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Subject: Behind Blue Doors Disclaimer: Hey folks, this story is just a fantasy and I have no evidence that this actually happened, but we can all dream. Stay healthy and practice safe sex! Happy reading. Previously: Lilywhite Hoops Tom felt used and abused, Jack’s long cock stroked his G-spot as it drummed harder on his sphincter, his mind raced with the image of Jack’s bare naked arse, his tight hairy balls and his juicy thighs stretching Tom open like an innocent wannabe-WAG. Premier League Football – Behind Blue Doors Jack trotted over towards Mason as the midfielder tried to find space in the packed area. Willian took a short run up before clipping the ball into the area. Mason made to dart away from the teenager, “ughhhh!” The 21-year-old groaned stopping in his tracks and turning to the referee, nothing given as the ball was headed clear. The ball ran out for a throw in, Mason shot Jack a dark look as the teenager kept his distance raising his hand apologetically. The final whistle blew, Chelsea 7-1 QPR. “I’m sorry mate, I didn’t mean to…” “if you wanna hold my balls you only have to ask.” Mason replied tongue-in-cheek as the players swapped post match greetings. “Ahh, nahh I was just trying to stop you getting away from me.” Jack chuckled, missing Mason’s joke completely. “No harm mate, just play nice next time.” Mason winked. “Yeah course mate.” The Yorkshire-boy grinned, patting Mason on the hip. “Can I swap shirts with you?” Jack beamed, “yeah course.” Mason beamed moving to remove his shirt, “ahhh shit, we can’t.” He sighed remembering the strict COVID restrictions placed on the players. Jack’s heart sank disappointed he couldn’t think of a way to get the Chelsea star’s shirt. “Mason held his hand over his mouth, “hang back and after you pick up your bag take a left and go down the corridor. Swap you there.” Mason winked. “Ok cool, I won’t be so rough this time.” Jack winked back deliberately. Mason knew that wink, [Fuck yes I will] he nodded to himself eyeing the teenager up and down. “You mind if Billy’s nearby?” Mason asked boldly, Jack shook his head. “Right then, we will be there in 10 mins or so.” The Chelsea boys entered the locker room, “hey Billy.” Mason whispered, “fancy a bit of mischief?” “What are you talking about?” Billy hissed, “two words, Jack Clarke. He wants to swap shirts.” Mason grinned. “How do you mean swap shirts?” Billy whispered, still looking confused. “I’m not even sure, but I’m definitely gonna find out and you’re more than welcome to join.” Mason sniggered. Billy definitely wanted to find out, the Scot got his things together and then began to fiddle about until Mason was ready. Mason threw his bag over his shoulder and Billy followed suit. The 21-year-old heading through the door with the teenager tracking him a few steps behind. They turned down a corridor off route and continued along before Mason turned, opening a door and headed into another bathroom. Billy followed him in and they waited, Mason held his finger to his lips and kept his ear close to the door. They waited in silence for a couple of minutes, Mason’s heart hammered away wondering if the teenager was still going to join them or if he’d had second thoughts. His eyes looked across the room at the Scot, the little 19-year-old was more than enough to satisfy most people, but Mason was feeling greedy, he had to have both his main course and his dessert today! Billy watched Mason intently, the mischievous Pompey lad was going to get him in so much trouble and yet he didn’t care. Mason suddenly shifted, moving his ear closer to the door before pulling it ajar very slowly and peering through the crack. Billy could feel his heart thumping as Mason checked the identity of the outsider. Mason stepped back pulling the door wide open and the Q.P.R. teenager crept into the toilets timidly. “Hey” Mason beamed whilst Billy smiled pleasantly, Jack’s eyes flashed between the pair of them. “You alright?” he grinned, “yep.” Mason smiled, peeling off his shirt and pulling it over his head. Both teenagers watched the sexy older boy revealing his smooth toned body, his tight brown nipples and toned abs. Jack licked his lips hungrily as Mason approached him, the Pompey lad’s shirt rolled up in his hand. Jack moved to take the shirt from Mason who dropped it aside, “now yours.” grinned the 21-year-old. Jack hastily pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground on top of Mason’s. The Pompey lad glanced over to Billy giving an impatient look, “what are you waiting for?” Mason grinned at the little Scot. Billy took off his shirt and approached the sweaty pair as Mason took Jack’s face and kissed the teenager straight on the lips. As Billy reached the pair of them Mason opened a gap slightly whilst he continued to kiss the Yorkshireman. Billy moved forward with his own tongue out and joined them in a cheeky three-way kiss. Their tongues wiggled together, Mason sniggering happily before stepping back and pushing the teenagers together. Mason ogled the pair of them, their smooth sweaty skin sticking to each other as the confident Yorkshire lad began to take charge. Jack raised his arms up around Billy’s slim body and pulled the Scot in firmly. Their tongues began to dance merrily, the little Scot relaxed into the taller boy’s arms and reached around to clutch at Jack’s waist. Mason moved around behind Billy and slipped the Scottish boy’s shorts and boxers down past his knees to the floor. The Scot’s smooth, pale cheeks stood firm and round, curly brown hairs were clustered around his hole and moist with his sticky sweat. The Pompey lad sank to his knees behind Billy and smiled at the view ahead of him, with his tongue outstretched he made contact with Billy’s soft hole. Billy moaned through his nose in reaction to Mason’s tongue lapping at his ring, he moaned again as Jack’s wandering hand located his shaft and held it firmly. Jack’s fingers slid down towards Billy’s base, feeling the Scot’s hard tool pulsing as his hand descended. Behind the wee Scot, Mason’s tongue pressed harder at his entrance. The teenager closed his eyes and pushed out, his ring parting to allow Mason’s tongue to slip between his tight flesh. The Pompey lad beamed as his tongue slithered back out and along Billy’s musky hole. The 21-year-old’s fingers traced carefully around the little man’s entrance before pushing firmly at Billy’s doors. Without thinking Billy closed his eyes and pushed out again, whilst Jack stroked him from the front, Mason’s finger began to enter him from the back. Mason ran his tongue along Billy’s peachy left bum cheek, the 21-year-old kissed against the little Scot’s soft pale cheek, sucking the skin hard to leave a large pink love bite. The little Scot moaned in Jack’s mouth as they kissed, the Yorkshire boy smiled whilst rubbing his fingers over Billy’s pink head. Billy felt like the luckiest boy in the world, the two lads pleasuring him were both very much worth a wet dream and Jack could feel the excitement first hand as Billy’s head squeezed out a drop of sticky precum. The Yorkshire teenager pushed himself away from Billy’s mouth and smiled into the little Scot’s eyes. Jack’s fingers released Billy’s cock and raised them to his lips sucking them clean, Billy watched his clear string of precum clinging between the Yorkshire lad’s fingers before letting out another soft moan as Mason’s tongue invaded his hole again. “Delicious.” Jack beamed with a nod of satisfaction followed by a beaming Yorkshire smile, Billy melted with happiness. It was the Scot’s turn to reach down into Jack’s underwear, slipping his fingers carefully between the white fabric and Jack’s sticky yet smooth pale skin. Billy’s hand closed around Jack’s tip and slid down his uncut bursa escort bayan cock, the Yorkshireman shuddered whilst his hard dick throbbed, [big boy] Billy smiled. The little Scot’s fist slid along Jack’s pole, picturing the thickness and the girth of the beautiful boy’s wand. Jack’s eyes locked on to Billy’s and remained locked as he reached under his waistband to peel his boxers down. Jack pushed his boxers halfway down his thighs where they remained stuck to his sticky skin, Billy grinned surveying the winger’s slim toned frame, [fucking gorgeous.] Mason’s eyes peered around Billy’s arse and locked on to Jack’s exposed crotch. The 21-year-old left the Scot’s arse and shuffled across the smooth floor on his knees between the two teenagers. Jack looked down at Mason before looking back into Billy’s brown eyes. Mason took hold of Billy’s rigid 7.5 inches while his mouth closed around Jack’s thick 8 inches. The pair above him exhaled deeply through their noses as Jack initiated another kiss between them. Mason slid straight to the base of Jack’s pipe and held the Yorkshire lad’s head against his tonsils for as long as he could. The Pompey lad took in a long whiff of Jack’s scent through his wide nostrils, [heavenly] Mason grinned to himself with his cock pulsing in agreement. Jack’s 8 inches stroked the back of Mason’s throat sending tingles through the teenager’s slender frame. On Mason’s opposite side, Billy too shuddered at the expert touch of his teammate’s fingers running along his hard shaft. Mason sucked hard at Jack who moaned softly, Billy grinned at the Yorkshire lad knowing just how good his teammate was with his tongue. The little Scot didn’t have to wait long until his cock was back inside Mason’s warm mouth. Billy’s reaction was to coo softly, Jack joined him, shuddering as Mason’s fist rolled along his throbbing wood. The 21-year-old grinned to himself each time he alternated between the hard cocks, devouring them straight to the back of his throat each time he changed, teasing approving sound effects with the stinky scallies above him. The horny teenagers swirled their tongues together once more, the three sweaty bodies only intensifying the heat of the room around them. Mason stayed for a prolonged stint on his teammate’s cock. Bobbing into Billy’s sweaty crotch, Mason’s tongue cleaned Billy’s pole hungrily. Meanwhile, Mason’s fingers crept round to Billy’s moist ring again and placing two fingers at the little Scot’s entrance he pushed firmly. Billy squealed through his nose, tongue tied by Jack’s oral intrusion. Mason flicked his tongue around Billy’s head as his fingers pressed deeper inside Billy’s loosening ring. Mason’s fingers twisted and turned, sliding along the 19-year-old’s sweet ring. The Pompey lad’s fingers were about two-thirds of the way into Billy’s sweaty little cunt before Mason withdrew. Mason’s jaw needed a break and in his other hand, Jack’s cock was raging for some penetration. Billy popped out of Mason’s mouth and felt his ring clamp shut. The teenagers broke their kiss as Mason took a short breather. “Jack, stand here and Billy, you back on to him.” The older lad instructed. Neither teenager showed the slightest hesitation as they moved into position. Their football shorts around their ankles and their long socks up to their knees, Billy turned his arse towards Jack and backed up slowly. The Yorkshire lad placed a hand in Billy’s bum to guide him whilst the little Scot held Jack’s 8 inch pipe and placed it against his ring. In unison, they tensed and Billy took a bite out of his lip as Jack’s raw, thick head pierced his tight ring. Jack’s head forced its way into Billy’s darkness, the Scot’s tunnel felt like pushing Jack’s arm into the warmest, tightest sleeve. The Yorkshire lad’s hand gripped Billy’s soft arse cheeks for leverage as he persevered at burying his head within the sexy Chelsea midfielder. Billy’s soft, Scottish moans came with every inch that Jack’s cock advanced deeper into his tight twinkish belly. Mason rolled to the side and took out his phone, hitting record his camera focused on Jack’s long skinny legs in his long football socks. Moving up their bodies the Chelsea star zoomed in on Jack’s cock as it sank deeper into Billy’s tight cunt, slowly but surely splitting Billy’s soft pinkness. Mason moved in for a close up taking a shot of Billy’s hole stretching around the Q.P.R. winger’s wide, veiny shaft. Mason’s camera work took him up Billy’s sweaty back and then moved across to Jack’s sexy, smooth abs. As Mason backed away for a wider view again, Jack began to slide his cock back and forth within Billy’s loosening hole. The skinny Yorkshire twink looked enticingly sexy, his smooth toned frame rocking forward with increasing speed and rhythm. Mason zoomed in on Billy’s face for a short second, the blush in his cheeks told of Billy’s pain whilst the mutterings of encouragement told of his willingness to be ploughed as deep as the top was prepared to go. Jack glanced over to Mason and grinned before looking back down on Billy’s pale body. The top’s hands squeezed Billy’s sides together tighter still as he pressed his cock ever deeper into Billy’s tight cunt. The warmth of the young Scot, encasing Jack’s throbbing raw bellend forced a long happy moan from the Yorkshire lad. To their side, Mason’s cock was beginning to feel hungry, the way Billy slid so easily up and down Jack’s cock made the decision for him, Mase wanted a piece of the action. Mason placed the phone steady, leaning against two shirts he’d pushed together and moved in round behind Jack. The moaning Yorkshire teen was so engrossed in the pocket Scot backing onto him that he didn’t notice Mason kneeling behind him. The Pompey lad held Jack’s cheeks apart and pressed his face into the warm hole, wet with the teenager’s sweat. Mason grinned with his face full of Jack’s warm cheeks, the Yorkshire twink’s dank hole tasted just as good as Billy did. From the opposite side, Billy’s whimpers continued as he pierced himself on Jack’s long rod. The Scot half turned to place a hand on Jack’s chest as he fucked himself. [Fuck me this is a good day] Jack told himself looking into Billy’s deep brown eyes whilst down below, Mason’s tongue slipped within his own pink ring. The 21-year-old ran his tongue under Jack’s hairy balls, taking time to appreciate the sticky sweat clinging within the bush of curly brown hairs around the teenager’s tight balls then returning back to the QPR midfielder’s tasty hole. “Grrrr, yeah.” Growled Jack as Mason’s tongue ran along his slit once more. He felt the Chelsea midfielder’s tongue leave his ring and continue up his sweaty back. “Can I fuck you?” Mason whispered gently into Jack’s ear while Billy watched them. The Yorkshire scally turned to Mason and gave him a confident nod. Mason’s was going to be the first cock his arse had taken in a short while, his cheeky encounter with Tom Carroll the previous autumn had been the first of many versatile sessions between them before the restrictions and the teenager had no preference as long as he ended up shooting his load. Mason’s swollen head located Jack’s soft entrance and immediately began to advance. The Yorkshire teenager held himself steady as Billy continued to thrust backwards in front of him whilst Mason pressed forward from behind him. It was Jack’s turn to whimper as Mason’s bare helmet slipped beyond his ring trapping the 21-year-old top inside him. Mason’s rock hard pole held firm as he began to rock back and forth slowly, advancing deeper with each swing of his hips penetrating the bad boy in front of him. Billy had the best view in the house impaling himself on Jack’s throbbing meat whilst the Yorkshire lad threw his right arm up in the görükle escort air exposing his sweaty armpit and pulled Mason for a kiss. The Pompey lad squeezed Jack’s hips together as his crotch began to pound into the teenager while he allowed Jack to pull him forward and lock their lips together. The desire in Mason’s nuts drove him forward quickly ploughing his rod into Jack’s tight belly. The Yorkshire boy could only appreciate where he was, with a sexy sweat glazed Chelsea star on either side of him. Jack’s right hand left Mason’s chin and moved down his body pressing against his tight pecs. Mason gave an appreciative groan through his nose as he pushed his pole into Jack’s warm hole. The teenager was so tight Mason could shoot instantly, but the Pompey lad kept his composure, guiding his length back and forth inside the scally youngster. The camera captured the scene perfectly, the way Mason’s hard cock parted Jack’s tight opening, pulling back the thin raw skin of Mason’s wonderful cock. The momentum of the train forced Jack’s cock to do the same within Billy, the little Scot’s arse comfortably swallowing the Yorkshire boy’s wand. Filling a Chelsea sandwich was better than Jack could’ve expected. The tight scally twink opened his legs a little wider as Mason’s grip tightened and he began to slam his length into Jack’s pert arse cheeks. Billy wasn’t going to be left out, as Jack’s spread legs exposing the full length of his 8 inches. The little Scot thudded his arse into Jack’s crotch as Mason crushed Jack’s arse from the opposite side. Mason’s camera continued to roll, three slim toned footballing twinks, naked and sweaty. The groans grew louder and deeper, no one could hear them in the deserted corridor as the footballers fucked each other. “Billy.” Mason called peering over Jack’s shoulder as he fucked him, “come do me?” He instructed. Billy’s face flashed with mixed tones, happy to have a go on Mason’s arse, sad to lose Jack’s hard cock from his own arse. Billy pulled Jack in for a hard kiss as he pulled his ring slowly and begrudgingly to the top off Jack’s 8 inches and with a pop, the Yorkshire lad’s hard cock fell out to the side. Mason gave Jack a few hard jabs while Billy moved around behind him. The Pompey lad was enjoying himself in control of the two smelly teenagers, and with the little Scot moving in behind him, spreading his cheeks he was about to go to heaven. Billy spread Mason’s cheeks with his fingers and eyed the older lad’s pink ring. [Mmm, trimmed] Billy smiled leaning forward to spit on Mason’s ring and ran his tongue along Mason’s dank crevice. Billy moved in behind Mason and pushed his head against the Pompey lad’s ring. A high-pitched yelp told Billy and Jack that Mason’s ring had been pierced by the little Scot’s 7.5 inch cock. Mason’s hole widened to accommodate Billy’s hard cock as the little Scot pressed in behind him. The 21-year-old had to gasp as the teenager behind him gave Mason no time to relax, the horny Scot fed his cock into Mason slowly but continuously until his crotch pressed against Mason’s cheeks. “Fuckkkk.” Mason hissed into Jack’s ear. The Yorkshire teenager grinned as Mason’s fingers pressed tighter against his smooth skin and pressed his cock further into the twink’s warm hole. Now as the contents of a sweaty Yorkshire/Scottish sandwich Mason groaned with increasing joy. Billy’s raw cock stretched his ring nicely, the burn was worth it to feel the youngster’s hard member sliding up inside him. [This is gonna look ridiculously hot] Mason smiled remembering his phone was still rolling. Billy was now in charge, the 5 foot 7 Scot’s balls were itching to explode as he rocked into Mason’s scally arse. The Pompey lad’s hole was so tight and welcoming, Billy had to punish Mason for being so sexy. In a moment of sheer erotic passion the top took a handful of Mason’s straight brown hair and pulled hard. “Uh fuck!” Mason whined as Billy began to smash his crotch hard into his teammate’s arse cheeks. Mason half turned his head, just enough for Billy to stretch forward and kiss his teammate passionately with a distinct hint of dominance. Mason’s grip on Jack softened as he began to submit to the horny Scot. Jack took Mason’s loosened grip as the opportunity to fully enjoy the feeling of the boys behind him. The sweaty Yorkshire scally leaned forward to straighten the angle that Mason’s cock pierced his hole then he looked back. Jack’s view, Mason’s wonderful, slender, toned body glistening with his smelly sweat, tensed as he was pushed forward into Jack from the power of the ravenous little Scot behind him. “You boys need to cum on my face yeah?!” Mason breathed as they pumped. His balls were tightening up as they spoke and he knew with Billy’s hard cock stroking his prostate, it wasn’t going to be too long before this scally love scene came to an end. The Scottish top leaned back behind Mason while he continued to thrust hard and straight into the 21-year-old. Jack at the other end of the scally sweat train tugged himself hard, Mason’s request suggested he couldn’t be too far away. Jack’s dream was to shoot his load with Mason’s cock buried deep inside him but the Pompey lad’s face as a target wasn’t a bad runner up prize. Billy’s speed moved up a gear as the horny Scot wanted to get as close to shooting as possible before pulling out. Mason’s moans climbed up a note as the little Scot’s pole thudded deep into his prostate. “Fuck sake Billy, that’s so fucking good.” he hissed whilst reaching under Jack’s thigh to lift the Yorkshire lad’s right leg. Mason guessed that from the camera’s angle, lifting Jack’s leg would widen the view of his raw 7 inch cock slicing into the scally teen’s tight hole. Jack’s exposed cunt, squeezing hard around Mason’s cock looked incredible for the camera and felt incredible for them both. Jack groaned, Mason’s hard cock jabbed against his sphincter with the force of two horny young men as Billy ploughed Mason from behind. The skinny bottom could feel his juices forming in the base of his balls, joining together in preparation for the intense eruption that was about to spray from his cock. “I think I’m pretty close.” Jack panted as Mason stuffed him once more. “Good lad.” Mason grinned before rolling his eyes once more as cheeky Billy gripped his shoulder hard and slammed his crotch into Mason’s pert bum cheeks. Jack backed into Mason’s crotch one more time before pulling himself off the Chelsea midfielder’s amazing cock. The Pompey lad’s hard cock stood high and hard, bouncing freely as Billy angrily pounded him from behind. “Tight, fucking, bastard!” Billy spat between slams. The sweaty little Scot fed Mason’s hole once more, spearing hard and deep inside the 21-year-old before regretfully pulling his cock free from Mason’s hole. Mason braced and winced as Billy’s cock disconnected from his hole, the Pompey lad’s tight ring contracted shut. Mason lowered himself to the floor and sat down with his legs out in front of him, facing towards the camera and began to stroke himself. The two teenagers jerked themselves off, lowering to their knees up by Mason’s head as they wanked. Mason’s view was breath taking. On one side of him, the little Scot Billy Gilmour had his hard 7.5 inch pole in his fist, beating it furiously. Mason admired his teammate’s smooth bronze skin, which glistened with a new slick coating of sweat from fucking Mason’s arse. Mason’s eyes moved up Billy’s body to his medium-sized dark brown nipples once more and grinned as underneath them Billy’s toned pecs worked hard to pleasure himself. Mason then glanced to his left where Jack’s tight fist worked even harder and faster on his raw 8 inch pole. The pale Yorkshire scally puffed and panted bursa escort bayan with what appeared to be the final few strokes of his session. Mason’s eyes took a final tour of the slender teenager’s wonderful body. The Chelsea star appreciated Jack’s smooth-looking skin, a trail of near invisible blonde hairs led up the teenager’s arm as Mason’s eyes continued past Jack’s tight abs. The hint of a six-pac brought an involuntary lick of the lips from Mason who also tugged himself as he studied the sexy pair. Mason could practically taste Jack’s sweaty, mini-brown nipples in his mouth as his eyes moved over them and on to the Yorkshire lad’s cute face. Jack’s face had flushed pink, the youngster’s eyes trying to jump from the sockets as he felt an eruption from the deepest point in his young nutsack. The Yorkshire teenager gave a high-pitched grunt before sliding his fist to the base of his cock and holding. Jack’s blue eyes connected with Billy’s deep brown ones and the juice began to flow. Pointing his cock up, Mason had the most incredible view of the youngster’s nuts vibrating, tightening to his warm body before a long strand of shiny white cream flew into the air. Mason waited hungrily as Jack’s jizz reached its peak then began to fall straight towards his face. The warm feeling of young scally cream against his cheek was the perfect return to football. Jack fought his urge to thrust as his orgasm intensified. A heavy second shot of his load squirted beyond Mason’s face and landed on Billy who groaned in appreciation, the catalyst to tip himself over the edge. “Oh Christ.” The little Scot gasped as the view of the squirting Yorkshire lad forced his own nuts to unload. Both boys shuddered in sheer delight as their bodies tingled all over. Below them, Mason had to close his eyes as the boy-snow which fell became heavy. The competition seemed to increase with every squirt, Jack’s heavy nuts being matched by Billy’s. The pair coated Mason’s cheeky face with every squirt, 7 heavy shots each, followed by 3 more timid dribbles streaming down Mason’s face. Before Billy and Jack could finish shooting Mason had also begun to fire his load. The feeling of his mate Billy’s warm cream hitting his soft face always turned him on, but adding Jack’s thick sexy jizz to the mix and Mason was already beyond the point of no return. The 21-year-old jerked furiously, his hips thrusting up as he did so. “Ahhh, you cunts.” Mason whined desperately, leaving his mouth exposed for a drop of someone’s jizz to fall into. The flavour hit Mason’s tongue and it tasted delicious, it didn’t matter if it was Jack’s or Billy, it was perfect. Mason held back the foreskin of his raw 7-inch boner and felt his muscles spasm before the warm feeling of his creamy seed began to rain across his chest. Above Mason the two teenager’s had finished painting his face. Panting and smiling at each other, Billy and Jack recomposed themselves watching the show. The Pompey lad didn’t disappoint, his face covered with two loads of thick white jizz, he moaned and groaned as he unloaded. Jack particularly admired the way Mason’s pecs tensed and his biceps bulged as he shot. Mason’s pearly white cum squirted hard over him, landing everywhere above his belly button with each heavy blast. Billy stroked Mason’s silky sweat covered abs and then slid his hand through the streams of Mason’s cum trickling down the older boy’s torso then offered his hand to Jack. The Yorkshire lad leant forward and swallowed Billy’s sticky fingers, rolling his tongue around them to clean up Mason’s seed. Fucking delicious, he grinned to himself appreciating Mason’s salty flavour. Billy then lowered his face down and kissed his teammate between his pecs. The little Scot rang his tongue over his lips sucking down his teammate’s tasty seed and looking up to smile appreciatively to Jack who smiled back. With a final grunt, Mason dropped his softening cock and carefully rested his head on the cold floor. The teenagers grinned down at Mason whose eyes remained clamped shut. “You’re lucky we are in a bathroom, you messy cunt.” Billy sniggered, grabbing a towel from his bag then reaching down to pull Mason up, the Pompey lad followed Billy’s guidance then stopped. Billy opened the tap, the sound of running water a relief to Mason who reached in to wet his hands then scoop the remaining cum off his face. “Fuck me, it must’ve been a few days since you guys last shot a load.” Mason exclaimed, finally opening his eyes after wiping them dry with the towel Billy had handed to him. “Nah, I wanked off last night.” Jack grinned proudly. “I had a wee tug this morning.” Billy chuckled. “You horny sluts.” Mason chortled. The young footballers picked up their shirts, Mason handing his to Jack. They pulled their shirts and trackies on then straightened themselves up. “Jack mate, let’s hope they get you in that Spurs squad soon, I’d love to do that again.” Mason beamed patting the Rangers midfielder’s back. Jack blushed, “Cheers, that was pretty awesome. I’m not too far from here though, so you could always come give me a good seeing to after a Rangers game.” Jack grinned back at them both. “Don’t even fucking tempt me.” Billy chuckled looking Jack up and down. “I need to do to your arse what you did to mine.” Billy finished rubbing his bum. “That’s sorted then.” Mason grinned. Mason took a fist full of Jack’s shirt and pulled the teenager in for a kiss. Jack’s face burned with happiness as Mason’s lips guided his own firmly. “Till next time.” Mason grinned stepping back then turning to Billy, the Pompey lad pulled in his teammate and did the same again. “And see you soon, you sexy cunt.” Mason muttered, slapping Billy on the arse as they broke apart. The 21-year-old swung the door open, slipping through then disappeared as it closed behind him. Billy glanced back to Jack and smiled again. “Yeah we should probably go one at a time.” Billy approached Jack and pulled the Yorkshire lad in for a final kiss. The pair embraced tenderly, Billy nipping at Jack’s lips before they parted. “Look forward to seeing you again.” Billy grinned as he backed away towards the door then slipped out of view. Jack grabbed his bag and took a deep breath. What a fucking afternoon! The football had been shit, totally outplayed by a better team, but the after party, wow. Mason was absolutely stunning and Billy, utterly amazing. The Yorkshire lad grinned to himself once more then counted to twenty before finally swinging the door open and sneaky through the Stamford Bridge corridors and out to his car. He pulled away happily, dreaming of the next encounter between them. END Thank you for reading, I really hope you enjoyed the story. If you like what you’ve read please let me know by emailing me ail. I write these stories for fun, but I would greatly appreciate any contributions you are willing to give as a result. If you would like to make a donation then feel free to contact me on the email above. 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