TITLE : Sunday the Morning After Part 3
AUTHOR : Soccer Tim
PAIRINGS : Nicky Butt/Roy Keane, Ryan Giggs
RATING : NC-17
DISCLAIMER : This story does 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 3

Nicky Butt lay back spreading his legs and breathed in deeply Roy Keane's hand was working away on his cock, wanking him nice and slow under the covers. Roy was working his hand over Nicky's nuts squeezing them. "You normally this horny in the morning then, Nick?"

Roy asked as he continued to play with Nicky, picking up a faster pace of tossing him. "Oh yerrrr, Roy. Keep doing that and it won't be long before I'll shoot off, arh, arh!"

Roy pulled back the covers and watched as he pulled back Nick's foreskin so his helmet popped out bright red and dripping strings of precome. It was soon swollen up like a lollypop on a stick so Roy used the copious precome to rub his whole hand over Nick's cock.

"Ohhhhh. Arrrrrr, yes. Yer, oh yer." gasped Nicky.

Roy could see Nick's balls tighten up in their sack so Roy gently grabbed them and pulled the sack down between his thumb and forefinger. Nick tried to get his hands on his cock. Roy pushed him down and put his arm cross Nick's chest. "You lay back and enjoy. This one's on me."

Roy pulled Nick's cock upright and started to wank him, holding him down. Nick's free hand was rubbing Roy's back. He could feel the muscles working and the sweat on Roy's skin.

Roy spat into his hand to lube it up and continued to toss Nick's hard cock. There was the sound of wanking and deep breathing as the two guys grunted and groaned with pleasure. "Oh yer, Nick. Come on, Nick. Come on, Nick. Shoot, mate. Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot your fucking load!"

Roy was really working Nicky, his balls bouncing as his hips kept time thrusting his cock.

"Oh fuck, fuck yer, Roy, man. I'll shoot, going to shoot." gasped Nick as the first squirts of spunk shot out high in the air. Roy aimed Nick's cock so the main load pumped out over his ginger-haired belly. "That's it, boy. Shoot, shoot, shoot it out!"

Roy kept hold of Nick's pulsing cock as his spunk shot out leaving a sticky trail in Nick's pubes. "Whoo. Good one, Nick. Good load, son."

He glanced over this shoulder at Nick's red face as he gasped in air. Roy took his arm and weight off Nick's chest and reached out for a rag to clean off Nick's spunked load. He rubbed the black rag over Nick's belly. "Best dry you off there, Nick."

Roy specked, Nick looked. "Hey! Fuck! What you using, Roy? They're Giggs' pants!"

Nicky said almost in shock, then burst into laughter as Roy said, "Shouldn't leave them laying around then."

Roy sat up laughing, holding the now stained black pants in his hands. "What's he going to say, Roy?"

Roy laughed and knelt up. "I don't give a fuck what he says. We could post them to him if you like."

Nick was now pissing himself with laughter. "I could just see the faces of fanclub women when they see them."

Roy was sniggering. "Yer from your adoring fans."

Both guys were laughing now. Roy pulled his stiff throbbing cock out of the leg of his shorts. "I'll post him another load, hey."

Roy wiped the sticky end of his cock on Ryan's pants then put them down and started to wank his stiff thick tool. Nicky lay there and watched as Roy wanked his own cock. His fist was a blur as he pumped his cock fast and hard. Roy's face was screwed up, his eyes closed. He was breathing heavy, too. The room echoed to the sound of foreskin slapping back and forth. Nicky watched open-mouthed as Roy worked himself up to orgasm.

"Go on, Roy. Fuck his ass. Give him a fucking. Fuck his ass."

Nick called out as if to encourage Roy to come. "Go on, boy. Fuck him. Fuck Giggs. Fuck Giggs."

Roy gasped in air and stopped. His eyes flew open as he snatched up Giggs' pants, pulling back his foreskin, the purple helmet throbbing as Roy squeezed his cock. He brought the pants close and let go, spewing out a thick river of white come on to them. Spurt after spurt splashed out as Roy orgasmed. "OH YERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR..."

Nick clapped his hands. "Great show."

Roy dropped the now spunk-covered pants on the floor. "Yuck hay."