| TITLE : A Selfish Kind of Loving
After all the woes of last season, Nigel couldn't wait to get out of Upton Park. He didn't try to deny that he loved the club, after all it was West Ham who had given him the chance to make a name for himself within the game after they'd pick him up as a promising youngster from Wimbledon. But Nigel was determined that Reo-Coker would be a household name across the continent, and knew that he wouldn't be able to achieve this at a club that had only just clung on to their Premiership status and were still in jeopardy after the whole Carlos Tevez affair. It was a shame but he knew that he couldn't turn down the chance of a big money move to Aston Villa.
There had been time to play one last match at Upton Park, Nigel wasn't moving until July and, courtesy of some strings being pulled by their influential new Icelandic chairman, West Ham were playing a lucrative friendly match against French champions Lyon towards the end of June. Nigel played beyond himself in the match, and was rewarded with two fine goals to round off the match at 3-2. He felt a surge of emotion as he was given a standing ovation by the Upton Park faithful when leaving the field 3 minutes before time.
Back in the changing rooms there'd been plenty of macho hugs and of course the customary soaking in champagne for a lad who had become very popular amongst the club's players. It felt quite surreal to know that this was the last time he would be stripping down to his briefs in these changing rooms, the last time he'd fling a towel over his shoulder and walk fully naked over to the shower area. Nigel would always get changed towards the front on the changing rooms so it took that extra few seconds to get to the showers; he'd never admit it but he secretly enjoyed knowing that some of the lads would be checking him out just to see how they compared. He was a modest boy but knew that he was well-endowed.
Once everyone had towelled down and redressed, party-loving Anton Ferdinand suggested all coming over to his pad tonight to see off Nigel. It was agreed that a few of the lads would meet up at Anton's place before the hitting the London night life later on.
Nigel had mixed emotions as he took the short walk through the private estate where both he and Anton lived. He appreciated that the lads wanted to see him off properly and was looking forward to a good night out, but knew that it would be difficult to keep his guard up once the alcohol started to take effect. Once before he'd had to laugh it off as playful banter when he got carried away in some drunken wrestling with team mate Dean Ashton and had tried to kiss the striker as he lay on top of him. Nobody seemed too suspicious and Nigel was keen to keep his love life and his career as separate as possible. Gays didn't go down too well in football.
The party was in full swing and Nigel was perhaps feeling a bit better than some of his team mates. Fear of exposing his true feelings for a certain player had prevented him from taking the vodka shots the others were playing games with and meant that he stuck to a few Budweisers. He was only just starting to feel a slight hazy feeling and was a bit more relaxed than when he had first arrived. He thought he looked stylish yet casual in his designer jeans and white t-shirt. As he lay back on the sofa and watched Lucas Neill and Luis Boa Morte battle out an evenly-matched arm wrestle, he looked up to see new boy Craig Bellamy come sit down next to him. Craig had only arrived from Liverpool a few days earlier and Nigel hadn't really had much of a chance to talk to him.
“You may be fooling them, but don't try to hide the truth from me.” Bellamy said ever so quietly so that only Nigel could hear. This sent a panic wave through Nigel's chest but he remained unconcerned.
“Dunno what you're on about mate.” A casual shrug of the shoulders.
Craig gave a discrete nod over to Dean. “I've seen the way you look at him.” Nigel let out a laugh that was meant to sound surprised but came out more as nervous.
“I think you've had a few too many mate.” Coker felt sick but tried to appear casual. He could feel sweat on his forehead. Bellamy didn't smile nor seem annoyed, he looked straight ahead with his hands behind his head in line with his arrogant reputation. He then turned to look at Nigel, who was smiling but his eyes gave away his fear. Craig slowly leaned forward, and whispered in Reo-Coker's ear. As he did so, he very quickly and ever so gently run his hand up Nigel's thigh and gave his sizeable testicles a slight rub before immediately removing his hand.
“If you say so mate.” With that, Bellamy stood up and walked away towards Anton's downstairs bathroom. He turned once to give Nigel a look that was neither provocative nor seductive, yet made his intentions clear. Nigel only had a short time to think. Bellamy wasn't the type he'd normally go for, perhaps a bit too aggressive. The men that Nigel had always fantasized about were a bit more gentle, such as Michael Owen or Real Madrid's Robinho. However he knew that Craig had a reputation as somewhat of a trouble maker, and with what he'd just said Nigel didn't really want to get on his bad side. He got up and, without looking at any of the lads who were still busy around the bar area, slid past the door that was slightly ajar.
Bellamy was leaning against the sink. He looked very smug, exactly what you'd expect from a man who once mocked Alan Shearer. Nigel found him dislikeable but somewhat intriguing. Bellamy looked him up and down, and ordered “Take off your clothes.” Nigel was surprised by this, but went along with what Bellamy said. He pulled his white shirt over his head to reveal a slim physique with a perfectly toned six-pack. Soon his jeans were off too and he stood in the middle of the room in a pair of grey boxers that were doing little to hide his impressive bulge. Craig's eyebrows raised just the slightest bit, before he again ordered “And the rest.” Nigel wasn't sure what to do. On appearances alone he supposed he wouldn't mind having some fun with Bellamy, but he found him so arrogant that he was put off. In this moment's hesitation Bellamy had pulled off his long sleeve shirt and walked around Nigel. He placed both hands on the boy's hips. He took another step forward so that he was pressed right up against Nigel. Bellamy could smell the coco butter that Nigel took some playful teasing for applying in the changing rooms. As Nigel stood still, still unsure, Bellamy pressed his nose against his neck and ran it down to his shoulders. He moved one hand over Reo's fanastic six-pack and onto his pecs, whilst sliding the over hand over to the rim of his grey boxers. Nigel couldn't deny that this manhandling was somewhat of a turn on as Bellamy started to nibble on his neck. He could feel Bellamy's boner grinding against his lower back. Craig slowly pulled down Nigel's boxers, leaving them around his ankles. In the mirror Nigel could see his exposed semi-erect cock, 8 inches, thick and cut. Bellamy took it in his hand and gave it one slow rotation, sending shivers up Nigel's back. Craig took his hand away again and placed it back on Nigel's hips. Nigel, now fully erect and horny, grasped Craig's thighs behind him and whispered “Don't stop.”
Craig smiled and replied, “I'm afraid you'll be doing all the favours tonight.” With that he unzipped his jeans and in one movement took them down along with his boxers to reveal his flag, flying high. Nigel turned around to see what Craig was packing. It wasn't huge, only about 5½ inches and of average width. Craig grabbed Nigel by the head and stated “You're going to suck me off.” It wasn't a request or a proposition, again it was just an order.
Nigel was pushed down to his knees and came face to face with Bellamy's muscle. He had to admit that although it wasn't that big it was rock hard and certainly wasn't undesirable. Nigel hadn't agreed to this but didn't resist as Bellamy took control and, with one hand still on Nigel's head, took his cock and pushed half of it into Nigel's mouth. Nigel liked the feeling of Bellamy's rod inside his mouth, and tried to move forward to take it all in. “No.” said Bellamy, as he held Nigel's head where it was. He took a small step forward so his thighs were against Nigel's shoulders and his cock was thrust fully inside Nigel's mouth. He held Nigel's head in place and proceeded to rapidly fuck his mouth. Nigel wasn't allowed to move, and admitted to himself that he liked the way he was being used for Bellamy's pleasure. It turned him on to watch Bellamy groan as he thrust again and again in and out of him. He didn't know why, but he found something really sexy about the way that Bellamy had no intention of pleasuring Reo and was only in this to enjoy himself.
Bellamy let out a short high pitched sigh and quickly removed his cock. “I'm gonna fuck you. Bend over the bath tub, now!” It wasn't aggressive but his voice had authority behind it and Nigel did as he was told. Bellamy grabbed some nearby shower gel into his hand and quickly rubbed it into Nigel's ass, the cold shower gel making Nigel open his legs wider, wanting to be filled by Bellamy's red hot cock. He soon had his wish, and Craig Bellamy was pumping in and out of him. This was Nigel's first time having full on gay sex, and at first it was painful but he kept quiet so as not to draw attention from the men in the living room. Bellamy learnt forward and nibbled on Nigel's neck again, he took Nigel's long cock in his hand and slowly wanked it, not for Nigel's pleasure but purely for his own. Soon he told Nigel “I'm gonna cum on you, turn around.” Nigel was amazed at how rude this man was but couldn't help but turn around and let Bellamy spurt his hot white cream all over his chocolate stomach and pecs. Bellamy slowly wanked himself off infront of Nigel to make sure all his cum was used, then ordered his team mate to suck the remaining juice from the top of his dick. Nigel did so, as if he had a choice, and enjoyed the thick strong taste that was Craig Bellamy.
Bellamy then calmly got dressed, leaving Nigel standing against the bath tub, stomach covered in his sticky mess and with a huge dark cock standing too attention. Nigel looked down at his massive pole and asked “Doesn't he get any action then?” Bellamy laughed and replied simply: “No, I don't think so. Thanks for the fuck. I'll tell the lads you were feeling a bit tired and needed a shower to wake you up. Good luck at Aston Villa.” With that he turned around and left, leaving a shocked and bemused Nigel wondering what just really happened. He didn't feel abused, he'd quite enjoyed it. He even found it sexy that he'd just been left with this massive hard-on and hadn't been giving what he wanted. There was something about Bellamy that was just so... selfish.
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