Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2015 19:39:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chunky Chains <chunkychains@yahoo.com>
Subject: [Gay - Celebrity] Banging Ben Cohen - 5

This story is about male/male relationships and contains graphic
descriptions of sex.

You should not read this story if it is in any way illegal due to your age
or residence.

This is a work of pure fiction. It mixes fictional characters and events
with real people. However any real person mentioned in this work is purely
an actor playing a part. This story in no way is meant to imply anything
about the sexuality, personality, or behaviour of the actual person.

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COMING FOR TO CARRY ME HOME
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With a roar, Jonathan Joseph finally erupted inside Ben Cohen's arse,
depositing so much seed that it started leaking out around his
cock. Panting heavily and sweating profusely, he waited until his
convulsions had stopped, and then pulled out. A sizeable quantity of semen
dripped out of Ben's behind onto the bench he was lying on, his hole gaping
after such a long and energetic fuck.

Owen Farrell stepped up next, sliding his cock in without any resistance
and immediately starting a rhythmic pounding. Ben barely noticed the
changeover, as he was completely engrossed in deep-throating Henry
Slade. The young fly-half was also lost in the moment, his eyes closed as
he revelled in Ben's oral talents.

Calum Clark was getting close, and Jonny Wilkinson was doing his best to
use his arse muscles to milk the flanker's cock so that he could bring him
to orgasm. He wanted to change position as bending over was starting to
make him ache, so he squeezed and clenched with all his might on the
invader barrelling through his rectum. It did the job, and as Calum yelled
out he felt his behind get yet another load into it.

As soon as Calum pulled out, Jonny stood up straight and took a few steps
forward, disappointing Tom Youngs who was walking over to have a turn.

"Give me a minute mate" said Jonny, heading out of the changing rooms to
the stores. He returned with another yoga mat, which he lay down on the
floor. He then got down on his hands and knees, raised his arse up a bit
and gave it a wiggle.

Tom smiled, and got down on his knees behind the legendary kicker. He lined
up his cock and slid it in, enjoying how slick Jonny's tunnel now was. He
buried himself completely, and then began gentle thrusts back and
forth. This seemed to be hitting a particular spot for Jonny, as he started
to moan for the first time. His moans filled the room, until Mike Brown
headed over and got down on his knees as well, this time in front of
Jonny. He cupped his hand under Jonny's chin to raise his head, and then
pushed his cock into the blond's mouth. Jonny carried on moaning, but the
volume was now muffled as fullback's cock slid down his throat.

At the other end of the room, Danny Care was receiving a similar
treatment. Danny Cipriani had already blown his load in his namesake's
mouth, and Care was now sucking on Kyle Eastmond. Courtney Lawes was still
behind Danny, hammering into his arse while Chris Ashton looked on,
patiently waiting his turn.

The room was filled with the sounds of the three rugby studs getting
spitroasted, while the other players sat around the sides stroking their
cocks in silence. However, the peace was broken when the doors to the
changing room opened with a bang as a loud group of guys piled in. After a
tip-off from Stuart, the Rugby Tonight crew had jumped in their cars and
driven down from Stratford to join in the shenanigans before taping the
show later on. Matt Dawson, Austin Healey, Ben Kay and Lawrence Dallaglio
were not regulars in this scene, but today they were all in the mood for
letting off some steam.

Matt, Austin and Ben made their way round the room greeting some of the
players, stopping to slap the arsecheeks on Jonny and Danny as their
spitroastings carried on. Lawrence, however, paused at the door as he
caught sight of Ben. He'd known his old lover was going to be here, but
seeing him lying there as the two younger players used his holes had
suddenly made him feel a bit weird, like he wasn't sure he wanted to be
here anymore. Eventually he moved away from the door, and slowly walked
over to the bench where Ben was being serviced.

Lawrence stood for a while just watching as Owen and Henry moved their
bodies back and forth, before bending forward to lay his hand on Ben's
chest, gently rubbing his muscles and fingering his matte of chest
hair. Despite how long it had been, Ben immediately recognised the feel of
Lawrence's huge hand, and opened his eyes to make sure. He changed the
angle of his head so that Henry's cock was no longer able to slide down his
throat, but he kept the young player satisfied by gently licking and
kissing the tip of his penis while he looked up at Lawrence. Dallaglio's
eyes were completely focused on Ben's chest, but something made him look to
the left and he realised his old flame was staring right at him. Their
gazes locked as Lawrence continued a tender massage of Ben's chest, and
they didn't look away from each other even as Owen blasted his load up
Ben's arse and Henry climaxed on and round Ben's mouth.

The two younger players stepped away, and Ben immediately sat forward,
stood up and turned so he was face to face with Lawrence. They stood close
to one another as Lawrence returned his hand to Ben's chest, prompting Ben
to reach his hands up to rub on Lawrence's upper arms.

"It's good to see you" Lawrence whispered.

Ben just smiled at him, and then leaned forward. He planted his lips gently
on Lawrence's, and after a moment's hesitation, Dallaglio relaxed into a
kiss with the man he'd once got close to falling in love with. They stood
in the middle of the room kissing one another while lightly touching each
other's bodies, before Ben pulled his mouth away.

"Let's get you naked" he said.  He started to undo Lawrence's shirt
buttons, while Dallaglio removed his hands from Ben's body to deal with his
own belt. When Ben had got all the buttons undone and was starting to push
the shirt off his back, Lawrence stepped away and yanked off his shoes,
socks, trousers and finished the job on the shirt. He then looked over at
Ben and smiled.

"Just like old times" he said.

"Yeah, apart from all the guys watching us" Ben replied, smiling. It was
only when he said this that Lawrence seemed to remember they were standing
in the middle of a changing room surrounded by other plays fucking, sucking
and stroking, and he blushed bright red as he looked around at everyone.

"Worst kept secret in the world!" Matt Dawson shouted at him, laughing. "We
all knew you two were going at it like bunnies back in the day."

Somehow Lawrence's face went even redder, prompting Ben to step over to him
and pull him back in for a kiss. Lawrence was really hesitant this time,
but Ben's persistence won out and he finally relaxed and reciprocated. Ben
then moaned, causing Lawrence to pull away. Nick Easter was standing behind
Ben, fingering his bottom while leering at Lawrence.

"When you lovebirds are finished I'd like to fuck" he said.

Lawrence looked at him, a bit stunned, but when he turned to face Ben he
could see an enormous smile on Cohen's face. Ben leaned forward to give
Nick a bit more easy access, planting one hand on Lawrence's shoulder for
support, and he was soon impaled by Easter. Lawrence held on to Ben as Nick
started to pound away, but then he got a jolt of his own as he felt a hand
cupping his arse and a finger starting to poke between his cheeks.

Lawrence looked round to see Ben Kay behind him, also now completely naked.

"Don't mind me" said Kay.

"What are you doing?!" asked Lawrence, although he didn't move.

Ben Kay smiled at him, and then prodded a bit further into Lawrence's arse
with his fingers.

"Your initiation is legend" Kay said to him. "Thought you might join Jonny
and Cohen here in showing everyone how you took it like a champ."

"I...er..." stammered Lawrence.

Kay smiled at him. "That wasn't a no" he said, and then jammed his fingers
forward so that he penetrated Lawrence's hole briefly.  Dallaglio tensed
up, but immediately felt Ben Cohen's hand on his cheek encouraging him to
turn back to face him. When he did, Ben moved his hand behind Lawrence's
head and pulled him forward so that they were both bent over face to
face. Ben then pulled him in for a deep kiss, helping Lawrence to relax as
Ben Kay started to get him ready.

Ben Kay took his time, gradually re-opening Lawrence's hole with his
fingers and a lot of lube while Dallaglio and Cohen continued a deep and
passionate kiss. Nick Easter blasted inside Cohen and was replaced by Tom
Wood, and he too delivered a long and powerful fuck before shooting his
seed in Ben's dripping arse. It was only once Chris Robshaw had buried
himself inside Ben that Kay decided Lawrence was ready. He applied lube to
his penis, gave Lawrence's arse one more prod with four of his fingers, and
then stepped forward and pushed his member against Dallaglio's entrance. He
slipped in with ease, and pushed forward until he felt Lawrence tense as
his cock got deeper. He held in position for a bit, and then gradually
moved forward again. Eventually he was all the way up, and after holding
for a few moments to let Lawrence get used to the feel of a cock inside him
again, Kay started a gentle fuck.

Ben and Lawrence had carried on kissing throughout, but when Kay's cock hit
Lawrence's prostate he moaned out loud and pulled away. He threw his arm
onto Ben's back, and the two of them gazed into each other's eyes as they
were both pistoned from behind, their moaning in tandem as Kay and Robshaw
matched rhythms. In due course they were both bred by their respective
tops, with other men stepping up to take over. They kept their eyes locked
on each other, never knowing who was fucking them unless they heard a voice
they recognised. They didn't even look away from each other when Austin
Healey got down on his knees between them and took turns sucking on the two
men's cocks.

And so it continued. Lawrence and Ben were ploughed by player after player,
each of them taking load after load. Jonny Wilkinson was spitroasted by duo
after duo, mostly on his hands and knees but occasionally lying on his back
or sitting on someone's cock. Danny Care was passed around the team,
servicing guys with his arse and mouth in every position imaginable. He was
even double-fucked by Matt Dawson and Marland Yarde while Sam Burgess's
cock was deep in his throat.

Eventually the orgy started to wind down as guys headed into the showers
after blowing their loads. With numbers dwindling, Jonny took a turn
ploughing Lawrence before he too headed off to wash, while Danny Care had a
go in Ben's arse prior to disappearing for the day. In time, the last pair
of guys in the room blew their loads in Cohen and Dallaglio, and once
they'd left the two men straightened up their weary bodies. Cum was running
down their thighs and their arses ached, but they smiled at each other and
stepped forward for another kiss.

"I missed you" said Ben, as they broke apart.

"Yeah, it's been far too long" replied Lawrence.

"You did well today" Ben said, smiling at his friend.

"Yeah" said Lawrence, "that was all a bit unexpected."

"How long's it been since you were, you know" asked Ben.

"Since you" Lawrence said quietly. Ben's face dropped.

He remembered the one time in their relationship that he'd taken on the
role of top. Lawrence had been getting increasingly tender with Ben back
then, and on the final night of a South African tour in Cape Town he had
initiated a very different sort of night than they'd ever had before. It
was the closest they'd ever come to making love, but it also marked the
beginning of the end. Lawrence woke up in Ben's arms the following morning
feeling completely freaked out, and had slipped out of the bed and left the
room before Ben stirred. He remained distant for the whole journey home,
sitting apart from Ben on the plane and rushing off after collecting his
bag at Heathrow without saying goodbye. He stopped returning Ben's calls,
and instead threw himself into a series of relationships with women. In
time Ben realised that whatever they'd had was over, and burnt by the
experience he had also started to pursue women. They returned to just being
players on the same team, albeit two who managed to always avoid being
alone together.

"I'm sorry" said Lawrence. "I didn't handle things well back then."

"No" said Ben, "you didn't."

The two men stood in silence, the tenderness that had existed earlier
seemingly gone. Ben turned away, grabbing a towel off the bench before
starting to walk towards the showers.

"I'm sorry" Lawrence eventually said again as Ben was about to step into
the shower room.  Ben stopped, and turned to his old lover.

"Come on" he said, a slight smile forming on his face, "let's get cleaned
up."

Lawrence hesitated, and then followed Ben into the showers.

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It was pitch dark outside as Ben watched Lawrence's car drive away. They
had been in a secluded corner of the bar for hours, drinking coffee,
talking, forgiving and reminiscing. Lawrence had long since called off
taking part in the taping of the show that night, realising it was far more
important to deal with something he had felt guilty about for years. They
had enjoyed catching up, and despite all the tenderness and kissing during
the orgy earlier, they both knew that the feelings they'd once had for one
another had changed. What they worked on during their evening in the bar
was replacing those feelings with a close and re-kindled friendship, and as
Ben watched Lawrence disappear into the distance he felt warm and
comforted. This was not what he had expected at all when he arrived at
Pennyhill Park earlier that day.

He smiled to himself, and then made his way over to his own car. It was now
cold out, so he was glad to climb in and get the heating turned on. As he
sat in the darkness waiting for the car to warm up, he felt his phone
vibrate in his pocket. He shuffled around trying to get it out from his
jeans for so long that the screen was dark, but after pressing the button
and typing in his PIN he was pleased to see a text message from David
Beckham. He tapped into his messenger app, and a huge grin appeared on his
face as he read:

	Mr Cohen,

	Your presence is requested at The Dorchester for High Tea at noon
tomorrow, by r oyal appointment.

	Regards,

	D. Beckham Esq

	p.s. LOL can you imagine if I spoke like this??

`By royal appointment' could only mean one thing, and Ben's grin got even
wider as he thought about what lay in store for tomorrow. It was going to
be awesome, but he was going to have to make sure he had the a clean suit
and ironed shirt so he needed to get home quickly in case an early morning
dash to the shops was required. He started up the car, flicked on the radio
and turned it up as Bon Jovi blasted out, and sped out of Pennyhill Park.

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TO BE CONTINUED

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