Date: Thu, 18 Mar 2021 18:20:59 +0000
From: matt ryan <woowoowoo_10@hotmail.com>
Subject: sucking up to carragher - part 2

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


Jamie Carragher was agitated, more so than usual. He hadn't worked a
Chelsea game in weeks which meant he hadn't seen Mason in weeks. There
had to be no trace of what they were doing which meant very little
contact and only meeting when their paths naturally crossed. As he strode
through the corridors of Stamford Bridge following the pre-production
meeting he had one sole focus. It wasn't uncommon for the commentators
and pundits to make a quick appearance in the dressing room before the
real pre-game started so Jamie Carragher shaking hands and chatting with
the guys wasn't uncommon.

Mason Mount's cock throbbed as soon as he saw Jamie and he swallowed
hard. Luckily, he was in full match kit so the baggy shorts helped hide
the forming bulge. Carragher looked good -- he always looked good. Maybe
it was the time since their last "encounter". Maybe it was the dark
navy it was almost black three-piece suit, crisp white shirt and deep red
tie, but whatever it was he looked particularly fine today. Mount caught
Jamie's eye trying to play as casually as possible surrounded by his
team mates. Carragher's eyes darted to the right. Mason's cock swelled
at the subtle gesture, he knew exactly what to do, heading in the
direction Jamie had indicated hoping nobody else had noticed. The
midfielder found himself in the private sports therapy room a room
dominated by a massage bed. There was no door but it was tucked away in
the corner of the player area far enough away from the dressing room that
it was quiet even with the full team around. His cock was now fully hard
and his heart was pounding.

After what felt like hours Jamie stepped around the corner into the open
doorway giving Mason a devilish smile "You miss me you little slut?!".
In one quick movement Jamie had a hand around Mason's throat and pinned
the smaller man. "It seems like you did!" Jamie emphasized grinding
their hard cocks together.

Mount nodded his head without speaking, a little on edge but turned on --
the same way he always felt around Carragher. Jamie smiled as he
tightened his grip on the Premier League player's throat leaning in to
kiss the younger man. They rarely kissed but the contrast between
Jamie's soft full lips and his scratching beard was a big turn on for
Mount. He let Carragher fully take control of the kiss, getting
progressively deeper and more aggressive mirroring the increasing
tightness of the hold around Mason's neck. Mount fumbled with Jamie's
belt managing to get it open and moving onto his trousers. Jamie broke
the kiss letting his hand fall from Mason's down over his chest.
Instinctively the England player went to drop to his knees.

"NO!" The instruction from Jamie was short, sharp and definitely to the
point, the midfielder froze.

The pundit shoved Mount, spinning him around to bend over the massage
bed. In the same quick motion, he pulled down the player's shorts and
underwear to expose his smooth, bare, surprisingly fat butt. Mason had
never been fucked; he had never done anything with a man until Carragher
had given him a taste of his cock that he was now insatiable for.

"We can't! Not here anyone could see!" Mason pleaded, terrified both
at the both of getting caught and of getting fucked.

"I don't fucking care, lad!" Carragher dismissed in his thick scouse
accent while pulling his fat cock from his underwear.

The Chelsea player salivated at the sight off a fully clothed Jamie with
just his big cock hanging from his trousers. He wanted to protest more;
he knew this was a stupidly risky situation but he wanted this. He wanted
Jamie's cock inside him so much he was willing to risk his career, his
entire lifestyle. Knowing they had little time before they were both
missed, Jamie had already pulled a miniature bottle of lube from his suit
jacket and was running it along the length of his big dick. The older man
pushed a little lube into Mount's tight virgin hole but he had no
intention of making this comfortable for the little slut. Mason gasped as
Carragher touched his hole. He felt like such a whore having his hole
touched for the first time. It felt so wrong but so good. Mount was sure
he couldn't feel like more of slut until Jamie spat on his hole. The
pundit had always turned him on with the way he was treated but this was
another level.

Jamie lined up his cock with Premier League star's hole. There was no
waiting for permission before he started to push into the soon-to-be
bottom. Mason screamed in pain quickly muffled by a strong hand tight
around his mouth. Carragher didn't let up as he forced more and more of
his cock into the virgin hole. Mount couldn't believe the pain. Jamie's
cock felt massive like it would rip him in two, but he was hard, really
hard. Finally, Jamie bottomed out in him his hips rested against Mason's
ass.

"Fuck you are so tight you little slut!" Jamie sounding even more
scouse somehow.

Jamie gave the newly christened bottom a few moments to adjust but was
unable to resist fucking him for long. He rutted in and out of Mason, his
tight fresh hole gripping Carragher's meat like a vice. Mount's hands
fumbled around for something to grab hold of finding the edges of the
bed. The midfielder was screaming into Jamie's hand with each movement.
He couldn't believe how much this hurt but at the same time how turned
on he was. His hard cock trapped painfully between his body and the bed.
Mason's fingers had turned white, as he gripped the edges of the bed to
withstand his no longer virgin hole being broken in.

"Fuck!" Was all Carragher muttered between deep moans, he was clearly
trying to dampen so the whole Chelsea team wasn't witness to him fucking
one of their teammates.

Jamie wasn't taking it easy on Mount, their rough oral play had
translated to rough fucking -- even if he had wanted to go slow he
couldn't resist pounding Mason's perfect hole. Each thrust of cock deep
inside provoked a low grunt from the bottom of the Chelsea player's
throat. He had stopped screaming like a little bitch letting Jamie remove
his hand from his mouth and grab Mason at the hips. Jamie was taller and
thicker than Mount and easily manoeuvred the new bottom digging his
fingers into Mount's hips and pulling him back slightly to meet the
force of each of his own forward thrusts. Mason hadn't even noticed when
it had happened but the pain had subsided. His groans of pain had shifted
to moans of pleasure. It was still uncomfortable, Jamie's cock was huge,
but the kind of uncomfortable that turned him on like when he choked on
the older man's cock. The Premier League player gritted his teeth, and
let his eyes roll back at each powerful fuck into him, accepting his new
position and taking in the sensation. Carragher felt the bottom loosen up
only encouraging him to rail him more. Mount was as good at taking dick
as he was at sucking it.

"I knew you would be the perfect bottom bitch!" Jamie smiled in that
cocky grin that Mason loved so much. The way Jamie spoke to him should
have made him mad. If someone had said that to him on the pitch he would
square up to them but being degraded by Carragher was such a turn on.
Letting this scouser treat him like shit was the best he had ever felt.

Jamie wanted to be here fucking Mount all night long. He knew the little
bitch could take it, or at least would take it if Jamie told him to, but
they had been gone a while and people would come looking. He picked up
his pace slamming into the now willing bottom. The sound of hips slapping
against Mount's thick little ass filled the small room. Mount couldn't
believe the fucking he was taking, Jamie meant business. He felt the
older man's meat drive into him over and over. His head was spinning -
his cock was dripping all over the bed.

"UGH! Fuck I'm close you slut!"

Mason panicked snapping back to reality.

"Pl-please don't cu-um in me, the game! I-I can't..." Mason begged
barely able to force the words out before trailing off as the fuck took
his breath away.

Jamie ignored the man under him, pounding more frantically him. He was on
the edge. Mason was so fucking tight, so willing to submit to him and
take the power fuck Jamie wanted to give. Mount was panting into the
table. He knew Carragher was going to breed him despite his protests, and
if he was honest with himself, he wanted it. Jamie let out a stifled moan
as he thrust deep into Mason for a final time. He felt himself unloading
into the Premier League star, almost collapsing on top of him from the
intensity but managing to brace himself to ride out the pleasure. The
pundit slowly fucked the bottom milking his load completely into Mount.

Mason couldn't quite register what had just happened. He had been fucked
for the first time and taken a load dumped inside him. There was a kind
of shame but the kind that had him desperately hard. As if Carragher knew
he pulled Mount back with him off the bench, cock still buried in the
midfielder. He wrapped his hand around Mason's painfully hard cock and
worked it up and down. Mason's eyes rolled back into his head at finally
having his cock touched. He found himself subconsciously backing himself
onto Jamie's still hard cock, forcing it deeper into him as the strong
hand of the pundit jerked his cock. Jamie brought his free hand up around
Mason's neck as his other continued to work the length of the younger
player's dick.

"You're a good little slut!" Jamie whispered tightening his grip on
Mason's neck.

That was it! Jamie felt the younger mans body shudder. The Chelsea
player's hole tightened around the cock buried in his ass as cum shot
across the bench and all over Carragher's hand. After slowly working
Mount down Jamie bought his hand to Mason's face. The midfielder didn't
need to be told he immediately licked Jamie's hand clean tasting his own
cum.

"Better clean up that fucking mess too, lad!" Carragher ordered forcing
his still hard cock back into his trouser leaving Mason with an aching,
empty hole leaking with cum. Mount licked the massage bed clean savouring
every drop of his own cum, wishing it was Jamie's. Jamie waited a few
seconds till his cock settled to a less obvious bulge in his trousers.

"Don't you dare clean up before the match! I want to see you out there
knowing you have taken my load!" Jamie ordered not even bothering to
look at Mount.

"Y-yes sir!" Mason complied - as always.

---

Mount scored a brace in the game much to Jamie's delight, his cock
constantly swollen knowing he had defiled Mount. What the pair didn't
know though was that someone had been watching them and they were very
interested in what he had seen...


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