TITLE : New Encounters (Saturday) Part 1
AUTHOR : Soccer Tim
PAIRINGS : Ryan Giggs, Nicky Butt, Roy Keane, John O'Shea, Alan Shearer, Frank Lampard, Wayne Rooney
RATING : NC-17
DISCLAIMER : This story does not represent the persons or brands 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

Ryan Giggs sat in his car outside the building side gates. It was late afternoon. Where is he, thought Ryan. He was already running late. Still he had promised and it was so rare to get a free Saturday. Suddenly Ryan's phone buzzed. He quickly pulled it out of his black trakkies and eagerly opened it. There was a new message: Newcastle 2 Chelsea 1 We stuffed them Will show up A.S.P and hit the Rd. Nick.:). The message ended with a smiley face.

Ryan smiled. He missed Nicky Butt. Since he was sent on loan to Newcastle United, Ryan had missed his old mate and all the fun they had had together.

Ryan started to type in a reply. OK maybe late still waiting, have pin number and map. Ryan ended his message also with a smiley.

As he sent it, he looked up to see Roy Keane coming up to the car. He had on his country gent outfit of green Wellington boots, a tweed, two-piece suit with a white zip-necked sweatshirt on. Jesus, thought Ryan, this man has no style. Ryan opened the window. "Thought you were not coming. I was thinking of going, Roy."

Roy said, "It's OK. I had to put the wife off coming out here too and all, as well as lose a cunt from the press but that's life, ain't it?"

"Yeah," replied Ryan who got out the car. "So, Roy you going to show me round this new place of yours?"

Roy pulled out some keys. "It's a building site. It will be muddy. Don't want you moaning about spoiling your nice trainers."

Ryan smiled. "No, these are old, Roy."

Roy opened the gates and let Ryan in, then locked them behind them. Ryan could see the large new house was close to completion. The roof was on and most of the major work done. Roy was very proud of it. He was always boring people by going on about his dream home, his new house. As Ryan looked at it, he was impressed it was going to be some pile. "Well, Roy, let's have the ten-pound tour then."

Roy began to show Ryan. "Though the house much was a shell, there was going to be a gym, a pool with Jacuzzis, all the best and more, loads of bedrooms and en-suites and all."

Ryan made interested and polite comments, but he did need to get going. He looked at his watch. Roy saw him. "Got to be somewhere, Giggsy?"

Ryan looked a little embarrassed. "It's not a prob. Roy it's just I promised I'll meet Nick with some of his gear. I am running it up to Newcastle today."

Roy smiled. "I suppose you miss him."

Roy winked and smiled his widest grin. "We been around together man. And boy - "

"Roy, yeah, I miss him, you know that," replied Ryan.

Roy patted his back in a manly way. "So who's he shagging now he's not jumping you, hey?"

Ryan laughed. "Fuck knows? That randy old dog Alan Shearer has been after him for years."

Roy smiled. "Well before you go, you must see the bedroom."

"OK, Roy."

The room was more complete and had windows with dustsheets hung over them as makeshift curtains and the carpenters were fitting out wardrobes and all their tools lay around as well as a work benches with some old cups of tea left on them. Ryan looked round. "Well this is near complete, Roy. Very nice. 'Cos you know Stacey will want her own luxury home. When she sees this, it will fucking bankrupt me."

"Ah, don't be so fucking mean. Ryan, for fuck's sake, Rooney's carline will bankrupts all."

Both guys laughed. Roy reached into his jacket and pulled out a small bag and passed it to Ryan. "Thought you might remember these."

Ryan opened the bag and pulled out a pair of black Calvin Klein pants. Ryan looked puzzled. "Wear them for Buttie. He will remember them."

Ryan was even more puzzled. "Why?"

Roy moved in close to Ryan as if to share a secret. "Cos they are yours, Ryan. You left them behind that drunken Saturday night in Manchester when I shagged the two of you."

Ryan flushed red at the thought. "Oh yeah, that night. That was some night, Roy."

Ryan smiled then jumped as he felt Roy's hand between his legs, feeling his crotch up as Roy whispered in Ryan's ear. "You got pants on?"

Ryan looked at Roy. "No."

Ryan put his hands round Roy's back and held him. Roy's hand was fondling Ryan's cock and balls. The material was making him starting to get hard and tent out the plain black trakkies. Roy was enjoying this too. He could feel Ryan's cock and his phone and car keys too. But his cock was quite hard as Roy rubbed and squeezed it, Ryan put his hands under Roy's jacket and felt his strong muscled back. "Roy, it's nice but... I must go."

Roy just breathed deeply and shoved his hands down the back of Ryan's trakkies, clasping his buttocks in both hands. "God, Giggsy your ass is hot. It's like so hairy to feel. You cannot imagine the times I wanted to do this."

Ryan was really getting turned on by the direct action Roy was taking. He wanted to go but Roy had this strong sexual magnetism that held Ryan there. As Roy's hands pushed down Ryan's trakkies exposing his hairy butt to the cold air, Ryan could feel Roy's stiff cock in his tweeds. He rubbed its hard thick outline, thinking if I wank him off quick I could be on my way. He pulled down the zipper and pushed his hand in. He could feel the silky boxer shorts that were black silk. He thought that's a surprise. Ryan's hand soon found Roy's stiff hard cock as it stuck out like a hard banana. Ryan squeezed and tugged it as Roy pulled down Ryan's trakkies, releasing his stiff cock that was fully hard. A thin long tool.

Roy wanked, rubbing the naked helmet of Ryan's cut six inches, then went back to feeling Ryan's ass. Roy pulled the cheeks apart then moved Ryan towards the carpenters workmate. Ryan had to shuffle with his trakkies round his ankles. Roy whispered in his softest Irish accent. "Turn round, Ryan please."

Ryan had hold of his throbbing cock that was hard as iron. God, he had never thought this would happen. Ryan had held off sex for days, saving himself for Nicky. But now Roy had hold of him. He turned round. Roy put his strong arms round him and pushed him over the workmate. The cups of old tea fell off and smashed. But that did not bother the two off them as their cocks were hard and their passionate blood pumping. Roy's weight held Ryan down. He could feel Roy rubbing his hard against his ass in a state of sheer lust. Roy pushed up Ryan's top and kissed his back, working his way down Ryan's spine. This was so horny. Ryan moaned out loud as Roy pulled his hairy crack open and shoved his hot tongue deep into his crack. It was soon full of saliva and Roy started to rim and lick Ryan's ass hole. Ryan gasped with pleasure. This was a first. He had never gone this far but Roy was going to town with his hot wet tongue he was penetrating Ryan's hole. "Fuck Roy, you're good, oh god."

Ryan was now holding his ass open so Roy could get deeper when he licked and rimed him. Roy quickly pushed himself free of his tweed jacket and undid his trousers as he crouched behind Ryan, getting a good view of Ryan's spread ass. He so liked the look of Ryan's hairy ass. "God, Ryan you're so hot and a fucking good change from licking out fannys."

Roy was pushing down his pants. As he knelt his hard cock free, it stuck out between his legs, his balls tight. Pre-come dripped from his cock. Roy did not stop his licking and rimming. Ryan was so turned on he was slipping in his own fingers "Oh god, fuck me Roy, fuck me. I need to be your bitch," Ryan blurted out.

But Roy was ahead on the game. He was pulling a condom onto his thick cock as he stood up behind Ryan. Roy let his tweed trousers and black silk pants fall to his knees. The material was stopped from falling further by Roy's green Wellingtons. Roy was now well worked up. Hard and he needed to fuck Ryan as much as Ryan wanted him.
Roy stuck his fat hard helmet into Ryan's hole. "AHHHHa, fuck Roy, take it slow."

But Roy was so horny he pushed in long and hard and deep to his pubes. Ryan bit his arm to hold in the scream of pain. "Oh god, Roy. Don't rape me. Let me get used to you."

Roy heard the rape word. This made him stop. Maybe he didn't have to be rough. He held back his cock deep up Ryan's tight ass. He moved slowly. "Sorry, Ryan. I was so horny I had to."

Ryan was moving himself, letting his hole get used to the thick hard invader. It soon felt good and Roy began to fuck as Ryan spread his legs, bracing himself on the workmate. Ryan reached under with his free hand and gripped his hard tool and began to wank his cock. It felt hard and good, so near shooting but Ryan wanted to hold out for Roy whose fit body was working up a sweat as he fucked. Soon the empty room echoed to the sound of panting and groaning as Roy's hips rhythmically slapped into Ryan's butt. As he fucked harder and faster, Roy gripped Ryan by the hips. He took long deep strokes and thrust in and out, then some quick thrusting.

Ryan had now lost all control. He was wanking like a mad dog, his balls bursting to shoot from his stiff skinny cock which was covered in wet pre-come that made his dangling ball bag shine. Then he could hold back no more. The fucking of Roy's thick cock sent a surging fountain of spunk up for his nuts that shoot out his pulsing cock.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH, yerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... Fuck yeah... yeah, yeah," exclaimed Ryan as his orgasm exploded. As Roy fucked his ass, spunk shoot out hot and creamy, some landing on the workmate, some splashing Ryan's hairy legs. The spasmodic gripping of Ryan's hole was too much for Roy. It pushed him into coming. He pulled his cock out, whipped off the rubber and watched as he sprayed Ryan's hairy butt with his thick cream. "God fucking yeah!" bawled Roy. "Yerrrrrrrrrr!"

As he blew his load, Roy real got off on seeing his man juice spraying over and then dripping off Ryan's black hairy ass.

After a few minutes to catch their breaths, the two men turned to each other and kissed. "Ryan, I fucking need that so much. You're so..."

Ryan put a finger to Roy mouth. "Shhhhhhh, don't complicate things."

The two guys cleaned up as best as they could. The light was going as evening drew in. Roy saw Ryan back to his car. Both men were very silent. "Drive safely, Ryan. Give my best wish to Butty."

Ryan smiled, waved and hooted as he drove away. He saw Roy go back into the building site.

Roy moved through the darkening house back up to the bed room. He looked round as he heard footsteps and a voice. "OK, Keano. You said five hundred pounds."

A large figure of a man held out a wad of bank notes towards Roy Keane.

On to Part 2