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"Was it wise to have Bellingham and Gordon rooming together?"
"What's the problem?" Harry Lane murmured to his teammate, who had knocked on his hotel room late at night and sat next to him on his bed.
The entire team had had an intense practice session, showered, eaten and then some of them showered again. The legendary humidity of West Palm Beach was more than just a legend. It was real. Harry's face was shining with sweat, and the air conditioning was doing nothing for him. He yawned and hoped that Reece understood that was his cue to leave.
"I didn't think they got on?" Reece yawned too, his eyes twinkling. He was sitting a little too close to Harry, not that he minded being close to such a beautiful man.
"They were on the same team. Played together. "
Yes, heated on the pitch. Quite a lot of quarrels and explosions!
"Hmm, well, it can't be helped. They will have to have it out if something happens. Maybe when we get to Kansas, they can have different room assignments." Harry sighed and went in for a pretend yawn, but followed through with a real one. Why was Reece coming to him of all people? He should be speaking to the manager, he grumped to himself.
You tired? Reece grinned at the beauty of Harry Kane, who was now playing with his hair absentmindedly.
"What do you want to talk about, Reece? It couldn't be about Jude and Anthony!" Harry looked straight at his teammate, and Reece answered him with a sexy, mysterious smile.
"It's your last one, isn't it?" Reece whispered. Harry was confused, then flustered.
"Yeah, man." Harry finally answered. "Probably my last go around."
Let's make this one one you don't forget.
"We are gonna bring it home." A vision of him singing World In Motion danced in his head. The entire team--all the players on the pitch, shirtless and beaming. Champagne showers. Kissing each other and clowning. He would drink out of the trophy.
"And you are gonna bring your bone," Reece quipped. Harry's face went red.
Reece stood up and pulled off his shirt, leaving him in those ridiculously tight black shorts shorts. His thighs were... outstanding. Harry hadn't meant to look, but if a beautiful eighth wonder of the world was in proximity to your eyesight, you did have a look!
"What are you doing, Reece!"His eyes nearly popped out of his head. He had just pulled those tight shorts down and stood before him in a tight pair of green briefs. They looked so fantastic on him. He smiled at Harry, a sexy smile.
"Hey, Harry Baby, I just want to ride the Hurricane," he cooed. He had his finger on his chin, but now ran down the middle of his stomach. Harry's eyes followed, a cat following a laser pointer. From his strong neck to the space between his pecs, he had to keep from drooling. His lush abs, his belly button and rested it above the band of those briefs holding his mound of joy. Green was such a beautiful colour on Reece.
Shall I continue, Hurricane? He teased. Harry did what anyone in his situation would do. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and stood up right next to him. Both were breathing heavily and just looking at each other.
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In another room, two other English players were tussling on a bed. They had just entered the room after a strategy meeting and fell into each other's arms. Clothes had been stripped off each other's tight-toned bodies as they feverishly kissed. All day long, during practice, a bus ride, lunch, more practice, some pool time and then dinner, they had subtly found ways to touch each other. Jude Bellingham and Anthony Howard are two of the tastiest twinks who have been roommates and on the same team before. They may fight like brothers, but when they made love, it was like two mythological heroes separated by an arduous task now completed, and they were reunited.
Jude in navy blue trunks and Anthony in Grey boxer briefs, they rolled around touching each other. Jude is on top of Anthony, grinding his cock against his lover's cock. Now Anthony is rolling off underneath him and pressing Jude onto the bed and just kissing, sucking, biting his nipples, and abs and suckling on his elbows. Jude's head was buried in Anthony's pits, making Anthony curse and moan his lover's name out in such a needy way.
"Please," he begged, "Please, Jude. I want you to fuck me." He pulled off him and lay on his back, spreading his legs and presenting his arse. Jude's hot breath, he felt it between his cheeks, the kissing and tonguing. Howard wanted this feeling to last forever. For the last three years or so, they had been hooking up when they could. Each other's homes or discreet hotels. A few times in a secluded park or in each other's cars. Once in a bathhouse. Just taking turns boning each other. To relieve stress. He craved Jude's touch so much.
Jude got his lover's hole sloppy and wet before pulling back and looking at the ass, dumbfounded. Jude could not believe that their friends-with-benefits type situation had lasted this long. It was just something roommates did together when stressed or bored. But without either of their knowledge, it had made them stronger and closer.
Anthony craned his neck with a questioning look. What was the holdup?
You know what to do, bruv. He moaned, and Jude nodded in agreement. He knew what to do all right! Usually, he had something witty to utter before he sunk it in quick and railed him hard. But today, there was a different sort of feeling in the air. Not just need but something more. After their tour ended, Anthony would head off to Italy. Both had come a long way from their humble roots in England! It would be harder for them to do this. It had been easy for Jude to sneak off from Spain back to England once a month if he could to bang his buddy. No, don't think about that now! Jude's dick was hard, but his mind was spinning. He was slow, and the cock took its time before being buried all the way inside Anthony, who was pushing back against it, meanwhile moaning and groaning. Anthony's ass was squeezing his cock just so, and his dirty talk was going to put Jude over the edge.
"Aww shit, Bellingham. Fuck. Me! You know what to--fuck ahh." Anthony's vocal nature in the bedroom always surprised Jude, but it made their sessions hotter.
"Slime my guts!" He continued between bestial groans. Jude was at the edge, no fuck, he was over. He unleashed a torrent of cum. They were supposed to have hooked up yesterday, but for some reason, they had stayed in a different hotel and gotten individual bedrooms. The training had even been intense yesterday, and they had decided to get some rest. He pulled out but stayed on top of Anthony. Both were breathing heavily.
"Did you finish Gordo?" He whispered, nuzzling him.
"No, I am just about too," he answered with a groan.
He pulled up off his back and turned Anthony on his back. Jude then kissed him hungrily, devouring his lips. They made out, and his hands were somehow also rubbing his hard cock. He was multitasking in a pro. From the feel of Anthony's cock heavy with juice that was leaking, any moment now his cum rocket would go off, and Jude had to act fast to get his just desserts!
"You gonna finish on my face, baby?" He crawled down Anthony's body, licking all the way to his cock, which was then swallowed. He was able to swallow all of Gordon's cum in three successful gulps. Not a drop was wasted.
That was what being a pro was all about!