Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2022 01:29:06 +0000
From: Robert Smith <smithwritesfic@outlook.com>
Subject: The Underwear Models IV

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The Underwear Models IV

Cristiano Roandlo was not accustomed to feeling uncomfortable. For his
entire adult life, and most of his adolescence, teams of people had made it
their mission in life to ensure that he was comfortable. His unrivaled
skill on the football pitch and his good looks had made million, and
billion, dollar companies move heaven and earth to accommodate his every
whim and desire. Feeling uncomfortable was not something that Cristiano
Ronaldo did.

And yet, stretched out in the luxurious seat of the team bus, Ronaldo could
feel a strange and unfamiliar knot in the pit of his stomach. The music
blaring through his expensive headphones was capable of blocking out the
sound of his teammates but was doing little to silence the dark little
voice in his head. A voice that was only tightening the knot in his stomach
and adding to his level of discomfort.

Ronaldo understood the source of this discomfort, Nicolo Fagioli.

The cute blonde boy had seemed so innocent. He had seemed like easy prey
for the great Cristiano Ronaldo. He'd have been one of an ever increasing
number of men, and women, happy to serve him. Honoured to do it even. But
Ronaldo had misjudged the boy. His youthful, lustful worship had turned so
quickly in the showers of the training ground. Ronaldo had found himself
subservient to this boy. This nobody. And now here he was, this boy, riding
on the first team bus. It was as if his experience in the showers with
Ronaldo had super charged him. There was a new found confidence, almost
arrogance that Ronaldo recognised from himself, radiating from the boy. He
was somewhere in the back of the bus holding court with players far more
senior than him while Ronaldo was hidden away and forgotten at the front of
the bus. This was not the natural order.

This upending of the way things should be was not what had Ronaldo so
unsettled. In truth he cared little for the other players of this team and
their fawning over this new youth player. The ever tightening knot in his
stomach was caused by the way Fagioli would look at him. It was as if
Ronaldo were the prey. As the boy's eyes burned into him Ronaldo couldn't
help but remember the promise that ended their last encounter - La prossima
volta mi scopo quel culo, I'll fuck that ass next time.

Ronaldo tried to banish these thoughts from his mind and let the steady
rhythmic beats of the music filling his ears wash over him. This provided a
distraction for just a moment. As one song faded out to be replaced by
another Ronaldo felt as if the universe were conspiring against him. Liam
Payne's voice was filling his head.

He'd almost forgotten the feverish enthusiasm with which he downloaded
Liam's singles. He'd been happy to consume any part of the young singer
even if the songs themselves weren't exactly to his taste. Although he'd
found more enjoyment in the accompanying music videos even if he'd found
himself wishing the singer would show more flesh.

It was Liam that was the true problem here. Ronaldo was convinced of it.

In the days after his encounter with Fagioli, Ronaldo had turned back to
women. In his youth Ronaldo's exploits with women had been prolific. His
team-mates at both the junior and senior level had marvelled at the parade
of models and starlets he'd taken to bed. In more recent times Ronaldo had
found women held little interest to him. They still clamoured for his
attention of course but it did nothing for him. There was, Ronaldo decided,
no challenge there. There was no sense of satisfaction to be found in
bedding the latest model begging for his attention. With men he'd found a
sense of accomplishment. It was another way to establish his dominance and
be secure in his superiority. Or at least it had been.

Liam had changed things. He'd lost his swaggering confidence in the wake of
his time with Liam. He had become almost obsessed with the popstar. He
craved him in a way that he'd never experienced before. It was this that
had led to him being so weak and allowing the boy to take advantage of
him. And so he had sought out a quick way to reassert himself and his
superiority. A pretty young model. Ronaldo didn't even remember her name,
wasn't even sure he knew it to begin with. He'd barely had to say anything
to get her back to his hotel room where she'd been so eager to please. But
he'd taken no pleasure from her sad attempts to worship and please
him. He'd found himself willing her to take control of him. To use
him. Even with some desperate woman he'd doubted his superiority.

The solution to all of this was clear and it was the same as the problem,
Liam Payne.

Ronaldo needed the singer to complete his domination of him. He needed to
be fucked by the former boybander. Maybe then he'd be able to get this out
of his system and the natural order could return. He'd be able to take the
Fagioli boy back into the showers and the boy would treat him like the God
he so clearly was.

It was with this in mind that Ronaldo had finally insisted on a trip to the
UK. He'd found some unimportant sponsor event held in London and insisted
he should attend. In truth he wasn't even sure what he'd signed himself up
to do but it didn't matter. In just a few short days he'd once again be
alone in a hotel room with Liam and he'd already begun preparing. He'd been
using small toys at first but each night they'd grown bigger. Still none
quite matched the length and girth he remembered of Liam's cock but he did
not want to relive the burning aching pain of his experiences with
Rooney. He'd felt sore for days after the last time he'd allowed the
English brute to use him. In the moment the way he'd been bent over with
nothing but spit for lube had been somehow exhilarating but the pain that
followed had been less so.

Ronaldo had been so lost in his thoughts that he barely registered someone
sliding into the seat next to him. It was only upon feeling a hand close
around his wrist that Ronaldo truly became aware of the presence next to
him. He turned and came face-to-face with the smiling face of Nicolo
Fagioli. The boy had apparently finished regaling the other senior players
and was now forcefully guiding Ronaldo's hand to his groin.

"Sono arrapato..."

The boy was speaking in growled Italian just as he had in the
shower. Declaring to Ronaldo that he was horny as Ronaldo looked around the
team bus in alarm. He was scanning the faces of his teammates and the
coaching staff but no one seemed to be looking in their direction. No one
would have noticed the boy dragging Ronaldo's hand to his cock nor would
they have noticed the way Ronaldo's hand instinctively squeezed at it.

Ronaldo had been doing his best to avoid the boy since their encounter in
the shower. He had made efforts not to be alone with him. He had been
unsure of his resolve to resist him. Even that thought had disgusted
Ronaldo. The idea that he would struggle to resist. But he was even more
disgusted to learn that he'd been right to avoid the boy. On a bus
surrounded by his teammates he was squeezing and grabbing at the boy's
cock. Beginning to stroke it and feel it growing hard to his touch.

The boy let out a low satisfied moan as Ronaldo took a firm grip of his
hardening cock through his tracksuit trousers and stroked at it. Ronaldo
hated how much he enjoyed that sound. He hated how sexy the boy looked
leaning back in his seat, a look of satisfaction spreading across his
features. The cock felt bigger in his hand than he remembered from the
shower. Surely it couldn't just be the light thin material of the boy's
tracksuit and underwear adding this much weight to it.

"Tiralo fuori..."

Ronaldo looked at the boy in panic but he did not register the look. His
eyes were closed as he enjoyed the attention of Ronaldo's hand. He couldn't
possibly think Ronaldo was going to pull his cock out in the middle of the
team bus. Anyone could see them.

"Ho detto di toglierlo!"

The boy was more insistent this time. Ronaldo felt an anger rising in
him. He wanted to withdraw his hand and to tell the boy to leave. He needed
to reassert himself and remind this boy exactly who he was. And yet his
hand continued to stroke at the boy's cock as another louder part of his
brain told him to do as he was instructed. To take the boy's cock out.

Feeling a strange mix of anger, shame and arousal coursing through him
Ronaldo did as he'd been told. He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of
the boy's tracksuit and his unseen underwear and wrapped it around the warm
hardness of his cock. Slowly, taking one last look around the bus to make
sure no one was paying them any attention, he pulled the boy's cock free of
the confines of his clothes.

Ronaldo stared down at the cock as his hand continued to stroke it. A small
amount of precum was leaking from the dark purple head. He resisted the
overwhelming urge to lean down and lick it up with his tongue instead
allowing it to run down the smooth shaft of the boy's cock. Removed from
the boy's clothes the cock definitely seemed larger than Ronaldo
remembered. Longer, thicker, heavier. It was as if the cock had grown
alongside the boy's stature and confidence.

"Succhialo"

The whispered Italian again caused Ronaldo to look at the boy with
alarm. This time his eyes were open and he was smiling at Ronaldo. A smile
that made it clear the boy knew without doubt that Ronaldo would do as he
was told. That the great Cristiano Ronaldo would take this boy's cock into
his mouth and suck him right here in the middle of the team bus.

"Sii una brava puttana..." That filthy mouth that Ronaldo remembered from
the showers. The jolt of excited electricity at being referred to as a
whore by this boy. "...e succhia!"

Whatever will Ronaldo had to resist faded away. He hated himself for it but
he couldn't stop himself from leaning down toward the boy's cock. Before he
could stop himself his lips were wrapped around the head and he was
swallowing it. Taking as much as he dared into his mouth and throat. He
wanted to slurp and choke on it. To devour this boy's cock just as he'd
done in the showers but knew that he couldn't. Knew that he had to be
quiet. He couldn't afford to attract attention to them.

The boy let out another low satisfied moan. Ronaldo didn't need to look up
at him to know that he'd once again be leaning back in the chair, eyes
closed, enjoying the great Cristiano Ronaldo worshipping his cock.

If the boy's cock had seemed bigger than Ronaldo remembered it tasted just
as good as he remembered. There was a sweet freshness to his taste and
Ronaldo savoured it as his lips moved up and down the shaft of the boy's
cock. He felt a hand resting on the back of his head and slowly fingers
began to entangle themselves in his hair. Even now the boy wanted to take
control of the blowjob. To guide Ronaldo's lips up and down his cock at the
speed and to the depth he desired.

The boy forced him down deeper and deeper. He was sputtering and choking
and sure that someone would have heard what was happening but the boy
didn't seem to care. The boy tightened his grip and used his surprising
strength to ensure that Ronaldo remained in place on his cock and
obediently Ronaldo continued to worship it. His lips continued to glide up
and down the shaft.

"Una così buona puttana affamata di cazzo!"

Ronaldo felt his own cock straining and throbbing as the boy whispered
dirty encouragement to him. He wanted to prove himself as a cock hungry
whore and moved at greater speed up and down the shaft. Going just a little
deeper and allowing himself to choke just a little. While he sucked,
Ronaldo's hand gently cupped and squeezed at the boy's heavy balls. He
wanted to empty those balls, to drain them dry.

As he worked Ronaldo could feel the boy tensing and straining. He was
getting close, Ronaldo knew. He'd lasted much longer in the showers but the
combination of the danger and excitement of using Ronaldo's mouth on the
team bus must be pushing him over the edge sooner.

"Vado a sborrare puttana!"

The boy confirmed what Ronaldo already knew as he once again tightened his
grip on Ronaldo's head. Holding him in place as his cock prepared to
erupt. The boy let out a barely contained groan of pleasure and the cum
began to flow.

"Prendilo puttana! Prendilo!"

Ronaldo greedily swallowed and slurped up the cum as it shot from the boy's
cock. It was just as sweet and delicious as it had been in the
showers. Maybe even more so. He wanted every drop. He was sucking on the
boy's cock like a straw yearning to have every last drop in his mouth.

"Fanculo! Fanculo! Puttana avida!"

The boy seemed to be struggling to cope as Ronaldo worked for every drop of
his cum. Continuing to suck and slurp on his sensitive post-orgasm cock. He
was forced to pull Ronaldo from him although as Ronaldo looked up he could
see the boy wasn't angry. His face was filled with another satisfied
smile. Clearly he was happy to see Ronaldo be such a greedy whore for his
cum.

Ronaldo, free of the boy's cock, sunk back into his own chair and swallowed
the lost drops of cum still in his mouth. Already he was beginning to steam
with anger at allowing himself to be used in such a way. And he was
painfully aware of his own throbbing and unattended erection. The boy
meanwhile was tucking his cock back into his tracksuit with an undeniably
cocky smile on his face. A smile that caused Ronaldo's cock to throb even
harder.

"La puttana ha ancora bisogno di essere scopata!"

And as suddenly as he'd appeared the boy was gone. Gliding back up the bus
to the other members of the senior team. Ronaldo supposed he should be
worried he'd be back there telling them how he'd made Ronaldo his whore but
those parting words were still ringing in his ears. The whore still needs
to be fucked. Truer words, thought Ronaldo, had never been spoken.

* * * * *

He moved through the expansive hotel lobby with his head down. While it
wouldn't be difficult to explain his presence in the hotel he'd rather no
one spotted him and he'd really rather no one further delayed his trip up
to the suite.

A nervous excitement had been growing in Liam Payne for days now.

It had been less than a week since Cristiano Ronaldo had excitedly informed
him of his plan to visit London. Liam still replayed the way he had
casually mentioned he'd have a hotel suite to himself for the night. The
way the invite had lingered between them unsaid but unmissable. Liam had
had to cancel plans of his own for the night but he'd never had any doubt
about where he wanted to be.

The elevator taking him up to the suite Ronaldo had booked was, thankfully,
empty. There was no one who might make awkward small talk with him or worse
yet a hyperventilating fangirl who would need calming down. Instead he
could ride up to Ronaldo in peace. Enjoy the last moments of calm before
what was to come. Not that he felt calm. His whole body seemed to be
tingling and his stomach kept lurching at the most unexpected times. It was
like he was getting ready to go on stage and perform. And in a way he
supposed he was.

Silently Liam cast a critical eye over himself in the full length mirrors
that lined the walls of the elevator. His dark hair and stubble had been
freshly trimmed and styled for the occasion. He'd opted for a casual
t-shirt and jeans combination. Not wanting anything too cumbersome to
remove although as he examined his reflection he decided that perhaps the
t-shirt was just a little too tight. But he couldn't help himself. Ever
since he'd developed his carefully sculpted body he'd been unable to resist
wearing his shirts just a little too tight. What good was all this work in
the gym if he didn't get to show it off at least a little?

As Liam eyed his gently flexed biceps the elevator dinged and the doors
slid open. He was just a hallway away now. Over his time with One Direction
and beyond Liam had felt confident that he'd amassed just about every
sexual experience he could. Women, often multiple women at a time, had
practically lined up to be with him or any of them really. But tonight he
would once again be breaking new sexual ground. Tonight would be a rare new
first for him.

With more confidence than he felt Liam marched down the softly carpeted
hallway and came to a halt outside the door to the suite he knew belonged
to Ronaldo. He took a breath and knocked.

The door opened within seconds and whatever nerves Liam might have been
feeling seemed to fade away as he once again came face-to-face with
Ronaldo. The Portuguese footballer was as tanned and handsome as he'd ever
been. His dark black hair was as carefully and meticulously styled as it
always was. He had forgone wearing a shirt entirely, opening the door in
nothing but a pair of his own brand underwear. A pair of fitted white
briefs that seemed too small to contain what was clearly a growing erection
although Liam's attention was largely focused on his upper body. It was
still a remarkable sight to see in person. The way it seemed to have been
carved from dark tanned marble with each muscle carefully and clearly
defined and swelling.

Liam was pulled into the room by his too tight shirt and as the door closed
behind him he was pushed against it. Ronaldo's lips were suddenly pressed
against his own. Instinctively Liam parted his own lips and felt Ronaldo's
tongue snake its way inside his mouth. For a moment he was lost. Beyond a
playful peck Liam had never kissed another man but now here he was with
Cristiano Ronaldo's impossibly solid body pressed against him having a kiss
pushed upon him.

After a moment Liam's instincts kicked in and he was returning the kiss. It
was like muscle memory. His tongue began to twist and turn around Ronaldo's
as their lips continued to press against one another. Liam's hands grabbed
at a broad powerful back and slowly slid down it to a perfectly formed and
rounded arse. He squeezed and grabbed at the checks as the kiss seemed to
stretch on for an eternity. When it finally broke both men were panting.

They stared at one another. Still pressed together, Liam's hands still
resting on Ronaldo's impressively muscled backside. And then Ronaldo began
to nuzzle, kiss and suck on Liam's neck. Liam closed his eyes and let the
pleasure of it wash over him as Ronaldo kissed and licked at his neck, his
chin, his jaw, his cheek, his ear. Just any part of him he could reach.

"I want you..." The words were whispered into his ear and Liam felt his
cock, already hard, throb in response. "...please!"

The pleading pushed him over the edge. He needed to take Ronaldo now. Liam
took hold of the back of Ronaldo's head and pulled his lips away from his
flesh before pushing a kiss onto him this time. This one rougher and harder
than the first.

As the kiss broke Liam strode past Ronaldo and into the suite proper. He
pulled his shirt off over his head as he walked and discarded it on the
floor. The suite appeared to be broken up into three rooms. A bedroom to
the back with a bathroom next to it and a large lounge area where he was
stood now. Sofas, various chairs and a table occupied the room but Liam's
eye was drawn toward the large bed that dominated the bedroom.

Ronaldo was on him before he could make it to the bedroom. They were
kissing once again as their hard upper bodies pressed against each
other. As this third kiss broke Liam tumbled backwards onto the
sofa. Before Liam even had time to adjust to his new position Ronaldo was
straddling him and once again nuzzling at his neck. This time though,
Ronaldo's lips and tongue were moving down his neck and onto his chest.

Ronaldo kissed and licked at Liam's smooth muscular chest. It was as if he
couldn't get enough of Liam's flesh. It took just seconds for him to arrive
at Liam's left nipple. His tongue circled and flicked at it before he
placed it between his lips and sucked. Liam couldn't help but let out a
moan of pleasure which only served to make Ronaldo suck harder.

Liam was almost disappointed when Ronaldo's lips left his chest and more
specifically his nipple. But as Ronaldo's tongue traced the outline of his
abs and the footballing icon dropped down to his knees between Liam's legs
the disappointment faded. Liam helped Ronaldo's fumbling fingers unbutton
his jeans and lifted himself off the sofa so that they could be slid down
his legs. Like Ronaldo, Liam was wearing a pair of his own underwear, dark
Hugo boxer briefs although Ronaldo hardly seemed to notice them as he pawed
and clawed at them forcing them down to Liam's ankles as well.

"Perfect!"

Ronaldo breathed the compliment as he once again took in the sight of
Liam's erect cock. He admired it only briefly though. He had not come here
to look at Liam's cock after all.

"Oh God!"

Liam had forgotten how good Ronaldo's lips felt wrapped around his
cock. He'd forgotten the feeling of looking down to see Cristiano Ronaldo
happily and greedily devouring his cock. He'd forgotten the wet slurping
sounds Ronaldo made as he moved up and down his shaft and the way he
contendally moaned with his mouth full. It was a magical combination of
things and Liam wondered how he'd gone without it for so long.

"Suck it deep"

Liam pressed a hand down on the back of Ronaldo's head. His fingers
entwined with Ronaldo's thick dark hair. Ronaldo didn't need the
encouragement or help but Liam gave it anyway. Pushing the footballing
legend down the length of his cock. Moaning as he felt Ronaldo's lips slide
further and further down the shaft. Taking it into his mouth and eager
throat inch by inch. He wanted to feel Ronaldo's lips at the base of his
cock once again. To feel his nose pressed against him. Ronaldo's gagging
and choking as he struggled against Liam's length and girth meant
nothing. All that mattered was the pleasure of it.

Finally Liam felt what he wanted. What he needed. Ronaldo's lips wrapped
around the base of his cock. He could feel Ronaldo's throat almost dilating
around the head and shaft of his cock. The choking and sputtering was
covering his cock in a thin layer of spit but the pleasure was intense. He
held Ronaldo in place for as long as he dared. The seconds felt like hours
of glorious pleasure. And finally he released his grip.

Ronaldo withdrew from Liam's large cock panting and heaving for breath. But
as Liam looked down at him the smile, and those perfect gleamingly white
teeth, gave away just how much Ronaldo had enjoyed choking on Liam. His
eyes were alive with wonder and excitement. And there was an unmistakable
hunger there too.

"Fuck!"

Liam had been entirely unprepared for Ronaldo's mouth to dive onto his
balls. For his tongue to circle and lap at them as he sucked and nuzzled on
them. It felt amazing. The pleasure only increased as Ronaldo's hands
worked their way up his body. Pressing against his abs and chest before
settling on his nipples.

"Fuck yes! That's it!"

Ronaldo was gently pinching and twisting at Liam's nipples as he continued
to greedily suck on his heavy cum filled balls. Liam had never experienced
anything quite like this before. The hunger and desire in Ronaldo was
incredible. Ronaldo demonstrated it further as he dived back down onto
Liam's cock. Greedily choking himself on the cock as he forced as much down
his throat as he could. Liam simply lay back and let the pleasure wash over
him. The pleasure of Cristiano Ronaldo hungrily worshipping and devouring
him.

There was a considerable part of Liam that would have allowed this to
continue. That would have welcomed Ronaldo's continued worshipping of his
cock and balls. He wanted to let the pleasure of it all to continue to wash
over him. He wanted to keep looking down and seeing Cristiano Ronaldo on
his knees between his legs. He wanted for Ronaldo to keep looking up at him
with that intoxicating mix of pleasure, hunger and desire in his eyes. But
there was a larger part of Liam that knew that wasn't why he was
here. There was more planned for tonight.

Reluctantly Liam pulled Ronaldo from his cock. He noted, with a strange
sense of pride, the surprising amount of strength he needed to detach
Ronaldo from his cock and the way that Ronaldo's tongue dagged and lingered
on the shaft and then head of his cock. The footballing star couldn't seem
to get enough of him.

Slowly Liam leant forward and met Ronaldo with another kiss. Softer and
more passionate than their last kiss. Their tongues seemed to glide over
one another as their lips met. Liam could taste himself in Ronaldo's
mouth. A strange sweet taste. Usually this would prompt him to pull away
from the kiss. With women he'd never cared to taste himself on their lips
or tongue but with Ronaldo it was different. Liam dove deeper into the
kiss. He pulled Ronaldo closer to him.

When the kiss finally broke, Ronaldo was once again stradling Liam. Liam
could feel his cock pressed against Ronaldo's muscled arse, still enclosed
in his briefs. He could also feel Ronaldo's own hard cock pressing against
him straining to be released. Slowly, and without really thinking, Liam ran
a single hand down the impossibly muscled and defined physique before him
and then gently squeezed at Ronaldo's cock through the briefs that kept it
trapped.

Ronaldo seemed to shudder and let out a yearning moan as Liam felt his
hardness. Instinctively Liam stroked at the throbbing cock in the briefs
and Ronaldo's moan grew louder and more desperate. Liam wasn't sure how it
happened, or who did it, but the front of Ronaldo's briefs were tugged down
and the cock within sprang free. It was as tanned and impossibly solid as
the rest of Ronaldo. Carefully, almost as if he were afraid he might break
it, Liam wrapped his hand around the shaft.

It felt strange. Another man's cock in his hand. The weight and feel was so
different to his own. There was a warmness that Liam couldn't remember from
his own cock and it wasn't as long or as thick. But his hand slid up and
down the shaft just as easily as it did with his own cock. Each move of his
hand brought forth a moan from the lips of Ronaldo who was nuzzled into
Liam's neck now. His back strangely arched to allow Liam to continue his
slow strokes.

"Faster. Please."

As instructed Liam began to stroke faster and instinctively tightening his
grip as he did. Ronaldo's moans pushed him on. His hand moving up and down
the solid shaft faster still. He could feel Ronaldo's entire body tensing
and squirming against him. He understood that Ronaldo was close. He heard a
voice in the back of his head telling him to stop. To deny Ronaldo this
orgasm but as he heard Ronaldo's almost pleading moans of pleasure and felt
the way the larger man's muscles tensed and strained against him he found
himself unable to stop. He pushed on. He stroked and stroked.

Ronaldo's cries filled the room. Liam didn't understand the words that
tumbled from his mouth in, he assumed, Portuguese but he could guess what
they meant.

It took a moment for Liam to register the warm wetness on his hand, chest
and stomach. He understood what it was instantly and marvelled at how
different this felt to the load that Zayn had spilled over his body. Zayn's
had felt thicker somehow. He could feel Ronaldo's running down his hand and
body in a way that Zayn's hadn't. The smell that floated to his nostrils
was subtly different as well. He thought that maybe he preferred the smell
and feel of Ronldo's cum.

Carefully Liam released his grip on Ronaldo's still surprisingly solid cock
and raised his hand up. For a moment Ronaldo simply stared at Liam's cum
stained hand. He took it in as if it were some alien object he'd never seen
before and then his tongue ran across the flesh scooping up the warm white
liquid. And then Liam was kissing him!

Liam couldn't quite believe what was happening. It was as if he was
witnessing this from outside his own body. Except he could still feel and
taste Ronaldo's cum as it trickled into his mouth. The sweetness with just
a hint of salt. He couldn't quite believe it but it was delicious. He
pulled Ronaldo deeper into the kiss. His tongue pushing deeper into
Ronaldo's mouth searching out more traces of the cum.

When the kiss broke, Ronaldo's lips and tongue dived onto Liam's chest,
lapping up the traces of cum there. And then they were kissing again. This
time though Liam knew that Ronaldo had not swallowed any of the cum. It was
still warm and thick in his mouth and Liam's tongue found it. He felt it
drop into his own mouth and down his throat.

Again the kiss broke and Liam found himself looking into Ronaldo's
eyes. They seemed even more alive than before, almost wired. It was as if
this new and unexpected twist had gotten him high.

"Fuck me!"

Liam could feel the smile on his own face as he processed these words from
Ronaldo. They'd both understood that this is why they were in this hotel
suite but this was the first time either man had said it aloud.

"Absolutely!"

Liam was surprised by his own strength as he climbed to his feet lifting
Ronaldo with him. He felt Ronaldo's powerful legs wrap themselves around
his waist and he made his way toward the bedroom carrying Ronaldo with
him. Liam's trousers and underwear were still tangled around his ankles
which made progress to the bedroom and the giant bed that dominated it
slower than was ideal. But Ronaldo felt strangely light in his arms despite
being a giant slab of muscle.

Finally Liam staggered into the bedroom and threw Ronaldo down onto the
bed. As Ronaldo sank down into the giant bed Liam kicked himself free of
his remaining clothes. Shoes, socks, jeans and underwear flying to
different corners of the room. When he looked back up at Ronaldo he too was
naked, having discarded the tight briefs he had been wearing, and on all
fours in the middle of the bed. That delicious and golden arse was aimed
directly at Liam. He could still remember how it tasted but tonight he
would do more than just taste it.

However, thought Liam, it would be rude not to taste it!

Climbing onto the bed it was Liam's turn to dive onto Ronaldo with hunger
in his eyes. His face buried itself between Ronaldo's firm powerful glutes
and he heard let out a delighted squeal. Liam's tongue went quickly to
work. Twisting, turning, diving and withdrawing. Each move of the tongue
seemed to send a bolt of electricity through Ronaldo who found it
impossible to refrain from crying out in pleasure. More than that he was
pushing back onto Liam's face. Willing Liam's tongue to push deeper inside
of him. Willing Liam to taste more and more of him.

Liam happily obliged with this desire. Darting his tongue deeper into
Ronaldo as his lips sucked and kissed at him. Ronaldo tasted every bit as
good and moreish as he remembered. He wanted more. He wanted to feel
Ronaldo's hard muscular frame tensing and squirming as his tongue probed
him. But Liam's cock was throbbing now as it cried out for attention and
release. The time had come.

Very reluctantly Liam withdrew from Ronaldo's arse. There was an almost
disappointed sigh from Ronaldo and Liam couldn't help but smile to
himself. He always enjoyed having his skills with his tongue re-confirmed
and he knew that he was mere minutes away from having his skills with
another appendage confirmed as well.

Pulling himself up onto his knees behind Ronaldo Liam began to cast his
eyes around the hotel bedroom. He wished he'd been more careful when
freeing himself from the restraints of his jeans. He knew from experience
that what was to come would be much easier, and more enjoyable, with lube
and had brought a bottle with him in preparation. One of the small ways in
which Liam had acknowledged what would be happening in this hotel room
tonight without saying it out loud.

He could sense that Ronaldo was becoming impatient. Perhaps fearing that
Liam was having second thoughts he began to push back almost as if he were
searching for Liam's hard cock with his arse. When he found it Ronaldo
began to grind on it. Letting it slide between the firm cheeks of his arse.

"Fuck..."

Liam suspected that had he been having second thoughts then this particular
trick from Ronaldo would have won him back round. The length of his shaft
was being gripped between the smooth muscled checks of Ronaldo's arse. It
was as if Ronaldo were wanking him off with his perfect tanned arse checks.

"Lube!"

It was about all Liam could manage to say so caught in the pleasure of the
moment. He needed Ronaldo to know that he wasn't having second thoughts but
rather trying to heighten the pleasure of what was to come. To Liam's
surprise Ronaldo's response was to wave his hand. At first Liam had thought
that he was dismissing the need for lube but as the gesture continued he
understood. Ronaldo was gesturing toward one of the bedside tables. It
seemed that Ronaldo and Liam had had the same thought. A small bottle of
lube was resting on the table.

Liam let out a low deep sigh as he felt the cold slick liquid coat the head
of his cock and begin to flow down the shaft. With a practised ease Liam
ran his hand over the shaft of his cock fully coating his shaft in the
slick yet tactile liquid. A thin coating of the lube now rested over his
fingers and as he always had before Liam brushed his fingers against the
hole he was about to enter. What was different to all the times he'd done
this before however was that Ronaldo responded to Liam's touch. He pushed
back and onto Liam's finger and slick with lube it slipped into Ronaldo's
hold.

Ronaldo's moan was loaded with pleasure and what sounded distinctly like
relief. Liam meanwhile was unprepared for the warmth and tightness of the
hole around his finger. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling he decided, just
unexpected. It lacked the wetness of the pussy's his digits had slid into
before but it was tighter. It didn't stretch to meet his fingers in the
same way. Slowly he withdrew his finger from the hole.

"Fuck me!"

There was a desperate begging tone to Roanldo's voice. He seemed ready to
explode with the desire to finally feel Liam inside of him.

"Flip over. On your back."

Liam desperately wanted to feel himself inside of Ronaldo as well but he
was struck by another overwhelming desire. He wanted to see Ronaldo's face
as his cock slid into his hole. He wanted to see those gorgeous and perfect
features as his long thick cock opened up Ronaldo's tight little hole.

Ronaldo did as instructed and flipped over onto his back lifting his legs
into the air to expose his arse to Liam.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Liam rested Ronaldo's legs on his chest and
shoulders and carefully lined the head of his cock up with Ronaldo's
begging little hole. With their eyes locked together Liam pushed forward
with his hips and finally felt the head of his cock force its way inside of
Cristiano Ronaldo.

Ronaldo's eyes were wide and Liam couldn't quite read his expression. A
thousand different emotions seemed to be playing out on his incredible
features all at once. Pain and shock mixing with relief and pleasure mixing
with flashes of anger and everything else in between. Liam pushed in
deeper. One and then two inches of his cock making its way inside of
Ronaldo. He knew at this moment that flipping Ronaldo onto his back had
been the right call. Pure unadulterated pleasure was beginning to play out
on Ronaldo's face. A smile unlike any Liam had ever seen before. Eyes wide
and on fire with delight.

"Oh my fucking God yes!"

The accented voice seemed to echo in Liam's head. It was mixing with his
own deep guttural moans and grunts as he pushed deeper into Ronaldo. That
tight little hole was slowly expanding to accommodate his girth more
comfortably and Ronaldo seemed to be hitting an ever higher grade of
pleasure with every inch of Liam's considerable length that slid inside of
him.

Ronaldo's face was ablaze with pleasure and Liam drank it all in. The
intensity of that gleaming smile that seemed to spread to every corner of
the tanned face be it the high defined cheekbones or the deep dark
eyes. Liam wondered if his own face was as alive with pleasure as
Ronaldo's. Did his own smile and eyes tell the story of the pleasure that
was pulsing through his body? He hoped so because he felt every bit of
pleasure that was etched onto the gorgeous face before him.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

Liam's hips had finally pressed against the firm muscle of Ronaldo's
arse. Ronaldo's words spoke for them both. Liam had never felt anything or
anyone grip his cock quite like this. He'd never felt electric bolts of
pleasure shooting through his body like this either. It was truly
incredible.

Ronaldo's hands, which had been gripping at the sheets of the bed, were now
grabbing and clutching at Liam's body. Understanding what was desired Liam
leaned forward and the two men were kissing once more. It was a slower and
more soft kiss than before. Their tongues dancing around one another. When
it broke Liam kept his forehead pressed against Ronaldo's.

"I'm going to fuck you now"

Impossibly, Ronaldo's eyes seemed to blaze even brighter at this
declaration.

Liam pulled himself back up and slowly he began to withdraw from Ronaldo's
arse. The base and shaft of his cock slowly leaving the tight warmth of the
hole. And then he was sliding back in. Ronaldo let out a satisfied cry as
he felt the cock bury itself deep within him again. Liam repeated this
process again and again. Picking up speed and power with each
repetition. It took a minute or two but Liam was starting to hit his
rhythm. His hips rocking back and forth as his cock moved in and out of
Ronaldo. Judging by the delighted cries and the look of pure contentment on
the face of the footballing God Liam's cock worked just as well for men as
it did women.

"Fuck me!"

"You want it harder?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me! Say it!"

"Harder. Fuck me harder!"

As soon as the words hit his ears Liam thrust harder and deeper. He felt
Ronaldo's hands grabbing at his body once again but he ignored it and
focused instead on forcing his way deeper and harder into Ronaldo. He could
feel the hole opening for him now. Fully welcoming him in. He could hear
Ronaldo's delighted squeals as his thrusts became harder. Rougher.

Liam was lifting Ronaldo's powerful lower body now. Pinning his shoulders
down to the bed and almost folding him in half. He was stood above Ronaldo
driving his cock deep into that perfect hole. His hands grasping at the
hard smooth arse and pulling it further apart. Trying to make it easier for
his cock to drill deeper and harder into Ronaldo.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

"Take it! Fucking take it!"

Ronaldo's cries had raised in pitch as Liam continued to drill deep and
hard into him. His hands grabbing at Liam's legs and abs. Feeling the hard
defined muscles as they worked. Liam couldn't tell if he was trying to make
him stop or begging for more but it didn't matter. Instinctively he felt
himself going harder. Thrusting his cock with increased speed and power
into Ronaldo's hole. He could feel his load building. He could feel his
balls beginning to tighten. He was going to cum. The deep breathes and loud
low rumbling moans were dead giveaways. He looked down and could see that
Ronaldo wanted it. Was practically begging for him to cum.

No! This is not how he was going to cum tonight.

Liam withdrew from Ronaldo and took in some deep panting breaths. He saw
Ronaldo collapse back onto the bed beneath him. He was aware that both of
them were now covered in a light shining layer of sweat. He wondered if his
own body and muscles glistened and pulsed in the same way Ronaldo's were
now. Were his abs popping oiled in sweat?

"Ride me!"

Liam dropped down onto the bed himself now. He was sitting at the top with
his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out before him. His
hands fumbled round and quickly found the lube once more. He drizzled it
over the head of his cock so that his long hard dick was once again
glistening in lube.

Ronaldo scrambled up to his feet and for a brief moment was towering above
Liam. He looked an imposing sight. His large impossibly defined body
glowing and rippling in ways Liam had never seen. And, Liam noticed,
Ronaldo's cock was once again rock hard. For a fraction of second Liam was
struck by the idea of stroking it once more. Maybe even tasting it. This
thought passed as soon as it occurred though and Ronaldo was slowly
lowering himself into a squat. Liam watched as those insanely powerful leg
muscles worked. Ronaldo's thighs bulging as the footballer lowered himself
onto Liam's cock.

Both men released satisfied moans as the head of Liam's cock once again
worked its way into Ronaldo's hole.

Ronaldo continued to lower himself. Sitting lower and lower on Liam's
cock. Taking inch after inch back inside of himself. As Ronaldo continued
to drop deepier into his squat Liam found his hands grabbing at those
thighs. He seemed magnetically drawn to the powerful defined muscles. He
pushed and rubbed at them. They were so large and solid. Honed and defined
by a lifetime of football. Each move up and down Liam's cock seemed to work
a slightly different part of Ronaldo's thighs and legs. Liam could feel the
muscles shifting and straining as Ronaldo began to bounce on his cock.

"So... fucking... good..."

Ronaldo panted the words between breaths. His head was thrown back in
pleasure with a single hand resting on the bed behind him to steady himself
as he worked Liam's cock. Liam was sure that Ronaldo was alternating
between squeezing and losing his arse and hole. He could feel the varying
pressures on his cock and it felt amazing.

Just as amazing was being able to sit back and watch Ronaldo ride him. It
seemed like some kind of impossible dream. A tanned muscled God come to
life on his cock. Ronaldo's incredible muscular body rippling and tensing
in new and impressive ways. His pecs lightly bouncing with each move up and
down Liam's cock and his abs popping in ways Liam had never seen
before. Ronaldo had never looked more amazing than he did now. This was how
Ronaldo's marble carved work of art of a body was supposed to be
witnessed. It seemed so entirely insane that Cristiano Ronaldo would be
riding his cock and yet as he watched it happening it seemed so entirely
right. This, and not football, is what Ronaldo was made for.

As perfect as this moment was and as intense as the pleasure was, Liam
wanted more. He wanted to make this God come to life his. He needed to
truly fuck Ronaldo once again. To drive his cock deeper and hard into his
hole. To hear the way Ronaldo had squealed rather than just moaned in
pleasure and delight. He wanted to assert his dominance over Cristiano
Ronaldo and show him exactly who the alpha was.

"Off. Bend over."

Liam motioned toward the end of the bed as he spoke. He was going to take
Ronaldo from behind. Hard and rough.

Once again Ronaldo scrambled into position. Within seconds he had lifted
himself off of Liam with a reluctant and mournful sigh and bent himself
over the end of the bed. His smiling face was looking up at Liam from
between his feet and Liam couldn't stop himself, he moved his big toe
toward Ronaldo. He still remembered the greedy way Ronaldo had licked,
kissed and sucked on his feet and toes. The way this footballing God had
debased himself on his feet. Without hesitation Ronaldo popped the toe into
his mouth and sucked on it. His tongue licking and circling it as he did.

"Oh... that's nice..."

Liam absentmindedly stroked on his cock as Ronaldo's tongue and lips once
again explored his feet. Ronaldo seemed keen to discover every inch of
them. To taste every piece of flesh. Each toe found its way into his mouth
and Liam let the pleasure wash over him amazed at just how eager Ronaldo
was to please him. So cocky and confident in public and on the football
pitch but here he was in private, an eager little bitch begging to be used.

Liam pulled his feet free from Ronaldo's mouth and climbed off the bed to
his feet. He stalked to the foot of the bed and took in the glorious sight
of Ronaldo bent over before him. That now fully opened up pink hole exposed
to him. It was pulsating. Almost begging to be filled once more. Liam
resisted the temptation to immediately drive his cock back into Ronaldo. He
knew this was the endgame now. He would be cumming soon and he wanted to
commit every last detail of this to his memory. His fingertips ran down the
smooth tight flesh of Ronaldo's arse and then without warning his hand
smacked down across it.

Ronaldo gave a surprised shout as the smacking sound echoed in the room.

"You like that?"

There was no response so Liam slapped his hand across the cheek
again. Another surprised shout from Ronaldo.

"I asked you a question, did you like that?"

"Yes!"

Liam was surprised by the eagerness of Ronaldo's response. If it was an act
it was a convincing one.

"Do you like being my bitch?"

Another smack across Ronaldo's arse before he even had time to answer. But
as the slapping sound died away the response came.

"Yes... I love being your bitch!"

"Good boy!"

And then Liam was thrusting back into Ronaldo. His cock sliding back into
the willing hole. This time there was no slowly and steady build up. Liam's
cock was buried deep within Ronaldo in seconds. The footballer crying out
before Liam fully withdrew his cock. A second cry from Ronaldo as Liam's
cock once again dived balls deep inside him. Liam repeated the process for
a third time and got a third cry from Ronaldo.

There was no fourth however. Instead Liam withdrew just half of his cock
before powering back to the base.

"Yes! Fuck me like a bitch!"

Liam grabbed at Ronaldo's strong hips and began to thrust back and forwards
with increasing speed. He could hear himself grunting, moaning and almost
roaring with each thrust. Ronaldo was meeting these noises with cries of
his own. Liam's hands moved up Ronaldo's back to his shoulders as pushed
faster and harder into Ronaldo. His long powerful cock moving in and out of
Ronaldo's hole with strong confident strokes.

"Take my cock!"

"Yes! Give me it!"

"Are you my bitch?"

"I'm your bitch! I'm your bitch!"

As Liam continued to pound hard deep and rough he could once again feel his
balls beginning to tighten. He could feel his body beginning to tense and
his breathing was becoming more laboured. He knew that he was close but he
fought it. He wanted just a little longer inside of Ronaldo. Just a little
more of Ronaldo's hole contracting around his cock. He wanted to be in
control of this God of a man for just a little longer. To feel those
powerful muscles submit to him.

Liam fought against his orgasm as he continued to drive his cock into
Ronaldo. The muscles of his body tightened and contracted in ways that he'd
never felt before. He was sure now that his abs would be popping as
Ronaldo's had. That his biceps would be bulging in obscene new ways. He
would look like the muscled God he was fucking. The muscled God he had made
his willing bitch.

"I'm gonna... fuck I'm gonna..."

Liam let out a roar as the orgasm finally overpowered him.

Wave after wave after wave of pleasure hit him. He felt like he was
floating. His head was spinning and the room suddenly seemed brighter than
the sun. He became instantly aware that his whole body was shaking. Waves
of pleasure were quite literally rolling through him. He'd never felt
anything like it. His hands and fingers were gripping and squeezing at
Ronaldo's powerful muscles as the orgasm just kept hitting him.

Slowly the world stopped spinning. He felt the weight of his body again and
he could hear himself taking deep gulping breaths like he never had
before. For the first time he realised that his cock was still buried deep
inside Ronaldo. There was an extra layer of warmth and wetness gripping his
cock. He had cum inside Ronaldo. He had bred his bitch. He could feel his
cum slowly seeping out and running down his balls. He was sure it would
also be running down Ronaldo's legs and those incredible thighs. He
wondered just how big the load had been. The orgasm had been unlike
anything he'd felt before, had he been cumming the whole time?

Carefully, almost as if he were afraid he might now break him, Liam
withdrew his slowly deflating cock from Ronaldo. The small trickle of cum
that Liam had felt dripping from Ronaldo's used hole became a waterfall. A
steady flow of his cum streamed from Ronaldo's hole. It was running down
the footballers legs and dripping onto the carpeted hotel floor. Liam
didn't need to look to know that his cum had joined the thin layer of lube
coating his cock.

Ronaldo, apparently as spent and exhausted as Liam, crawled up onto the bed
as Liam took a step back from him. Liam noticed the wet patch on the end of
the bed and for a moment wondered how he'd managed to cum on the bed. Had
he cum so much and so hard that he'd somehow coated the end of the bed as
well? His mind soon caught up to reality though, Ronaldo must have cum
again. It was Ronaldo's cum and not Liam's that had stained the
bed. Although Liam's cum was beginning to stain the bed now as it continued
to flow from Ronaldo.

If Ronaldo noticed the cum staining the bed he didn't seem to care. He
seemed heavy, like a deadweight stretched out on the bed.

"Wow..."

It had been mumbled but Liam had still caught it. There were other words
too. More Portuguese that Liam couldn't understand but could tell from the
tone and look etched onto Ronaldo's face were of a similar meaning.

Liam's own body suddenly felt heavy as well. The empty space on the bed
next to Ronaldo suddenly looked too inviting to refuse. He half climbed and
half collapsed onto the bed. He was lying next to Ronaldo. Their eyes were
locked together again. Both men just staring at each other and taking in
the utter satisfaction on the other man's face. Liam had a fleeting
thought, was this what the women he'd fucked had felt like afterward? No
wonder they were such rambling messes! That thought passed those as his
eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.