DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story and does not in any way assume or pretend to assume the sexual orientation of the persons involved.
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At 18, John was at the height of his dream. Since he was young, he had always dreamt of being close to the football legends he had been following since he was young. Now, he was an official ball boy for Manchester United, and there was nothing in his way to stop him. His only disappointment was that his girlfriend had ended up ditching him, saying that he was more focusing on football rather than her. Girls – who the fuck can figure them anyways?
These thoughts, just as from time to time, were going on through the young lad's mind as he was walking out of the pitch after his first-ever game as ball boy. Manchester United had easily crushed their opponents, Liverpool, and the mood was absolutely delirious. Lost in thought, John had not only lost track of time, but also of his friends and colleagues, who had long wandered off for a quick shower before preparing for a night of clubbing.
Not sure of where to go, the young teen went straight ahead, turning left as he saw the map of the stadium. This must be the right way, he asked himself, now suddenly turning back to reality and actually starting to panic. The corridors seemed endless and he really wanted to punish himself for getting lost in thought on the very first day at work. His friends must have already finished by now. Finally however, the scent of fresh deodorant and shower gel, together with the foggy mist indicated that he was actually close to his destination. As he opened the door, he was met by a cloud of fog so dense that he couldn't see absolutely anything within one centimeter from his eyes – it was like floating on a cloud. The showers were full on and though he could hear some indistinct laughter, he couldn't comprehend one syllable of it all.
Well, what do you have to do,' he thought. These guys are some fuckin' noisy wankers!' Dropping his gym bag on the floor, he quickly stripped butt naked, heading towards the direction from where the sound of the water was coming. It was here that he noticed something extremely strange. As the fog condensed, the silhouettes he started noticing were of nothing but young teenagers like him. It all then happened so quickly that he didn't even know what came first: realizing that the persons in front of him actually belonged to the Liverpool squad, or getting a chill down his spine when a loud, sarcastic voice bellowed behind him, just as a hand out of nowhere grabbed both his ass cheeks.
As he turned, he immediately recognized the face. "Well look you fuckers, Man United's sent us a consolation prize guys," said Steven Gerrard, his face just one large smirk. With one swift move, two other players grabbed hold of John's petrified body, engaging both his arms and legs as if he was a lamb ready to be sacrificed. John didn't even have the time to realize what was happening before with an extraordinary force, Steven Gerrard force open his mouth to push in his ten inch giant of a cock, groaning in pleasure as the helpless boy slurped on the meat. Clearly overjoyed, the footballer soon started pumping his rock hard dick in and out of the young ball boy's mouth for what seemed like forever, till John though he was about to throw up. "There's no stopping now" a smirking Gerrard said, and the others around the two just laughed. They knew their turn was soon to come as well, and were clearly preparing for it all, working on their rock hard tools as they looked at the pair in front of them.
Suddenly, Gerrard started pumping with more pressure, till he groaned, and then shouted "FUCK I'M GONNA- I'M GONNA- I'M GONNA!!! CUUUUUUUUUUUM!!!!" and SIX shots of hot, pearly white ropes of man seed filled the young man's face, mouth, hair and torso. Gerrard just laughed and turning back to his mates, said "You've got a great one here guys, he's all yours!"
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