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The Warm Up; Remember To Do Your Stretches
The England subs made their way to the bench and got settled in as England hosted Andorra at Wembley Stadium. England manager Gareth Southgate had made 11 changes to his starting line-up keeping a game in Poland just 3 days later in mind.
The game kicked off and after a few minutes Mason stood up to head to the locker room. The Chelsea star walked into the state-of-the-art facilities of England's national football stadium. The 22-year-old emptied his bladder with a satisfied sigh then flushed the toilet. Opening the cubicle door, Mason was greeted by the figure of recent Manchester City signing Jack Grealish. The Brummy lad placed his palm flat on Mason's chest and pushed the Chelsea star back into the cubicle. Following Jack into Mason's cubicle was the Chelsea star's best friend and West Ham vice-captain Declan Rice. Both Declan and Jack were beaming at Mason, the 22-year-old realised what was about to happen and that he had no choice in the matter, not that he would've stopped them anyway. The South Coaster pushed the toilet lid down as he stepped back and sat down.
Mason's eyes were now level with his teammates' waists. The 22-year-old looked Jack up from his boots, up his socks past the Brummy's thick, hairy calves, thicker thighs and up to his navy-blue shorts. Mason's eyes then moved across to Declan. His best mate's long white socks, rolled right up to the knees, then the West Ham midfielder's navy-blue shorts. The Chelsea midfielder then glanced at the lads with a cheeky smile.
In unison, Jack and Declan reached under their waistbands, pushing their jockstraps and shorts down below their balls. Mason's eyes flitted back and forth between Jack's and Declan's balls, both looking hairy and juicy, he didn't care who filled his throat first. Playing on the hallowed Wembley turf field was the pinnacle of any English footballer's career but for Mase, getting some prime D on the subs bench made the whole experience even better!
Jack was first to push his hips forward and Mason's automatic reaction was to turn his head towards the Brummy's long, fat cock while opening his lips. Jack slipped between Mason's lips and took hold of the 22-year-old's soft brown hair. "Fuck yeah." Jack growled in a low hum as his own instincts took control of his hips, sliding his mammoth 10-inch cock into Mason's willing skull. From the other side, Declan's hard cock pressed against Mason's smooth cheek. The West Ham midfielder had 8 inches of meat which had penetrated Mason many times before and would do again tonight, if he could wait his turn. Mason felt a thin strand of Declan's precum stick to his chin and smear itself over his smooth skin. The Chelsea star wanted to slip Declan's beautiful 8-inch cock between his lips but that space down was already preoccupied with Jack's fat cock. "That's it Masey boy." Jack grinned as he watched the South Coaster swallow his long shaft.
Jack stifled a groan into the back of his hand as Mason's wet tongue danced around his shaft. The Chelsea midfielder always managed to surprise Jack with his oral skills, the way his tongue slathered around the tip, searching for any sensitive spots then sliding the length of his shaft soaking it in his sweet saliva. The City star's hips jabbed his cock forward intermittently, helping Mason's slicken his shaft as those lips held Jack's hard shaft between them.
Declan moved his cock into position and giving Jack a second to pull himself free. Mason dropped Jack's cock from his lips before Declan's hard cock slipped straight between them. Mason's best friend wasted no time fucking his mate's mouth, the West Ham midfielder clenched his tight arse muscles and rammed his cock hard and fast between Mason's wet lips. "Yeah, that's it Mase." Declan hissed.
Jack sank to his knees between Mason's legs and pulled at the Chelsea player's shorts. Mason lifted his hips, careful not to move his head allowing Declan fuck his face and Jack to release his 7-inch boner. Keen for a swift finish Jack slipped his lips over Mason's head and swallowed the Chelsea star whole. Following their pregame warm up, Mason's pubes were carrying a hint of his musk adding to the Pompey lad's heavenly scent. The Midlander took hold of his own hard cock and as he sucked Mason, he stroked himself, keeping his cock hard and ready for more action.
Declan took a handful of Mason's hair and held it steady while he jabbed his cock hard and fast into the Chelsea midfielder's face. The West Ham midfielder beamed down at Mason's cute face as his best mate sucked at his cock rod. Mason's perfect hair was just begging to be pulled hard and Declan was happy to oblige, he knew that Mason loved to be made to feel like the little slut he was. While Declan's cock plunged into Mason's face, the West Ham midfielder poked his cock into the side of Mason's cheek to see it protrude from the Pompey lad's face.
Jack continued to suck hard at Mason's pole, but the City star was hungry for more. The Brummy lad pulled at Mason's thighs suggestively. Slipping off Mason's cock, Jack looked up at the Chelsea midfielder, "Stand up and bend over bro." Jack demanded. Declan held Mason's hair and forced his cock against the Pompey lad's tonsils while they changed positions. Mason got to his feet, following Declan's guidance and assisted by Jack's firm hands gripping his thighs and moving his arse in front of Jack's face.
Awkwardly moving into position, the two players bent Mason over at his waist and began to enter him from both sides. Declan's cock continued to slide back and forth within Mason's lips while Jack spread Mason's cheeks open, pushing his tongue into the Chelsea star's fuzzy hole. Mason's desire to scream the Wembley halls down was blocked by his best friend's cock filling his throat. The West Ham midfielder knew Mason could take his big dick, thrusting his hips forward into the Pompey lad's face he pounded Mason hard. [God, I'm such a slut!] Mason grinned to himself as Jack's tongue slipped between his tight walls. Jack pushed Mason's arse cheeks as wide apart as he could, swallowing the Chelsea star's sweet flavour. Wriggling his long tongue within Mason's ring, Jack lubed the Pompey lad's perfect hole, ready for the damage his huge cock was ready to administer.
Declan pumped his cock into Mason's throat allowing his best mate to lube him up using only his saliva. "He ready yet?" Declan whispered. Jack buried his face cheek-deep into Mason's warm arse cheeks and pressed his tongue into Mason's delicious cunt. Jack sucked hard, swirling his tongue within the Chelsea star ring and then pulled himself free of Mason's hole beaming, "All yours." Jack winked. Declan leaned back, pulling his cock from between Mason's lips. With a pop and a crisp slap as his head left the Pompey lad's red lips and crashed against his smooth stomach. The West Ham vice-captain placed his hands on his best friend's shoulders and firmly spun Mason around. Like a spinning top, Mason rotated to face a bare toilet cubicle wall with Jack below him ready to swallow the Chelsea midfielder's solid cock.
Jack stuffed Mason's boner into his mouth and pressed his nose against the Chelsea star's neat pubes. Mason has only a handful of seconds to enjoy the feeling of Jack's mouth pleasuring his cock before Declan's palms had spread his cheeks to press his throbbing head against Mason's pink entrance.
Declan's cock had entered Mason from this angle hundreds of times. Without looking down, he used his sensitive head to locate Mason's juicy arse lips and finding the sweet spot, Declan pushed directly up. Mason clamped the back of his hand against his mouth and stifled a groan of extreme pleasure as Declan's bare cock breached his ring and began to invade his tight insides. ["Oh, fucking, GOD!"] Mason's mind screamed as Declan's perfect cock curved up into his tight belly.
The West Ham vice-captain moved quickly into first gear, pressing his cock forward then sliding it back. Declan's eyes watched Mason's tight arse cheeks jiggle as he swung his crotch forward and connected with them within a couple of strokes. Mason's hole swallowed Declan's cock, hungrily sucking the shaft deep up inside the bottom. Reaching down to Mason's shoulder for leverage, Declan moved straight into a high gear and swung his entire back and forth fucking his best mate's willing hole.
The Chelsea star grunted internally, making no sound to the outside world while inside he screamed the house down. Declan's cock slipped into him so easily, so comfortably, filling his sweet belly as punishment for being the cheeky little lad he was. The West Ham captain's raw cock thundered up Mason's insides, the friction sending waves of pleasure through the pair of them while Jack clung on, on the other side.
Jack could feel a thick pearl of Mason's precum form on his tongue and spread out like a water droplet hitting a flat surface. The Brummy lad felt his own cock throbbing again at Mason's arousal, he couldn't wait to have his turn on the cute Chelsea star's arse. Until then, Jack was more than content with Mason's fresh pubes bumping into his nose, filling his nostrils with the Pompey lad's soft scent.
Mason stifled every moan and groan that strained to be released. If a member of the coaching staff caught them, they could be sure that Gareth would hit the roof, maybe even drop them for the next round of fixtures. A tough punishment for a young footballer approaching a World Cup, and yet, the consequences of being caught made all three lads even harder, slaves to their heavy, horny balls.
Declan's raw cock felt so perfect ramming itself deep inside him, finding its way to his tender prostate. With Jack's mouth clinging tight to the other side, it would only be a matter of time before the Chelsea midfielder blew his load, or would Declan shoot first? Would Mason be able to keep his load on board until Jack stuffed him with that insanely long, thick white dick?
Declan knew he was right on the edge with every deep stab into Mason's willing belly. The Pompey lad's insides were perfection for their tightness and warmth. The movements were almost robotic; they'd become so natural. Watching his raw, veiny shaft cutting into Mason made his balls tingle, begging him to slam it in once again. The faintest twist of his cock, leaning a little further to the right, gaining a little more angle and Declan felt that familiar sensation sweep through his entire body.
There was no need to thrust anymore, thrusting caused noise and they needed to keep all noise to a minimum. The West Ham vice-captain jammed himself in until he'd reached the hilt and stood there while his balls released their load. [Mother fucking Christ!] Declan and Mason thought in telepathic unison as the top's seed flooded Mason's insides. Mason clenched as tight as he could, his ring gripping tight around Declan's convulsing shaft. The feeling of thick salty milk shooting up into his cavity made the sexy young midfielder's eyes spin. Mason felt his own cock expanding, delighting in the power with which Declan's load shot into his body. Each blast of cum within him felt like a rocket firing into his hungry belly.
Declan shot 8 rockets in total, each shot harder than the last causing the top to shudder and lean down on Mason's lower back for support. The feeling of Mason Mount around his cock was the feeling every young gay top would love around their cock and added to the fact that Mase was his BFF, that homo-jealousy turned Declan on even more. The wave of emotion controlling Declan's body made everything feel so sensitive, so happy and reaching his height, Declan smiled before his orgasm officially ended, the shooting stopped and the top had that feeling of pure satisfaction.
Jack had already released Mason's cock from his mouth and the City playmaker had repositioned himself, standing alongside Declan impatiently stroking his rock-hard cock. Watching Declan begin to pull himself free, Jack hurried the West Ham midfielder along making a rotating hurry up motion with his free hand. "Keep a lookout." Jack whispered.
Mason watched Declan's feet walk past and slip out of the cubicle while he leant against the cubicle wall. The door closed and locked from the outside, Declan's thoughtfulness made Mason smile for a split second. Breaking that smile was the pressure of Jack's cock against his ring. Suddenly it was the Pompey lad's ring that was splitting as Jack's cock forced itself between Mason's weakened defences. There was a reason why Declan had to go first and that was a joke the entire squad knew. Jack's cock was massive, and as the Midlander fed himself into Mason's body, he felt the bottom struggling to accommodate him.
Jack advanced, forcing himself deeper into Mason's expanding belly and silently swore to himself. The Midlander's lean body pressed deeper into Mason's belly, the tight Pompey lad's body doing nothing to stop the top's bare cock from sliding as far up inside him as it insisted. Pushing beyond the point Declan's cock had reached, Jack penetrated a further two inches deeper, widening Mason's chute as it worked its way to Mason's tender sphincter.
Mason felt Jack's head slide beyond Declan's marker and begin to pleasure parts of him even his bestie couldn't touch. Jack's famous bulge didn't disappoint, the Brummy lad's 10-inch beast drove deep into Mason's expanding belly instantly thudding the Pompey lad's sphincter. For so many, Jack's humongous cock would be unbearable, but Mason's days being passed around as a Chelsea youth between teammates had prepared him perfectly for his professional career. Taking every inch without a sound Mason smiled happily pushing out his hole to offer as little resistance as possible.
The top quickly piled his entire body into Mason's warm cunt. Jack was sure Gareth would be giving him a run out at some point so with a smile he threw long, deep, hard shots into Mason's arse. Stimulating as much of his cock and as much of Mason's arsehole as he could with every thrust. Mason's tight hole brought incredible heights of pleasure to Jack's cock. Using every fibre of his conscience Jack resisted the urge to scream to the heavens above. Delivering his cock with firm blows straight to his hilt, Jack drove them both towards their climax.
That feeling of raw cock plugging his insides took Mason to his happy place. The Chelsea midfielder closed his brown eyes and focused on just the feeling of Jack's cock sliding within his tight tunnel. It was right up there with the greatest feelings he had ever felt. Every shot stretched is hole a little wider allowing Jack to plough him a little deeper to the enjoyment of both lads.
Jack's hands held Mason tighter, holding the slutty bottom closer to him and allowing Jack to drill the Chelsea star with all 10 inches of his solid cock. Ordinarily when Jack had the freedom, he would indulge in a tug of the bottom's hair, while slamming is horny crotch into their belly just to show him who was boss. Nothing turned Jack on more than to be a power top and he certainly was, but given their time and situational constraints, the Brummy bad boy had to settle for a quick rough but silent shag.
Each time Jack threw his body forward, his eyes studied the way Mason's tight hairy arse swallowed his long cock. The City forward had to admit he was impressed by the way that Mason took his pounding. Whether it was a 7-inch rod or Jack's 10-inch log it was still very impressive the way that the amazing bottom accommodated them effortlessly. As he mindlessly stroked, Jack rapidly accelerated towards his orgasm. The top gave Mason a gentle tap on his back causing the Chelsea star to turn and look back at him. Using one finger to beckon Mason up and whisper in his ear, the Midlander said "I'm pretty close, how about you?" "Same here!" Mason agreed with a smile.
The look in Jack's eyes changed with Mason's confirmation that he too was about to reach his climax. Jack's nonchalant demeanour turned from a gentle smile to an aggressive stare as he guided his cock intimidatingly with increasing yet calculated anger. Looking back down to his own cock, Mason placed his open palm down in front of his slit and rapidly beat his boner. Jack's cock rumbled across the underside of Mason's prostate and forced the Chelsea midfielder into a silent but almighty groan.
Mason's hot milk began to gush with powerful shots shooting across his palm. The Chelsea midfielder's cock flowed with cum pouring out of him like a river rushing over a waterfall. The feeling of a hard, thick cock sliding inside him brought Mason joy which he truly appreciated as his hand filled up with his warm jizz. Jack's long cock felt so big inside Mason leaving the Chelsea midfielder beyond satisfied as he milked his cock of his sticky semen.
The tightening of Mason's delicious ring around his shaft took Jack over the edge and placing a hand on Mason's shoulder to pin the bottom on his crotch, Jack exploded inside Mason's sexy cunt. The City star's cock and swollen head thickened as it unloaded inside Mason's hole, the Chelsea star's hungry arsehole swallowing every drop of Jack's load as the hung top shot his produce deep inside Mason's rectum.
Mason's orgasm was the first to finish, leaving a thick pool of cum in his clammy palm. The Chelsea midfielder waited patiently, appreciating the feeling of Jack's long hard cock swelling and shooting his seed into the Pompey lad's sexy belly. Mason clenched his hole tight, sucking any last cum from Jack's balls with the top more than willing to oblige. Silently, Jack squirted a couple of final ropes into Mason's sweet cunt, smiling as he pressed his pelvis tight to the bottom's warm arse cheeks waiting for that overwhelming feeling of happiness to subside.
The final wave of orgasmic pleasure drained from Jack's balls and giving himself just a few seconds to enjoy it, the top rocked forward and whispered to Mason, "Pulling out in 3, 2, 1." The Chelsea midfielder had just enough time to bite his lip as Jack's thick head slipped out of his ring. Mason's hole sealed itself quickly, holding Jack's cum as its prisoner. Both lads quickly pulled their shorts back up and straightened themselves up out, Mason gave the toilet door a light double tap then paused. After a second, there was a double tap from the outside in response. Mason unlocked the door and just before he opened the cubicle door, he turned his cum-filled hand towards the City midfielder, smooshing it into the 25-year-old's mouth then slipped out the door before Jack could react. Declan headed back towards the benches while Mason busied himself washing his hands as Jack came out to join him. "You're such a cunt." Jack muttered bitterly, licking up some of the Pompey lad's cum while cupping his hands full of water to wash his face. Mason didn't reply but with a grin the Chelsea midfielder backed away from the Jack returning to the benches holding his middle finger up on his left hand and making the wanker sign with his right.
The second half began and Gareth sent his substitutes out to warm up. "How's your arse?" Jack whispered as Mason did his stretches. "Ruined mate, I'm pretty sure I've got your cum dribbling down my leg." Mason giggled. The sight of Steve Holland calling them back wasn't what Mason wanted to see and on 62 minutes both he and Jack were sent on to the pitch at 1-0. "Finish the job lads." Gareth called, clapping the pair on to the pitch along with captain, Harry Kane.
END
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