Gay Erotic Stories

Alan looked at himself in the mirror as he was towelling his naked body down after a shower at the England training camp. He'd always been pleased with his body, and gave himself a grin as he rubbed his manhood dry before reaching underneath to dry his balls. In the mirror behind him he could just see young Owen stepping out of his shorts and peeling off his pants, unleashing his - no, Alan, stop it. You've got the children to think of, you've played with fire already too often. Ruffling his hair he didn't notice as Michael ran naked into the shower slapping Alan playfully on the arse and saying 'you're gorgeous Al, now stop hogging the mirror'. There was just something about the lad he couldn't help it. When Michael emerged dripping from the shower, his surprisingly large and thick manhood hanging majestically beneath his mass of black pubic hair, he asked Alan to chuck him a towel. Alan, who was sitting naked on the bench just threw him his. Again, it was the thought of Michael rubbing his crotch dry using the same towel that Alan had dried his tackle with. Owen knew that Shearer had been having a few marital problems and decided to ask how things were. 'So so - she's got over the affair, just not really who it was with, I don't expect she ever will, but at least we're going to stay together for the kids'. 'You never told me who it was Al, do I know them?' Shearer had agonised for so long about telling anyone - suddenly he just found he couldn't keep it in anymore. 'Why do you think Ruud and me fell out so badly?' He watched as Michael finished rubbing his penis dry and his mouth just dropped - 'You're joking!' He looked at his friend 'You're not joking are you...' He went and sat next to Alan and instinctively put a comforting arm round his friend's shoulders. That was Michael though - he was like that - it didn't mean anything, Alan thought, his head racing. 'You can tell me if you like mate, I mean I'm a bit shocked like, but it doesn't matter, we can still be mates can't we...' Alan just found himself telling the young lad everything. From the time Gullit was on his own in the Newcastle dressing room with Shearer and just undressed - that was how it started anyway. Shearer just found the Dutchmnan's enormous manhood irresistible, even though he'd only ever had a very brief gay phase in his early teens. He told Owen about the way that him and Gullit would make love on the Dutchman's desk and how it all finished disastrously when Gullit's girlfriend had discovered them in bed together in Holland and had threatened to go to the papers and deny Gullit access to their child. As he glanced around the deserted changing room, he thought he saw a movement next to him, but was so conscious of not staring at Michael's penis that he only caught the merest hint of Owen getting a slight erection. But it was enough. Uncontrollably, Shearer's silky smooth 6 inch tool reached it's full 7 1/2 inch state, fully aroused and standing rock solid with Michael still sat next to him in the nude as well, with his arm around him. Then, he quickly looked down at the growing manhood between his friend's legs. Michael's penis had soon reached it's full size. Alan stared at it in awe - it reminded him of Ruud's - huge, thick and strong. Instinctively looking into Michael's deep brown eyes, he then reached down and took the lad's erect penis in his hand. 'That's nice Al..' Michael said contentedly. 'You can do a bit more if you like...' Alan just wanted the young stallion so badly. Furiously wanking Owen off, he felt Owen's big strong hand start running itself along his own shaft. Very soon he could feel Michael's load about to arrive, so he withdrew his hand and gently sat back on the young lad's lap, until he could feel the tip of Owen's penis start to ease itself so naturally inside him. He sat back deeply almost fully absorbing Owen's huge monster of a cock. Gently rocking and easing himself up and down, he felt Owen quickly reach a hugely enjoyable climax - bursts of warm semen flooding his arse. Withdrawing, he instructed the smiling young Owen to lie on his front on the bench. Shearer, first pressing his delicately hairy chest against Owen's back, then slipped in his throbbing penis and starter to give Owen the deepest warmest shag he'd ever given anyone. Owen was groaning with the electrifying mix of pleasure and pain, until Shearer could hold back the tidal wave no longer and fired jets of his cum inside the young virgin's arse. Pulling out he sat cuddled together with the boy until Michael whispered in his ear, 'Thanks mate, that felt great'. There would be many more such afternoons, he felt sure.