Gay Erotic Stories

***The following is a work of fiction*** March 23rd marked the opening of the 2002 MLS season and one of the match ups was the Columbus Crew vs. the Chicago Fire. The game ended 2-0 in favor of the Fire and after the game, soccer stud Brian McBride, the 6’1”, 170 pound forward, visited the Fire locker room to congratulate his 5’8”, 160 pound counterpart, Josh Wolff. Josh scored the goal that put the game out of reach for the Crew. Brian and Josh are teammates on the US National team that competes and will compete in the World Cup. By the time the blonde, extremely good-looking McBride got to the locker room, most of the Fire had dressed and left. Josh was still in the whirlpool. He tended to stay extra long due to a chronic foot injury that needs special attention. “Say, that was some hot shot you got against us today!” Brian said. “Thanks, Brian. I was lucky. I’ll be out of here in a minute or two. Can you hang out for a while?” “Sure. As a matter of fact, there is something I wanted to talk to you about. I figured seeing how we were friends and ‘teammates’ I could talk to you.” “Shoot Bri.” “Well, it is sort of difficult, I mean…” “Just say what you have to say, man.” “It’s like this: there is this rumor going around that you, well, you had sex with a guy. Michael Owen to be exact. And I was wondering if it were true, and more importantly, what was it like.” “Yeah, it’s true,” Josh said candidly. “And Owen was hot. I mean I don’t do guys all the time, but Michael was here and wanted to do me, so I had to stand up for America. It was no big deal. Why all the interest?” “I’ve had these thoughts in the past, wondering what it would be like to be with a guy…” “You want me to fuck you. Is that it?” “Yeah, I guess that is what I am asking.” “OK, but here’s the deal: We have about 2 weeks here at the start of the season until we start having one game a week on the weekends. If I do you, then during that week we have off, you and I are going to take a quick trip to England. I have some unfinished business and I need someone to go with me. Understood?” “Yeah. Besides we have to be over there in April to play a game against Ireland.” “Good. Now if you are a virgin,” Josh continued, “I am going to need to give you a crash course over the next few weeks.” During the next two weeks, Josh saw Brian almost daily and taught him the finer points of fucking, sucking and how to control another guy. Brian was an apt pupil and by the time they were on board their flight to London, Brian was primed for what was ahead. Josh still had not really told him what was going to happen, but Brian knew he had enjoyed everything Josh had done to him over the last two weeks. Brian playfully asked Josh to go to the lavatory with him. Once in the crowded quarters, Brian shoved Josh against the wall, began groping him and kissing him. “Oh Josh, you have been so good, so hot the last two weeks. The one thing I didn’t get to do was to fuck you. Can we do a mile high fuck right here?” Josh just wrapped his arms around the taller McBride and as his tongue explored Brian’s mouth, his body language gave his consent. McBride had been a better pupil than even Josh realized. The close quarter fuck was about as hot as anything Josh Wolff had ever experienced. He knew their time in London would be a success. As they settled in their hotel, Brian asked Josh, “Are you ever going to tell me what we are doing here? Because if it doesn’t work out, I’ll be happy to just stay here for the week with you, and never leave the room.” The king size bed looked inviting and Brian shoved the smaller Josh onto his back on the bed and for the next hour he gave Josh everything he wanted and more. Josh had created a true love machine. Suddenly, they were interrupted by a knock on the door. “This is it,” Josh told Brian. “This is what, Josh?” Brian questioned. “Why we came to London. I didn’t want to tell you anything because I figured you’d play this like you do on the soccer field, wild and reckless. If you knew ahead of time you’d think too much about it. I want, no I need you to be spontaneous.” Josh pulled up his shorts and went to the door. Brian hung around the bed and a moment later he was taken back by the sight of maybe the two hottest soccer gods in England, if not Europe. Standing there with Josh were Michael Owen and David Beckham. Michael was obviously interested in Josh from the get-go and Beckham came over, put his hand on Brian’s left thigh, smiled and winked at him. Brian melted. Josh had forgotten just how hot Michael was and what fun it was dominating him and milking him dry many times over on Michael’s visit to America. He decided to renege on the deal they struck when Michael left. Josh first went over to Brian and whispered in his ear, “David thinks you are here to be his submissive boy toy slut. Take his fuckin’ ass out on the couch and don’t let him off his back all night. You can do it. I’ve decided that Michael is not going to have his way with me like he thinks.” “You blokes ready for us Brits to bust you?” Michael asked. “Yeah, but Brian is a bit shy about group sex. He’d be more comfortable with David out on the couch. Besides, that gives us the entire bed to play on.” “I’ll enjoy putting him down on the leather out there,” Beckham said. Beckham grabbed Brian’s hand and led him out of the bedroom and they shut the door as they left. Michael walked over to Josh and began explore Josh’s body with his hands. Josh moaned as Michael ran his tongue in and out of his left ear and he drifted back to the bed and Michael mounted him. “Mike, let me take these shorts off, OK? I want to see that beautiful body of yours in the buff.” Josh knew he could handle Michael once they got started. He would let Michael fuck him once. Josh was getting very excited at the thought of being with this most handsome of soccer hunks. Mike’s movie star looks combined with his athletic body, and sexy ways made him maybe the most marvelous suck and fuck possible. As Michael took a top position with Josh he began rubbing the American’s chest, arms and then his thighs. Josh’s sensitive inner thighs were spread easily and Michael’s dick was already hard enough to penetrate Wolff’s wondrous hole. “I’m just going to spit a bit and finger your hole before I fuck your American arse.” Josh moaned, groaned and grunted as Owen drove deep into his ass with his long forefinger. “Aw, Mikey, I can’t wait to feel your big strong dick inside me. I want all 10 inches of your British bone deep inside of me.” Josh then wrapped his own gorgeous legs around Michael’s slender waist and worked his steel-hard calves to rub and rest on Michael’s amazing hamstrings. Owen elevated Josh’s butt up just a bit and placed his mushroom head dick at the slightly spread opening of Josh’s perfect pucker hole. He shoved gently and his cock head slipped past Josh’s sphincter and sucked his dick right in. Michael rocked the Chicago Fire forward and in just a few thrusts his entire 10 inches of Michael meat was inside Wolff. “Oh Michael, OhhhhhhhMike, Ohhhhhhhhhhmy, you are so hot, so good, just keep fucking me and don’t stop!” Owen kept thrusting his hips, and after about 10 minutes, Josh wrapped his arms around Owen’s smooth shoulders and rolled him onto his back. Josh positioned himself on top of Owen with Michael’s hard throbbing cock in him. Josh continued to allow Owen to thrust up and down with his strong hip movements. Finally, Josh pulled off of Owen and grabbed Owen’s hot soccer stick with his left hand and began a furious stroking of the ready-to-explode dick. Josh took one little nibble on Mike’s piss slit and it sent Owen over the top. His cum flew out of his British boy shaft and all he could do was moan out loud, “MMMmmmmmooooooooooaaahhhhhhh!” Josh slid his body in between the great Owen legs that lay before him and rested his body on top of Mike’s. As he did, they could hear Beckham yell from the other room, “Ohhhhhhh, Brian! Do me again!” “Seems like David is getting the same treatment you are. Owen boy, I have dreamed of having my way with you again. It appears that is going to happen. I am going to drain you of all your London liquid again and again.” Josh got Owen’s cock fully erect again and attached an adjustable cock ring to the base of his shaft. “There,” Josh said with satisfaction, “that should keep you hard as a rock for a while and when I want your cockney cream I’ll just ease up on the tension. In the meantime, you should get settled in for a long night.” Josh had fun playing and sucking on Owen’s walnut-sized nuts, fingering his butt and making sure that every 20 minutes he drained the boy wonder of his jock jizz. The only time he would stop was when they would hear the moans, groans and sounds of Beckham coming from the other room. “Brian seems to be handling your Beckham boy OK. I can’t wait to get a report from him on how he turned your buddy into his slut slave.” After about 4 hours of having his cock worked over, Owen was begging for Josh to stop and it only made Josh do it more. Josh was now in the mood to fuck the sexy striker. He took Owen to the bathroom and they got into the shower. As the warm water trickled over Owen’s head, Josh fucked him the way Brian had screwed him in the lav on the plane flight over. Michael loved it, and by the time they got back to bed the soaked soccer stars were hot again for each other. The rest of the night Josh showed Owen the best ten positions to fuck a soccer stud. After each position he made sure he milked Mike dry. As morning approached, Brian carried Beckham into the room and placed David next to the exhausted Owen. It wasn’t long before the two British boys were snuggling in each other’s arms. As Brian and Josh retired to the leather couch to share adventures of the evening, Owen rolled on top of Beckham. The American team of Wolff and McBride took their conquest in stride, and enjoyed taking turns with each other before they got some much-needed sleep.