Liverpool had just finished their morning training session. It was Harry Kewell's first day at the club and he had stayed behind for a medical. Michael Owen had also stayed behind after training to have some shooting practice and show the new boy around. Eventually they headed for the changing rooms, sweating buckets. They both sat down a few yards apart on the bench. Owen started to take his clothes off but Harry sat still. He was slightly embarrassed about being naked in front of Michael Owen. Owen had stripped down to his boxers and Harry stared at his muscular torso. Michael pulled down his boxers and stood there, completely nude in front of Harry Kewell. Harry couldn't help but look at Michael's soft cock, about 6" long, swinging between his powerful thighs. The head was completely covered by foreskin; he had big balls which hung low and a patch of blondish-brown pubes.

"Are ya gonna take your clothes off or what then?" Michael asked, his penis still hanging flaccid between his legs.

"Uh, yeah," Harry muttered and reluctantly stood up. Once he had taken his t-shirt off, Michael walked up and grabbed him. Michael licked Harry's chest.

"Michael..." Harry said, surprised, "I'm not...you know..."

"Neither am I. I just get horny sometimes, and you're so hot," Michael replied as his cock got harder and harder between Harry's legs, "I've seen you bulge on the telly, is your willy big?" Michael thrust a hand between Harry's legs and grabbed the crotch of his shorts. Harry gasped as Michael squeezed his cock and balls.

"Go on, Michael..." Harry muttered. Michael, still completely naked with a 9-inch hard-on, got on his knees and pulled Harry's shorts down. For someone with such hairy legs he barely had a pube trail until the shorts were just above the base of his dick. Then there was a huge bush of brown pubes and Michael finally saw Harry's cock. To Michael's surprise, Harry was circumcised.

"You don't have foreskin, Harry," Michael said.

"Yeah, I'm cut, is that a problem?" asked Harry.

"No, no, just never seen a dick without skin that's all." Michael's foreskin still clung around his cock head a bit even when he was hard. As he put Harry's hard, cut 7-inch dick in his mouth, he pulled his own foreskin back and groaned. Harry threw his head back and closed his eyes as Michael Owen sucked him off.

"Shit, Mike! I'm gonna come!" Kewell pulled Owen's shaved head towards his crotch and held it there as he ejaculated into his mouth. Harry grunted a few times and then let go of Michael's head.

"Better?" Michael asked as he licked Harry's Aussie cum off his lips.

"Oh yeah, thanks mate..." Harry said. But Harry wasn't done yet...

Michael's dick was still rock hard.

"Harry, I gotta get off mate. Take the rest of your clothes off," Owen ordered.

Kewell pulled his shorts and socks off and took off his boots.

"Bend over on the physio table," Michael said as he walked over to his kit bag and pulled out a condom. Harry didn't want to piss Michael off after he had just sucked his dick so he bent over and watched in horror as Michael slid the condom over his massive dick. Harry's circumcised dick was now down to about 5 inches. Harry had heard stories that Owen was a big boy but he never believed them. He always thought that Michael was all shy and innocent and had a tiny little prick. Now he looked at Michael Owen's erection and his jaw dropped at the 9 thick uncut inches.

"Michael, mate, you're huge!" Harry exclaimed. Michael grinned and positioned himself behind Kewell. "Please don't, Michael, don't fuck me..." Harry pleaded, "I'll give you a blowjob, anything..."

"Don't worry mate, I've fucked other footballers. I usually fuck Joe Cole when we're away with England. He's got a small cock but a great arse. And he sucks me all the time."

The picture of stud Michael pounding a crying Joe Cole filled Harry's mind. "Please, Michael..." Harry continued. Owen grabbed Harry's hairy testicles and crushed them. Harry screamed and gave up. Michael spread Harry's hairy arse and pushed his 9-inch prick further and further. Harry screamed with each thrust.

"Oh yea, Harry! Come on, mate! Yes! Take it all, Harry! Yea!" Michael screamed as he pounded Kewell's arse. Owen's big balls were slapping against Harry's arse cheeks and his thighs and arse were tensing as they thrust all their power into Michael's cock sliding in and out of Kewell. Michael groaned, a low sexy groan and shot his load of spunk into the condom. He pulled out of Harry's arse and took the condom off. Even as his erection was subsiding, Michael was still at 7 or 8 inches and he stuffed his cock into Harry's mouth and pinned the poor Aussie against the wall as he got off pounding his head with his dick. Harry gagged and eventually Michael pulled his cock out, slid his foreskin back and forth a couple of times and finally headed for the showers. Harry, balls in agony, arse burning and with cum all over his face followed him. On his first day at Liverpool, he had been arse and head-fucked by Michael Owen and his 9-inch cock.

On to Part II