Michael focused on the big-titted woman on the TV getting fucked by a porn star whose dick was smaller than his own. Michael liked being big. He was still embarrassed about being naked in front of other lads but he knew that Louise would like it - if she ever wanted to see it, he thought. He then imagined he was fucking Louise and as he imagined his naked body on top of hers, thrusting in and out, his hand started wanking his dick fast. Just then the door to the bathroom opened and David Beckham rushed out in a towel.

"Heh, I forgot my shampoo..." David said and went over, past Michael who still had his dick out although his stiffy was now disappearing fast, to his bag. Michael was still trying to get his willy back in his boxers and pull his trackies up when David stopped and looked at the telly. Michael quickly switched the porn off bu it was too late.

"Were you wanking, mate?" It was obvious by the way Michael hurriedly tried to cover himself up and the busty woman getting fucked on the television but David asked anyway. Michael went bright red. "You horny little devil!"

"Sorry, sorry, I was just really nervous and..." Michael started but David was just standing there in his towel laughing. Michael felt awful.

"Yeah, I understand mate, teenage years are like that," that just made Michael feel even worse. David was still quite young but he was 6 years older than Michael at 23 and that was a reasonably big difference. Michael felt like a little kid.

"Well you'd best not waste it then. I'll just go back in the shower and you can continue. It'll be like I never came in here," David said. He grabbed his shampoo bottle and hopped back into the bathroom.

Michael sat there on the bed with his legs spread feeling bad about himself. But he was still horny and he had just been about to finish up when David had interrupted him. So out came Michael's prick again and it was hard and 8 inches long in no time. Michael jacked his boymeat furiously out of anger and humiliation and just as he was about to cum, the bathroom door opened once again. Click.

David had secretly taken his disposable camera into the bathroom with his shampoo and had snapped a pic of the 17-year-old wonderkid of English football, Michael Owen, lying on a bed with his tracksuit bottoms round his ankles, his face strained and red and his hand furiously jacking his 8 inch dick about to shoot his load.

"Oh!" Michael shouted and this time did blow his load. David snapped another pic this time with Michael's teenboy cream shooting onto the bedsheets. "David!"

"Calm down, Mike," David replied.

"Calm down?? Oh my God, I'm such an idiot. David, I was just horny. I don't do it a lot..." Michael pleaded.

"Calm down. I won't show these to anyone. Just as long as you do something for me."

"Anything! What?"

"Bend over."

"I'm sorry Harry," Michael said, still naked in his mate's arms, "It's just you reminded me of him. It's the only time I've been fucked and your legs were hairy like his..."

"Shh, it's alright Mike. I should have stopped when you told me," Harry apologised.

"No it's my fault, I asked you to do that to me. You should get dressed, Louise will be back soon," Michael said. Harry got up off the bed and went over to his clothes.

"Are you sure you'll be alright, mate?" Harry asked as he pulled his trousers up.

"Yeah, go. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Just stay there. I'll bring your clothes up and then see myself out," and Harry left.

"Michael, are you alright in there?" Louise shouted from the bedroom. Michael was in the bathroom leaning over the sink looking at himself in the mirror. He had matured a lot since 1997. He had more facial hair and let it grew. He'd developed his upper body so that he was muscular all over instead of just on his legs. His big hard pecs were well-defined with Michael's still small nipples on them. Even his new shaven-headed look was an attempt at looking older. Lower down he'd become a bit hairier and his penis had grown even more. His balls were bigger and lower too. He looked into the mirror and angrily remembered David raping him.

"What? Bend over?" Michael asked incredulously.

"Bend over," David said forcefully.

"You mean you're gonna..." Michael stammered.

"Fuck you? Yeah. Unless of course," David shook the camera, "You want the rest of England to know what Michael Owen does when he's not scoring goals?" Michael couldn't say a thing. "Thought so. Take your clothes off."

Trembling, Michael took his t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms off but couldn't bring himself to pull his boxers off. He stood there in front of David, that innocent, vulnerable look on his face. David checked him out. His upper body was very underdeveloped with his small nipples and pale skin colour. He didn't have the six-pack he would have six years later and he was nearly skinny. His big thighs already stood out proudly though, almost straining at the cotton of the shorts.

"Michael, all your clothes. Come on, it looked quite big from what I could see," David urged. Michael turned around and pulled the boxers off and threw them onto the floor. David stood admiring the 17-year-old's tight arse and then, as Michael turned around showing him his 5 inch soft dick and tiny patch of blonde-brown pubes, dropped the towel that was around his waist. David smiled at the sight of the naked Michael Owen in front of him. Michael was still bright red and trembling. He felt cold and exposed with no clothes on and he knew that he would have to do whatever David wanted.

David wasn't bad looking either. His dark, wet hair drooped over his movie-star looks. At 23, David was a fully-developed man and, although he wasn't as yet much more muscular that Owen, he was a lot bigger and stronger. A dark trail of brown pubes ran down from his belly button to a big patch of pubic hair above his penis. It was about 4 inches soft but growing and uncut like Michael. Meanwhile, the young striker was staring open-mouthed at his nude teammate. Michael thought he was straight, but he had always felt something every now and again when he looked at men.

"Corr, Mike, you are a big lad," David commented correctly, bigger than himself even although his dick was now erect and 7 inches long. His foreskin had slid back and he was ready to violate poor Michael. "Go on then, bend over on that bed."

Michael did as he was told and knelt on the bed with his face in the sheets and his arse up in the air. He could hear David lubing up his dick and laughing.

Then David grabbed Michael's arse and spread cold lube up his arse crack and over his cheeks. Michael hated the feeling of having something up his bum. And suddenly it got worse. David rammed as much of his dick up Michael's arse as possible in one violent thrust. Michael screamed.

"Shut up, Michael, someone'll hear us!" Michael stuffed some of the sheet in his mouth and clenched his teeth. Bang. David thrust again. Michael's scream was muffled but tears started to form in his eyes.

"Oh, Michael, you're nice and tight..." David groaned, "...I love your teenboy arse."

That just made Michael feel even worse and he started to cry.

"David, please stop," Michael tried.

"Don't worry, it'll be over soon and no one will ever know about how innocent, perfect teenage Michael Owen tosses off before games," David said and rammed his 7 inch uncut dick up Michael's arse again.

Now David's thrusts quickened until Michael's arse was burning with pain and David's balls were slapping hard against the striker's crotch, causing the 23-year-old midfielder a certain amount of discomfort. Beckham had to slow down before his balls were in agony.

"Don't you like it?" David asked and he slowly slipped his prick in and out, his foreskin sliding back and forth hard. Michael couldn't respond but underneath the pain the feeling of David's tip pounding his G-spot was starting to arouse him.

David sped up again and in no time his balls were thumping against Michael Owen's crotch but he couldn't stop, it felt too good. Instead, he reached underneath Owen and felt his balls swinging around his penis at about 6 and a half inches and hardening.

"So you do like it?" David grinned. He made his thrusts even harder and after a few minutes of his balls smashing up against Michael and his foreskin being tugged back and forth in the boy wonder's arsehole, shot his load. "Uuuuuhhhh!!! Oh, Michael, you're so tight, you're so tight, you're so tight," he repeated over and over again. Then he pulled out of Michael's butt and went into the bathroom to finish his shower.

"Oh, Michael, if anyone hears about this, you know what will be on the back page of the newspapers as soon as I find out about it."

The door to the bedroom swung open and Louise saw Michael's silhouette against the bright light in the door way. She noticed that he was completely naked.

"Michael..." She giggled, "You have missed me."

Michael walked over and jumped under the covers on top of her. He started to take her bra off and pull her underwear down.

"Michael, I'm really tired, stop, stop!" She faked. Michael threw the covers back and straddled her with his big floppy dick resting on her belly. She couldn't resist this hunk with his muscular torso, strong legs and big penis. He lay down on top of her and started kissing her as she threw off her bra and started taking her panties off. Michael wanted to have sex.

"Fuck me, Michael!" Louise ordered.

"Mmmm," was all Michael could manage as he buried his head in her tits and started grinding his crotch over her pussy.

"Come on, fuck me Big Boy!" She shouted, half laughing. She loved the feeling of Michael's big dick around her crotch but she could still feel that it was soft.

Michael loved it when she called him Big Boy and he licked her tits and kissed her but still couldn't get it up. He reached down and rubbed his cock a bit but it was no use. He got off Louise and turned away.

"What's wrong, Michael?" she asked.

"I dunno..." Louise moved her hand under the covers and over Michael's crotch area and started playing with his foreskin and balls. But he stayed soft and 6 inches long.

"Don't you want to?" she asked.

"Look, just leave me alone. I'm going for a drive. Don't wait up," Michael said and got out of bed. She put her bra and panties back on as she watched him move over to closet and cover his cute arse up with a pair of white Calvins before getting fully dressed and going downstairs. Louise turned the light off and went to sleep. Michael went outside and got in his car. He knew what he wanted.

On to Part 4