This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
It was halfway through the awards ceremony that Michael Owen spied David Beckham across the room It had been two months since their `encounter' and Michael had managed to push it from his mind, but seeing David brought it all back. Making his excuses he left his table jacket in hand deciding to stop at the bathroom before leaving, an uncomfortable conversation with David something he desperately wanted to avoid.
Entering the bathroom Michael made his way over to the basin splashing cold water on his face, he looked up meeting his reflection in the mirror starring at himself searching his conscience over what happened with David. A male figure entered the room seeing Michael stood at the mirror, surveying him dressed in an off white fitted shirt and light grey tight pants.
"You ok?" A voice said.
In his trance Michael hadn't noticed he wasn't alone. Turning to his left he saw an instantly recognisable man, Cristiano Ronaldo cutting a striking image in a brilliant white skin-tight shirt open to mid-chest contrasting his olive complexion, and slim-fit navy blue pants.
"Uh yeah I'm fine!... We've never met properly but I feel like we should know each other, both being footballers I mean!" Michael said thinking how stupid he'd just sounded.
"Ha! I know what you mean!" Christiano replied moving to the tap to Michael's right remembering him as one of his inspirations growing up, Michael had achieved a lot at a young age something Ronaldo strived to achieve himself.
Finishing at the tap Cristiano stepped back leaning against the near wall a metre or so behind Michael.
"Whats the matter you seem on edge?" Ronaldo enquired.
" Oh its nothing just personal stuff!" Michael quickly responded hoping change the direction the conversation was headed.
Ronaldo's eyes moved over the back of Michael's body stopping when they found his butt, having never met properly before he'd never had the chance to noticed how amazing Michaels ass looked out of his football shorts, jutting from his body like two perfect globes encased in tight fabric only enhancing the appearance. Michael looked at Ronaldo's reflection in the mirror he still faced, noticing where his eyes lay and the inadvertent licking of his lips.
"Ermmm so are up for any awards tonight?" asked Michael pretending he hadn't noticed the direction of Cristiano's gaze and hoping to direct his attention away.
"Uhhh yeah!" Cristiano mumbled his eyes remaining fixed.
Caressing Michael's incredibly sexy ass with his eyes, Cristiano thought of his famous arrogance how he strutted around doing whatever he wanted, taking whatever he wanted not confining himself to any conventional boundaries, thinking only of his own pleasure and at this particular moment Michael Owen was the thing he wanted and Ronaldo had decided he was going to take him.
Michael saw Cristiano's hand massaging the front of his rapidly tightening pants, he felt nervous, hot noticing this, his breathing becoming heavy and uncomfortable.
"I want this and I'm going to take it!" Cristiano told Michael grabbing one of his ass cheeks and pushing his body to Michael's back pinning him to the basin. "Are you going to fight me?"
Michael couldn't respond he could only close his eyes and drop his head in shame at his inability to say no.
"Hahaha!" Laughed Ronaldo at Michael.
Pulling his keys from his pocket Ronaldo used his pen knife to cut open the back of Michael's pants without touching his skin, just enough to allow him access to Michael's hole. Michael felt this, first feeling shocked then horny as hell his cock rock hard pushing the front of his bulging pants. Roughly Michael felt two fingers enter him
"UHHHHH!" was all he could manage.
After a minute of finger fucking Michael's tight hole, Ronaldo opened his pants falling to his athletic thighs pulling his 8 inch meaty cut dick from it red underwear prison pushing them just below his muscular ass. Without warning he forced the whole length of his cock into Michael in one thrust.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Michael screamed in pain at the invasion.
"Shut up bitch! Someone might hear, you want people to know you take dick?" Cristiano snapped shoving the fingers he'd used to fuck Michael's ass into the other mans mouth.
Wasting no time Ronaldo began to roughly fuck Michael's hot tight ass, riding him hard and fast.
"You slut!" Ronaldo barked
"I no!" Michael moaned, ashamed and turned on at the same time.
In the frantic fuck Cristiano pulled at Michael's shirt ripping open buttons and pulling the front from his pants. Ronaldo watched in the mirror, he was fucking Michael Owen his childhood idol, he loved the pleasure and pain etched across Michael's handsome face caused by his hot, hard dick and the fact he had the power to fuck this world renowned footballer. Michael reached around behind him finding Ronaldo's hard muscular ass cheek, grabbing it and using it to force Cristiano's cock into his ass harder with all his strength to feel as much dick as he possibly could.
"You fucking dirty whore!" Ronaldo panted as Michael's hand guided his fuck.
Hearing these words coupled with Ronaldo's amazing power fuck, Michael's dick shot into his staining pants again and again.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhh!" All Michael could force from his mouth underneath Cristiano's relentless pounding of his ass.
Michael's body tightening as he came caused his insides to contract on Ronaldo's fat cock.
"Ohhhh, so fucking tight! I'm gonna CUMMMMMMM! FUCKKKKKKKkkkkk!" Exploding into Michael, Ronaldo shouted, emptying his massive load, shot after shot feeling like it would never stop but finally subsiding. Cristiano swiftly pulled his spent dick from Michael.
"Lick it clean bitch!" He ordered nodding his head towards his dick.
Michael fell to his knees, taking hold of Ronaldo's still hard cock, lightly licking at first tasting his first dick, then bathing the shaft and swollen head with his mouth loving the taste of his own ass mixed with Ronaldo's cum. Ronaldo looked at his reflection in the mirror tiding his messed up hair and ruffled shirt, looking down to see Michael Owen's head at his crotch.
"That's enough!" Cristiano said pulling from Michael's hungry mouth. "You might wanna clean yourself up!" Ha added dismissively zipping up his pants and tucking in his shirt before exiting the bathroom leaving Michael on the floor without a thanks or a goodbye. Dragging himself from the floor Michael turned to look in the mirror his hair a mess, his face sweaty, and though still fully clothed he had a wet patch where he'd cum in his pants, his shirt was ripped and untucked at the front, and turning he saw the tear in the seat of his pants that Ronaldo created to fuck him, looking as though it would give way to fully reveal his beautifully rounded fleshy cheeks. He began to tidy himself up his mind consumed with guilt and shame. Throwing on his jacket which luckily covered the evidence of his bathroom fuck he couldn't fix, he quickly headed for the exit to the large arena the awards where taking place in, praying nobody could sense the shame he felt at what had occurred. As he walked he could feel Ronaldo's load still inside him, he realised he'd been used then dismissed like some whore but... he'd loved it!
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