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Subject: Soccer God This is an fictional story about the hottest man in the field of Soccer. Ben Cohen is God like in his beauty, and has an incredible body. This story dedicated to this man is pure fiction and does not pretend to say he is Gay or would ever try a Gay relationship. But he is Gay friendly at least… +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Soccer God I had never much been into soccer. Save maybe when I was younger and liked to play on the school grounds. But as a Gay adult male, Soccer as well as most sports don’t pose much interest to me. Unless there is a hot guy on a team or something. But I would more follow baseball of even football before I even thought about soccer. Well that changed when I saw him. Ben Cohen. A young and gorgeous soccer player from Great Britain caught my eye when I was perusing the internet one day. I was on someone’s social media page just seeing what people were up to, when I saw Ben’s picture on a friends page. The man was in shorts and posing for some sports magazine I suppose. But he was in shorts that showed of his beefy thighs and he was shirtless. The first thing was the sound of my jaw hitting the desk. This magnificent specimen of man had an awesome torso that was covered in a nice coating of hair. His face was perfection and that smile made my bursa escort bayan dick twitch. Needless to say I sent my friend a question on who this man was. He told me it his name was Ben Cohen, and he thought he was the most gorgeous man on the planet. I agreed hole hearted with him at that point. Well after seeing this Soccer God’s images online. especially those of him in underwear. his awesome hairy body exposed and a nice sized cock trapped in those ever so lucky briefs. I jerked myself to a gushing orgasm that day. But that was all I figured I would have was fantasies of this magnificent man. That is until the day there was pride in my city. As is every year for this event. I go to the downtown area where the festivals and the parades are being held. So I went out to meet up with some friends to hang out with them for the day. It was at the parade that I saw him. Amongst the Bears , the leather studs, and the drag queens on their marches and floats along the route was Mr Cohen himself. He was sitting atop a convertible waving to all the gays standing at the sides of the road. So many started whistling and shrieking as this God of a man passed before them. he had on jeans and one of his stand Up t-shirts on. His smile in person was astonishing. Then in moments his car was gone from sight. My dick was also throbbing in my pants görükle escort as I watched this man disappear from sight. I thought to myself. “Well I saw him in person ” sort of. I went to the park area shortly after to drink and be merry with my gay friends. For the most part the whole day was a good one. Good times and a glimpse of Ben Cohen. As evening wore on my friends and I found ourselves at a local gay pub. We drank a little more and dance to the thrumming beat of the typical dance tune that played at all the gay establishments. At about 11pm I figured that I would head home before I drank too much. So I bid adeu’ to my friends and left the bar. I was only a few blocks from my car when I saw a trio of unsavory types walking towards me. I decided to cross the street to make sure they were just passing through. When they too crossed the streets, fear started to push into my system. here I was in the gay part of town and being followed by some thugs. and of course to my luck there were few people on the streets. I turned a corner and sped up my pace to distance myself from them. When I didn’t see them behind me anymore, I figured I was safe. But then as I rounded the block to go back towards my car, one of them jumped out from behind a truck. I stopped dead in my tracks. then the other two creep out from the shadows. bursa escort bayan “Where are you goin fag” One of them spit out “Just trying to get home” I replied back in fear “No you ain’t pussy boy.” he shouted. Then they all came at me. I turned to run but it was too late. one of them grabbed me my the shirt and pulled me down. I was on the ground in seconds and they were throwing punches at me. I usually am pretty good at defending myself, but not against these three. I curled up in a all as I was punched and kicked. I cried out for help as I was assaulted. My thoughts rushed to a doom that would befall me at the hands of these thugs. But then I heard shouting. And rushing feet and then one of the guys was pulled off me. I heard someone yelling . “Leave him alone” Then the thugs cursing back at someone and then the waling on me had stopped. I heard fighting and the sounds of a someone crying out. I didn’t dare move. Firstly from the fear I felt, but also the injuries I had suffered . My sides hurt and I know they connected with my face once or twice. tears filled my eyes and I just lay there praying that I would survive. Then I heard a soft gentle voice above me “Are you hurt badly” There was an accent in this man’s voice. This savior in my hour of need. I slowly turned to look up at this person who came to my aid. And there looking down on me with his gentle face was Ben Cohen. It must have been the beating I took or some sort of hallucination as I then fainted before him…. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ part one of my tale.

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