TITLE : Monday - Part 1
AUTHOR : Soccer Tim
PAIRING : Roy Keane/John O'Shea
RATING : NC-17
DISCLAIMER : This story dose not represent the persons named in any way or reflect their sexuality. It is a total work of fantasy.
AUTHOR'S NOTES : This story follows on from the events in A Drunken Night in Manchester.

Part 1

Roy Keane was driving home. It was a wet grey Manchester day, the kind of day that was depressed enough to inspire Morrissey from the Smiths. Roy thought about the long dull day. Soccer was not all glamour like beck's publicity machine would have you believe. It was a job, work like any other work. It was dull most of the time. He had not seen Nicky since he left Sunday afternoon and Giggs was off for the day. So he had not to deal with the embarrassment of meeting them, now they knew he was a bisexual. Still, so was Ryan, he thought.

Roy pulled into his parking bay at his home, his old batcher flat, and walked in. He was wearing the black training tracksuit. It was thick and warm. The flat had been cleaned by his housekeeper but he kept her out of the bedroom which was still a mess. So he dropped his bag on the bed and went a bout making something to eat and drink.

He sat on the sofa eating the last of his pasta bake and drained his second bottle of Beck's beer. T.V. was boring as fuck and it was raining outside. He got another bottle of beer. Maybe he should phone up Nicky Butt but what to say? "Hi, Nick. What to come over for a screw, mate?"

Roy laughed to himself. He unzipped his tracksuit top. It was warm in the flat and he went into the bedroom. He thought, I wonder what he's doing, what he's thinking?

Roy half-heartedly started to tidy up the bedroom. He put the clothes that needed washing in one heap and then he found Giggs' pants dry but covered in spunk stains from yesterday. Boy, had that been horny! Giggs and Butt and then some wanking with Nicky. Roy was starting to get horny as he replayed the events. He pushed his hand down inside his trackkies to free his now stiff cock. He sniffed the pants that stank of man spunk. His and Nick's. God, Roy felt horny. As he stood wanking his hard cock, he quickly pushed down his trackkies and pants to his knees and grabbed his hard thick six-inch cock and wanked. The cool air round his hairy ball felt great as he held the used pants close to his face. The smell was intoxicating. His cock was throbbing. It felt so hard as Roy thought about how he had screwed Nicky then Ryan. "Oh yeah, Ryan."

Then the intercom Buzzer sounded...

On to Part 2