They had to be down for training in half an hour and they were both knackered. Both lads flopped down on their separate beds. Joe really admired Michael but every time they roomed together he felt uneasy after what had happened on that night back in February 2001.

"You tired, mate?" Michael asked in his scouse accent.

"Yeah, really..." Joe sighed.

"Really tired?" Michael looked at him with that cheeky, dirty face that Joe loved.

"Do we have to do it now?" Joe asked hesitantly.

Michael sat on the edge of the bed and took his tracksuit top off.

"Come on mate!" He grabbed the sizeable bulge in his trackies, "Look how fuckin' horny I am!"

Joe looked between Michael's legs and wished that he wasn't longing to see his manhood again. He wished he had never looked between his mate's legs two years ago and started all this.

"Go on, Joe, get those trackies down and bend over!"

Eventually, Joe took his shoes and tracksuit top off and knelt down on his bed. He slowly lowered his pants and boxer shorts. Michael grinned and licked his lips at the sight of Joe's pale bum in front of him and started to strip off. Joe could feel his dick growing as saw Michael's boxers land on the floor beside him and heard his teammate rummaging around in his bag for a condom...

February, 2001

"You alright, Joe?" Michael Owen asked his new roommate.

"Yeah, fine thanks. Just a bit nervous. What if the gaffer puts me on?" Joe Cole asked his idol.

"Don't worry, you're a brilliant player, you'll be fine." Joe blushed a bit and thanked Michael for the compliment.

"Right, if you're okay there, I'm gonna have a shower, see you in a bit!" Michael smiled cutely at Joe and disappeared into the bathroom. Somehow, Joe felt more than just admiration for the Liverpool star. He knew he wasn't gay but somehow he always found himself attracted to the lad; his youthful, smooth yet toned body, his boyish smile, those massive, powerful thighs. It wasn't completely sexual, he just looked up to Michael so much. He seemed so perfect. Joe had just finished puberty, he was still a bit skinny and not at all hairy. Joe put all those thoughts out of his mind and after a while, the bathroom door opened. Michael was standing in the doorway in just a towel. The light from the bathroom only showing his sleight silhouette. Michael had not yet developed his upper body and he was still quite small, except of course for those massive thighs straining at the towel around his waist. Michael smiled at Joe and the young West Ham boy smiled back.

"Bathroom's yours, mate," Michael said but Joe didn't take up the invitation.

"I'm alright, there's not much time before we've got to-" just as Joe was explaining, he was stopped right in the middle of his sentence when Michael undid his towel and started drying his hair with it, leaving his crotch exposed. Joe couldn't help but stare, open-mouthed at Michael's flaccid penis and big, low balls.

"You alright, Joe? We're both lads. You'll see me naked in the showers anyway," Michael said.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. It's just...its really big that's all." And it was. Michael was the biggest lad in the dressing room and even when he was soft, as he was now, his dick was almost 6 inches long.

"Yeah, I know. I was always quite a big lad. Why? Are you..." Michael didn't want to embarrass the kid but he'd already started to ask.

"No, no," Joe added quickly, "No, I'm definitely into girls."

"Me too," Michael replied and flashed that sweet smile again.

"Michael, do you...do you have a lot of...you know..." Joe stammered.

"-sex? Yeah, but with Louise. Do you have a girlfriend?" At this point, Michael sat down on the bed, still drying his hair and still with his penis resting freely between his legs. It was so cute, Joe thought, between quick glances at it. Michael had a small bush of blondish-brown pubes above it and his dick was big and uncut, with the foreskin covering the head completely.

"No, I don't have a girlfriend. I've actually never..." Michael could see he felt uncomfortable and smiled to reassure him.

"It's alright, I was about your age when I finally did it with Louise."

"Yeah, you're so famous though, you must fuck girls all the time!" Joe let slip and immediately felt embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Michael, you've been so nice to me..."

Michael noticed that Joe had been looking at his crotch more and noticed a tent growing in his trackies. He couldn't deny that the 19 year old West Ham lad was cute and as Joe tried to cover his erection Michael got on the bed with him.

"Joe, do you want to know a secret, you can't tell anyone?" Joe Cole nodded, "sometimes, when I'm away from Louise, I wank, and sometimes, I think of lads. You do too, don't you?"

"Michael..." was all Joe could manage before Michael Owen started pulling the waist of his trackies down. Joe was staring at Michael's cock when it started to grow and his foreskin slide back. Michael had pulled Joe's trackies down to his ankles and had his head above his baggy boxer shorts, clearly showing his stiffy.

"Joe, turn around, you deserve more..." Michael said. Joe did as he was told and saw Michael standing, completely naked with a condom in his hand. He sat down next to Joe on the bed and started to take his mate's shirt off, kissing him as he did so. Eventually, Michael Owen and Joe Cole were both nude on the bed. Michael handed the condom to Joe and he opened it. Michael lay back on the bed and Joe reached down to Michael's erect 9 inch monster dick and rolled the condom down it slowly.

"Oh, Joe..." Michael groaned as the Joe rolled the condom down the full, rather long, length of his shaft. Michael's dick wasn't just long either; it was really fat.

"Okay, Joe, bend over then..." Michael said. Once again, Joe's slightly hairy arse was up in the air with his little balls hanging underneath it. Michael grabbed them and squeezed them a bit. Joe winced and bit his lip as he felt the pain shoot up from his crotch. He was trembling as Michael slammed his 9 inches up his arse.

"Ah! Mike! Please, Mike...wank me?" Joe asked, needing some relief to take his mind off the searing pain Michael was inflicting on his balls and arse.

"You what?" Michael crushed Joe's balls in response making him let out a high-pitched noise, "You can do that yourself! I'm not one of your tarts!"

Michael was so different now, Joe thought.

"Do you want me to do this, Joe?" Michael asked before he went any further with the young boy.

"Yes, please..." Joe responded and Michael pulled his boxers down around his thighs revealing Joe's willy. It was very small and Michael could see why Joe was so hesitant. Just over 5 inches shot up out of Joe's crotch with a tiny patch of black/brown pubes above it and small balls below it. Not wanting to disappoint the young lad, though, Michael took the rock hard dick into his mouth and teased his cock head around which his foreskin clung tightly even when he was erect. Michael took Joe out of his mouth and pushing hard, forced back the foreskin, making his mate gasp. Then something awful happened.

As Michael was pounding Joe's arse, the Chelsea lad had started wanking hard to stifle the pain. Michael's balls were slapping against Joe with such force and the muscular striker grabbed his teammates little nuts and locked them in his fist. Joe was paralysed by the debilitating pain and strained forward, mouth wide open with tears forming in his eyes and his face bright red. Michael grinned with his cock inside and total control over Joe Cole. He just stayed there, with his throbbing cock inside his mate and Joe's balls being crushed in his hand for what seemed like hours to the young lad. The pain was unrelenting until Joe was crying freely and, here, so vulnerable and completely in his idol's hands, for some reason remembered the first blowjob Michael had given him so long ago.

He loved the feeling of Michael Owen's warm mouth on his small prick but suddenly Joe started feeling something in his bollocks. Michael's nose was in his crotch, with his nose in his under-developed pubic hair but Joe's dick head was too sensitive. Nothing like this had ever happened to him and after just a few seconds the feeling go too intense.

"Oh my God!!" Joe screamed and his cum shot into Michael's throat without warning. Michael took his head back quickly and Joe went bright red.

"I'm so sorry, Michael, I'm so sorry, Oh my God, I'm such an idiot..." Joe apologised like mad.

"It's alright. I know the first time I fucked Louise, I didn't last very long," Michael tried to reassure Joe despite having his mouth still covered in his semen. He swallowed and grinned at Joe. That made the poor lad feel better.

"Did you like that, anyway?"

"It was amazing Michael, but I...in your mouth...I'm so sorry...what can I do for you?" Joe asked. Michael's dick was still at its full 9 inches with the foreskin almost all the way back.

"Well..." Michael started, grinning at the unsuspecting Joe.

At last Michael released Joe's balls and the pain stopped. Joe was panting as Michael resumed his jerks in and out of the young lads tender arse.

"You alright, Joe? Did you like that?" Michael asked without response from Cole, "Alright, here you go..." Michael reached forward and gripped Joe's 5 incher and started forcing the foreskin back and forth over the sore, red cock head. Suddenly, Joe almost forgot the pain in his balls and stomach and remembered why he was so in love with Michael Owen as he felt the star striker's penis inside him and his hands jacking him off.

"Joe, I love you..." Owen said.

"Michael, I love you too..." Cole replied.

"Uh...uh...uh...Joe, you're so good..." Michael Owen had Joe Cole lying on his back in front of him with his legs over his shoulders and his 9 inch prick up his arse.

It hurt Joe immensely but it just felt so good being fucked by Michael Owen, feeling his beautiful body sweating, naked up against his own. He wanted to be used by the Liverpool striker, he wanted to make him feel good. Michael kept thrusting, his arse cheeks clenching and Joe's willy and balls bouncing up and down with each thrust.

Joe shot his cum straight forward and all over the duvet. Michael jacked him until he had shot his load and then let go of Joe's softening cock. He put his hand up to his mouth and tasted Joe's cum before continuing to slam his cock in and out of him. Michael was a stallion in bed and could go for ages without cumming and by now his cock was bright red inside the condom. They'd been going for at least half an hour and were soon going to be late. Michael sped up his thrusts and was really pounding hard now. Joe had already cum and the debilitating pain in his testicles returned. On top of that Michael's thrusts were becoming increasingly violent and he just wanted it to be over. It was so different to their first time. Michael was so tender, Joe so vulnerable and young. He still loved Michael and he thought Michael loved him but something had changed.

Michael now gently put his hands on Joe's hips as he thrust his big cock into Joe's arse with more and more force. Joe looked into Michael's eyes and saw him sweating, his jaw clenched and his eyes staring down at the action taking place between them. Joe then looked down and saw Michael's huge powerful thighs thrusting, veins throbbing as he fucked his teen arse. Then their eyes met and were locked in place. Michael kept thrusting and Joe kept letting him inside but their eyes were fixated on each other's faces. Michael smiled at Joe and kept fucking him...

"Aaaaahhh!!! Oh fuck! Fuck me! Shit..." Michael screamed and then starting grunting as his 9 inch prick starting shooting cum into the condom in Joe's arse. It just kept flowing until after about five bursts, he collapsed on top of Joe and they both lay there on the bed, completely naked. Michael kissed Joe's neck and closed his eyes. Joe did likewise and, with his entire body hurting, thought back to that night in 2001.

Michael and Joe were still gripped together with Michael's groin grinding into Joe's and their eyes locked. Michael just kept thrusting until he finally felt that feeling surging up through his bollocks and he shot his load.

"Joe..." Michael moaned and as he came he didn't take his eyes off the teenager. And Joe didn't take his eyes off his lover even as he felt his warm cum filling his arse and his 9 incher still thrusting. Michael kept going until he was spent and then, with his penis still inside Joe he leant forward and kissed him right on his sweet teen lips. Michael eventually pulled out of Joe's buttocks and stood up with his penis softening and the foreskin sliding back said "Come on, go and clean yourself up, we've got to get to bed. Thanks so much and I won't tell anyone." Joe just stayed on the bed and stared at the beautiful man who had just fucked him.