Date: Mon, 02 Oct 2006 23:01:30 +0200
From: Paris 998 <paris_998@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dallaglio's Big Dong

Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers apply. This story depicts homosexual sex acts
and is entirely FICTIONAL. It is not intended to imply anything about the
sexual orientation of any of the characters or knowledge about their
private lives. If you are likely to be offended or committing an offence by
reading this story, do not read any further.

Dallaglio's Big Dong

Lawrence Dallaglio was in bed with his lover Jonny Wilkinson. The two men
had met in a pub in London before going back to Dally's hotel room. On the
way up in the lift there had been hard, wet, passionate, sex-craved
kissing. When they had gotten into Lawrence's suite, both men had ripped
off the other's shirt, Jonny exploring every inch of the Anglo-Italian
stud's masculine chest while his older lover reciprocated by rubbing the
younger man's dick.

But now they were in bed, Lawrence on his back, his cock standing up
proudly and arrogantly from his pubes, Jonny riding the thick man-meat,
taking every inch of it up his arse, both men moaning and grunting and
groaning in incoherent lust-filled groans. Lawrence was going to come,
fuck, oh yes, oh yes, oh God, I'm nearly there Jonny, take my load
mate.....

At that moment, Lawrence woke up from the horniest dream of his life. It
wasn't the first time he'd had a dream like that but it was certainly the
first one in a long time that gotten his dick as hard as a rock. Last
night, it had been his other team mate Ben Cohen, the night it had been the
memory of the time that the sexy French rugby player Christophe Dominici
had wanked each other off in the changing room at Twickenham. And 3 nights
ago it had been about the time not so long ago when sexy former cricketer
Darren Gough and him had been in a spit roast with James Cracknell.

Lawrence was stark naked in bed, his gorgeous tanned body a sharp contrast
to the crisp white sheets of the bed. His 8.5 inch dick tenting the sheets,
Lawrence placed one hand behind his head, the other hand moving down his
sculpted body, caressing the beautiful hard pecs he was so proud of,
lightly pinching his now erect stiff nipple. With every inch of his chest
that he felt, his erection stood bolt even more bolt upright and got even
harder.

He threw back the covers of the double bed, first cupping one pec in each
hand, each thumb caressing the corresponding nipple. His cock was still
bolt upright, standing out proudly from the thick black pubic forest. He
was already leaking a veritable river of precum. He knew that the 4 days he
had gone without wanking would soon be over and he would be coming like
Niagara Falls.

Placing both hands on his tree trunk thighs, he inspected his gorgeous
man-meat, hard and quivering with anticipation. The mushroom head now
almost glowing a deep angry violet, demanding that the swollen nuts spurt
their load.

Reaching into the mini-bar beside his bed, Lawrence brought out the whipped
cream he had bought from the supermarket last night. It had been chilling
in the fridge now and would now be perfect against the heat of his
masculine body.

Opening the can, he squirted half of its contents between his pecs, rubbing
them all over the massive mounds of muscle. He covered the small patch of
black hair nestling above the entrance to his pecs before smoothing the
rest down his torso, rubbing both of his nipples to full erection as he
that of the last time that his regular fuck buddy Ben Cohen had licked
champagne off his naked body.

His breathing grew increasingly ragged as with his hands he reached his
flat stomach. Taking the remainder of the whipped cream, he aimed the
canister at his pubic bush. And fired.

Cool, whipped cream spurted into his scorching hot forest, coating the base
of his throbbing big hard shaft. He scooped up the remnants of the cream
from his chest, mixing it with that from his bush, and creamed up his
throbbing cock. The contrast between the two, the cold cream and his
scorching hot cock, was incredible. He covered his mantool with it, working
up and down until soon every inch of it was covered in the stuff, rubbing
his sensitive mushroom head until he neared the point of no return.

Getting out of bed, he walked over the wardrobe, his big, hard, angry cock
bobbing violently with every footstep that the big hunk took. He reached
into the wardrobe and brought out his vibrator. He stood in front of the
mirror, his big muscular chest now clear of the cream, most of it having
fallen on the floor, but his bush was still fairly covered with it. And his
cock was still that dark purple shade, now leaking shamelessly.

Switching on the battery powered device that would soon have him shaking in
orgasm, he put the tip to the top of his pubes, letting some of the cream
on it to act as lube. Then, sitting down on the carpet, he slowly placed
the vibrating head to his arse. It felt FUCKING amazing. He was so turned
on that the head nearly hit his G spot immediately. His cock started
twitching in response, standing up even harder than ever before, twitching
furiously and desperate for release from the prison of
frustration. "FUCKKKKKKKKING HELL", he thought.

With his left hand holding the vibrator in place as it whirred, he slowly
started wanking, running his right hand up and down his shaft, enjoying the
mix of the precum and the remnants of the cream still left there. It wasn't
long before he could feel his G spot being hit time and time again by the
vibrator, and he sped up, pumping his big hard fat cock even harder,
thinking of all the fit sexy hunks he'd ever fucked, thinking of how great
Jimmy Cracknell's nipples had tasted between his lips and how he had moaned
appreciatively as Dally had eaten out Cracknell's arse before showing his
cock up there. How he and Andy Roddick had 69'd in the changing rooms at
Wimbledon while Roddick's lover Roger Federer had watched them while he
wanked. And about the last time he had hooked up with Ben Cohen, when he'd
wanked all over the younger man's forest of hair before sucking his big
hairy cock.

With that thought, Lawrence came in rivers, his massive cock exploding its
white juices all over his chest, his big balls shooting their load
everywhere. The vibrator fell out of his arse with a loud pop and the big
man lay on the floor, his heart racing and his hands scooping up his spunk
as he breakfasted on the combination of the cream from the canister and the
cream from his balls.


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