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Gareth Barry was frustrated. Home alone on a Friday night. As if that wasn't bad enough, the papers were literally busting with pages of transfer gossip about him. Would he go to Liverpool? Who knows. Watching the sports news, he looked on with envy at the sight of Robbie Keane proudly holding a Liverpool scarf aloft. Grimacing, he angrily switched off the television.
He walked through his roomy house and grabbed an ice-cold beer from the fridge. Just then, the doorbell rang. "Who the hell could that be", exclaimed Barry.
Opening the door, Gareth was surprised to see Steve Sidwell, Villa's new signing. "Hey Gareth, how you doing?" enquired Sidwell. "I've just moved in down the road, thought I'd pop round and see my new teammate's pad!"
"I'm fine, Steve, come in! It'll be nice to have some company, I'm having such a boring night!"
Gareth noticed that his teammate had brought round some beer, which was excellent news, as he only have five or so left in the fridge, and was feeling pretty thirsty! He stowed Steve's away in the freezer to chill and grabbed a cold one for his guest.
As Sidwell drank from the bottle, Gareth admired his teammate's figure. He was a couple of inches shorter than Gareth, but his athletic and toned body more than made up for that. He was wearing a rather tight-fitting polo-shirt, which showed off his gorgeous upper-body well, and a pair of grey smart-casual trousers which also fitted quite snugly. Best of all, he was wearing flip flops, which gave Gareth a great view of his feet. And Gareth loved feet.
The two men started a tour of the house in the living room, where they were quickly sidetracked by Gareth's massive plasma screen tv and games console. Sidwell was beside himself with delight- Gareth had the latest PES game and he wanted nothing more than to play it. Gareth was more than happy to oblige, but stipulated a rule- for every goal conceded, you had to take a big gulp of beer.
"Ha! You'll be pissed after three games and I'll be sober as a judge!" joked Sidwell.
The two were evenly matched, however, with each winning four games each. Both were also quite prolific goalscorers, meaning that both men were now getting quite drunk.
"I need a slash" announced Sidwell.
"Third right at the top of the stairs" retorted Barry.
Sidwell headed upstairs, but instead of going to the toilet, he decided to have a snoop around his teammate's house. The first room was pretty non-descript, probably a guest room. The second, however, was slightly more interesting, and was obviously Gareth's bedroom, judging by the mess it was in! Sidwell slid in the door to have a proper nose around. He noticed a white stain on the bedsheets- the telltale sign of recent sexual activity. He couldn't resist having a sniff at the sheets, which had that fantastic manly odour that always got Sidwell horny. As he got up to move away from the bed, something caught his eye poking out from underneath. It was a magazine... Attitude magazine to be precise. Sidwell was amazed! He absent-mindedly flicked through the magazine, which had a special on James McAvoy, who Sidwell thought was fucking hot.
"Well, well, well, what have we here then?"
Sidwell whirled round in embarrassment, for he had be caught snooping by Gareth! Gareth wasted no time and walked smartly over the Sidwell, took the magazine out of his hand and pushed him on to the bed. Sidwell could only stammer a vague apology. Gareth's hard cock was visibly tenting in his loose tracksuit bottoms and Sidwell couldn't take his eyes off it, and indeed felt his own prick stiffening.
"Strip" ordered Gareth, who had a hand down his joggers and was wanking himself off.
Sidwell did as he was told. Firstly, he removed his polo top revealing his toned upper body, which was covered in a sprinkling of ginger hair. Then, his trousers came off, revealing then tent his throbbing cock was making in his loose boxer shorts. Gareth had stripped down to his boxers too, and the two men eyed each other greedily.
Gareth bent down on to the floor and gently took out Sidwell's cock and began to lick the shaft up and down. Sidwell moaned with ecstasy as Gareth's tongue traced patterns all over his cock. He ran his fingers through Gareth's hair, guiding his head up and down. Gareth used his free hand to play with Sidwell's balls, which hung loose under his hard cock.
After a good suck session, Gareth stood up and kissed Sidwell deeply on the lips. He then disappeared back down... much further down than he had before, and started to suck on Sidwell's toes. This sent Sidwell into ecstacy, and he began to beat his meat with gusto. Gareth, meanwhile, had freed his own cock and was steadily wanking it.
Gareth could feel himself becoming close to ejaculation, and from the groans Sidwell was making, he guessed he was close too. Joining Sidwell on the bed, Gareth sat on Sidwell's thighs so he could join their stiff cocks together and wank them both to a climax.
Sidwell shot first, his load hitting him square in the face, dripping down over his eyes and in his mouth. Gareth angled his penis so his cum would also drench Sidwell's face, and shot his massive load. Sidwell groaned in pleasure as Gareth's hot, sticky cum landed on him, opening his mouth wide so to taste it.
Exhausted, Gareth fell on top of Sidwell and slowly began to lick the cum off his teammate's face, every so often stopping to kiss him and give him a taste. It wasn't long before he had licked him clean.
"Didn't you need to go to the toilet?" quizzed Gareth
"Ha ha, so I did!" laughed Sidwell, and he bounded out of the room, this time taking the third door on the right.