Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2022 00:02:00 +0000
From: PCW Tosh <pcwtosh@gmail.com>
Subject: Premier League Football - When Harry Met Trent

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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Premier League Football - When Harry Met Trent

Trent rolled into the carpark at St. George's Park and came to a halt, he
was greeted by the new welcoming committee. The pre-entry interview, have
you come into contact with someone who has coronavirus? [How should I
bloody know, it's invisible!]  "No, I don't think so." Trent smiled. "Ok
Trent, well follow the arrows and they will take you through the testing
centre.

The Liverpool right back made his way into the testing room where his
temperature and some swabs were taken. "That all seems fine Trent." You can
make your way through." Trent picked up his bag and headed through towards
the common room to find it practically empty, just Tottenham's Harry Winks
was sitting with his headphones on until he glanced up and saw Trent. "Yo."
Harry grinned, whipping off his headphones and stopping his music.

Trent beamed at the Spurs midfielder. "Sup Winksy." "Not much mate, how's
it going?" Harry grinned. "Just a few issues at home, nothing to worry
about." Trent replied, sounding glum. "Oh, what's up?" Harry frowned, the
concern in his voice evident. "It's nothing, I'm just running out of space
for all medals and trophies." Trent beamed. Harry's concerned frown turned
into a venomous scowl, "you cunt!" He spat indignantly, "you had me going
there!" He finished as Trent sniggered cheekily, the Liverpool defender
juddered towards Harry as he giggled, pulling the 24-year-old into his
torso for a comforting stand up/sit down hug.

Harry jabbed outwards with his elbow as Trent cradled his head. "Cunt!"
Trent spat in pain rubbing his sore ribs where Harry struck him. Harry
rubbed his neck thoughtfully where Trent had held him. "I get why Ox calls
you bellend now." Harry flashed Trent an accusatory look. "Ahh chill out
man." Trent laughed dismissively, "why can't you have a good time? Always
got to get your knickers in a twist." Trent grinned.

"DICKHEAD, SHE WAS LOOKING AT ME!!!" Eric boomed. Harry and Trent threw
their heads towards the doorway to check who was causing the commotion. The
big defender Eric Dier entered the cafeteria alongside Tottenham teammate
and England captain Harry Kane. Trent shuffled away from Harry whilst the
Spurs midfielder regained his composure. "Sup boys?" Harry grinned towards
Harry and Eric. "Yo." The tall defender nodded while Harry Kane approached
them both for a gentle fist bump. "You boys ready to fuck up this West
English lads?" Trent smirked, referring to their upcoming game against
Wales. "I like your style." Harry Kane grinned, "boys, make notes!" He
continued frowning at his teammates.

"You feeling better bro?" Eric asked Harry thoughtfully. [Better? What's
up?] Trent's ears pricked at Eric's question. "Yeah, all good bruv, feeling
better than ever!" Harry's trademark lean smile curled into the corner of
his mouth. "Good job."

"Bruvvazzzzzzz!!!!!" Kyle Walker called, walking in to join them with his
tongue hanging out playfully. The Spurs brigade were quick to embrace Kyle
whilst Trent patiently waited his turn. The conveyor belt of players slowly
trickled into their meeting area before the squad was complete. Gareth
Southgate had been milling around and looked forward to greeting them
warmly.

"Ok boys, I'm not going to talk about what's going on in the press, yet. We
will deal with that a bit later. For now, I just want to give you all a
warm welcome and just say that we have 3 big matches to look forward to,
where we can really make a name for ourselves ok!" Gareth beamed. The
players nodded with a ripple of whispered agreement. "Get out there and
have a run around, Harry has said he would like to talk to you on the pitch
and I will speak to you all again at the end of the session. But for now
boys, play hard." He finished.

The session began with Harry Kane and the senior players laying down the
law to the group, "we are in England colours, representing the Three Lions
and we can't afford to slip up. We are a team, so if you let Gareth down,
you let us all down!" Harry barked, the group nodded again, no excuses now.

It was a tough day's work, this wasn't like club training, with England you
only had 2 days to impress. Trent had spent the last two years impressing
every week with his goals and assists for Liverpool helping the club to a
Champions League and winning their first domestic league title for 30
years. The young Scouser couldn't help but think about Harry's mood shift
earlier, [I hope he's not still upset. I wonder what he's feeling better
from?]

Harry had forgotten about Trent, club teammate Eric was providing the
laughs in their group, dancing and clowning as Steve Holland watched on
assessing their every move. Trent glanced over to see the big Spurs centre
back holding his finger to his lips hushing the guys around him, whilst an
unsuspecting Harry stood in conversation with Mason Mount. Eric took a run
up, a startled Mason ducked behind Harry's slim frame and the ball sent
hurtling in their direction by Eric smacked Harry square on his left arse
cheek, PHWACK!!! "FUCKING CHRIST!!!" Harry bellowed, clutching his arse and
hobbling around to see the cause of his pain. "Might've fucking known." He
rolled his eyes with exasperation whilst rubbing his tender bum. Eric, Kyle
and Danny Ings howled with laughter while Mason looked on, bewildered
before Harry turned side on to Mason and continued their conversation
massaging his bum.

The team had dinner and then for social distancing reasons, it was up to
bed. Trent felt he'd had a productive day smashing in a few free kicks,
[Gareth's gotta like that] he told himself proudly, looking up at the
ceiling with his arms behind his head. [I need to talk to Harry though, I'd
do anything to make sure he doesn't hate me.] Trent lay deep in thought;
how could he fix it?

Harry sat scrolling through his phone, having a bit of lads' banter in a
group chat when he thought he heard a sound he glanced over to the door and
listened...nothing. The Spurs midfielder looked back at his phone again,
"Harryyyyyy" a long, hissed whisper came through the door. The Spurs
midfielder lifted his head off the pillow bewildered then pushed himself up
off the mattress to answer the door. Trent's big brown eyes welcomed him as
he opened the door. "Trent, what the fuck?" Harry hissed. "Can I come in?"
The Liverpool defender whispered, Harry stepped back dumbfounded and
allowed Trent to slip past him. Harry quickly glanced down the corridor to
check the coast was clear before closing the door.

"What's up?" Harry demanded; Trent could detect a note of irritation in the
Londoner's voice. "Nothing mate, I felt bad about earlier." Trent
explained. Harry frowned back at Trent whilst searching his memory. "Oh
that. Nah, it's cool mate, banter innit." Harry replied. The relief on
Trent's face was clear for Harry to see. "Oh shit, you were proper shook
weren't you." Harry chuckled apologetically. Trent's weak smile confirmed
it. "Yeah, I thought you were proper upset after what you said to Harry."
Trent sighed. "Bro." Harry grinned pulling Trent in for a hug.

The tender embrace lasted a few moments, Harry patting the back of Trent's
head affectionately before they split. The grin on Trent's face had doubled
in size. "We cool?" Harry smiled. "We're cool." Trent beamed before
returning for another hug. The blood raced through the young Scouser as the
smell of Harry filled his nostrils. Trent broke away from Harry with a
smile and turned quickly attempting to conceal his embarrassment. "Catch
you on the field tomorrow." Harry beamed falling back on to his bed. Trent
flashed another broad smile before reaching for the door handle.

"Hey Trent." Harry called. "Dude, you're showing." [Ahhhhh fuck.] Trent
panicked, he turned to face Harry who looked back at him looking
surprised. Trent fumbled for words to explain but Harry got in first to
diffuse the situation. Trent looked back at Harry who smiled back at him
half nervously, half mischievously. "Look mate, I'm starting to show
myself." The midfielder announced glancing down at his crotch which had
definitely begun to expand his trackie bottoms. "Wanna do something
together?" Harry continued.

Trent's feet seemed to move before his mind, approaching Harry nervously he
sat down next to the Spurs midfielder. Harry smiled watching the young
Scouser as he made himself comfortable. The 24-year-old lifted his hips and
in one swift movement, revealed his hardening cock. Trent's eyes surveyed
the 7.5-inch curved piece of uncut meat and smiled. "Looks good." Trent
smiled, studying the purple veins running up from the base and disappearing
about half way up. "Tastes pretty good too, I've been told." Harry beamed
with confidence. Trent's eyes flashed up to Harry's, his expression had a
happy-go-lucky charm to it. "I've never..." "Then don't." Harry cut in,
"Let's do whatever you're comfortable with."

Trent watched Harry's face and then glanced away, "I wanna, but I don't
want you to think I'm shit." Trent explained. Harry smirked, "Just keep
your teeth off it and you can't go wrong. Whip yours out." Trent glanced
down at Harry's enticing piece of wood once more then reached down to his
own waistband to liberate his own throbbing boner. It was Harry's turn to
study as Trent's 8-inch tackle lay hard, resting against his neat crotch.

"On three?" Harry grinned. "One, two, three." He counted then reached over,
taking Trent's cock in his hand. Trent jumped and reached across to Harry's
cock in dazed surprise. Harry giggled at Trent then rolling his eyes down
the Scouser's body, Harry admired the look of Trent's cock in his hand. "I
love the way my skin looks with your dark cock in it." Harry
chuckled. Trent glanced at Harry's hand, then his own cock, the Liverpool
defender's eyes then crossed to his own caramel coloured hand with Harry's
hard white cock protruding from it, "Yours looks pretty good in my hand
too." Trent grinned before glancing up to his England teammate's freckled
face.

Harry admired Trent as the young Scouser smiled back at him. Trent's warm
young features, his full pink lips, Harry felt himself drawn to them like a
magnet and without thinking the Spurs midfielder leant forward. Trent
froze, stunned his lips were now connected with Harry's, a rush of emotions
began to flow through the 21-year-old and any resistance in the young
Scouser evaporated in an instant. Harry could feel Trent's lips relax and
following the guidance of his own, their lips danced in perfect synergy
building the bond between them.

The pair began to run their hands up and down the other lad's shaft as if
it were their own. Faint moans through their nostrils were the perfect
encouragement that their movements were correct and appreciated. Trent
opened his eyes while they kissed and drank in Harry's endearingly cute
face. The Londoner's golden kissed skin was so smooth until he peeked
Harry's sparse stubble, but it was the cute little freckles on Harry's face
that he loved. [So freaking cute.] Trent screamed to himself.

After a few moments Harry opened his eyes to see Trent staring back at
him. The young Scouser's deep brown eyes were so warm and beautiful, Harry
felt happy looking at them. Trent looked into Harry's eyes as their lips
danced together, he was so close, he could see the beautiful pattern of the
Londoner's irises gazing back longingly into his own eyes. Harry raised his
free hand up to the back of Trent's head and gently cupped the young lad's
hair. The feeling on Harry's fingertips made the Spurs midfielder beam with
happiness on the inside, the soft fuzzy feel of a black boy's hair, so
different to his own straight hair.

Harry pulled himself back from Trent's face with a touch of reluctance, the
sexy black boy's lips were addictive and he couldn't wait to get back on
them but something was really nagging at Harry, something he really needed
to know. Trent's eyes watched with a hint of disappointment as Harry
withdrew but the Londoner's fingers were working hard along his raging
boner.

Pulling his eyes away from Trent's, Harry looked down and beamed upon the
beautiful brown cock pointing up at him. Rolling his fingertips across
Trent's helmet, Harry's eyes shot up to watch the Scouser's reaction. "AHH
fuck." Trent cursed, his body tingling at Harry's gentle touch. Harry gave
Trent's head one more stroke, bringing more profanities from the Liverpool
defender before diving face first into Trent's enticing crotch. "Mother
fucker." Trent hissed as Harry swallowed his head. The bitter happiness in
Trent's voice was exactly what Harry wanted to hear. The Londoner curled
his tongue around the sides of Trent's shaft and sucking with the back of
his throat, Harry pleasured Trent's delicious cock. Trent had lost the grip
of Harry's cock with their repositioning so the Scouser placed a hand
between Harry's shoulder blades and stroked him encouragingly. Harry's lips
pulled Trent's foreskin up and down gently, stimulating his hairy nuts
every time Harry's head dipped down into the black boy's sweet-smelling
crotch.

Trent's encouraging moans spurred Harry on, the Tottenham midfielder
sucking every inch of Trent's thick, black 8-inch cock. The Londoner's
rhythm took him so deep his nose pressed against the soft fabric of Trent's
boxer shorts. Harry wanted more and moving his fingers under the waistband
of Trent's shorts, he managed to ease them down a little further, just
enough to deepthroat Trent without any obstruction.

Trent felt his balls stirring with excitement as Harry's wide tongue teased
and tantalised his hard cock. Harry's amazing oral skills on Trent's cock
made the Liverpool defender even hungrier for a taste of Harry's throbbing
cock. There was no time to lose, Harry was too good at giving head and
there was no way Trent would last at this rate.

Trent leaned back slightly and shuffled his body with him whilst pulling
Harry by his shoulders. The Londoner followed Trent's guidance, pausing but
not releasing the black boy's delicious cock from his mouth. Trent moved so
far back onto the bed that Harry had to get into his hands and knees in
order to remain connected, perfect.

Harry resumed sucking while below him, Trent carefully rotated his body
around. Harry watched Trent with a twinkle in his eye and as Trent's head
approached Harry's leg, the Londoner raised his knee to allow Trent to pass
underneath. Trent reached up and pulled at Harry's trackie bottoms, the
24-year-old raising his body to allow his trackies and boxers to slip
beyond his knees then lowered himself once more.

Trent eyed Harry's beautiful cock and studied the size and shape. The 7.5
inches of hard, pale cock had a slight curve to the left and a thick blue
vein running along the back of it, with plenty of smaller, purple
contributory veins for illustration. Trent peeled back Harry's foreskin to
reveal a light pink dome, swollen and looking ready to burst. Raising his
head off the mattress Trent stuck his tongue out, gently making contact
with the warm bulb. The sensation felt wonderful, Harry's meat reacted by
thickening in Trent's mouth as the 21-year-old carefully swallowed the head
and sucked softly.

The sexy young footballers became completely wrapped in the moment. The
sound of slurping and sucking increased in volume and intensity as both
lads fed themselves the length of the other lad's shaft. Trent felt
amazing, Harry's tongue wrapped around his hard cock felt as wonderful as
any blowjob he'd ever had, but the rock-hard shaft filling his own throat
heightened his enjoyment to a new level of arousal.

Sucking in each other's aromas, both lads could tell the other one was
beginning to sweat as they each worked as hard as each other to polish the
hard cocks they had been presented with. Instinctively both lads felt
encouraged by their partner's efforts to match it with their own efforts
and with that, both Harry & Trent sucked harder and deeper, devouring each
other's delicious meat. The feeling of Harry's boner thickening between his
lips made Trent's eyes pop open, the Spurs midfielder was clearly
appreciating his efforts making Trent feel at ease, he was obviously doing
a good job.

Harry felt a pearl of silk across his tongue and smiled. Trent's precum
tasted so good sliding across his tongue, begging the 24-year-old to try
harder and tease yet more juices from the Liverpool full-back's cock. The
Spurs midfielder swallowed the length of Trent's thick dark shaft and
stroked the Scouser's fleshy head against his tonsils. The nasal groan from
Harry's lower half carried, long and loud, the Londoner knew he had found
the spot the Trent really, really enjoyed.

The feelings surging throughout Trent's body made him appreciate everything
around him so much more. The right-back sucked hungrily at Harry's shaft,
desperate to make Harry feel the same way he felt right now. Both players
increased their intensity, deep in the moment they shared, willing the
other lad to shoot his load. Their necks propelled their lips along each
other's throbbing shafts while their tongues stroked the underside of the
other lad's boner but it was the addition of fingertips that took them up
another level.

Harry's fingertips were first to locate Trent's fuzzy balls. The Liverpool
full-back's heavy brown balls were covered in a nice patch of soft, brown
curly hairs. Harry's wandering fingers moved firmly and carefully,
massaging the thin skin as he tried to work out just how much cum Trent had
to offer. Automatically, Trent reciprocated by taking his palm and gently
rubbing it across Harry's tight sack. It was Harry's turn to groan as
Trent's warm hand moved around his balls, gently sliding over the sensitive
skin.

Harry gave an affirmative noise as they sucked, one that caused Trent to
groan in response. The footballers egged each other on, Trent's nerves long
poked to the back of his mind by Harry's incredible 7.5-inch cock. The
feeling Trent's cock throbbing between his lips made Harry feel proud of
his skills and with that, his own cock throbbed in reply. With his cock
throbbing harder and more frequently, Harry sucked longer and deeper
sending waves of happiness through Trent's cock. Trent couldn't believe how
much he was enjoying the 24-year-old's thick meat between his lips. Each
time his nose glided into Harry's soft bush of pubes he wanted to smile
long and wide, however with Harry's cock beginning to deposit stringy
strands of precum across his tongue, Trent knew he needed to maintain his
form.

Trent's first blowjob was about to be rewarded, Harry felt his load
beginning to churn and closing his eyes, the Londoner allowed the
21-year-old's scratching tonsils to initiate his orgasm. "I'm gonna cum."
Harry groaned, pulling off Trent's wet boner and jerking the Liverpool
defender. Trent reacted with just enough time to watch Harry's cock thicken
within his fingers then explode launching cum high into the air. Landing on
Trent's forearm, Harry's first shot was thin and translucent. The second
and third shots blasted so hard one flew beyond Trent's body onto the
mattress behind him while the other landed on his side.

"Shit, fuck." Harry cursed as his hips spasmed. More of the Londoner's thin
cum fired from his bellend landing on the exposed skin of Trent's
side. Rope after rope squirted from Harry's slit, spraying across Trent's
dark skin while the Scouser watched on in awe. The last shot from Harry's
head landed short, spitting on to Trent's forearm and was followed by
another deep groan from the Spurs midfielder. "Fuck, that was so good."
Harry huffed before narrowing his eyes on Trent's throbbing boner and began
to stroke it.

Harry took a deep breath and wrapped his lips around Trent's head,
descending the full-back's thick cock. The 21-year-old's 8-incher had just
begun to soften when Harry's lips stunned it back into life. Gripping the
sheets and exhaling Trent did his best to control his emotions as Harry
sucked on his growing cock. It didn't take long for Harry to bring Trent to
the edge of glory, the Spurs midfielders lips worked hard to manipulate
Trent's foreskin bringing groans and throbs from the beautiful black boy.

Harry's nose descended into Trent's neat bush, sliding his tongue along the
black boy's swollen head and with a high-pitched moan Trent began to
blow. "I'm gonna shoot." Trent moaned. The Liverpool defender tried to push
Harry's face off his cock but the Southern lad held his lips around Trent's
helmet swallowing the first shot that rocketed into his mouth. Pulling off
Trent's pulsing boner, Harry then watched Trent shoot the rest of his load
while his fist slid along his 8-inch cock.

Trent's thick black cock looked like a fountain as it shot his hot cum into
the air. Harry ran his palm rapidly along the Scouser's throbbing boner,
milking two more ropes of cum from his glistening head. Trent threw his
upper body weight against the mattress and gave a deep huff as three more
shots squirted into the air landing on Harry's side. The Spurs midfielder
continued to jerk as Trent gave s long sigh and looked back at Harry with
an expression of total satisfaction plastered across his face. One more
groan from the Liverpool full back announced two more ropes of cum that
foamed at his head, trickling down his solid shaft.

Finally with a sigh of total satisfaction, Trent was empty. Harry beamed
across at the 21-year-old whose eyes ran from his own cock, across to
Harry's and then up the Spurs midfielder's body to his warm, brown
eyes. "You ok?" Harry asked quietly. "Yeah, fucking A man." Trent replied,
beaming back at Harry happily. The pair of them could feel their hearts
still pounding, energised from their erotic session.

"You shot so hard it landed on your sheets." Trent sniggered. Harry's eyes
burned with embarrassment. "Shit, what will the cleaners think?" He giggled
along with the Liverpool full back. "You can't be the only one who has
messed up their sheets man, bet they won't notice." "I hope you're right."
Harry replied. "You sure you've never done that before?" Harry asked in
disbelief. Trent nodded proudly, his chest puffing out slightly. "Yeah,
first time for everything right." He replied. "You should do it more
often." Harry grinned, "you'll make the lads very happy indeed." He
continued. It was Trent's turn to feel his ears burn with a little
embarrassment. "Just glad to make up for earlier." Trent beamed. "Ha, mate
not even, think nothing of it." Harry smiled, patting Trent's leg.

"I should probably head back." Trent groaned, sliding his joggers back
up. "yeah true dat." Harry agreed, fixing himself up to see his England
teammate out. The pair stood up from Harry's mattress and headed to the
door. "If you ever want round two, you know where I am." Harry smirked,
placing his arms around Trent's waist and pulling the Scouser in for a
loving cuddle. "Any reason to cheer you up." Trent winked, throwing his
arms around Harry's shoulders and holding him tight.

END

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