Date: Sat, 30 Oct 2021 21:21:08 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Romeo

HOLA PEEPS!

Your boy Ryan is back with another story, because he was bored on a
Saturday afternoon LOL.

Oh, and he MIGHT, just MIGHT have been having a good old wank about the one
and only Romeo Beckham in his soccer uniform that inspired him to write
this story...

As always if ya'll wanna get in touch, my email is liciousryan@gmail.com

Please enjoy xx
Stay safe,
Ryan


ROMEO
CHAPTER ONE

"He shoots, he scores...GOAL!!!"

Kyle Mason stood tall, his chest bulking with pride, as his second goal of
the afternoon went into the back of the net, with the late afternoon Miami
sunshine literally baking on all those reserve players out there earning
their moment for Ford Lauderdale's second-string soccer team.

Kyle, the vice-captain, ran over towards his best buddy on the team, which
was midfielder, Jack Reacher, and hugged him tightly in sheer
celebration. Only himself and Jack the knew the true identity of their
friendship, the true meaning of two young twenty-year-old teenagers holding
each other tightly, in anywhere apart from a football team.

Yeah, things were a little different nowadays for gay sportsmen, but
unfortunately not a lot of soccer players had the guts still to come out as
tragically living in fear of what might happen when they play for their
respective teams, if they did so. There was not only the fans and their
hatred and reactions and name calling to worry about but also whether or
not your own teammates would allow and understand these kinds of stuff in
the locker room.

Kyle couldn't think of one of their team mates who would be 100%
comfortable in having a fellow teammate who happened to be gay, and also be
ready to undress before them. Like it or not, said gay soccer player's eyes
ARE going to dwindle, especially downwards, they simple couldn't help it.

As Ford Lauderdale B went 2-0 up and the match ended several minutes after,
it was Jack who ecstatically hoisted Kyle on onto his shoulders as the few
supporters who made the trip to watch the game applauded them off the
field. Once back inside the locker room, there was all kinds of festivities
and celebrations going on until the coach entered and thundered them quiet
with his strict demeanor and total authority.

"Good game, guys, fantastic second half, especially Jack and Kyle, that
assist was LIT! Okay, so what I didn't tell you, was that the coach of the
first team, was there this afternoon. The reason I didn't wanna tell you
was because I know you, there was no reason you would have won so
convincingly if you knew you were being monitored for the first
team. So...Jack and Kyle...you will be in the matchday team line up for the
next first team game!"

For the following few minutes there was insane congratulations passed down,
beer was poured and thrown over their heads, and just everything you would
expect from those who played the beautiful game, who wanted to be happy for
their teammates. This is what both had worked for so hard, this is what
they both wanted, craved even.

Little did Kyle Mason know, that on that very same Ford Lauderdale First
Team, he would meet someone who would change his life...forever.



**



"Yeah baby...oh God, yes..."

Kyle stretched out his lanky, tall body as he opened his legs even wider,
so that Jack had even more access to his decent sized seven-inch soccer
player cock.

Jack's cheeks were stuffed with pure meaty protein as he tried his best to
gobble up his best buddy's dick with everything he could muster. Between
the two of them, they had an understanding. When there wasn't anyone else
available, this was what they did. Satisfy the other, as a feeling of
mutual desire, friendship and respect.

Because for the love of God... no one on that team, and especially the
first-string team, could know about all of this.

Jack slurped the dick before him, which he felt was getting harder and
harder by the mere second. Kyle closed his eyes and gently grabbed jack's
hair to guide him up and down that familiar path of pleasuring his
twenty-year-old fuck stick. He could feel EVERY FUCKING touch of Jack's
soft lips on his hard flesh and drove that cock into the latter's mouth
ever further, still careful not to choke the guy he had so much brotherly
love and camaraderie for.

"Suck my balls, dude..."

Jack smiled as he let go of his buddy's dick with a loud POP before
scooting down and started nibbling on Kyle's babymakers. With his free hand
he reached up and touched, caressed, damn well near worshipped Kyle's six
pack abs that was displayed before him, feeling every ridge, every nook and
cranny and getting harder by the second himself, in having those hard
stomach muscles underneath his fingertips.

Kyle hissed as Jack devoured his balls one by one, first giving the left
nut the fucking five-star treatment, it so thoroughly deserved, followed,
by gobbling the right and swirling his tongue to get the absolute texture
and flavour straight onto his excited tastebuds. Kyle was going ballistic
above him, because if you had ever had your own balls sucked by another
man...there was no way he could last much longer.

`Gonna cum bro..." Kyle hissed to Jack as his breath was coming faster and
faster, his chest heaved with sheer anticipation and his sweaty hair fell
over his eyes as his tried to hold out as long as he possibly could, but
Jack was simply way too good at this.

Too skilled. Too fucking experienced. Kyle yelped as he felt his cock being
encircled by Jack's free hand, with the other still gripping his desperate
balls and his mouth still taking turns sucking on Mario and Luigi down
there.

"Gonna cum...gonna cum all fucking over you..." Kyle murmured as he arched
his tall body from the bed and volleyed GLOBS and GLOBS of virile soccer
star sperm right into the fast-gripping gullet that belonged to Jack, who
was JUST in time making it to taste the thick, slimy goodness that simply
POURED from Kyle's red, wet seven incher.

The taste was almost like almond milk, only much, much more potent and
Jack's eyes glimmered as his buddy's cum was savored and swirled around in
his mouth before swallowing down as much as he fucking could. Jack finally
lifted his mouth from Kyle's dick, quickly reacting to catch a few wayward
droplets that had gotten away from him.

With the leaky, fast cooling substance on his fingers, he looked straight
at Kyle before devouring that as well, the taste of his cum...man, Jack was
addicted as hell. And who could blame him...Kyle Mason was the sexiest
player on the second-string Ford Lauderdale team and he more than knew
it. Any person, male or female, would be lucky if they would swallow and
taste tasty Kyle's babymakers.

Kyle, tiredly and gently, laid down on his bed, his cock still on red alert
and still dripping some watery residue, when he felt his buddy lay down
next to him, his mouth still somewhat glimmering with the remains of Kyle's
sperm.

"You excited to finally play in that first team, boy?" Jack asked, ever so
casually lighting up a cigarette whilst doing so.

"Fuck yeah. Haven't worked this hard to stay in the damn reserves all my
life. We deserve it, man. Yeah, this could be the start of something
good. First Ford Lauderdale then Inter Miami and then fucking playing for
the States. Work hard and it will happen. Life is good, buddy."

Jack grabbed his phone and went to town for a few moments whilst Kyle put
his boxers back on. He and Jack shared this apartment as it was pretty
close to the training ground as well as the Inter Miami stadium, which was
the parent club of Ford Lauderdale Football association.

After a while he realized that it had been a few minutes since Jack had
said anything, which was something that didn't happen very often. Low and
behold, Jack was still on his phone as he finished getting fully dressed.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked as he ran a hand through his sparkling clean
blond hair.

Jack lifted his finger upwards, signaling to Kyle for wait a minute, before
he sat up, his eyes wild as saucers.

"Dude...do you realize who plays for the Ford Lauderdale first team? Do you
actually have any idea?"

Kyle sniffed and sprayed some Axe on his torso, underneath his shirt.

"Who? David Beckham, perhaps?" he snickered, before sitting down next to
Jack with his arm around his buddy's shoulder.

"God no...but his son does...Jesus..."

Kyle frowned and took the phone from Jack. He looked closely at the lineup
of the previous FL team that played a match that past weekend. His eyes lit
up as he saw the name of Romeo Beckham, who started on the substitutes
bench and was brought into the game at half time.

Of course. Romeo Beckham. Whose daddy just so conveniently co-owned the
Inter Miami franchise.

Well, this was brilliant. Just swell.

Himself, Kyle Fucking Mason, had to work his damn ass off to make it into
the FL first team but because this punk was David Beckham's son, he got a
free pass?? What the fuck? Kyle shook his head and passed the phone back to
his friend.

"Fucking millionaire brat..." he murmured before standing up, with his
balled-up hands burrowing inside his pockets.

"Correction, dude. Billionaires, more like it. His dad is fucking loaded
and oh my god, I'd still bend over for his Daddy David cock, I swear. But I
didn't realize how hot his son was. Did you see this?"

Kyle scoffed in irritation.

"Always thought his son was a photographer," he murmured, still pissed
about what he had just find out.

"That's Brooklyn Beckham, the oldest one. I'm talking Romeo Beckham,
bro. Holy shit, he's so fucking hot, I'd swear I'll cum just while saying
his name..."

Jack googled Romeo Beckham and as several pictures of the lad made their
way onto the phones screen, he offered it to Kyle, who showed his best
friend the finger in sheer utter disgust.

"Hey, what did I do?" Jack asked, in total confusion.

Kyle gritted his teeth and took the phone from his bestie. He looked down
and saw the numerous pictures of the well-known middle Beckham boy.

A little tremor dashed through his heart and his chest as his eyes flashed
over the pictures. Little brat...unfortunately he was a sexy little
brat...one of the most beautiful boys Kyle Mason had ever...EVER seen as a
matter of fact...he shook his head and stared back at Jack.

"I'll say it again. You realize that we had to work out asses off just to
get any sort of recognition and this little cocky English twink gets his
opportunity way before us just because his daddy is David Beckham? Are you
fucking kidding me?"

Jack swallowed and stood up, gently placing his hand on Kyle's shoulder. He
has known his teammate and best friend for about five years now since they
had started together at the FL academy...and he knew when Kyle was joking
and when he was serious...and times like right now...when he was upset as
hell.

"Kyle, brother, we're gonna be on the same team as him. We're gonna have to
train with Romeo Beckham...and Jesus Christ...see him naked in the showers
after...DUDE! Are you kidding me? Who cares who he is? Look at him! He's
sexy as hell!"

Kyle shook his head and walked to the window. His body felt like it was
moving on its own.

"What has that gotta do with...Doesn't matter, Jack. He's in that team
because he's a Beckham. Nothing more. I'd give my balls to say I bet the
brat hasn't even got half the talent we have put together and yet we had to
wait for some miracle to happen and Beckham Junior gets a free ride? HELL
NO!"

Jack sat back down and rolled his eyes. He stared back at his phone. Romeo
Beckham...almost the exact same age as them...same team as them...sharing
the same shower and locker room as them...

His cock was hard, as hard could be. This boy was so beautiful, he actually
made Jack's teeth hurt.

Licking his lips and his heart beating more than super-fast, he wondered
how the twink would look like all sweaty and dirty after an afternoon out
there on the pitch...



**



"Jack, I'm open! Jack, over here!"

Jack miraculously, with several opposing players around him, managed to
pass Kyle the ball at the last minute, taking a tumble for his
trouble. Kyle swanked, swayed away from his opponents and on sheer
adrenaline, he dribbled past three of Ford Lauderdale's defenders before
encircling the last defender and shooting it across to the opposite side of
the goalkeeper.

FUCK! What a save. Jesus. That was almost in.

Kyle closed his eyes and sighed. It was only a training session, but he
wanted, desperately wanted to make a good impression on the coaches and
management if he could. Afterall, his last name wasn't fucking Beckham.

Jack assisted another goal for one of Kyle's fellow strikers before the
coaches signaled that there were changes to be made to the playing squad on
the pitch.

"Reacher, off, Beckham, you're on!"

Kyle wiped the sweat from his brow.

Wait, what?

He was fully expecting to be withdrawn...never Jack, who had an excellent
game...and his eyes narrowed as he saw his bestie was trying his best to
ignore the...well, let's be brutally honest, the very, very handsome
nineteen-year-old lad who was patiently standing on the touchline ready to
replace him on the pitch.

Jack shook hands with Romeo Beckham and Kyle turned away. No doubt Jack
won't be washing that hand in a long, long time and jack off with it later
on tonight. Jesus.

Romeo jogged onto the pitch shouting orders to several players that the
coaching staff must have told him to pass on. Kyle gritted his
teeth. Little rich ass twink fucker. He would admit, reluctantly, that the
boy was incredibly handsome, even girl like almost, but he was very much a
boy, as the more than decent bulge inside his soccer shorts revealed as he
jogged to the opposite side of the pitch.

Growing up, and rewatching old videos of Romeo's dad David Beckham playing
the beautiful game, the number of times that Kyle had masturbated to the
shirtless image of that man...he shook his head and tried his best to focus
on the game.

Now that Jack was on the bench, it was Romeo's job as a midfielder, to
supply him the passes in order to score a goal, so he had to be alert as
fuck.

After about ten, eleven minutes out there, Romeo suddenly used his
incredible speed, and played an absolute belter of a pass to an already
forward running Kyle and the latter grabbed the one chance he had been
waiting for the whole training session.

Romeo played a blinder and as the ball reached Kyle, all he had to do is
tap it into the empty net as the goalkeeper was caught COMPLETELY off-guard
in the sudden gameplay. Jack could be seen shouting in celebration as he
supported his buddy, and as Kyle gave him a thumbs up in return, he saw
that Romeo was RIGHT in front of him.

"Wicked, mate! Great goal!" he said, in his typical cockney British accent,
before holding out his hand in a fist bump.

Kyle was in two minds, suddenly and unexpectedly. If this was any of his
other teammates...but this was Romeo Beckham. The boy who supposedly had
things too easy, because his dad was the owner of Inter Miami. The boy who
had everything he ever wanted on a seemingly silver fucking platter. The
boy who was so God damn beautiful that it almost felt illegal to look at
him...

Kyle bit his bottom lip and returned Romeo's fist bump before turning
around and getting on with things. His heart was beating faster than that
of a hamster, he felt, my god, this was insane. No way was he attracted to
Romeo Beckham. Not even in the slightest. Nah uh.

Get those thought the hell outta your head RIGHT now.

No way. No way, no how.



**



Kyle removed his shirt so that his sweaty, glimmering six pack was shown to
the humidity of the locker room as the training session was finally over.

In the end, the coaches chose to keep him on the pitch for the entire
duration on the game and holy shit, did they grill his ass. It felt like he
had just played Extra Time in the damn Champions League final, he was so
incredibly tired. He spotted Jack talking to...guess who...in the corner of
the room and he immediately turned away from them.

The quicker he got out of here, the better. This afternoon has been a weird
one. To say the very least.

Naked as the day he was born, Kyle Mason had undressed and stood underneath
the hot showers and he already felt a million times better. He washed his
ass and as always, grinned as he realized none of his new teammates had any
idea how much he loved to get fucked...well, apart from Jack, but since it
was him doing the actual fucking, he didn't count.

Numerous others joined him under the showers and congratulated him on a
fantastic first training session with the FL first team. Kyle wanted to
beam and shout his happiness to the world, but he knew this was soccer,
this was America...he had to remain as straight acting as humanly possible
if he wanted to make a career out of sport in any shape or form.

His abs shone as he poured more shower gel over his body and closed his
eyes as the warm water streamed over his young twenty-year-old figure. This
was the fucking life; I could so get used to this...he thought before he
felt a warm hand on his shoulder...

"Sorry mate, just wanted to say that your pal Jack had a phone call and he
had to go home, he asked me to tell you...you alright?"

Jesus.

Holy mother of...

Before Kyle's eyes could help themselves, they betrayed him. They travelled
down, against his will, down to the torso in front of him.

Fucking hell, how ripped was this kid? Nineteen years of age and with eyes
to die for...man oh man...that cock...that soft cock had to be at least
about four and a half inches and he could only image how that thing could
look like completely hard...and in the meantime, Romeo Beckham was staring
at him as if he was concussed or something...

Kyle cleared his throat and forced himself to harden. Facially, not his
groin. Heaven forbid.

"Uhm, yeah, thanks. Wonder what could have happened?" he eventually said,
what he hoped, was quietly and confidently as possible.

No matter how Romeo looked aesthetically...and boy, he looked good, he was
still the enemy. He was a Beckham. Silver platter. Gotta remember that. You
EARNED your spot here. He didn't.

To make matters even worse, if that was at all possible, Romeo smiled, his
teeth showing, and admittedly, some of them were a little skew...and Kyle
smiled internally. So, Romeo Beckham wasn't perfect after all. But the rest
of him...he had to admit more than made up for it.

"Nice. See ya tomorrow then, yeah?" Romeo said, as he once more held out
his fist towards Kyle.

This time, there was no hesitation from the latter, as he bumped his
against that of Romeo.

Long after Romeo had gone, and the locker room emptied little by little,
Kyle was quiet. He didn't feel like chatting with his new teammates or
getting to know them. He was too busy contemplating in his mind, how the
fuck he was supposed to work and train everyday with a boy that was more
beautiful than life itself.

And to make matter far worse, Romeo Beckham seemed like a genuinely nice
guy.

There was not once that whole entire afternoon, that Romeo wanted special
treatment or even acted like an entitled little twink. He got down, kept
his head down and worked his ass off, even assisted Kyle's first goal in
training for his new team. The rest of the Ford Lauderdale team treated
Romeo like an equal, like he wasn't a Beckham in their eyes.

The sight of Romeo's sexy, slim, smooth white skin once more flooded Kyle's
mind. Two days ago, he fucking hated the guy. All because of who he was, or
who he seemed to be. It was only day one at his new team, but it seemed
that he was wrong. So far, at least.

As Kyle finally left the locker room, he received a few more pats on the
back from his team, and a few more congrats for a great training
session. He lifted his sports bag over his shoulder when he stopped at his
two-seater Volvo, the only car that his father could afford to buy him when
he first got accepted into Ford Lauderdale's reserve academy two years ago,
and unlocked it.

He was about to get inside when he saw something out of the corner of his
eye.

Holy shit. It was Romeo.

Kyle cursed himself when he felt his heart swell as he saw the stunningly
handsome boy...only, he wasn't alone. He was with a girl. He knew the
Beckham brothers had a sister, but that sure as hell wasn't her.

Stunned into shock, he just...STOOD there, unable to move, simply staring
at the happy couple as they shot the shit outside a killer fancy ass BMW,
no doubt belonging to Beckham Junior himself.

It was then Romeo leaned in to kiss her, that everything became to much for
Kyle. Disgusted with himself he opened his car door and viciously SLAMMED
it shut.

WHY? WHY was his body and his brain reacting like this? Okay, the guy was
hotter than the sun and his body was like something straight from the gods
but...WHY? This wasn't okay, man! This wasn't normal! He hardly even knew
the guy!

Jesus, Kyle. What the hell are you even thinking drooling over a guy that
was so out of your league, it was like going from dog meat to fucking prime
rib. Even if he wasn't a Beckham...he was so obviously straight because he
seemed just too excited to get his lips on that skank, he was dating...oh
wow. Name calling now, are we?

Quickly, he drove out of the training complex as fast as he could. He drove
past the happy couple before they could see who was in the car. The last
thing he wanted was for Romeo to wave at him or something. Who even said he
would?

This was gonna be hell, Kyle thought to himself.

He had to be on that pitch, and together in that locker room every single
day for the foreseeable future.

No one apart from Jack knew they were gay. No one.

And no one could EVER find out either.

But if he had to be in that beautiful boy's company every week...

MAN!


**

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