Date: Sun, 3 May 2009 08:18:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Larenza Prince <larenzaprince@yahoo.com>
Subject: Middlesbrough vs Manchester United

Hey guys. Hope you enjoy this new story as much as I enjoyed in writing
it. Any comments whatsoever or crits that you have from the story please
don't hesitate to mail me and tell me about it.

larenzaprince@yahoo.com

Any footballers that you would want to read a story about as this gets to
the end of the season feel free to give me suggestions about that aswell. I
have a passion for football so I love writing these stories.

One thing about these footballers' stories that I really enjoy is the
element of surprise. Footballers that don't get too much attention, such as
Gary O' Neil from Middlesbrough in this story, well for starters you don't
think that he is anything to look at, but when I saw him shirtless...
instant hardon. Couldn't help it! It was the same with Kevin Nolan and Gary
Neville for me. Anyway I hope you enjoy this installment.


Middlesbrough vs Manchester United

As the end of the match was signaled by the whistle from the ref, Boro
players were devistated as they knew tht their was only three games
remaining and that they had to win real soon if they wanted to stay in the
English Prem. Gary O' Neil was fuming at the thought of being substituted
for Marvin Emnes. The commentators said that they played as if they had
already given up hope and settled for life in the Championship. What really
angered Gary was that he was doing his best and he was still
substituted. So as he entered the dressing room and saw that the atmosphere
was like a funaral after another defeat he went straight to the showers and
started off, ready to go home and forget this day. Lots of his teammates
such as Pogetetz and Bates tried to start a converstation with him but he
just grunted and they saw that he wasn't in the mood to make small talk. He
was the first to dress and leave the dressing room. As he walked towards
his car, he saw Michael Carrick and Cristiano Ronaldo in a conversation,
obviously about how United now only needed seven more points to win the
title. Gary felt inferior to even being looking at them two so he just got
into his car as quick as he could. He was only a minor footballer playing
for a club in the relagation zone, while they were part of the European
champions. He, that was Gary, had no right to be assosiated with them. He
started his car, without any success. He tried again...no luck. Fuck! He
looked at his petrol engager, how the fuck couldn't he have noticed that
the tank was empty? He looked nervously to his right; only Michael Carrick
was there now, typing something on his mobile. Well, he had to get out
getting petrol from somewhere, sitting in the car until Michael Carrick
drove off was plainly stupid. He may not be as famous and rich as Carrick,
but they were still footballers doing the same job for the different
clubs. He climbed out of the car, just as Michael finished sending the text
with his mobile. He saw Gary getting into his car, so why was he getting
out? He could see Gary had a troubled look on his face.

"Hey mate!"

Gary froze as he heard Michael's voice. He slowly turned around. Yes, he
wasn't imagining it. Michael Carrick was actually speaking to him.

"Hey Michael."

"Something wrong? You don't look to good, man."

"Yeah my bluddy car won't start. For some reason I didn't see that I was
low on petrol."

Michael took one look to the car and then back to Gary.

"Well mate, I could give you a lift to a petrol station or something, man I
really won't mind."

"No, Michael I mean im sure that you've got other stuff to do then help me
with something as small as this, I'll just..."

"Hey Gary I know United just beat Boro, but im still human and as a human
Im the kind of human who likes to help people. Something wrong with that?
Come on, man. Why walking all this way when I can help you?"

Gary suddenly cursed himself rushing his shower and he knew that if he
refused Michael's offer, that he would have to wait until his teammates was
finished.

"Right, ok but only if you're sure."  "Would I be offering if I wasn't?
Let's go."

They walked to Michael's luxcury car and again Gary was feeling so small in
comparison to Michael. He sure as hell couldn't afford a car like
this. Michael started the engine and they were off.

"Hey Michael, why aren't you on the bus like the others?"

"Thought I'd visit some friends here. You forget that Im a local lad,
yeah?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Not everyday I get to speak to a famous guy like you,
mate."

"Oh forget that famous shit, right? Okay, yeah I've won two Prem titles ans
the Champions League, but im still the same Michael Carrick that played for
West Ham and Spurs. Oh...that's why you objected when I offered help the
first time!"

"Dude, no I was just...well I...yeah well you're right. Guess I was a
little weird, yeah?"

Michael just smiled.

"Gary, look I understand why you would feel like that, but never think that
my job is more inportant than yours. We both play football for our clubs
and we do the best that we can. I happen to have people like Cristiano in
my team. That's just lucky because he scores a lot. Mate, never be ashamed
of who you are."

Gary O' Neil felt so guilty for ever thinking what he did. What Michael
said made sence. He was getting more confortible chatting with the English
international. After they got some petrol and drove back to the Riverside
stadium to get Gary's car back on the road. Gary was so relieved when the
engin started to pur like a kitten.

"Thanks so much, mate. I honestly don't now what I would have done without
you."

"It's cool man. Hey, what are you doing this afternoon?"

"Probably just relaxing. Why?"

"I was just wondering; let's play a bit of football with my friends,
Playstation style. What do you say?"

"I don't know, man..."

Gary was still trying to explain why he couldn't possibly go with Michael
when he saw Michael coming closer. The words disapeared from his mouth as
Michael, looking around nervously, placed his hands on Gary's
shoulders. Gary looked down at Michael's hands which were by now sliding
down his arms, feeling the muscles that were hidden there. Gary looked up
towards Michael with a nervous look in his face. Michael seemed more
nervous than him, as his hands were shaking. What made Gary do this, he
would never know, but as Michael's hands reached his, Gary took Michael's
hands in his. For this moment only, no one existed except them two. Gary
and Michael both started to lean forward towards eachother and as their
bodies pressed together they could feel eachother's breaths as they looked
deeply into the other's eyes. Michael leaned down and kissed Gary. Gary was
in heaven. Never in his life had he ever thought of kissing a man. He was
straight, perved over girls when a teenager and loving boobs and pussy as
much as the next man, but the moment Michael Carrick layed his lips on his,
there was a magic sparkle that he had never felt and he couldn't get
enough. Gary deepened the kiss, looking for and finding Michael's tongue
and sucked on that a little while, at the same time, Michael trying to
explore as much of Gary O' Neil's mouth as he could. Michael placed his
hands at Gary's neck, overcome with the emotions that were flowing through
him. He leaned down and kissed the left side of Gary's neck. Gary moaned
with the vibrations as he hugged Michael closer to him and breathed in the
scent of Michael's freshly washed hair. He grabbed it with his hand and
dragged Michael's face back to his and kissed him deeply once more. After
another minute or so of snogging, Michael pulled back.

"Gary I want you so bad man, but not here. Too many eyes. I need you,
mate," he said as he embraced Gary, rubbing his arms around him.

"My wife is gone to some outing, there's not one at my house. If you want
to that is..." Gary said, breathing deeply into Michael's chest.

"Lead the way."  They both got into the different cars as fast as they
could and they drove to Gary's home as fast as they could. Gary didn't know
what the fuck had hit him...he had just kissed another bloke, a fucking
good looking bloke...why was he suddenly missing Michael's lips on top of
his? The short path felt like an hour but they eventually arrived there
safely. Gary sprung out of his car like a jaguar and ran towards Michael,
when infact Michael was doing the same. They met eachother in a passionate
kiss, taking eachother's breath away. Their hands were roaming all over
their bodies as they tried to eat eachother's faces and necks. Gary managed
to pull away as he went to switch the alarm off and unlock the front
door. Once inside, Michael pulled Gary towards the sofa, where they started
making out once more. Gary, being the smallest, climbed on top of Michael
and pressed him down on the sofa, pushing them together, chest to
chest. Michael pulled away, grabbing at Gary's shirt and pulling it over
his head.

"Good grief, mate! Im so fucking jealous, I mean look at you! That muscles,
man you've got an eight pack! I would kill for one of those! Come here."

Michael grabbed Gary by the waistband of his pants and pulled his body to
him. He kissed Gary's collarbone and traveled his tongue down towards his
chest, kissing his way inch by inch. Gary placed his hands around Michael's
neck and groaned by the sensations that he didn't know the name of. He ran
his hands through Michael's hair as the Manchester United man kissed each
and everyone of the eight pecks on Gary's stomach.

"Why the hell are we doing this?"

The sudden question by Gary made Michael look up and they once more stared
into eachother's eyes.

"I mean we are both married, we both have kids...why are we doing this?"

Michael was silent as he thought this through, and then he placed his head
down on Gary's strong chest.

"I don't know man. I guess I wanted to see what something else would feel
like."

He rubbed Gary's crotch as he was speaking, Gary starting to breathe deeply
with feeling his cock rising with Michael's manupilations.

"You want me to continue? Please say stop if you don't want to...I mean I
could leave now and we could just both forget this..."

Gary O' Neil shutted Michael Carrick up by placing his hand on Carrick's
cock, which was already at its eight inch full capacity.

"You stop and I'll eat you alive."

Gary stood up and took Michael's shirt off aswell. He breathed in eh
freshly showered smell of Michael's stomach and their lust for eachother
was getting higher by the minute. They tore at eachother's pants until both
hard ans rock dicks were free to stand up proud. They embraced once more,
the one feeling the other's cock against them. Gary nervously reached down
and grabbed Michael's cock. Looking straight into Michael's eyes he slowly
started to move the foreskin up and down with his hand.

"Gary, fuck...what are you doing to me...mate don't stop that feels fucking
good, give me your cock too..."

Michael got hold of the modest five incher but the warmth of the hard cock
in his hand made up for that. They wanked eachother's cocks in unison as
groans and moans filled the room. Gary pushed Michael down to the ground
and layed on top of him. Gary kissed Michael's neck and started to pump his
hips, grinding his cock into Michael. Michael was laying there, eyes
closed. His cock had never been so stiff before as it rubbed against
Gary's. The pre cum that leaked from both shafts was creating a slimy lube
which wanked their love sticks. Gary's chest was on top of Michael's and he
pulled him closer, his cock feeling majestic. The grinding became faster
and slicker as they could both feel a turning in their balls. Gary was the
first to stop the process.

"Mike, im gonna cum, mate..."

Michael immediately got up from under Gary and grabbed hold of Gary's cock,
pulling it towards him. Gary screamed as his cock was sucked my Michael
Carrick. He lovingly held Michael's head to his cock while Michael was
doing the forbidden. He licked Gary's piss slit and sucked on it like a
lollypop, holding the stiff cock at the base and gently wanking it as he
sucked the head. Gary sat up as he felt his cum building up. He held
Michael's head close as his cock exploded with cum spitting out. Michael
wanted so badly to swallow all that Gary had to give, but he couldn't,
blobs and blobs of Gary's cum leaking out and dripping over his hand. Gary
groaned as Michael drank his cum and seeing his cum all over Michael's
hands made the ejaculation even sweeter. Michael then stood up ans tried to
take hold of the access cum that he couldn't drink. He then applied the cum
to his own cock and started to wank it at a great speed. Gary, recovering
from his orgasm, took hold of Michael Carrick's balls and started to suck
on the hairy devils. Michael was moaning, being doubled stimulated, Gary O'
Neil's cum making his cock so red, hot and slick, and with his balls being
sucked and caressed, he arched his back and aimed his cock at Gary's mouth.

"Im gonna cum, mate. Im gonna cum all over you," he said as he pulled the
foreskin back and forth for the final time as the white, slimy, Carrick cum
spurted out of his cock and onto Gary's face. Gary pushed his face into
Michael's crotch, ready to eat the yummy access cum dripping for Michael's
piss slit. They both dropped to the ground, being drained from their life
fluids. After about a minute, Michael reached over to Gary, searching for
his mouth between the strands of cum on his face. As they kissed, they knew
that the rest of the season, whatever may happen, whether Manchester United
won the title, whether Middelsbrough got relagated or stayed up, that they
would always remember this.

Any comments? Please don't hesitate to tell me what you thought of the
story. As always I can be reached at larenzaprince@yahoo.com