Date: Thu, 8 Oct 2020 19:39:37 +0000
From: matt ryan <woowoowoo_10@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sucking Up to Carragher

This is a complete work of fiction and does not represent any person
mentioned.


Jamie Carragher sat in his "dressing room", i.e. a side office in the
stadium, with his legs spread wide and each arm rested on the chair His
head was tilted back, the collar of his crisp white shirt, wrapped in a
dark tie, cutting into his thick neck. He was due live on air in a few
minutes so was fully dressed in his usual sharp fitted suit, shirt and
tie. A deep groan escaped his throat as the brunette head between his
legs swallowed his cock whole. He held the head there, his fingers
entwined in the dark hair. He could feel the man under him struggling to
breath, chocking on his cock but Jamie still held him there until man was
clawing at his legs through the material of his suit trousers. Jamie let
go suddenly as the man on his knees spat out his cock.

"You said you wanted it Mount! You know how I like it!" Carragher's
thick accent tearing up the words as he smiled and leaned forward to
raise Mason Mount's smooth chin with his index finger. The footballer's
face was red to match his now streaming eyes, contrasting against deep
blue of the Chelsea kit. He looked up at the man leaning over him, his
hair kept short and neat sprinkled with grey, the same grey that now
comprised most of this stubble. Jamie was older but he had never looked
better, he seemed to have grown into his face since his prime as a
player. He was a striking man: tall, athletic, angular features with a
twinkle in his eye, Mason was hooked.

"I do!" Mason panted through deep breaths noticing his cock seemed to
feel harder than it ever had.

"Then shut up and suck my dick you little bitch!" Jamie demanded
sitting back again, his impressive cock sticking out through his open
zipper.

Mason grabbed the thick meat in his hand and worked it. Jamie really did
have a nice cock; thick, long, heavy in his hand but with a perfect
amount of flexibility when hard to perfectly fill your throat, and it
just looked good - some cocks just do. He loved the feel of the older
man's hot flesh under his tight grip, firming and relaxing his grip
rhythmically as his hand slide along the length. As much as he wanted to
be on his knees here all day worshipping this stud and his perfect cock,
he had a day job watched by millions of people and they only had a few
minutes. He took the head in his mouth, the inside of his lips and tongue
massaged the slick head while his hand was still working the shaft. The
taste of the pundit's precum filled his mouth - a taste he loved to work
for.

Jamie loved the feeling of power he had over one of the hottest young
English players in the Premier League, plastered across bedroom walls up
and down the country. What would everything think if they knew Mason
Mount the new hot young player; with his dark brown eyes, perfect skin,
winning smile and boyband hair, was a dirty little cock sucker, desperate
to gag on Jamie Carragher's dick?

Carragher moaned in satisfaction, the lad sure knew how to suck a dick.
Mount let the cock slide further and further down his throat, pulling
back up the shaft before taking it back down. He pushed himself down
taking the whole of Jamie down his throat holding himself there this time
- Jamie happy to let the cocksucker get to work now he knew his place.

The commentators phone suddenly vibrated pulling him from the moment. He
reached into his jacket's inside pocket pulling out the still vibrating
phone. Mason took the dick out of his mouth as Jamie went to answer.

"What the fuck, did I tell you to stop?! Suck it lad!" His accent even
stronger when angry.

"Alright?! How's it going?!" Carragher answered the phone as he felt
his dick buried inside Mount's mouth once again.

Mount was a little reluctant, he had thought Jamie would want to stop. He
looked up at the older man, cock stretching his lips, deep brown eyes
hoping to see him looking down, but Jamie was fully engrossed in his
conversation. The player wanked the cock up and down with a slight twist
motion, not letting the head escape his mouth wanting a reaction. He
could taste more precum now - Jamie might be trying to ignore him but his
cock gave him away.

"I'm on air in a few minutes mate, can we talk about it properly
after?" Jamie continued to the caller; his dick still stuffed down Mason
Mount's throat.

"Mmmhmmm" the pundit muttered down the phone.

Mason slowed his jerking and started circling his tongue around the head
painfully slowly, "Y-yeah" Jamie managed, the little shit knew exactly
how to distract him, forcing his free hand to tighten around the arm of
the chair.

Precum was flowing freely into Mount's mouth now, he knew Carragher was
close. Mason moved to jerking Jamie's meat rapidly, holding his mouth
around the head. The older man was struggling to shake the caller as
Mount brought him to the edge. The young player slurped on the head of
his dick as he wanked with increasing speed as he felt Jamie reaching the
point of no return. Jamie moved the phone away as he let out a deep groan
of satisfaction through a clenched jaw feeling himself empty into
Mason's mouth. Mount felt a thick load shoot into his mouth coating his
tongue and flowing down his hungry throat- the prize he was desperate
for.

"Y-Yeah everything is fine mate!" Carragher lied pulling himself into
some sort of composure to respond to his caller while Mason continued to
eagerly milk him dry, "I'll call you after the game..... ok, ok bye!".

"You little fucker!" Carragher laughed taking hold of his cock from
Mason and smacking it against the players smooth cheek who shot a beaming
smile in response.

He stuffed himself back into his trousers, with a little trouble, and
checked his watch "Fuck! We need to go!"

The two tidied themselves up. Mason wiped the cum left on his cheek by
Carragher, licking it off the back of his hand.

"Looks like you missed a little!" Jamie smirked nodding to the top left
of Mount's shirt.

"Fuck! I will have to get a fresh one!"

"No!" Jamie snapped, He paused to gather his cum from Masons shirt on
his thumb, "I want to see you out there with my cum on your shirt", he
pushed his thumb into Masons sight part lips, Mount instinctively sucked
the cum off, "Ok?!" Jamie finished, eyes locked with the younger man as
he removed his thumb - Mason sucking on it to the last moment.

Mount nodded in response.

"Good lad! Now get the fuck out of here, I've got work to do!"

Carragher turned to look at himself in the mirror with a smug grin
plastered across his face. He straightened his tie and adjusted his still
semi swollen cock in his trousers before heading off to pitch side.


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