Date: Fri, 19 May 2023 11:27:00 +0100
From: PCW Tosh <pcwtosh@gmail.com>
Subject: Wingin' It

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.

Previously: Three Lions of King Power

Harvey surveyed the scene around him, two sexy young black men on either
side of him worshipping his well-maintained body.

Premier League Football 21 - Wingin' It

Harvey arrived wearing his Leicester City training gear, beautifully
stitched with the initials "HB" and the number 7. Mason closed the door
behind them dressed in his own "MM" stitched Chelsea gear. Heading straight
into the living room Harvey sat down on the couch closely followed by the
Chelsea star who sat down so close next to him, their limbs touched.

"What are you in the mood for?" Mason asked. "Mario Kart." Harvey
beamed. "Good choice." Mason agreed, "Strip-Mario-Kart it is!" The
footballers picked their characters; Harvey chose Luigi while Mason chose
Princess Peach. "You're so pretty." Harvey teased, referring to the
Princess while they chose their kart settings and on to the first race.

Race 1 - Ribbon Road: Mason led out of the two footballers but as they
entered the final stages, Harvey struck with a red shell while the Chelsea
star attempted the final jump. "Dammit!" Mason hissed as first place
suddenly became seventh, rivals streaming past him as he recovered from his
fall. "Cunt." Mason groaned, bending over to untie his left trainer and
slide it off. 1-0 Harvey.

Race 2 - Toad's Turnpike: "Fucking carssss." Harvey screamed as he got
flattened for the 4th time finishing down in 10th while Mason cruised into
3rd. Harvey removed his left trainer and they moved on to the next
race. 1-1.

Race 3 - Bowser's Castle: It was Harvey's turn to lead heading around the
final corner when he got hit by falling lava and speeding past him with a
mushroom boost, Mason took the victory. Harvey whipped off his second
trainer and kicked it aside. Before they chose the next track, Mason picked
up one of Harvey's white Adidas Stan Smith's and held it to his
nose. Sucking in the odour of Harvey's trainer, the Chelsea lad felt his
cock flinch. Harvey's trainers were still relatively new but after a few
busy training sessions, that arousing, manly foot odour was beginning to
seep into the fabric. 2-1 Mason.

Race 4 - Royal Raceway: Mason flew off into the distance while Harvey
struggled to get away from the CPU players winning easily. Mason turned to
Harvey and beamed, "You gonna try on the next one at least?" Mason
teased. Harvey rolled his eyes as he reached down to peel off his white
sock. Mason held his hand out for Harvey who placed the sock in it. Holding
Harvey's sock against his nose, Mason sucked in a long draught of air and
sighed, "Yum." 3-1 Mason.

Race 5 - Electrodome: Mason took the lead off the line but with Harvey
chasing valiantly, who would be the one to succeed? Into the final lap,
Mason still led with Harvey just behind him. Firing a red shell, Harvey
beamed thinking he had Mason right where he wanted him, but the Chelsea
star dropped a banana just in time and crossing the line, he was victorious
once more. Pulling off his other sock, Harvey passed it to Mason who took
another long whiff of the Lancastrian's scent. 4-1 Mason.

Race 6 - Baby Park: The madcap mayhem of the short circuit saw Harvey
firing shell after shell at Mason. "Fuck yeahhh. Streak is over bitch,
gimme that shoe!" Harvey gloated, reaching out to take Mason's other
trainer. 4-2 Mason.

Race 7 - Piranha Plant Slide: Harvey took the lead and feeling confident
after their last round he remained ahead. A fortuitous double box for Mason
gave him a star and 3 mushrooms. Blasting past the Leicester winger, he
made sure to clip Harvey as he stormed to victory. "Hoody." Mason
demanded. Harvey shuffled out of his tracksuit jacket and handed it to the
Chelsea star. 5-2 Mason.

Race 8 - Cheese Land: Both footballers had a poor race finishing 8th and
10th however, with a rocket firing him past Mason and Waluigi, Harvey took
the head-to-head victory. "Yay, sock time." Harvey beamed as Mason peeled
off his sock, handing it over to the Leicester star. Harvey's large
nostrils sucked in the scent of Mason's sock. The Chelsea lad was very
clean indeed, Harvey could detect just a hint of body odour, but it was
enough to make his cock throb. 5-3 Mason.

Race 9 - Rainbow Road 1: "I hate this one." Harvey muttered as they raced
around the hovering space station circuit. It was Mason falling off the
circuit and into a gap which handed the initiative to Harvey which he took
to take the race. Mason slipped off his second sock for Harvey to
enjoy. "Gimme your foot." Harvey grinned. Mason giggled, passing his foot
over to Harvey who took Mason's big toe between his lips and gently rolled
his tongue across it, Harvey briefly enjoyed Mason's body in his mouth. 5-4
Mason.

Race 10 - Shy Guy Falls: With an early advantage Harvey felt confident
until a secret pathway gave Mason a sneaky lead. The Pompey lad avoided
shells and bombs fired by Harvey and crossing the line took the
win. "Mother fucker." Harvey grumbled, standing up to push his joggers down
and revealed his navy blue CK boxers. Mason beamed happily; the
Lancastrian's boxers had a nice impression where Harvey's soft 7-inch cock
hung. Mason gave the Leicester winger's bulge a little kiss before Harvey
sat back down. 6-4 Mason.

Race 11 - Hyrule Circuit: Harvey led with Mason in desperate pursuit. The
Leicester winger had the finishing line in sight but with only a few more
corners to go the dreaded blue shell blasted Harvey, which knocked him into
the clutches of a Venus fly trap allowing Mason to slide past and take yet
another victory. "Grrrrr. Fucking fixed." Harvey grumbled pulling his shirt
over his head to reveal his smooth, pale skin, covering a well-toned,
athletic body. Mason leaned over to kiss one of Harvey's tight, brown
nipples. The Chelsea star was light with his touch, gently taking Harvey's
nipple and closing his lips around it. Holding for 5 seconds, Mason took a
moment to caress Harvey flat stomach before sitting up straight and beaming
back at him. 7-4 Mason.

Race 12 - Sunshine Airport: "I do love an airport." Mason giggled,
referring to the frequent normality of their air travel routines. The
Chelsea midfielder's happiness disappeared though as Harvey raced into an
unassailable lead and even a well-timed shot from a red shell couldn't stop
Harvey crossing the line first. "Well done." Mason beamed, reaching under
the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his fluffy brown hair. It was
Harvey's turn to ogle a sexy body, studying Harvey's somewhat identical
pale skin, smooth toned shape with a tasting looking trail of hair leading
into his boxers. 7-5 Mason.

Race 13 - Toad Harbour: Harvey led the way with Mason chasing hard. The
Leicester winger took the final shortcut to seal his victory when a
strategically placed banana sent him into a spin allowing Mason to scoot by
and take the victory. "Winner, winner, Harvey dinner." Mason cheered,
throwing his hands up into the air and licking his lips while shooting
Harvey's arse a deliberate glance. 8-5 Mason.

"Jammy git." Harvey grumbled, tossing his controller aside and standing in
front of Mason. The Leicester winger knew the drill, standing at about
45°, slowly he reached under his waistband and pushing the fabric
down with his thumbs, Harvey bent down as he descended, reaching all the
way down to his toes. Mason took the opportunity during a pause to glance
over to Harvey's arse which he could only see the top of but that was
enough for now. Harvey then stepped out of his navy-blue boxers and
returned slowly to stand up straight with his hands on his hips.

"Ok bitch, get to work." Mason teased. Harvey rolled his blue eyes with a
bemused smirk as he lowered himself to kneel between Mason's muscular,
fuzzy legs. The Chelsea midfielder watched the Lancastrian's beefy, smooth
thigh muscles thicken as they lowered him to the ground. The Leicester
winger looked stunning as he unpackaged then took hold of Mason's cock and
stroked it across his handsome face. Looking straight up at Mason, Harvey
hit himself across the lips a couple of times with the Chelsea midfielder's
hardening cock. "Oooh." Mason groaned, turned on by Harvey's show of
submission.

Stroking his face with Mason's hard member, Harvey enjoyed the feeling of
the Pompey lad's impressive, uncut 7-inch cock against his smooth skin. The
Lancastrian took the opportunity to place his nose into Mason's neat bush
of dark brown pubes. The Chelsea star smelt as fresh as he looked with his
adorable and inoffensive facial features. After taking a decent whiff of
Mason's scent, Harvey travelled to the tip of the Pompey lad's pole and
treated himself by rolling Mason's head around his lips. The Chelsea star's
shaft throbbed with anticipation, Harvey's slow and deliberate teasing
taking Mason from semi stiff to full mast before he finally swallowed the
head.

Not to be rushed, Harvey waited at Mason's tip slowly circling the Chelsea
star's head with his tongue exploring Mason's loose foreskin and tickling
the entrance to stimulate the Pompey lad's pink head. Mason cooed
incessantly, his furry nuts beginning to churn with building excitement
throughout Harvey's little pre-show. Finally in one complete movement, the
Leicester winger descended Mason's shaft swallowing the Pompey lad's entire
cock to an audible growl of appreciation.

Not only did Harvey enjoy the taste of Mason's throbbing meat, but the view
was also to die for. The Northern lad looked up as he sucked, his blue eyes
studying the Chelsea star's body and he smiled. Mason had noticeably beefed
up, last time the Leicester City winger had this view Mason was a cute,
skinny twig of a lad. Now, the Southerner's chest had some extra bulk, his
smooth, shaven chest played host to two nice, meaty pecs, both of which
were padded by his increased muscle mass. Every so often, Harvey's eyes
would continue past Mason's smooth neck and glanced into those warm, loving
brown eyes, the lad was perfection.

Harvey's lips were insanely good at their job. Mason sat back and watched
them moving freely, the Northern lad's cute face glancing up at him every
few reps after dipping his long nose into Mason's curly bush of pubes. An
audible inhale came from Harvey's nostrils as he sank to the base of
Mason's cock, clearly taking advantage of the opportunity to inhale the
Chelsea star's arousing scent. Mase knew he was a tad musty, just how
Harvey liked it. The Chelsea star rested his hand on the smooth skin
between Harvey's shoulder blades and stroked. Gyrating slowly and
southernly, Mason stretched down as far as he could before tapping Harvey
suggestively. The Leicester winger popped off Mason's cock and stood up
straight then laying down in the opposite direction, Harvey presented Mason
with his semi hard 7-inch uncut cock while returning to the Pompey lad's
addictive boner.

Quickly the room became filled with the sound of slurping as both
footballers bobbed along each other's cock. The experience of both players
shone through with their ability to get straight to it. Sliding from tip to
base, both Harvey and Mason were able to deepthroat each other
effortlessly. The young stars mirrored each other holding their cocks at
the base and running their lips from north to south with firm suction.

While Harvey had previously sucked on Mason's cock, the Chelsea star showed
his excitement at finally getting hold of the northern lad's boner. Rolling
to the tip and playing with it using his lips and tongue, Mason indulged in
a little teasing causing Harvey's shaft to stiffen before he slid back down
to the base. The Pompey lad used Harvey's cock to scrape the inside of his
mouth, teasing the Leicester winger a little more skin. Egging Mason on was
the technique of Harvey on his own hard pole. The young Lancastrian matched
Mason's depth, swallowing all 7-inches of the Chelsea player's throbbing
cock.

Harvey on the other hand was feeling a little more exploratory with his
hands. The Leicester winger used his left hand two-stroke Mason's tight,
furry balls while his right hand stroked the Chelsea stud's thigh, feeling
the muscle that would soon be throwing the sexy young scally into his tight
arse. Mason's thigh felt so good beneath his fingers with a nice covering
of brown hairs leading up towards his neat pubes where Harvey stroked the
Chelsea star's hairy balls. Mason's nuts felt nice and full, bringing a
happy smile from Harvey who couldn't wait to release their contents. The
Leicester winger gently massaged him with his fingertips triggering more
light groans of pleasure from the busy Chelsea boy.

Mason used Harvey's loving fingers as his catalyst to begin his own
exploration of Harvey's body. The Pompey lad caressed Harvey's hip then
moved his hands between the Lancastrian's legs, spreading them nice and
wide so he could massage those firm, round buttocks. Mason's brown eyes
peered through the gap between Harvey's pale muscular legs and studied the
perfect form of Leicester winger's buttocks. The Chelsea star's cock
thickened between Harvey's travelling lips and he already knew he had had
enough of sucking. Mason retained Harvey's cock within his mouth for a few
seconds longer, bobbing a couple more times to enjoy this feeling before
moving onto the next event.

Selfishly Mason jumped out of the 69 and made his way over to a cabinet,
opening a drawer. Harvey rolled from his side onto his back watching Mason
as he moved and smiling when the Pompey lad turned towards him holding a
bottle of lube. Returning, Mason mounted the couch and slipped himself
between the Leicester winger's spread legs. Popping the cap and covering
his fingers with a large drop of lube the Chelsea midfielder applied it to
Harvey's deliciously tight looking hole. Harvey cooed softly as the cool
liquid moistened his skin. The Lancastrian watched excitedly as Mason then
applied a nice helping from lube to his hard shaft.

Mason shuffled closer to Harvey until his thighs rested against the
bottom's hamstrings, then guiding his cock towards Harvey's ring, the top
moved forward slowly penetrating his sexy mate. "Ahhhh." Harvey moaned,
flaring his nostrils as Mason's cock began to sink into his quivering
body. "You love it." Mason beamed, confident in the knowledge that he was
right. The sexy bottom could only offer a concessionary smile tinged with a
touch of pain in his eyes as Mason's shaft progressed deeper into his
tunnel.

Once Mason had breached Harvey's ring, the young top rocked back and forth
gently allowing Harvey's hole to dictate how far he could go with each
swing. One thing the Chelsea midfielder had in his favour was his disarming
charm, which comforted Harvey while Mason's cock edged further into the
northerner's hole. Harvey's eyes studied Mason's cheeky smile with those
adorable dimples as the top's cock advanced an extra quarter of an inch per
swing. "Meany." Harvey sneered playfully, resigned to his arousing forfeit.

Reading between the lines of Harvey's banter, Mason guessed the bottom
wanted a bit more affection during this time of painful
stretching. Shifting his bodyweight forward slightly, Mason raised the
Leicester City winger's arse allowing them to embrace in a gentle kiss
while simultaneously exposing a little more hole he could bury his cock
into later. Throwing his arms around Mason's neck, Harvey accepted the
Pompey lad's kiss gratefully, moaning into Mason's mouth as the top moved
past 4 inches deep.

Mason's kissing made the tightening of their union easier and with a few
more strokes the Chelsea star had passed 6 inches, releasing his cock to
let his hips do the rest of the work. "Fuck Mase!" Harvey groaned,
stretching up with his legs in an attempt to settle them on Mason's
shoulders. The top caught Harvey's flailing legs and resting them upon his
slim shoulders, Mason returned his concentration to the Lancastrian's tight
hole.

Harvey began to sigh with every swing of Mason's crotch. The top pulled his
cock back at least 4 inches each time he reversed before sliding back into
the Leicester winger's warm belly. Harvey released the Pompey lad's neck
and taking hold of Mason's firm arse cheeks, the bottom pulled Mason into
him. "See, you love my posh dick." Mason grinned, feeling Harvey pulled his
crotch all the way into his muscular arse cheeks, the Lancastrian replied
with a smile wiggling his tongue suggestively.

Placing his hands either side of Harvey's head, Mason began to drive nice
and hard as Harvey's hands were begging him to. Now they were past the
initial phase of union things could really begin to heat up which came with
the sound of Mason's crotch slapping into the bottom's arse with every
shot. The Chelsea star's knees held him steady as he moved up through the
gears, fucking Harvey's belly with deep shots that increased in both speed
and volume. Harvey's tight hole felt so good that Mason could only pull
back for a second before his balls demanded to be slammed back into the
sexy bottom's amazing cunt. Mason's neat crotch slapped against the
Lancastrian's arse filling him with every inch of the Pompey lad's 7-inch
boner causing them both to moan with pleasure.

"Yeah, Masey boy." Harvey sighed, resisting the urge to touch his own
throbbing 7-incher which lay against his smooth 6-pac. Instead, the bottom
kept his eyes fixed on Mason's adorable face just enjoying the beauty of
the sexy lad filling his sensitive hole. The Chelsea star's cock was as
perfect as he was, curving perfectly up into Harvey's prostate and stroking
it with every thrust of that skinny yet muscular body of his. "Bury that
thing in me." Harvey moaned. Mason grinned at Harvey's dirty talk, burying
his cock deep into the groaning bottom's belly just as he'd requested.

Mason shifted his body weight slightly, nudging Harvey's head for the
bottom to lift it then hooked his arm in behind the Lancastrian's
neck. After Harvey had rested his head on Mason's forearm, the top used his
left hand to hold Harvey's right ankle and tilt the bottom a little higher
giving him even more leverage to thrust down into Harvey's solid, sexy
body. "Uhh fuck." Harvey grunted as the slap of Mason's crotch against his
arse increased in volume as the top resumed pounding his hole.

The feeling of Harvey's tight hole swallowing his hard cock as it jabbed
its way deep inside the bottom sent tingles through Mason's entire
body. The top had found himself rocking further forward onto his toes as he
pounded away at Harvey's arse. Squeezing Harvey's ankle, Mason felt in full
control spearing as hard as he could into the sexy northerner who egged him
in by begging for more and more. Electricity coursed its way through both
lads, goosebumps appearing along their arms as Mason's balls rammed into
the bottom's muscular arse. "Oh God." Mason sighed, feeling he probably
wasn't too far away from shooting if this continued. Ramming his cock into
the Leicester city winger a few more times, Mason helped himself to another
firm kiss before slamming himself to the hilt and staying there for several
seconds. Both lads were panting heavily, the warmth of their bodies
creating their own microclimate which covered them in a nice sheen of
sweet. "Right, your turn now." Mason smiled.

Slowly Mason withdrew his cock with a pop as it came free of the
Lancastrian's ring. The pair didn't change positions, but grabbing the lube
Mason handed it over to Harvey who served them both a modest
helping. Harvey slathered his pole in a thin coat of shiny lube while Mason
smeared his ring in a light glazing then climbing up to place his legs on
either side of Harvey's hips, the Chelsea star lowered himself down. Harvey
held the base of his cock while Mason held the top of Harvey's 7-inch cock
and lining his arse up perfectly, Mason's ring landed on Harvey's tip.

Harvey watched as Mason closed his eyes, counted to three and then, UGH!
The sexy Pompey lad squeezed himself down onto Harvey's cock, instantly
splitting his ring and advancing south, 3 inches, 4 inches, 5 INCHES, 6
INCHES and came to rest on Harvey's crotch with the Leicester winger 7
inches deep inside him. "Holy fuck!" Harvey gasped. "You love it." Mason
grinned proudly. "Yeah bitch, ride it!" Harvey laughed. Mason did exactly
as he was told, moving slowly and carefully he pulled himself along
Harvey's sword, rising so far up Harvey could just about see his head
before the scally bottom sank back down again until he sat on Harvey's
stomach.

Being the tease he was, Mason reached an arm up into the air knowing
Harvey's eyes would be drawn to the light clusters of hairs under his
armpits. Keeping himself steady with his right hand as he bounced up and
down, the Chelsea star turned towards his armpit and gave it a long hard
sniff. "Hmmm, turning musty." He beamed down at Harvey who grinned back at
him whilst keeping the bottom's bouncing boner in his peripheral
vision. "You dirty little boy." Harvey grinned happily. "Wanna taste?"
Mason chuckled. "You know it!" Harvey nodded enthusiastically.

Mason continued to bounce but following Harvey's admission that he wanted
to sniff the Chelsea star's armpits, the bottom leaned forward as he
bounced to offer Harvey his pits. Throwing his arms around Mason's slender
upper body and pulling the Pompey lad towards him, Harvey increased their
skin-on-skin contact while diving for Mason's left armpit. Using his large
nostrils, the Leicester winger took a long, deep draught of Mason's body
odour and cooed hungrily as his cock throbbed hard in agreement. The top's
nostrils were filled with Mason's dank laddish smell, trapped within those
curly brown hairs was a fresh wave of clammy sweat which would only
increase in strength and potency the longer they fucked.

Harvey's focus on Mason's pits were only a distraction for the horny
Northern lad. Mason remained fully committed to the task in hand, sliding
his body up and down Harvey's shaft with increasing aggression in a bid to
satisfy both of their throbbing cocks. The only sound louder than Harvey's
moaning after inhaling the Chelsea stud's odour was the sound of Mason's
arse crashing down into the top's lap as the animal in the pair of them
began to show itself. Closing his eyes, Mason zoned in on that pleasurable
feeling that was Harvey's cock sliding 7 inches deep inside him, stroking
his prostate while the top's hands held his sweaty sides tight against his
own body. The way everything was right now felt perfect, some of the
hottest sex he had ever had, and his bouncing cock agreed vehemently until
with one extra aggressive push, Harvey sent him so far up, the Chelsea lad
popped off the Northerner's cock.

Shuffling out from under Mason and moving into a new position, Harvey leant
against the armrest presenting his arse to the Pompey lad. Mason jumped in
behind the Lancastrian and stroking his hard cock he lined himself up with
Harvey's hole. Harvey didn't need to do anything, with his arsehole already
stretched nice and wide, Mason's pointed head caused instant penetration as
it revisited the Leicester winger's hole. Mason pushed straight in and up
to the hilt causing a groan from the bottom. Pulling Harvey around by his
forehead, Mason turned Harvey for a firm kiss until his crotch came to rest
against Harvey's meaty cheeks. The kiss lasted for a few seconds while the
northerner became re-accustomed to Mason's shaft then with another firm
jerk of Harvey's head, Mason repositioned Harvey's face under his left
armpit.

Harvey took in a long deep draught of Mason's sweaty funk through his wide
nostrils. "You smelly southern bastard." Harvey hissed, immersed in the
pure ecstasy of his current situation. Mason replied by throwing his hips
forward even harder, making sure to apply so much weight that it was
Harvey's hand pressing against the armrest that actually stopped them
falling forward. The bottom wanted to beg Mason for more, tell him that was
the spot but even more importantly, he wanted another sniff of those neat
pits. The sexy little poster boy for the Sure TV adverts, this was a
deodorant free zone and Harvey loved it. Mason's perfect cock slammed 7
inches into his tender belly, the force of which knocked a few droplets of
sweat loose from Harvey's nostrils to hoover up. The whole ordeal felt so
good Harvey didn't even bother to jerk his own cock. The Leicester winger
could his solid boner bobbing aggressively with the weight of Mason's
pounding, throbbing intermittently, particularly on the many occasions the
Pompey lad's head drove hard into his sphincter. Drinking in the aroma of
Mason's body and feeling the boy's perfect cock stimulating his sensitive
insides, Harvey knew any touch would probably be the end.

There was no way Mason could keep up with the amount of power and
aggression. Even though the athletic lad was a top sportsman it wasn't the
fitness that was at question. Harvey's tight chute was perfect for the
pressure around the top's cock but also for the Northern lad's ability to
take a pounding. To Mason, it felt as though the harder he threw his skinny
hips into Harvey's peachy butt, the bottom inhaled longer and harder, his
way of asking for more. Proud of his abilities between the sheets Mason was
more than willing to comply, but every time he pressed his solid shaft in
until his crotch thumped Harvey's globes, his bare head felt the pressure
of Harvey's sphincter stroke his head. The Chelsea lad's body was beginning
to tingle, he could only afford a few more shots and he knew
it. "Ok...your...turn.!" Mason grunted, slowing right down and thrusting
from tip to crotch into Harvey's arse using the words as emphasis and
pulling out after the last word.

"Fuck I'm gaping!!!" Harvey grinned, rubbing his right buttock and standing
up off the couch. [Where next?] They thought simultaneously. Harvey gripped
Mason by his bicep, tossing the cute Chelsea lad towards the floor front
first. Mason allowed his body to follow Harvey's suggested intention and
found himself on all fours for the briefest second. The Chelsea lad barely
had time to settle on his hands and knees before Harvey had dropped his
body weight on top of him. The Leicester winger made sure Mason's legs were
nice and wide then spread his own a little wider. Mason then felt the
pressure of Harvey's hand pushing his head down towards the warm, but
wooden floor, [Fuck, this is gonna give me a splitting headache!] Mason
laughed to himself. "Ahhhhh." Mason wailed as Harvey's top pierced his hole
once again and slid with incredible ease straight to its deepest point for
the second time today. Before he resumed fucking the little Chelsea boy
though, there was one more thing. Harvey contorted Mason's body so that the
bottom's back curved up in a sideways S shape, presenting him with Mason's
perfect little arse and allowing him to lean across and feed the bottom his
pits the same way Mason had before.

There was no need to ease up through the gears and Harvey knew it. Mason's
hole was already open for business and the Leicester winger took full
advantage smashing every ounce of his body weight against the bottom's
hole. "Oooooh, fuckin' `ell `arveyyyyy." Mase whined into the top's sweaty
armpit. Tightening his grip with his bicep and clenching his arse cheeks
together, Harvey pounded as hard as his bottom would let him, slamming bone
shattering ricochets into Mason's firm buttocks.

Loud squelches echoed around the room as Harvey's sweaty crotch crashed
into Mason's sweaty arse cheeks. Inhaling another long whiff of the
northern lad's sweaty pits, Mason felt his cock throb angrily, demanding he
stroke himself. The problem for Mason was his boner was already so hard
that he knew that he'd explode within a couple of strokes, no, he had to
wait for Harvey, but the horny top was fucking him so deep he wanted to
scream. The shots were so hard and deep, Mason could feel the weight of
Harvey's heavy nuts crushing themselves against his sweet arse cheeks.

Relentlessly, Harvey threw his lower body back and forth driving his spear
deep and hard into Mason's arousingly tight little cunt. The Chelsea star
scrunched his toes as tightly as he could, groaning hard to the pleasure of
Harvey's bare cock strumming his insides. Below him, the Chelsea star's
7-inch cock stood harder than at any point so far today, stiffened by the
pace, power and perspiration of the sexy top.

"I gotta cummm." Mason whined, unable to resist the urge any longer. Harvey
grunted in relief, hammering his crotch into Mason rapidly another half
dozen times before pulling out and taking hold of his hard cock. The bottom
rolled onto his back to look up at Harvey's sexy body, the pair of them
hammering frantically on their aching boners. Each had the sight of the
other athletic lad covered in a thick coat of sweat and the muscles tensed
in their arms and abs as their orgasms prepared themselves to erupt in a
violent explosion of animal passion.

The final race was over with the pair booming and moaning wails of
passionate ecstasy while their sweaty balls erupted. The sensation was
simultaneous, both young studs feeling their nuts tighten and with it their
balls spasming, sucking their nuts into their warm, sweaty bodies.

Thundering up their hard cocks, cum fired high and hard accompanied by deep
grunts of passion as their cum flew so far it missed Mason's body
altogether. The floor behind Mason's head splattered with their initial
shots, a trio each firing around 4 feet (1.2m) in distance as they groaned
wildly.

Following their initial explosion, the pair continued to shoot but their
range decreased. The Chelsea midfielder's torso quickly became covered from
neck to belly button with small drops of pearly white cum while the pair
continued to jerk furiously. Harvey felt the pressure shoot through his
spine sending his body forward meaning that his left hand now had to
support his weight while his right continued to stroke his throbbing
pole. Mason's eyes took another scan of Harvey's exposed armpit and
grunted, "So sexy." He murmured to himself, squirting another load of his
juice across his pale, tattooed torso. "Ughh." Harvey responded, unable to
make his response coherent as another blast of his seed rained across
Mason's sexy torso.

Now that the Chelsea star's stomach seemed to be the host for the current
wave of cum, Mason looked down to study the Lancastrian's body one last
time. The smooth skin around Harvey's bulging muscles had a beautiful glow
enticing a final blast of pleasure from the young Chelsea stud, covering
his smooth, sweaty, sticky stomach. Harvey too took the opportunity to scan
Mason's body one last time, his eyes witnessing Mason's final shot as it
splattered across his toned frame, trickling down over the Champions Cup
tattoo on Mason's smooth side.

The young studs remained in position, Harvey's naked body casting a
silhouette over Mason's cum soaked frame. Breathing heavily, they surveyed
each other proud of their afternoon's work. Mason reached up with both
hands and pulled Harvey down towards him. The Leicester winger took a
second to react but on the second tug allowed his body to sink down onto
Mason's cum sodden torso. Two hot, sweaty, naked footballer bodies lay
together sharing their heat and their accelerated heart rates. Kissing the
side of Harvey's head, Mason showed the Northern lad a little extra
affection. Harvey was next, turning his head to face the Chelsea star and
kissing him on his cute, dimpled cheek.

"Made a right mess, didn't we?" Harvey smirked, looking up at the mess on
the floor above Mason's head. "Yeah, I'm blaming you for being such a
filthy bitch." Mason sniggered. "Says you and those big nostrils of yours,
love my sweaty pits don't you." Harvey teased. "Ha, my big nostrils, what
about yours, you nearly sucked my sweaty arm hairs off!" Mason cried,
stroking Harvey's side. "Yeah, I fecking love it!" Harvey admitted
proudly. Mason couldn't fault the Leicester winger; he too loved the stank
and his only response was to stretch up and place a tender kiss on Harvey's
lips. The sexy pair remained together, enjoying the warmth of each other's
naked bodies while their cum and sweat dried across their smooth skin
hugging the evening away.

END

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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.

Gymnastics Fantastics 1, 2, Celtic Bond & Coach Crammer

Ripped Roses, Jack's Web & Naughty Neigbours.

Raging Scott, Swim Team, HRVY PTY & Swimnasium.

Vamp-ing, Vamp-ing 2, Strictly Come Vamp-ing, One Direction to Dunkirk &
Deep Dipping in Dunkirk,

Stranger Boys:
Stranger Mendes, Oral Things & Someone Stranger in the Fuller House

Welcome to Beckingham Palace & HRVY-RM-TRLGY

No Dunes in Miami, Just Devil 86

North American Swedes & Fly Eagles Fly

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England Cricket Boys, From Rapid to Star, Scorcher from the Caribbean,
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Scrum Down, Clash of the Centres, Henry Gets Some Bone, Maro, Becoming the
Dragon & Thudding Ford.

Tennis series:

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Bulgarian, Winner Takes All, Tennis' Masochistic Maple Leafs, Made in
Russia, Revenge is Sweet, Austria v Germany in Chelsea, Sleeping Meadows &
Team Building in Melbourne Park.

Football series:

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Gunners, Bad Boys Gone Naughty, Confident Canary, Lilywhite Hoops, From
Paris with Love, Lion Cubs, Behind Blue Doors, The Fifteen-Legged Dragon,
The Hero and the Zero, When Harry Met Trent, Austria v Germany in Chelsea,
The Trials of Romeo Beckham, Anything but Swish, Swish, Phil-ed by a
Villain, The Warm Up, Return to the Wolfpack, Jadon gets his Phil, A
Norwich Tale, The Tails of Two Nike Stars, Operation: Harvey's Boxers &
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F1 Series:

F1 World & Life in Monaco, Magic Monza & Magical Monza, Marina Bay, Surrey
Holiday, The Home of British Motorsport, The Champ is Here, Samba in Sao
Paulo, You're Fired, The Apprentice's Apprentice, L'Accademia, McLaren's
Days of Future Past, The Enemy Within & Bonus Night

Ice Hockey Series:

On Ice, On Ice Mighty Ducks, Buffalo Bound, Power Surge, Canadian Countdown
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Formula Football Series:
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