ronaldo vs. beckham 2/3

...continued from part 1.

Beckham didn't pull his cock out of the man. The feeling of tight pulsing arse around it was too good. He felt every beat of the wide-eyed breathless Cristiano Ronaldo's heart through it.

He pushed his body further onto Cris making his own arse clench tighter round the vibrator in his own arse. The tunnel gripped every fat hard inch of it. There was no way that his cock was going to soften He grabbed Cris by his dark hair and pulled his head up roughly. He kissed him savagely leaving both their lips wet with saliva. Cris made a frantic noise of appreciation. Becks grinned. He forced the bottom guy's mouth open and spat into it. He spat hard!

Cris washed the saliva around his mouth and swallowed it hard.

'Fuck! You're a real horny slut! What are you?'

'A slut! Your slut!'

'I'm still hard in you. You feel how fucking hard I still am?' He pressed in harder. 'What's that feel like? Feels good? Feel the head of my cock shoved right in you? My cock in there and all my cum? I can feel all my cum in there, all over my fucking cock. I'm pushing into it!'

'Fuck yes! I can feel it all in me. Best fucking thing I ever had!'

He looked at Becks' face. It looked aggressive and wild. His body was sweating onto him. It felt good. It was David Beckham's body. Hard! Perfect! Tattooed! Sweating! So many men wanted Beckham to screw them but this was happening to him. Again!

'Lets see what your cum is like.' Becks pushed his hand between their bodies into the slithering pools of Cris's thick cum on his chest. He spread it over the man's hard pecs and nipples. He gathered some so it coated his hand. 'Not going to waste this!'

Cris watched as Becks licked his hand clean. He ate like he was a starving man. The taste of hot juice shot from that man beneath him. He ran his tongue between his fingers, not missing a single drop of the stuff. His eyes closed in his greed. He wanted more. His hand pushed between their bodies again, gathering Cris's juice. Again he greedily licked his hand clean but this time he didn't swallow. Holding Cris's mouth open with his sticky hand he dribbled the cum onto the man's tongue.

'Eat it, you horny fucker! Let me see you eat it.'

He didn't need to give any orders. Cris washed it round his mouth before swallowing it.

'Yeah! That's so fucking hot! I always like to see a man enjoying his own jizz like that. I bet you always eat your cum when you toss off. I do! Never waste a fucking drop of it. I lick every fucking drop. I lick my hands clean then I watch the stuff dribbling down my chest and scoop it all up. Yeah? Like that idea? My mouth full of my bollock cream? Too fucking good to waste.'

Between words he was kissing Cristiano roughly and wetly.

'Got any more down there? Want me to milk your cock? See whether there's any still oozing out?'

At that he reached between their bodies again and closed his fingers around Cris's cock. It was sticky.

'Still hard! Good slut! Yeah, it's really wet. Plenty more in there.' He squeezed the head of Cris's cock making the last oozings of his orgasm cream out onto his fingers.'

He pushed his fingers into his mouth sucked the thick cream off them, watching Cris staring at him, his eyes fixed on Becks' fingers and mouth. As he did this Becks pushed into him deeper and harder into the arse. His mouth full of saliva and Ronaldo cum he spat into Cris's mouth again then hungrily kissed him again. Their sweating bodies were a single knotted mass.

'My cock still feel good up you? Still feel hard buried up there in all my cum juice?'

Cristiano didn't need to speak. He purred obscenely. He liked this talk. This filthy hot talk.

'That vibrator is still right up me mate. Real deep up my arse. I've got my ring tight around it. I keep squeezing it in my tunnel and it's pressing my fucking prostate. Aww fuckkkkk yesssss!' He spat ferociously in Cris's open mouth again, and again.

He lifted his body and pushed a hand back onto Cris' chest finding one of his nipples. He closed his fingers round it and squeezed. Cris convulsed and whimpered so Becks squeezed harder, twisting the hardness, pulling. Cristiano closed his eyes enjoying the sensation that got stronger as more pressure and twisting was administered. Cris lifted his chest, pushing it against the fingers that were corkscrewing his nipple.

'Do mine! Work on my fucking tits. Come on!'

Cristiano spread a hand on the top's chest and felt his concrete hard left nipple. He dug his fingers in and twisted it with force making Becks wince. He softened the pressure.

'No! No, harder, you fucker, harder!'

He twisted harder and pulled and watched that face, that beautiful face animate with delicious abuse. The eyes screwed shut, the mouth open, the close-cropped head sweating. The eyes opened in a flash.

'Fucking harder. On both tits. Come on!'

Proving how demanding he was he spat on Cris's mouth again. Cris found the other nipple. Watching the crazed man he twisted them both, one clockwise, the other ant-clockwise. Harder. Harder!

'Fucking hell! You fucker! You fucking hot slut! Work my fucking tits!

Both men worked each other's hard yearning nipples. Twisting, pinching, screwing.

'My cock is so fucking hard again. Hard up your tight cunt mate! Come on... work my fucking tits off.'

They writhed like beasts. They abused. Becks spat on his lover and thrust himself ever deeper into the man's arse, pushing into his own cum and making it slither up the length of his cockshaft. And when their nipples could take no more they rested for a second gaining breath and swimming in their perspiration.

Becks lifted slightly and ran a hand across his own sweaty pectorals gathering sweat that flooded down it.

'Lets see you taste some more of my body juice. Want that?' It's like how it is when I pull my fucking shirt off at the end of a match. Taste it! He placed the palm of his hand on Cris's lips as the guy lapped at the wetness and felt his head reel with the hot saltiness. He loved it.

'Mmmm. You need more, you slut!' More sweat was rubbed onto his hand and fed to the dark haired man who was getting more and more keen on anything that Becks possesses. The combined flavour of cum and sweat was making him delirious.

'Fuck! You fucking go for that don't you! What about this then? Yeah?'

He held up his arm. Cris could stare into his open armpit and lust on the deepness and the sweat-wet hair. A trickle of sweat meandered down the side of his body.

'Want to eat that? Want your tongue in there slut? I fucking love it when a slut eats my pits out. But you know that! Remember when you sucked your cum outa it?'

Becks lowered his pit onto the man's mouth. A tongue met it, lavished the moistness, sucking on damp fur, nuzzling with latin lips. Tasting the desired footballer's sweaty juice. The man pressed his pit harder on the furious tongue, harder, groaning his pleasure as the tongue explored, licked, probed, lapped and delved, drank, swallowed and teeth chewed and pulled.

'Eat that fucking pit. You fucking love it don't you! Fuckkkkk!''

He grabbed a handful of dark hair, pulling the head deeper into him. He grunted and thrust his cock into the tunnel ever harder.

Cris ate like a lusted vulture. Loving the wet fur and taut muscle. Pressing his face right in there so it was coated in pit juice. Becks started to stab his cock in sharp jerks in and out of him, along the tight walled tunnel, through the thick cum.

'Work your fucking tongue in there harder, eat my pit and I'll slam your cunt harder!'

He withdrew to the tip and slammed back in. The crazed bottom screamed, his face full of pit, sweat and saliva on his face, his hands on sweaty shoulders, his deep tight arse full of footballer cock and cum.

Becks pulled his pit away and crashed his face onto Cristiano's, kissing him with force and tasting his own sweat in the man's mouth. Cris responded by tensing every muscle in his arse squeezing every inch of the rigid pole that was lodged there. The walls of his tunnel gripping like a vice.

'Lets give your cunt another good fucking! Want that slut?'

The man grunted and squeezed his arse muscles ever harder. 'Answer me!' He grabbed his hair and spat in his mouth again. 'Fucking answer me!'

'Yes! Fuck me. Hard! Fuck my arse off!'

'Good slut! You're gonna fucking get it! I need to get rid of this
vibrator!'

The naked, crazed, horned-up footballer reached behind him and gripped the
base of the big vibrator. One long stroke. It was out! It was hurled across
the floor. Emptiness filled him.

'Fuck. That felt good sliding out of me. You could stick your fucking hand up there. Stick your fucking slutty wrist up my cunt! Shit, you are gonna get the arse-fucking of your life!'

He pushed Cristiano back into the chair, his arse at the edge, and lifted his body with his engorged cock still rammed in. He lifted himself, he arched his back. Cristiano gazed. What did he see?

Naked Beckham! Close cropped hair! Beautiful face consumed with lust. Tattoos add tanned flesh shining where the light hit the sweat. Hard, begging nipples. The trail of hair from his navel down to his dark blond bush. Sweat. Sweat coating his hard body. Streaming down his chest. From his pits. Over his nipples. Hard, naked, horned, crazed Beckham. Beckham who was going to shoot even more cum into him. How many times had Cristiano wanked over his pictures, shot huge loads over his chest, his face, into
his mouth? How many times had he pushed fingers into himself dreaming they were HIS, or HIS tongue, or HIS cock? It had happened for real before, but never like it was today!

'Fuck! I've never been so fucking horned up. Lets fucking look at you! Fuck
that chest! Lift your arms, spread the fuckers, let me see you muscly pits

Cristiano grinned. He knew the effect it would have. He knew it would make the footballer fuck even harder! He spread his muscled sweating arms and lifted them, gripping the back of the chair. There was his toned chest, there were his pits full of dark sweat wet hair. Beckham's eyes narrowed.

'You horny fucker! He released one leg and pushed his hand into Cris's left armpit, feeling wet dark hair. He pulled at it sharply then ran his hand into it and licked it. He gripped Cris's ankles again!

'You ready for the hardest fuck you ever had?'

'Yes! In my cunt! Fuck the shit from my cunt!'

Beckham took a deep breath and pulled his cock out so only the head and the dribbling slit were still inside the ring. For a few seconds, his cock poised, his hands found his own nipples, which he rubbed and pinched sharply. The man beneath waited for the onslaught to begin but he had to be patient. Leaving his own nipples Beckham started to massage, then tweak Cris's, his lust-filled face gazing across the man's face, chest and pits.

'You fucking horny slut! Open your fucking pits! Wider! Stretch your fucking arms!'

He summoned up a reserve of saliva and, with his head lowered; he spat hard directly into the bottom's right pit and then another load of spit in the left pit. His hands dived into them rubbing the stuff into the sweaty hair. The rubbing sensation made the man writhe beneath him but there was more to come. In each hand he grabbed a tuft of wet hair and pulled sharply. The dark haired beauty cried in pleasure as his back was dragged off the chair, his body suspended by pit hair. The ever more crazed Beckham started to shake him by them and the sight made his bollocks churn with more hot juice ready to spurt out when summoned. He released the pits and
let the man fall back then he put his own right hand to his mouth and licked off the wetness of pit sweat and his own spit. The left hand he gave to Cristiano, pushing his fingers into a wide opened and hungry mouth. The Portuguese beauty ate them like a ravenous beast.

'Did I tell you to put your fucking arms down? Lift the fuckers and grip the back of the fucking chair. Leave them there while I fuck you! I want to see your pits while I fuck your brains out.'

The man complied. He was stretched out, his muscles taut, the hardness of his nipples accentuated, rivers of sweat running down his chest and his cock, despite having shot two loads already, rigid and leaking.

Beckham paused for a moment. This was the kind of sex that he had always dreamed about. A hot as hell man totally willing, totally into the same kind of roughness and kink that he was. A hot as hell man with a fabulous body, streaming in sweat, lying with his pits spread, his nipples solid and his tight urging arse gripping the head of a cock.

'Open your mouth!'

Becks spat hard into the mouth and then gripped the man's ankles roughly, lifting his legs high and spreading them wide.

'Gonna cum in you again slut! You ready for that?' He spat again.

'Yes! Yessss! Do me!'

Ronaldo's ring had tightened around the base of the cock. Some force would push it through. Beckham's eyes narrowed and, in a hard lunge, he rammed the whole length of his cock into the tunnel making his heavy bollocks slap the body beneath. The tunnel clamped him as the prostate sent into frenzy. He dived back into the flood of cum still left from his last explosion. The cock withdrew to the tip again then he thrust it back, even harder, determined to fuck hard, rough and fast.

Cristiano started yelling. Yelling loud his passion. Yelling as the huge veiny titanium-hard dick smashed into his guts, forcing his tunnel walls apart, smashing his prostate. Again. Again. Harder with every thrust. Sweat splashed onto him from the fucking footballer who looked down on him with a crazed expression, perched at the very edge of a colossal orgasm.

Becks spat on him with aggression as he hips powered his cock. Harder! Harder!

'Like that don't you! Fucking love a dick ramming that cunt! Your fucking cunt was made for this. Made to be filled with dick cum!'

Harder! Harder!

'So much fucking cum in there already. Fuck! I'm gonna fill you again!' At
that he gripped the ankles even harder and pushed back the legs as far as
they would go, pushing the man's knees into his own sweating armpits,
smashing them into them.

Cristiano was lost in heaven now. He had craved fucking all his life; he
had been fucked a thousand times, but never with this power and aggression
and from such a man. Bathed in a sea of sweat he grunted, moaned, yelled,
gripped his arse muscles and craved ever more.

This pace couldn't go on could it? The smooth chest above him moved with such speed as the cock rammed into his body. He could see Beckham grimace. He knew that grimace. It was the expression on a man's face when he is about to cum with intense power.

It was close. It was going to happen. Beckham was going to let himself go. His bollocks old him it was inevitable as they started to pump their cream up his shaft. He started to grunt loudly and obscenely as his face twisted, his head was thrown back and his eyes screwed tight.

'I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your cunt. Shit! Shit Shit! I'm gonna cum in your cunt!'

It exploded. He completely lost control. He started to yowl and grunt as his sperm pushed up and out of his slit and fired great gobs into the man beneath him. A jet of cum, and another. More, more, more!

Cristiano's body was totally dominated, totally in the possession of the cropped headed man and his vast cock. He watched that face knowing that he would never forget it. He felt that cock and knew no fuck would ever feel this good again! He felt himself flooded with hot juice firing from that man.

Beckham was screaming as his body streamed with hot sweat. One more lunge. One more spurt that would rip through his body! It came and he shouted 'Fucking Hell!'

Breathless he opened his eyes. Looked at the man beneath him and down at the root of his cock forced into the hole. He looked at Cristiano's cock. Totally erect. Twitching. On the edge. Needing to explode.

'You horny slut! You fucking horny slut! Best fucking cunt fuck I ever had!' In gratitude he spat down on the chest below him and, with a single movement of his hops his ten inches slid out to freedom, dripping onto the floor, slimy and shining in the light. He took it in his hand and wiped it across Cris's arse cheeks. He looked at the man's face and then down at his arse. This was too good to miss. He went down on his knees and gripped the taut arse cheeks and drove his face between them, pressing his tongue deep into the ravished hole. It had tightened instantaneously but he forced it open allowing a stream of his own cum to ooze onto his tongue and into his mouth. He lapped. He swallowed. He ate that man out, ate his own juice. Cristiano was overwhelmed by this. This just got hotter and hotter. He had to release and gripped his cock in his hands and started to wank.

Becks looked up, his lips and chin streaming with juice.

'No you fucking don't! Got a better place for that cum than your hand.'

'I can't! I've gotta fucking cum. I can't hold back.'

In an instant Becks was up and had torn his hands from the boiling cock.

'On the floor! On the floor NOW! Get down there. On your fucking back.'

The shaking boiling man complied. A cushion was thrust under his head and he lay, his hard nine inches leaking. Beckham placed a foot either side of him and lowered himself, squatting down, his ring over the cock.

'Wanna fuck David Beckham?' His eyes were wild again. He reached and gripped the cock, pressing it at his ring and.... then.... with no more preparation sat on it hard allowing every inch to pierce his body. He felt pain for a second and then the sheer fucking joy of a cock in his tunnel.

Cris was wild. This was amazing. His cock was deep in this man and about to explode.

'You're fucking close mate! I can tell. Gonna ride you and make you shoot in my Beckham cunt!'

He started to ride. Those hard hairy thighs powered him as he squat fucked down on the man who was going to explode his load against his prostate. Cristiano spread his arms as if trying to grip something. His mouth opened to be met by a gob of spit and his eyes screwed.

He blew! He blew a huge load of cum into Beckham. He filled the man with his juice.

Beckham sat squarely on him.

'That's so fucking hot in my cunt mate!'

....... And it goes on.

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story by carl larsen, via nifty.