Banging Ben Cohen

By Chunky Chains

Published on Jul 26, 2015

Gay

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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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.


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.


TO BE CONTINUED

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