Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2022 11:56:55 +0100
From: PCW Tosh <pcwtosh@gmail.com>
Subject: Premier League Football - Phil-ed by a Villain

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.

(Note: I began writing this story before summer 2021 and Jack's transfer to
Manchester City)

Previously: Bad Boys Gone Naughty Brandon's eyes bulged in surprise and
fear as Jack stared back at him with a demanding expression. Jack's arm
moved around to the back of the teenager's neck and pulled him down into
his lap.

Premier League Football - Phil-ed By A Villan.

Phil placed his tray down on the table, "Sup." Jack grinned through a mouth
full of fruit salad. "Can I?" Phil asked nodding towards the empty
seat. "Course mate." The two footballers sat for a few moments chomping
busily before Jack initiated some conversation. "Where's your partner in
crime?" Jack winked. "Ahh piss off." Phil groaned, grabbing his tray in
order to take off. "Oi, sit the fuck down mate and don't be a bitch." Jack
snapped through gritted teeth so no one would hear. Phil surveyed Jack's
expression but seemed unconvinced. "Come on mate, look who you're talking
to. I'm due in court for drunk driving, sit your arse down and let's have a
laugh!" Jack demanded with a hint of desperation in his voice. Phil took a
calming breath and released his tray, "Sorry. I'm a bit nervous." Phil
explained.

"I'll level with ya, I would've done the exact same to be honest." Jack
giggled, kicking Phil's foot under the table. "Yeah, just dumb we got
caught innit." Phil agreed. "Did you manage to score at least? And Mason
doesn't count." Jack grinned. "Mason, what? I ain't a bloody faggot. It was
two Icelandic birds." Phil replied hurriedly. "Mate, there's no need to get
defensive, no one's calling you a faggot. In fact, who even calls it that
anymore." The tension between them hung in the air above them like a dark
cloud before Jack mopped up his lip with a napkin and left the table.

Jack strode away from the table and up towards his room at George's
Park. [Jumped up little shit], he grinned to himself. The little Northerner
clearly didn't like being told what to do and yet Jack could tell there was
more to it, Phil had self-doubt over something.

[Bet he thinks I'm a massive cunt now.] Phil berated himself rightly as he
sat in his room for the evening. The 20-year-old went back and forth in his
mind, [apologise, nah leave it, it'll be fine.] Finally, he took a deep
breath and swallowed his pride.

Phil's heart hammered as he knocked at Jack's door. "Yo." Jack beamed down
at Phil as he opened the door. "Hey." Phil whispered. "I just wanted to
apologise for overreacting earlier." He mumbled looking down at his
feet. "Ha, get in here." Jack chuckled, holding the door open. Phil broke
into a timid smile and entered Jack's room. "Sid-down lad." Jack barked at
the little City midfielder who was standing awkwardly in the middle of the
room. Phil sat down on the edge of Jack's bed, joined by the Villa captain.

"What's on your mind?" Jack started pleasantly. Phil glanced up into Jack's
eyes then back down at the floor. "Felt bad for having a go at you before."
Phil spoke introvertly. "Yeah mate, once the conversation is done, I'll
forget it ever happened. Was there any reason why it got to you so much?"
Jack asked thoughtfully. "Yeah, there is, but please don't tell anyone."
Phil pleaded. Jack gave him a nod whilst resting his hand on Phil's
shoulder and squeezing gently. "I got caught trying stuff out with Mason."

[Beautiful] Jack beamed inside. "In Iceland?" Jack replied after a
pause. "Yeah." Phil sighed. "So, the girls were just a cover?" Jack
quizzed. "Nah, Mase and I were trying to get them to lick each other out,
but to do that they wanted me and him to 69." Phil explained. "Ahhh, and
you kinda enjoyed it but you're scared of what it means." Jack finished,
his trackies were beginning to rise following Phil's mention of his 69.

"Yeah." Phil mumbled. "Mate, if I told you half the shit I've done I'd have
to kill you." Jack replied, pressing Phil's head in to rest against
shoulder. "Oh yeah?" Phil chuckled, leaning against the Brummy. "Aye, in
fact me telling you that makes us even, right?" Jack grinned. "Yeah, I
suppose." Phil smiled weakly. "And it sounded to me like you needed to try
a few things to be sure." Jack continued, making his intentions
clear. "Maybe, but how do I know you're not just gonna sell me out? Like I
don't think you will or anything but I dunno, I'm scared." "Easy, I'll suck
you first. Make sure you get a good vid of you slapping your cock in my
face." Jack beamed; a weak smile crept across Phil's face.

"Get your phone out then." Jack grinned, pushing himself up off the
mattress and lowering himself to his knees in front of the City
midfielder. Phil reached into his pocket and took out his phone. "Now get
up a sec." Jack instructed. Phil stood up and Jack's hands quickly reached
for the Northerner's waistband, sliding Phil's tracksuit and boxers down to
his knees. A nice, veiny, semi-hard, uncut 7 incher hung out from a neatly
trimmed patch of dark pubes. Jack's palms then moved round to Phil's thighs
and pushed them back, the youngster fell back to his seated position on the
bed while Jack shuffled in between his milky white thighs.

Jack smiled up at Phil, "You know what to do." Phil nodded, flicking his
screen open and hitting record. The camera focused in on Jack's face as the
Stockport-born youngster took hold of his cock at the base, squeezed gently
and then, smack! The City midfielder swung his hardening cock into Jack's
naughty face, "Yeah big boy." Jack moaned. After a few hard raps, Phil
paused and smiled at Jack. The Brummy seized the opportunity and moved his
mouth over the top of Phil's cock and descended.

"Fucking Christ!!!" Phil swore to the ceiling above him as his swollen
purple head became surrounded by Jack's warm, wet mouth. The Villa captain
followed his ears, listening to Phil's every murmur. The City midfielder
loved the way Jack's tongue swirled around his hard pole while the
25-year-old's lips sucked. Jack looked directly into the camera as he
extended his tongue, flicking at the creases around Phil's pink head. The
City midfielder failed to suppress a soft groan as Jack swallowed his hard
pole once more, surrounding the young stud in warm, wet pleasure.

Jack's nose dipped into Phil's neat brown pubes, the Stockport lad smelt
warm and fresh, his mint shower gel freshening the curly hairs. Every moan
that left Phil's mouth and nose was music to Jack's ears. The Brummy lad
just loved to pleasure people. Sliding Phil's 7-inch cock to the back of
his throat felt natural to which his own long, hard tool throbbed in
agreement.

Once he had found his rhythm, Jack's mind had begun to wander. The main
thing occupying the Villa captain's mind happened to be on the opposite
side of Phil's body. Jack's mind had reformed the image of Phil's tight
round arse in his mind. The bit that got Jack was how they looked in tight
white shorts. Jack's monster cock throbbed again, this time with a little
more anger. A crooked smile came across Jack's face, misshapen by the
7-inch beauty sliding between his lips, [I'm having that arse] he convinced
himself. The rhythmic moans of the little northern lad above him gave Jack
confidence he would be able to use his bad boy skills to get his dick
inside Phil's enticing arse.

Phil innocently enjoyed the incredible blowjob Jack was giving him. The
Brummy lad had no problem finding the sweet spots along the 20-year-old's
delicious young pipe. "That's it lad." Phil whispered, zooming in on Jack's
full, red lips as they slid along his hard, veiny cock. More encouragement
only served to fuel Jack's bad boy ego; the more Phil moaned the more Phil
owed when the time came to be Jack's tight, northern little bitch. Jack
made sure he gave Phil's head as much pressure from his tonsils as he
could, teasing the soft, sensitive skin of the 20-year-old. An involuntary
shudder from the City midfielder told Jack he found the absolute sweet
spot, "Holy shit." Phil exclaimed in pure delight.

"You like that do you?" Jack grinned up at Phil whose blue eyes refocused
back on the 25-year-old's cheeky grin and nodded. "Yeah, you've got mad
skills man." Phil breathed excitedly. "You have no idea." Jack
winked. "Ever been rimmed." he continued. "Yeah once, it was alright." Phil
replied, "Only alright, let's see if we can do better than that then." Jack
beamed. "Lie back and spread your knees." Jack instructed.

Jack's brown eyes watched the little Northern lad follow his instructions,
rolling on to his back and exposing his cute bum. Phil's muscular buttocks
were pale with a light coat of dark hairs in the middle which became a
small bush as it reached his opening. "Looking good mate." Jack grinned
reassuringly. "Cheers." Phil replied proudly, watching the Brummy lad
licking his lips. Lowering himself once more, Jack placed a hand on each of
Phil's cheeks and gently pushed them as far apart as he could. The dark
curls leading into Phil's hole parted and gave Jack a glimpse of the
20-year-old's beautiful opening. There it was, the tight pinkness of Phil's
hole, twitching with anticipation.

Phil wasn't expecting much, from his previous experience of being rimmed he
felt it was alright but he could live without. Jack's face closed in on
Phil's warm globes, slowly entering the gap between them and stretching out
his tongue, he made contact. Initially, Jack's tongue landed flat at the
base of Phil's arse and slowly slid up, coating the Stockport lad with a
layer of saliva.

Thinking little of it, Phil dropped his head back to the mattress and
relaxed while Jack enjoyed himself. The Brummy lad inhaled the dank
goodness of the scally northerner before returning to the base of his hole
and working his way up once more. The prickly hairs of Phil's entrance
tickled Jack's tongue as he moved over his ring and paused. Then turning
his tongue into a point and pushing his face as far forward as it would go,
Jack forced his way through Phil's hole and began to suck.

"Fucking Christ!" Phil swore, his shoulders leaping off the canvas as his
body suddenly felt overwhelmed by this new pleasurable sensation. "You like
that my boy? Tell me you like it!" Jack grinned, withdrawing from Phil's
hole for a second to gloat. "I fucking love it. I love that fucking
tongue." Phil squealed as Jack slipped his tongue back in between the
Northern lad's tight walls.

Jack swirled his tongue inside Phil's ring, tickling the light brown hairs
as he sucked. The 20-year-old jerked his hard cock as Jack ate him, "How
are you so good at this?" Phil huffed. The Brummy gave no response, instead
flicking his tongue up and down he changed the direction of pleasure
bringing another groan of happiness from the City midfielder.

The Villa captain raised his palm as he sucked at Phil's ring and took hold
of the 20-year-old's balls. Jack squeezed Phil's nuts and stroked them
gently, the Stockport-born midfielder's balls felt nice and juicy, full of
thick cum. Jack desperately wanted the contents of Phil's nuts down his
throat, but first, he had to fuck the cum out of him.

"Ugh." Phil huffed as Jack withdrew his tongue and stood up beaming at
him. "Right bitch, you want me to rock your world?" Jack grinned. "Yeah
Jack, what you gonna do?" Phil agreed. "You're gonna suck my cock, make it
nice and wet then I'm gonna fuck you with it." Jack explained. The Villa
captain saw the tiniest hint of fear in Phil's pupils as they contracted in
those beautiful blue eyes of his while the 20-year-old looked back at
him. "I'll go slow for a little bit." Jack grinned, attempting to reassure
Phil. "But once your hole is loose, I'm gonna give you the best shag ever!"
He finished beaming.

Phil wanted to chicken out and run a mile, Jack's long thick cock looked as
though it would end his football career. Yet the confidence in Jack made
the 25-year-old seem as though he knew what he was doing. A part of Phil
wanted to run for the hills and hide, but a louder voice in his mind was
telling him, ["TAKE IT, TAKE IT, TAKE IT!!!"]

Jack took the brief period of silence and contemplation from Phil as an
opportunity to assert his dominance. The Villa captain leaned over into his
holdall and pulled out a bottle of lube. Phil hadn't even given a signal of
acceptance as the Brummy flicked the lid open and began to pour the cool
liquid over his fingers. Jack moved around easing his joggers and boxers
down with his clean hand to expose his thick cock which swung freely as he
climbed into position. The City midfielder reacted as if he were blinded by
headlights, the massive appendage lowering itself towards his mouth found
the Stockport lad's lips part with plenty of space to fit into his wet
mouth. No sooner had Jack's cock slipped between Phil's lips, two of the
25-year-old's lube covered fingers pressed at Phil's hole.

Phil grunted as his ring parted somewhat unwittingly to allow Jack's
fingers in. The Brummy's fingers slid deeper inside Phil's warm tunnel,
slowly encouraging the City midfielder's ring to widen for him. Jack could
feel Phil's hole clenching around his fingers as they slid back and forth,
gently the Villa captain applied more lube to Phil's entrance. While Jack
pressed his fingers deeper, Phil's cheeky tongue curled around Jack's long,
thick shaft. The Stockport scally glanced up Jack's pole to Jack's crotch,
the trimmed brown hairs looked like a soft cushion ready to soften the
blows his arse was about to take.

Jack's fingers glided with increasing speed inside his England
teammate. Phil's hole had already swallowed the joints of the Villa
captain's fingers as they slid back and forth but with a few more dips he
was so nearly knuckle deep. Jack poured a drop more lube on his fingers as
they slid out again and then pressed it back inside the cute 20-year-old's
hole. "Your hole feels nice and tight mate." Jack smiled. Phil couldn't
reply, but even with a mouth full of Jack's cock, the Brummy could see
Phil's mouth curl into a cheeky smile.

Phil felt his ring slowly spreading wider around Jack's fingers. The
feeling of Jack's digits firmly sliding into his body began the process of
mentally preparing himself for the next step. Jack's thick meat between his
lips were one thing but forcing this delicious rod into his tight rectum
worried Phil. For the next step he would need to trust Jack, trust the
Brummy lad's skills and while Jack's fingers probed Phil's insides, sliding
and loosening his wonderfully tight hole, Phil decided that he was
prepared. In Phil's mind, Jack had grown up with that cock and his
chiselled good looks meant he must've put his thick cock into many a tight
hole before.

Jack's eyes remained fixed on Phil's firm, round cheeks as his fingers
split the northern lad's ring. The Villa captain focused on the way his
fingers felt as they slid into Phil's body, judging the resistance as he
did so. The 20-year-old was always going to be tight; this hole clearly
hadn't had enough attention in the past, but that was going to be put right
today. After several more minutes of jabbing while Phil polished his boner,
Jack finally pulled his fingers free. "You ready?" Jack asked. Phil took a
moment to contemplate before nodding.

Jack placed his hand under Phil's smooth chin and lifted the Stockport
lad's face to lay a gentle kiss on his lips. The Villa captain eased Phil
around on to his front, moving Phil onto his hands and knees. The
20-year-old's blue eyes followed Jack as the Brummy stepped back and then
moved around on to the bed behind Phil. The City midfielder glanced back
and watched Jack's face disappear into his crack one more time.

A phlegmy glob of spit splattered across Phil's arse followed by Jack's
tongue, smearing the viscous liquid across his hole. The 25-year-old
straightened up and shuffled closer to Phil's arse, taking the Northerner's
left hip in one hand, Jack placed his thick, wet head at Phil's entrance
and waited. The Brummy lad's eyes watched Phil's hole twitch slightly and
then seemingly open a touch. Gently applying pressure, Jack leaned forward
into the relaxed hole and began to force entry.

Phil's pain became audibly clear, groaning and grunting as Jack carefully
applied extra force. With such a large cock, Jack knew that time would be
his friend, give Phil all the time he needed to adjust his body and Jack's
long, thick cock would make him glad he'd dared to try something new. The
horny Brummy continued to press at Phil's entrance, several seconds passed
with minimal progress, Jack's monster edging itself into Phil's body a
fraction of a millimetre at a time.

From Phil's position he could feel the pressure at his back door increasing
gradually. The Stockport lad's tight walls, slick with Jack's spit were
opening slowly, widening around the thick head of Jack's cock which
glistened with Phil's spit as it pressed at the City midfielder's
opening. "Ahhh fuckkkk." They groaned in unison as Jack's head forced
Phil's ring to open wide enough allowing the Villa captain's entire head to
breach Phil's tight, pink ring.

Phil's breathing increased as Jack's thick rod penetrated his slender body,
the size of the top's head was the most awkward part of the whole
experience for Phil who began to appreciate Jack's finger work. With a
determined grunt, Phil relaxed and pushed his hole out again. "Oh fuckkk."
They hissed in perfect synergy again as half an inch sank into Phil's
smooth belly.

Jack took Phil's flexing as a sign the bottom wanted to regulate the pain
of deep anal sodomy as much as he could and Jack couldn't argue with
that. The top held his position pressing his cock forward slightly and
waiting. Phil took long deep breaths, breathing through the pain of deeper
probing until the burning subsided a little then he pushed his ring out
again allowing Jack's raw sword to cut deeper into his tight, warm
hole. They moved closer together half an inch at a time before Jack finally
released the base of his cock. "More than halfway now mate." Jack grinned
proudly, he guessed he was about 6.5 inches in, but doubting he would get
all of his cock inside the young City midfielder he felt ready to take
control.

Jack's powerful thighs tightened to pull his cock back, dragging his bare
head against Phil's hole. The 25-year-old's strong, tanned legs were
careful with their movements, slowly edging his cock forward into Phil's
tight, scally body. "Uhh fuck." Phil swore as Jack's fat cock stretched him
from the inside. The Northern lad's tight insides were so tight Jack looked
to the ceiling above and thanked the Lord.

Jack waited patiently, allowing Phil's hole another minute or so to widen
for his thick cock. The Villa captain knew he owned a lethal weapon, but he
wanted to invade this arse again in the future, that he was sure
of. Watching Phil's hole while listening to Phil's moans, Jack began to
stroke himself into the City midfielder. The Brummy lad swung
sympathetically, pushing just hard enough to make things happen, but not
hard enough to go further than Phil was willing to allow. The top's cock
throbbed as it sliced his way inside Phil's tight body bringing a
heartwarming coo from the bottom, he was ready for more.

"I love your pocket." Jack breathed as his cock cut deeper into the City
star. The Villa captain had made great progress and with just an inch to
go, he focused on making the sex feel good. The 25-year-old's bare 10-inch
monster gently dipped into Phil's body, pressing open that tight milky hole
to rest in the warmth of the northern lad's smooth belly. Jack's taut
calves held him steady while his beefy thighs pulled his cock back,
increasing in inches each time he did so before sliding forward until his
head met resistance. "I love your cock." Phil whispered in reply.

Phil closed his eyes for a few moments and just appreciated the feeling of
Jack's cock inside him. The experience gave him a new appreciation for his
Mrs. and all the vaginal and anal poundings he'd given her over the
years. Phil's hole widened with increasing willingness, allowing Jack the
freedom to slide smoothly along his insides. The Brummy lad's whopping
monster of a cock looked like a weapon of mass destruction but Jack was a
talented young man and the way he fed Phil's tight hole made the bottom
yearn for it all and beg for more.

Jack grinned down at Phil's perfect body below him. The little northern lad
looked like a weedy little thing in his baggy football shirts, it was
shocking to see just how ripped Phil was the first time he'd seen the City
star shirtless. Jack rocked freely now, feeding all 10 inches of his raw,
meaty cock into the bottom's muscular belly. The Villa captain watched
Phil's back muscles tensing as a reaction to each swing of his cock,
burying itself into that tight, pale warmness. "How are you doing lad?"
Jack asked. "Yeah, it's good mate, your cock is so big and hard." Phil
smiled, glancing back to look at the top. Phil's cute little face was
irresistible, Jack needed to see more, that would guarantee an explosive
finish. "Can I flip you?" Jack chanced, feeling confident Phil was feeling
pretty happy. "Go for it."

Jack pulled his hips all the way back and nudged Phil's arse. The City
midfielder rolled over onto his back and allowed his legs to fall open
exposing his hole invitingly. Jack looked at the scene below him and felt
his balls tighten, ready to burst. Jack's eyes scanned Phil's milky white
skin, the toning of his rock-hard pecs and abs, the trail of dark hairs
leading from his belly button down into his crotch. Phil's hard 7-inch cock
lay to the side against his raised left leg, the sight of Phil's thick
meaty thighs covered in a light coat of dark hairs which led into his
perfect arse and the pink, puckered hole waiting, begging to be penetrated
again.

Jack held his cock to Phil's hole, pressing his meaty head against the City
midfielder's tight entrance. Looking into Phil's blue eyes Jack waited for
the 20-year-old to give him the green light. Phil exhaled with a long deep
breath and Jack felt his hole loosen. Pressing his weight against Phil's
entrance, the Villa captain slipped easily back into Phil's warm body. Both
lads groaned unison as they became united once more. The bottom took hold
of his hard cock and maintaining eye contact with Jack he smiled as he
began to stroke himself. "Yeah mate, that's it, you like my hard D?" Jack
beamed proudly. "Uh-huh." Phil nodded, beating his throbbing 7-inch wand to
the tune of Jack's thrusts. The top took hold of Phil's shoulder and easing
his body weight up with his knees, Jack raised Phil's arse a little higher
to plough down into it.

Pulling his hips back as far as he could, Jack removed 7.5 inches of his
10-inch rod then dropped his body down stuffing 10 inches of Brummy meat
and the Villa captain's body weight into Phil's tight cunt. "Oh fuck." Phil
moaned, his cheeks bright pink as he helplessly gasped in pain and extreme
pleasure. The City midfielder's mouth hung wide open in shock at how
incredible Jack was, this lad knew how to fuck and each time the top's cock
filled his body, Phil groaned with joy.

Jack smiled down at the view below him, Phil's smooth pale body looked so
good. The City star's muscles worked overtime, tugging his own hard 7
incher, making his pink head grow in size and colour as he tried to bring
himself to his climax. Jack studied Phil's body repeatedly, scanning his
impressive abs, slim yet chunky biceps and impressively beefy pecs. The
Villa captain beamed down on Phil's body noticing the thick, silver chain
hanging around the scally lad's neck. The bottom's head fell to the side
showing Phil's eyebrow which had a couple of shaved lines through it as a
sign of his rude-boy image. Jack lowered his face as he pounded the sexy
bottom and extending his tongue to the underside of Phil's earlobe, he
licked the northerner while studying the diamond ear stud.

"You getting close there mate?" Jack whispered into Phil's ear as he
pounded. "Yeah, I'm really fucking close." Phil replied. "How bad do you
want it?" Jack teased. "Yeah mate, hard." Phil agreed. "Show me!" Jack
demanded as he allowed his weight to thud into Phil's hole. The Stockport
scally used his free hand to take a hold of Jack's meaty hamstring. Pulling
Jack into his hole, Phil encouraged the top to continue his amazing
work. The bottom's hand felt just how hard Jack's muscles were clenched,
covered in a light coat of his dark brown hairs. Phil looked up at Jack who
grinned down at him, "Like that?" he asked. "Yeah, like THAT!" Phil sighed,
moving hand as he spoke to take a handful of Jack's firm, sweaty arse. The
Brummy lad's arse cheek was covered in a little more hair than his meaty
legs and with his exertions on Phil's arse, Jack's body was perspiring with
increasing fluidity. "Fuck yeah." Phil groaned again, squeezing the dense
muscular form of Jack's powerful arse. The City midfielder appreciated the
way Jack's arse felt, the Midlander's firm glute remained hard and clenched
in Phil's palm as Jack filled him with 10 inches of pure, thick, hard meat.

Phil's scally prostate ached with desire, sending the ultimate feelings of
happiness through the midfielder's young body. The bottom's fist pumped his
cock rapidly, stimulating his raging head with every stroke. "Fuck Jack."
Phil whispered, unable to spare any energy as his cock thickened and began
to fire. The first shot blasted across Phil's smooth abs leaving a gigantic
puddle of the bottom's cum sticking to his smooth skin. "Fucking hell."
They swore in unison as the second shot joined the first decorating Phil's
stunning naked body. The ropes were long, thin and bright yet translucent,
reflecting the ceiling lights as they showered Phil's bulging body.

Jack saw Phil's orgasm as a challenge to reach his own hard and
fast. Watching the Stockport scally's milk squirting across his ripped abs
and feeling Phil's tight hole sucking hard against his raw shaft, Jack
slammed his cock deep into Phil's belly as hard as he could, bringing yet
more groans from the pair of them. Deeper thrusts from Jack sent larger
blasts from Phil's cock, the power of the Villa captain transferring itself
through to Phil's intense orgasm.

"Oh fuck!" Jack gasped in horror, before the Villa captain could react a
strong blast of his cum shot into Phil's tight belly bringing a sweet groan
from the orgasming bottom. "Ahhh yeah brooooo!" Phil breathed as Jack
removed his spasming cock from the scally bottom's hole, "No, stick it back
in." Phil begged. It was too late for the next shot which fired from the
Brummy's cock and squirted across Phil's stretched hole. Jack jabbed his
crotch forward hurriedly as the next shot partially fired, glazing Phil's
entrance as Jack forced his cumming cock back into the City midfielder's
rectum.

"Cunting, fuck!" Jack cursed in his thickest Brummy accent as Phil's raw
hole swallowed his exploding cock. The top's head had reached its most
sensitive point of the evening and as Phil's tight hole closed around him,
Jack struggled to contain his delight as the City midfielder sealed his
throbbing head in once more. "Shittt." Phil swore as the second half of
Jack's seed squirted into him. "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Fuck!" "Fuck!" Jack and
Phil alternated. The Villa captain's eyes were bright and wide as his hairy
ball sack released his hot cream into Phil's tight cunt, his 5th shot, his
6th shot then finally his 7th shot, deep into Phil's smooth little
belly. The bottom remained stunned by the sensation of another lad's hot
juice, filling up his insides. Phil bit his lip, looking up at Jack as the
Brummy lad's thick, bare head penetrated his tight insides, covering it in
a delightful warm coat of sexy cum.

Jack remained joined to Phil even though his orgasm had ended. The Brummy
top continued to pant, his hands either side of Phil's shoulders while
breathing through those post-climax feelings that felt so damn good. Making
the experience better for Jack was the view below him. Phil lay there
patiently, still attempting to process how amazing it had been to receive
his first cream-pie. The top's orgasm had ended but Phil could still feel
his head pulsing gently but less frequently as time went on. The Stockport
scally focused on the feeling of Jack's warm cum inside his tight body and
the feeling of his stretched hole, looking up into Jack's cheeky face Phil
allowed a satisfied smile to take over his face. Jack's eyes were
everywhere, still scanning Phil's stunning body as he recomposed himself
then catching Phil's satisfied smile, Jack returned one to his bottom, "Was
that good for you mate?"

"Get your fucking dick out of me?" Phil complained to Jack who frowned back
at him. "Not what you were saying a minute ago!" he retorted. The Villa
captain began to pull his hips back. "Slowly." Phil whispered, his right
hand reaching round to the small of Jack's back to restrict the speed of
the top's withdrawal. "Oh sorry." Jack apologised, following Phil's guided
speed. "Don't be." Phil winked, his facial expression changing to show Jack
he had been in good spirits the whole time. "Fuck me, you're an emotional
rollercoaster." Jack muttered bitterly, annoyed that Phil had managed to
play with his emotions so easily. "Kiss me when you're close to popping out
yeah?" Phil replied, ignoring Jack's chagrin. The top's super long shaft
reached Phil's ring and as requested; the Brummy lad planted a firm kiss on
Phil's sweet lips while his head slipped free of Phil's body. Phil let out
a pair of gentle whimpers, the first for the kiss and the second for the
liberation of his ring.

Jack collapsed to the mattress, rolling to lay down next to Phil. Neither
lad spoke for another minute, just heavy breathing filled the room as the
pair of them relived the hot fuck session they had just experienced. Jack
was first to break the silence, "Yunno what, I always knew your arse would
be a 12 out of 10 to fuck." "12 out of 10, what made you think that?" Phil
replied, surprised Jack would be thinking of him like that. "Mate, it's
amazing, so tight and round, perfect amounts of muscly cushion, any lad's
perfect cunt mate." Jack explained. "Cheers, I guess, you know I'm not gay
though, right?" Phil reminded Jack defiantly. "Ahhh shut up mate, get over
yourself yeah, you love sex not me I get it. Point is, we are doing this
again and you ain't got a choice in the matter." Jack chuckled. "Woah,
that's a bit rapey bro." Phil replied, looking back at Jack surprised.
"Nah, you'll be begging me for it, I saw the look in your eyes when I shot
inside you, you couldn't get enough! And you know what dude, neither could
I, but don't worry, I'll only be tapping you when we're away together."
Jack explained with a wink. "Haha, fuck off like. You ain't that
irresistible mate." "Never said I was irresistible; I just know what I
saw. Oh, and obviously I'm a pretty fair lad so next time it's your turn if
you want it." Jack finished with a confident smile. "Dickhead. You're
right, I thought it was pretty unbelievable." Phil admitted.

There was no need to give that comment an immediate reply so Jack left it
to linger. As they lay there, the words swirled around in Phil's mind while
reliving that experience once more, fuck, who knew bottoming could be that
good? "I'm easy dude, I love getting my end away and we only see each other
once a month or so, seems like the perfect outlet to me." Jack
smiled. "Maybe, how the fuck am I meant to run tomorrow since your cock
reorganised my insides?" Phil giggled semi-changing the subject. "You're a
professional lad. If you can play with all kinds of muscular injuries, you
can play with a slightly wider hole." Jack chuckled, stretching his arms
out behind his head and then reaching over to cushion Phil's head. The City
midfielder raised his head to allow Jack's arm to pass under and the pair
of them lay there naked, contemplating what the future would look like for
them both. "5 days a month or two sounds pretty easy, doesn't it? It's not
like you're playing for City, teasing me with that long fat cock every day,
is it?" Phil grinned, leaning into Jack's forearm.

END

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