Gay Erotic Stories

I was a boot boy at old Trafford, home of Man Utd, the premier league champions, and home of the bubble-butt David Beckham. It was the start of the season and a Saturday afternoon at 3:00 PM. Liverpool was playing at Manchester. I was eager to clean the players’ boots today because I hoped I would catch a glimpse of the sexy Michael Owen, a sexy arsed bastard who was 21. I caught a glimpse of him coming out of the away-team’s changing rooms. As I saw him, he bent over and rubbed the thighs on his smooth tanned legs which made me rock hard. He moved his hand up the backs of his legs and I saw the bottom of his arse, he was just wearing a white jockstrap and I just caught side of the bottom of his arse cheeks. I nearly came in my pants. I watched the match until 15 minutes before and went back to the changing room. Michael was substituted at this point and came in the united changing room. When I looked at him, he smiled and asked whether I could massage him on the table. He let me strip him off and he was on all fours on the table wearing only his sweaty jock strap. I kissed his arse when massaging him. When I heard him groan I knew he wanted it, too, so I stuck my tongue up his sweaty arsehole and tongued his pink ringpiece that tasted absolutely fabulous. I slapped his arse and then inserted my now hard dick into his sweaty arsehole and fucked the scouse tart doggy style until I felt myself ready to explode. Then I pulled out and spurted my cream all over both of his arse cheeks and then let the scouser lick it off my dick and balls.