Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2022 08:00:00 +0100
From: PCW Tosh <pcwtosh@gmail.com>
Subject: Premier League Football - The Warm Up; Remember to do Your Stretches

Disclaimer: Hey folks, this story is just a fantasy and I have no evidence
that this actually happened, but we can all dream.

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The Warm Up; Remember To Do Your Stretches

The England subs made their way to the bench and got settled in as England
hosted Andorra at Wembley Stadium. England manager Gareth Southgate had
made 11 changes to his starting line-up keeping a game in Poland just 3
days later in mind.

The game kicked off and after a few minutes Mason stood up to head to the
locker room. The Chelsea star walked into the state-of-the-art facilities
of England's national football stadium. The 22-year-old emptied his bladder
with a satisfied sigh then flushed the toilet. Opening the cubicle door,
Mason was greeted by the figure of recent Manchester City signing Jack
Grealish. The Brummy lad placed his palm flat on Mason's chest and pushed
the Chelsea star back into the cubicle. Following Jack into Mason's cubicle
was the Chelsea star's best friend and West Ham vice-captain Declan
Rice. Both Declan and Jack were beaming at Mason, the 22-year-old realised
what was about to happen and that he had no choice in the matter, not that
he would've stopped them anyway. The South Coaster pushed the toilet lid
down as he stepped back and sat down.

Mason's eyes were now level with his teammates' waists. The 22-year-old
looked Jack up from his boots, up his socks past the Brummy's thick, hairy
calves, thicker thighs and up to his navy-blue shorts. Mason's eyes then
moved across to Declan. His best mate's long white socks, rolled right up
to the knees, then the West Ham midfielder's navy-blue shorts. The Chelsea
midfielder then glanced at the lads with a cheeky smile.

In unison, Jack and Declan reached under their waistbands, pushing their
jockstraps and shorts down below their balls. Mason's eyes flitted back and
forth between Jack's and Declan's balls, both looking hairy and juicy, he
didn't care who filled his throat first. Playing on the hallowed Wembley
turf field was the pinnacle of any English footballer's career but for
Mase, getting some prime D on the subs bench made the whole experience even
better!

Jack was first to push his hips forward and Mason's automatic reaction was
to turn his head towards the Brummy's long, fat cock while opening his
lips. Jack slipped between Mason's lips and took hold of the 22-year-old's
soft brown hair. "Fuck yeah." Jack growled in a low hum as his own
instincts took control of his hips, sliding his mammoth 10-inch cock into
Mason's willing skull. From the other side, Declan's hard cock pressed
against Mason's smooth cheek. The West Ham midfielder had 8 inches of meat
which had penetrated Mason many times before and would do again tonight, if
he could wait his turn. Mason felt a thin strand of Declan's precum stick
to his chin and smear itself over his smooth skin. The Chelsea star wanted
to slip Declan's beautiful 8-inch cock between his lips but that space down
was already preoccupied with Jack's fat cock. "That's it Masey boy." Jack
grinned as he watched the South Coaster swallow his long shaft.

Jack stifled a groan into the back of his hand as Mason's wet tongue danced
around his shaft. The Chelsea midfielder always managed to surprise Jack
with his oral skills, the way his tongue slathered around the tip,
searching for any sensitive spots then sliding the length of his shaft
soaking it in his sweet saliva. The City star's hips jabbed his cock
forward intermittently, helping Mason's slicken his shaft as those lips
held Jack's hard shaft between them.

Declan moved his cock into position and giving Jack a second to pull
himself free. Mason dropped Jack's cock from his lips before Declan's hard
cock slipped straight between them. Mason's best friend wasted no time
fucking his mate's mouth, the West Ham midfielder clenched his tight arse
muscles and rammed his cock hard and fast between Mason's wet lips. "Yeah,
that's it Mase." Declan hissed.

Jack sank to his knees between Mason's legs and pulled at the Chelsea
player's shorts. Mason lifted his hips, careful not to move his head
allowing Declan fuck his face and Jack to release his 7-inch boner. Keen
for a swift finish Jack slipped his lips over Mason's head and swallowed
the Chelsea star whole. Following their pregame warm up, Mason's pubes were
carrying a hint of his musk adding to the Pompey lad's heavenly scent. The
Midlander took hold of his own hard cock and as he sucked Mason, he stroked
himself, keeping his cock hard and ready for more action.

Declan took a handful of Mason's hair and held it steady while he jabbed
his cock hard and fast into the Chelsea midfielder's face. The West Ham
midfielder beamed down at Mason's cute face as his best mate sucked at his
cock rod. Mason's perfect hair was just begging to be pulled hard and
Declan was happy to oblige, he knew that Mason loved to be made to feel
like the little slut he was. While Declan's cock plunged into Mason's face,
the West Ham midfielder poked his cock into the side of Mason's cheek to
see it protrude from the Pompey lad's face.

Jack continued to suck hard at Mason's pole, but the City star was hungry
for more. The Brummy lad pulled at Mason's thighs suggestively. Slipping
off Mason's cock, Jack looked up at the Chelsea midfielder, "Stand up and
bend over bro." Jack demanded. Declan held Mason's hair and forced his cock
against the Pompey lad's tonsils while they changed positions. Mason got to
his feet, following Declan's guidance and assisted by Jack's firm hands
gripping his thighs and moving his arse in front of Jack's face.

Awkwardly moving into position, the two players bent Mason over at his
waist and began to enter him from both sides. Declan's cock continued to
slide back and forth within Mason's lips while Jack spread Mason's cheeks
open, pushing his tongue into the Chelsea star's fuzzy hole. Mason's desire
to scream the Wembley halls down was blocked by his best friend's cock
filling his throat. The West Ham midfielder knew Mason could take his big
dick, thrusting his hips forward into the Pompey lad's face he pounded
Mason hard. [God, I'm such a slut!] Mason grinned to himself as Jack's
tongue slipped between his tight walls. Jack pushed Mason's arse cheeks as
wide apart as he could, swallowing the Chelsea star's sweet
flavour. Wriggling his long tongue within Mason's ring, Jack lubed the
Pompey lad's perfect hole, ready for the damage his huge cock was ready to
administer.

Declan pumped his cock into Mason's throat allowing his best mate to lube
him up using only his saliva. "He ready yet?" Declan whispered. Jack buried
his face cheek-deep into Mason's warm arse cheeks and pressed his tongue
into Mason's delicious cunt. Jack sucked hard, swirling his tongue within
the Chelsea star ring and then pulled himself free of Mason's hole beaming,
"All yours." Jack winked. Declan leaned back, pulling his cock from between
Mason's lips. With a pop and a crisp slap as his head left the Pompey lad's
red lips and crashed against his smooth stomach. The West Ham vice-captain
placed his hands on his best friend's shoulders and firmly spun Mason
around. Like a spinning top, Mason rotated to face a bare toilet cubicle
wall with Jack below him ready to swallow the Chelsea midfielder's solid
cock.

Jack stuffed Mason's boner into his mouth and pressed his nose against the
Chelsea star's neat pubes. Mason has only a handful of seconds to enjoy the
feeling of Jack's mouth pleasuring his cock before Declan's palms had
spread his cheeks to press his throbbing head against Mason's pink
entrance.

Declan's cock had entered Mason from this angle hundreds of times. Without
looking down, he used his sensitive head to locate Mason's juicy arse lips
and finding the sweet spot, Declan pushed directly up. Mason clamped the
back of his hand against his mouth and stifled a groan of extreme pleasure
as Declan's bare cock breached his ring and began to invade his tight
insides. ["Oh, fucking, GOD!"] Mason's mind screamed as Declan's perfect
cock curved up into his tight belly.

The West Ham vice-captain moved quickly into first gear, pressing his cock
forward then sliding it back. Declan's eyes watched Mason's tight arse
cheeks jiggle as he swung his crotch forward and connected with them within
a couple of strokes. Mason's hole swallowed Declan's cock, hungrily sucking
the shaft deep up inside the bottom. Reaching down to Mason's shoulder for
leverage, Declan moved straight into a high gear and swung his entire back
and forth fucking his best mate's willing hole.

The Chelsea star grunted internally, making no sound to the outside world
while inside he screamed the house down. Declan's cock slipped into him so
easily, so comfortably, filling his sweet belly as punishment for being the
cheeky little lad he was. The West Ham captain's raw cock thundered up
Mason's insides, the friction sending waves of pleasure through the pair of
them while Jack clung on, on the other side.

Jack could feel a thick pearl of Mason's precum form on his tongue and
spread out like a water droplet hitting a flat surface. The Brummy lad felt
his own cock throbbing again at Mason's arousal, he couldn't wait to have
his turn on the cute Chelsea star's arse. Until then, Jack was more than
content with Mason's fresh pubes bumping into his nose, filling his
nostrils with the Pompey lad's soft scent.

Mason stifled every moan and groan that strained to be released. If a
member of the coaching staff caught them, they could be sure that Gareth
would hit the roof, maybe even drop them for the next round of fixtures. A
tough punishment for a young footballer approaching a World Cup, and yet,
the consequences of being caught made all three lads even harder, slaves to
their heavy, horny balls.

Declan's raw cock felt so perfect ramming itself deep inside him, finding
its way to his tender prostate. With Jack's mouth clinging tight to the
other side, it would only be a matter of time before the Chelsea midfielder
blew his load, or would Declan shoot first? Would Mason be able to keep his
load on board until Jack stuffed him with that insanely long, thick white
dick?

Declan knew he was right on the edge with every deep stab into Mason's
willing belly. The Pompey lad's insides were perfection for their tightness
and warmth. The movements were almost robotic; they'd become so
natural. Watching his raw, veiny shaft cutting into Mason made his balls
tingle, begging him to slam it in once again. The faintest twist of his
cock, leaning a little further to the right, gaining a little more angle
and Declan felt that familiar sensation sweep through his entire body.

There was no need to thrust anymore, thrusting caused noise and they needed
to keep all noise to a minimum. The West Ham vice-captain jammed himself in
until he'd reached the hilt and stood there while his balls released their
load. [Mother fucking Christ!] Declan and Mason thought in telepathic
unison as the top's seed flooded Mason's insides. Mason clenched as tight
as he could, his ring gripping tight around Declan's convulsing shaft. The
feeling of thick salty milk shooting up into his cavity made the sexy young
midfielder's eyes spin. Mason felt his own cock expanding, delighting in
the power with which Declan's load shot into his body. Each blast of cum
within him felt like a rocket firing into his hungry belly.

Declan shot 8 rockets in total, each shot harder than the last causing the
top to shudder and lean down on Mason's lower back for support. The feeling
of Mason Mount around his cock was the feeling every young gay top would
love around their cock and added to the fact that Mase was his BFF, that
homo-jealousy turned Declan on even more. The wave of emotion controlling
Declan's body made everything feel so sensitive, so happy and reaching his
height, Declan smiled before his orgasm officially ended, the shooting
stopped and the top had that feeling of pure satisfaction.

Jack had already released Mason's cock from his mouth and the City
playmaker had repositioned himself, standing alongside Declan impatiently
stroking his rock-hard cock. Watching Declan begin to pull himself free,
Jack hurried the West Ham midfielder along making a rotating hurry up
motion with his free hand. "Keep a lookout." Jack whispered.

Mason watched Declan's feet walk past and slip out of the cubicle while he
leant against the cubicle wall. The door closed and locked from the
outside, Declan's thoughtfulness made Mason smile for a split
second. Breaking that smile was the pressure of Jack's cock against his
ring. Suddenly it was the Pompey lad's ring that was splitting as Jack's
cock forced itself between Mason's weakened defences. There was a reason
why Declan had to go first and that was a joke the entire squad
knew. Jack's cock was massive, and as the Midlander fed himself into
Mason's body, he felt the bottom struggling to accommodate him.

Jack advanced, forcing himself deeper into Mason's expanding belly and
silently swore to himself. The Midlander's lean body pressed deeper into
Mason's belly, the tight Pompey lad's body doing nothing to stop the top's
bare cock from sliding as far up inside him as it insisted. Pushing beyond
the point Declan's cock had reached, Jack penetrated a further two inches
deeper, widening Mason's chute as it worked its way to Mason's tender
sphincter.

Mason felt Jack's head slide beyond Declan's marker and begin to pleasure
parts of him even his bestie couldn't touch. Jack's famous bulge didn't
disappoint, the Brummy lad's 10-inch beast drove deep into Mason's
expanding belly instantly thudding the Pompey lad's sphincter. For so many,
Jack's humongous cock would be unbearable, but Mason's days being passed
around as a Chelsea youth between teammates had prepared him perfectly for
his professional career. Taking every inch without a sound Mason smiled
happily pushing out his hole to offer as little resistance as possible.

The top quickly piled his entire body into Mason's warm cunt. Jack was sure
Gareth would be giving him a run out at some point so with a smile he threw
long, deep, hard shots into Mason's arse. Stimulating as much of his cock
and as much of Mason's arsehole as he could with every thrust. Mason's
tight hole brought incredible heights of pleasure to Jack's cock. Using
every fibre of his conscience Jack resisted the urge to scream to the
heavens above. Delivering his cock with firm blows straight to his hilt,
Jack drove them both towards their climax.

That feeling of raw cock plugging his insides took Mason to his happy
place. The Chelsea midfielder closed his brown eyes and focused on just the
feeling of Jack's cock sliding within his tight tunnel. It was right up
there with the greatest feelings he had ever felt. Every shot stretched is
hole a little wider allowing Jack to plough him a little deeper to the
enjoyment of both lads.

Jack's hands held Mason tighter, holding the slutty bottom closer to him
and allowing Jack to drill the Chelsea star with all 10 inches of his solid
cock. Ordinarily when Jack had the freedom, he would indulge in a tug of
the bottom's hair, while slamming is horny crotch into their belly just to
show him who was boss. Nothing turned Jack on more than to be a power top
and he certainly was, but given their time and situational constraints, the
Brummy bad boy had to settle for a quick rough but silent shag.

Each time Jack threw his body forward, his eyes studied the way Mason's
tight hairy arse swallowed his long cock. The City forward had to admit he
was impressed by the way that Mason took his pounding. Whether it was a
7-inch rod or Jack's 10-inch log it was still very impressive the way that
the amazing bottom accommodated them effortlessly. As he mindlessly
stroked, Jack rapidly accelerated towards his orgasm. The top gave Mason a
gentle tap on his back causing the Chelsea star to turn and look back at
him. Using one finger to beckon Mason up and whisper in his ear, the
Midlander said "I'm pretty close, how about you?" "Same here!" Mason agreed
with a smile.

The look in Jack's eyes changed with Mason's confirmation that he too was
about to reach his climax. Jack's nonchalant demeanour turned from a gentle
smile to an aggressive stare as he guided his cock intimidatingly with
increasing yet calculated anger. Looking back down to his own cock, Mason
placed his open palm down in front of his slit and rapidly beat his
boner. Jack's cock rumbled across the underside of Mason's prostate and
forced the Chelsea midfielder into a silent but almighty groan.

Mason's hot milk began to gush with powerful shots shooting across his
palm. The Chelsea midfielder's cock flowed with cum pouring out of him like
a river rushing over a waterfall. The feeling of a hard, thick cock sliding
inside him brought Mason joy which he truly appreciated as his hand filled
up with his warm jizz. Jack's long cock felt so big inside Mason leaving
the Chelsea midfielder beyond satisfied as he milked his cock of his sticky
semen.

The tightening of Mason's delicious ring around his shaft took Jack over
the edge and placing a hand on Mason's shoulder to pin the bottom on his
crotch, Jack exploded inside Mason's sexy cunt. The City star's cock and
swollen head thickened as it unloaded inside Mason's hole, the Chelsea
star's hungry arsehole swallowing every drop of Jack's load as the hung top
shot his produce deep inside Mason's rectum.

Mason's orgasm was the first to finish, leaving a thick pool of cum in his
clammy palm. The Chelsea midfielder waited patiently, appreciating the
feeling of Jack's long hard cock swelling and shooting his seed into the
Pompey lad's sexy belly. Mason clenched his hole tight, sucking any last
cum from Jack's balls with the top more than willing to oblige. Silently,
Jack squirted a couple of final ropes into Mason's sweet cunt, smiling as
he pressed his pelvis tight to the bottom's warm arse cheeks waiting for
that overwhelming feeling of happiness to subside.

The final wave of orgasmic pleasure drained from Jack's balls and giving
himself just a few seconds to enjoy it, the top rocked forward and
whispered to Mason, "Pulling out in 3, 2, 1." The Chelsea midfielder had
just enough time to bite his lip as Jack's thick head slipped out of his
ring. Mason's hole sealed itself quickly, holding Jack's cum as its
prisoner. Both lads quickly pulled their shorts back up and straightened
themselves up out, Mason gave the toilet door a light double tap then
paused. After a second, there was a double tap from the outside in
response. Mason unlocked the door and just before he opened the cubicle
door, he turned his cum-filled hand towards the City midfielder, smooshing
it into the 25-year-old's mouth then slipped out the door before Jack could
react. Declan headed back towards the benches while Mason busied himself
washing his hands as Jack came out to join him. "You're such a cunt." Jack
muttered bitterly, licking up some of the Pompey lad's cum while cupping
his hands full of water to wash his face. Mason didn't reply but with a
grin the Chelsea midfielder backed away from the Jack returning to the
benches holding his middle finger up on his left hand and making the wanker
sign with his right.

The second half began and Gareth sent his substitutes out to warm
up. "How's your arse?" Jack whispered as Mason did his stretches. "Ruined
mate, I'm pretty sure I've got your cum dribbling down my leg." Mason
giggled. The sight of Steve Holland calling them back wasn't what Mason
wanted to see and on 62 minutes both he and Jack were sent on to the pitch
at 1-0. "Finish the job lads." Gareth called, clapping the pair on to the
pitch along with captain, Harry Kane.

END

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