professional standard blowjob, the Mercedes driver felt his personality fighting its way through. "Fuck me lad, you know so what you're doing don't you." George smiled watching Mason's beautiful lips hard at work. The footballer's eyes travelled up George's body to connect with them and without leaving George's cock, the footballer's deep brown eyes responded to George's kind words with a glint of pride. "That's my boy, suck that big bad dick!" George grinned proudly. George's words were music to Mason's ears who rewarded the formula one driver with even more velocity. The Chelsea star reached down for his own rock hard 7-inch uncut cock treating himself to a few tugs of his raging boner before George took back control. Mason's eyes disappeared behind their lids while he continued to blow George determinedly. While he concentrated solely on pleasuring the Wolverhampton Wanderers fan's delicious cock, George treated him in turn to a series of strokes, peeling his foreskin back just enough to reveal the footballer's raging purple head before returning back to Mason's face. George could feel what his balls had to offer stirring gently within his nut sack. Mason was in no danger of missing out on the Mercedes driver's cock, not after this sensational oral effort. The Mercedes driver had plenty of juice in him and with every roll of Mason's cute neck, the footballer teased George preparing him for the next level. "Fuck me mate, you feel so damn good on that cock it's unreal. The only thing better would be if you sat on it." George grinned, leaving the ball firmly in Mason's court. George's words were exactly what the footballer wanted to hear, the 23-year-old slipped off George's head and looking straight up into the Mercedes driver's eyes he smiled. "Want me to climb aboard then?" Mason giggled excitedly. "Go for it mate!" George nodded without hesitation. "You got any lube, you're pretty big dude?" Mason asked. "No need mate. Just stand up and turn around." George laughed, waving his hand dismissively. Mason was never one to argue with a sexy top and standing up in front of the Mercedes driver he presented George with his glorious arse. The F1 driver reached forward to hold the warm round orbs up and leant forward to kiss Mason's sexy arse. "Oh yeah." George sighed between kisses as he moved from cheek to cheek of the Pompey lad's pert arse. Mason's pale globes were tight and firm, muscular from a season of squats that had made the Chelsea star's lower half even more irresistible. George rubbed his hands over the barely visible coat of light brown hairs leading him into Mason's arse and opening the footballer's cheeks, George exposed Mason's pink hole. Mason felt two firm palms push the base out of his arse cheeks up and then out. The Chelsea star arched his back in order to look down on George's handsome face as the Mercedes driver advanced into the gap with his tongue outstretched. Both men gave an audible groan of happiness as the 24-year-old pressed his tongue straight into Mason's sweet hole. George inhaled Mason's essence as his tongue wandered inside the footballer's hole. The Pompey lad smelt like he'd had a day out in the sun, covered in sweat and sunscreen, Mason exuded pure sex. George wriggled his tongue within Mason's tight hole, slathering the fine brown hairs coating his entrance, the racer could feel the excitement building as they prepared for what was coming next. The Mercedes driver tightened his grip on Mason's buns, pulling them down around his smooth cheeks. Curling his tongue up into Mason's cavity, George sucked hungrily at the footballer's hole for what felt like an eternity. The sexy Chelsea slut backed his ring into George's face. Cooing softly, Mason enjoyed the attention of 24-year-old's tongue slipping and sliding across his hole, slowly loosening his insides in preparation for something much larger and more impressive to take its place. The footballer couldn't resist, using his glutes he backed onto George's face gently thrusting his ring along the Mercedes driver's outstretched tongue. [Filth!] George smiled to himself; his taste buds full of Mason's body odour. The more tongue George gave Mason, the more the footballer responded by backing his cunt up onto George's face. "You like my hole, Georgie?' Mason sniggered from up front, the reply to which he was going to enjoy. George could detect the playfulness in Mason's tone and pulling the footballer's arse even tighter to his face, George pushed his tongue as far as it could reach within Mason's body. George couldn't reply verbally to Mason's question but the extra attention he was giving to the footballer's arse was enough of a response to bring a submissive moan from Mason. The pitch of the noise the 23-year-old made was exactly what George wanted to hear, this little bitch was his now and the Chelsea star was very nearly ready to ride his solid cock. The Mercedes driver withdrew from Mason's hole and shot a mouthful of spit across the footballer's hole then dived back in, smearing his phlegmy mucus across the fine hairs leading into Mason's entrance. George's swollen 8.5-inch boner throbbed again with increasing anger, and he decided the time was right to give in. George moved himself back onto the couch, sitting with his back against the backrest and his legs apart. Whilst Mason turned to face him, George removed his shorts and boxers flicked them free of his ankles. "Holy Jesus." Mason beamed inspecting George's smooth, bronze body with a very noticeable bulge in his pecs. "Haha, stop stalling skinny boy and sit on my dick." George barked. "Yes sir!" Mason beamed, throwing a meaty thigh across George's lap. Taking hold of George's long, hard cock Mason lowered himself gradually and paused briefly as George's tip rested against his entrance. "Ooooooooh." Mason exhaled. The weight of his body versus the point of George's cock against his ring was only ending one way. The footballer's walls opened quickly to allow George into his tight tunnel. The Mercedes driver took hold of Mason's chin and engaged the busy bottom in a soothing kiss. With his lips locked against George's, Mason could only grunt as George's large head progressed beyond his ring and the pair became fully connected. "Fucking hell that feels good." George exhaled as Mason's sexy body surrounded his shaft. The usually proactive footballer had to be patient as his body slowly became accustomed to its long, thick intruder. George's thickness was Mason's main problem, the Mercedes driver's meaty shaft had to open Mason's hole up nice and wide in order to advance inside a process made easier with the addition of alcohol to dull the footballer's senses. "Lean back." George instructed. The Pompey lad did exactly as he was told, rocking back onto his palms without missing a stroke of George's hard cock. The Mercedes driver's eyes lit up as the new angle showcased the full beauty of Mason's bottom and more importantly offered George a view of the footballer's raw hole sliding up and down along his hard cock. "Wank yourself off too." George breathed through the pleasure of Mason's bouncing. The footballer beamed and shifting his weight into a triangle of his muscular legs and his left arm, Mason took hold of his flopping boner. The Chelsea star's uncut 7-inch cock looked so good as Mason took a firm grip of it, holding it halfway up and rolling his fist back and forth double the speed from his bouncing body. "Fuck me, that's hot!" George exclaimed as the pleasurable feelings around his cock were now coupled with the pleasurable sight of Mason's sexy body working itself and himself simultaneously. Those meaty footballer legs, nice and thick to send him running around that pitch with speed and power, looked irresistible with a fair, manly coat of light brown hairs running from his ankles all the way up to the nice, cute gap between Mason's peachy cheeks. George wasn't the only one enjoying his view. Mason looked down on the Mercedes driver, studying his smooth torso as he bounced along George's cock. The way that the top's abs tensed ready for impact was adorable. George's crotch and abs were the perfect springboard for Mason to ram his arse down into just to bounce 8 inches up into the air and then force himself down again, hungrily impaling himself for the racer's throbbing meat. The broadness of George's chest was just as impressive. The top's smooth pecs were bulging hard from his intense work at the gym. The muscularity of his upper body was clearly defined even from Mason's withdrawn angle. The footballer could appreciate the smoothness of George's light bronze skin, the extra beef his muscle had given him and those arousingly hot nipples which lay nice and broad with a dark brown colour looking good enough to eat. George's handsome face served as the perfect place to focus Mason's gaze as he stroked his hard cock. The Mercedes driver's large blue eyes shone up at him happily, delighted by the pleasure of Mason's sexy body riding him. The top's strong jaw clenched hard in pleasure as the Chelsea stud bounced, sending tingles of pleasure from the bottom's bare hole through George's big bare cock. Mason crunched his sexy arse down, swallowing all 8.5 inches of Norfolk meat inside his hungry little belly, using the feeling of deep penetration to thicken his own raging boner. "Yeah, Masey boy, keep doing it like that." George groaned. Mason knew from the F1 he'd seen on TV that the Mercedes driver wasn't afraid of vocalising his opinions, a quality the footballer enjoyed very much indeed. "You like my tight little butt, Georgie?" Mason panted back as he bounced a little faster. "Oh, you slutty little cunt." George beamed, realising Mason had decided to reciprocate his sexy chat. "You know it big boy, Masey loves a nice meaty cock." Mason chuckled, thrusting from his hips to slide his ring along the Mercedes driver's moreish cock. "Prove it, ride it harddd then dirty boy!" George grinned. The chat dissolved into concentration and suddenly the stakes began to rise. Mason's slender waist moved with venom, crashing down hard into George's strong body as he fucked himself. The athletic footballer proved his excellent stamina as he bounced smoothly and consistently, using all 8.5 inches of George's cock as a live dildo to pleasure himself with. As much as he wanted George to get up off the couch and pulverise his insides with his perfect long wand, he knew the racer couldn't so close to the Grand Prix. No, instead Mason just pulled his crotch up as far and high as he could before slamming back down into George's waist to appreciate that epic feeling of anal penetration at its very best. The footballer punished himself willingly, smashing the top's bare head into his sphincter sending sparks of pain through his body and into his own pulsing cock. The Chelsea lad could do this all night if he had to, but with his cock in his hand, it wouldn't be long until the depth and girth tipped him over the edge. George too felt he was blessed with incredible stamina, when it came to sex he could last for a long time when he needed to. The top loved to be in control, to watch his lover writhe and squirm with intense pleasure as he fed them his delicious meat. Mason was clearly no different, the cute little footballer's cock was pulsing hard as he fucked himself with George's wood and the Mercedes driver had to admit that he looked incredibly sexy as he did so. Those beautiful dimples in the Chelsea stud's cheeks were adorable as he breathed through his self-inflicted pain. "How close are you, my friend?" George asked. "A little while to go yet, I think." Mason smiled. "Hmmm you dirty little shit." George laughed. "You?" "I'm ok, wanna see you shoot first." George huffed. "Ok, I'll speed up." Mason agreed, realising he might be wearing the top out a bit. The bottom's senses weren't quite as sharp as they could be with the amount of alcohol, he'd consumed but Mason could still find the right spot to bring him closer. The other reason George needed Mason to hurry up was that the top was resisting the urge to thrust his large cock up into Mason's slutty little belly. Although George could drain his nuts on a Grand Prix weekend, the physical exertion of thrusting would get him into trouble with his trainer and he wanted to avoid that. Quietly, Mason was really enjoying the feeling of control he had over George. Normally the soccer scally would be there taking whatever the top was willing to give him but with the knowledge that George wasn't allowed to get behind the steering wheel tonight, it gave Mason a sense of control he was loving a lot more than he had realised. George wanted Mason to cum first but secretly Mason wanted to try and make George blow first. The sexy bottom slid along George's shaft, feeling the way the hard meat throbbed between the lips of his pink hole and decided how he was going to achieve their climax. The bottom shifted his body weight forward and straightened his back. Mason's movements were now nice and straight, moving his hole up and down with his hot body along George's throbbing sword. "Fucking hell yes." George chortled as Mason's sexy body moved towards him, close enough to touch as it bounced. The talented bottom gazed deep into George's eyes as he spread his legs a little wider and sinking down onto George's prick, they both felt the tip of George's cock press further inside Mason than at any point so far tonight. "Oh, shit Mase, fucking shit!!!" George growled as the footballer's raw hole sucked in his sensitive head. The footballer's tight cunt had squeezed George's tip enough to let the fireworks commence. Until now George had remained passive throughout but with his nuts in charge the Mercedes driver began to drive his crotch up into Mason's body. "God yes!" George screamed as his cock exploded up into Mason's drunk belly. "Fucking fill me up." Mason purred, his eyes rolling up into the back of their sockets as he continued to bounce along George's exploding cock. The footballer moved slowly and deliberately, holding himself down on George's head a little longer while the top filled him with his warm seed. Mason used the feeling of George's cum squirting inside as the final ingredient to trigger his own orgasm. "Yeah, fucked the cum outta me." Mason groaned as George pushed another load into him which in turn forced a shot of his cream to squirt up into the air, landing on George's sculptured torso. "Shit yes mate!" George replied, as his shaft squeezed another hot load into Mason's arse, a sensation heightened by the sight of the footballer's own orgasm. Two hairy thighs tensed as they lowered Mason's hole down onto George's lap against, the top's 8.5-inch mast stroking the underside of Mason's sphincter as it coated the bottom's insides with another load of velvet cream. Mason's hairy nuts blasted another volley of his cum out over George's smooth chest, the thick cream landing across the racer's smooth neck. Using his hips, Mason added a little extra body language to each descent as his hole swallowed George's hard shaft, milking it of another shot. "You dirty little cunt." George sneered, throwing his crotch up into Mason's arse and holding the footballer there. Mason's reward was the rest of George's cum, firing into his hot arse, the final three shots draining the Mercedes driver's cock of his creamy cum. After the pop of George's cock escaping his tight hole, Mason shimmied up the racer's body as the weakening shots continued to squirt from his hard cock. "Uhhhh." Mason purred as the last few drops dribbled from his head, dripping down onto George's torso. The Chelsea star slowed the speed of his bounces, carefully massaging his still pulsing boner. Looking down at the mess splattered across the Mercedes driver's front, then up at his handsome face, Mason dropped his softening cock to the side and pulled George in for a brief kiss. "Hmmm, lovely." George giggled, raising his hand to his face and wiping the trail of cum Mason had left on the side of his face. "Sorry." Mason blushed. "Don't be silly mate." George beamed back. The footballer stood up with his softening cock hanging down in front of him. "Know what you're doing don't you." George grinned. "Ha, you calling me a slut?" Mason laughed. "Alright have, haven't I." George chuckled. "Nah mate, just saying that was very good indeed, took it like a pro." he explained. "Yeah boy, I can be a bit of a slut though, might as well while I still have my looks innit." Mason giggled. "I hear you mate, only young once innit." George agreed, looking up at Mason. "You don't have to go straight away though mate, we can still chill and play that game." He continued, realising that the footballer looked a bit lost. "You set it back up and I'll just mop this up." George finished, gesturing towards his sticky abs and jumping off the couch. Mason watched George disappear and set up the games console while the Mercedes driver mopped himself dry. Returning with a satisfied look on his face and a clean torso, George threw himself into the chair alongside Mason still fully naked. "How are you feeling?" George started. "Yeah, pretty good, you? Hopefully you're not too tired." Mason replied. "I'm fighting fit and ready for tomorrow." George beamed, throwing his fists forward like a boxer. "Awesome, I'm really excited, I hope you do well." Mason smiled. "Is it your first Grand Prix?" George asked. "Yes mate." Mason nodded enthusiastically. "Awesome, you'll have a blast!" George chortled. "I hope so, would be great if you won." Mason beamed. "Ha, yeah it would, don't hold your breath though, need a miracle of some sort." George replied. "I'll do some extra praying for you." Mason chuckled. "Hope you have a great time and I'm sure I'll catch you at an after party." George grinned. } Stumbling back into his hotel room an hour later, Mason fell onto his bed beaming with happiness and his arse saturated with George's cum. Today was the day he became a big F1 fan and this weekend he hoped there would be much more of the same. Hanging out with Timo was always great fun and he'd even heard that England teammate Phil Foden would be in Monaco this weekend too. This would be a weekend to remember, and he knew it! END Thank you for reading, I really hope you enjoyed the story. If you like what you've read, please let me know by emailing me on pcwtosh@gmail.com. Here is the rest of my collection: Sticky Blinders, After party at the OSCARs, Cole Me By Your Name, Happy 18th Bro, Coffee for John, An Audition to Remember, Breakfast Boot, The Queen's English, Brooklyn Learns a Lesson, Bad Panther, Bad to the Bones, The Twins Nextdoor, 13 Goo-uld Reasons Why & Gallaghers' Indian Takeaway. The Diving Squad 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 & 6. 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