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.
-------------- BIG BOTTOM BEN --------------
The incessant beeping of the alarm clock finally roused Ben Cohen from a deep sleep, and after a groggy few seconds he reached out and shut it off. Blinking as he stared at the ceiling, he pondered the day ahead. Tuesday. The day of the party.
Hauling his weary body out of the bed, he tramped through to the bathroom, took a long pee and then let the shower finish waking him up. He then set about getting himself thoroughly clean, paying particular attention to his rounded, rugby player bottom. He was sure there was still some of Tom Brady's cum up there from the long session they'd had the night before, and he wanted to be completely clean for his guests later on.
Once clean, dry and freshly shaven, he ordered some room service and then settled down at the table by the window to take in the view of Boston. He'd become a regular visitor to the city, although he usually just passed through on his way from Logan to P-town for the summer seasons of charity events, inspirational talks and other initiatives that his Foundation was involved in with the LGBT community. That was the official line anyway.
Eventually the room service arrived, although Ben was disappointed to find a young lady delivering it rather than the hot stud who had brought it up the day before. Still, at least it meant he wouldn't have to have another post-coital shower before everyone arrived.
While eating his eggs, Ben found himself thinking back to the beginning of his journey from rugby hero to cum-loving bottom...
His enjoyment of sex with men had started as far back as 2000, when he had first been called up to the England squad. After his first game, the rest of the team initiated him into the ways of capped players by crowding around him in the showers and requiring him to get down on his knees and suck them all off. However, on this occasion (as it did also when Lawrence Dallaglio and Jonny Wilkinson got their first caps), some of the players got bored of waiting and encouraged Ben to his feet, bending him over so that he could carry on his oral ministrations while also giving them access to his arse. The first fuck was painful for Ben, but he took it like a champ and was rewarded with Lawrence's seed. Five more fucks followed before the initiation was over, but by that time Ben had been converted.
Normally a player was only required to submit to his teammates during his initiation, but Ben's new-found lust for cock meant he made himself available to the rest of them whenever they wanted. This was always confined to the changing rooms post-game, except with Lawrence. He had become very fond of the younger player, and away from the raucous antics of the team he enjoyed spending time in bed with Ben and having unlimited access to the man's talents as a bottom. However, both men pursued relationships with women as well, and over time their tryst fizzled. As Ben's role in the England squad also started to decline, he found himself getting less and less action with men until he eventually stopped looking, settling into married life with his wife.
However, it had all begun again with Strictly. By the time he had signed up for the show he had already cemented his status as a gay icon by launching the StandUp Foundation, doing his bit to combat bullying and homophobia. His work had taken him around the world, and allowed him to spend time away from his family immersed in a world of sport, corporate hospitality and gay men. At the same time his marriage was starting to become strained, in part because an itch had resurfaced. An itch for men. An itch to be fucked.
Strictly had served him the remedy like a smorgasbord. While the tabloids invented stories about an affair with his dance partner Kristina Rihanoff, the truth was that Ben had quickly made himself available to the other men on the show and most had taken up the offer. Ashley Taylor Dawson dumped a load in Ben's arse every Saturday as a way of getting himself warmed up for the live shows, whilst Pasha, Robin, James and Artem loved nothing more than gangbanging the rugby stud once the filming was over. Ben was pretty sure they were more disappointed when he was voted off in the eighth week than he had been.
Since then he had been insatiable, and had become one of the most sought-after bottoms in the little-known world of the celebrity underground. The separation from his wife in the months after Strictly had only increased his ability to find cock, and he now rarely went to bed without at least one load up his arse.
Following his leisurely breakfast, Ben got a little unsettled and decided to head out for a walk round the neighbourhood, to kill the time before his guests arrived. He always got like this when he was expecting men, becoming briefly panicked about what he was about to do and what it could lead to. Once it had got the better of him and he'd cancelled an imminent session, but fortunately David Beckham was not the sort of guy to take no for an answer. Ben always tried to remind himself of that particular occasion when he started to get cold feet, remembering that if he had allowed his nerves to get the better of him that day he wouldn't now have his favourite fuck-buddy.
Thinking of David did the trick as usual on this occasion too, and Ben headed back to the hotel to get ready. Once in the room, he stripped off his clothes and donned his England Rugby jockstrap. He then lubed up his favourite dildo, lay down on the bed and started to get himself loosened up a bit. He loved to get fucked, but preferred not to feel like he was being ripped in two on the initial penetration.
As he pleasured himself with the dildo, Ben began to lose track of time. He allowed his mind to wander to some of his conquests. Cristiano Ronaldo. That had been a real headboard-banger. The Wanted. He'd not been able to sit down after they were done with him. Chris Evans. His arse had felt like it was on fire once the human torch had flamed out. Ah, memories...
He was brought back to reality by the ringing of the phone. Jumping over to the side of the bed with the dildo still inserted up his arse, he took the call from Reception and asked them to send up his guests. He then quickly got rid of the dildo, sorted out the bedsheets a bit, and then went to the hotel door to leave it ajar. His heart beating out of his chest, he then put on his eyeshade, got on all fours at the edge of the bed, and waited.
None of them talked as they came into the room. Ben heard the room door being closed, and the sounds of men undressing, but he still wasn't sure how many of them there were. Then he felt the bed sink down, as one of the guys climbed on up and presented his cock to Ben's face. Sensing the heat, Ben opened his mouth and the cock was inserted. Thick, cut, long and warm. Just how he liked them.
While he began sucking on the cock in his mouth, he felt a warm hand on his exposed buttcheeks. A finger made contact with his hole, and then slipped inside. Almost as quickly as it entered, it was removed.
"He's ready" he heard a gruff voice say.
"A'ight" said another.
Immediately he felt the spongy, unmistakable pressure of a cock on his hole, and he relaxed himself for the entry. In a single slow thrust, he was entered to the hilt by a fairly large penis, which started to thrust in and out of him almost immediately.
"Mmmmmm" groaned Ben around the cock in his mouth.
The guys at either end of him got into a rhythm, skewering Ben back and forth on their cocks while he moaned in sheer pleasure. Occasionally his fucker would slap his buttcheeks, but otherwise this was a straight-up spit-roast. The two men pistoned back and forth for about half an hour, before both started to increase their pace. Then, with some groans and swearing from the two fuckers, Ben felt himself being filled with cum in both his mouth and arse. He swallowed every drop that poured into his mouth, while flexing his arse muscles to milk every last drop at that end too.
The cock in his arse was pulled out, and immediately replaced with another much bigger one. The new fucker was a lot more forceful, and started hammering in and out with reckless abandon. Ben allowed the softening cock in his mouth to drop out, and then put his head down on the bed as he took the hard pounding from behind.
"Yeah fucker!" the guy behind him started saying. "Take my cock you fucking slut!"
Ben was grunting with every stroke of the giant penis into his arse, loving the feeling of being stretched and filled thus much. Waves of pleasure were washing over him, on top of the dull ache in his arse from being so full. This was just how Ben liked it.
The pace of the fucking increased, and then the man behind him gripped his hips tightly and thrust in one final time, unloading inside his arse. It was an enormous load, and Ben could feel it pulsing into him as the man roared out.
The cock was withdrawn, and Ben then felt two hands tugging him into a new position on his back. He turned over and raised his legs, and immediately felt another cock pushing into him. As it journeyed up his backside, a cock was placed on his face and Ben instinctively opened his mouth to allow it access. With that, he was once again servicing a dick at both ends, although this time both men were a little more relaxed and gentle.
Ben's curiosity about just who was in the room with him began to peak, and so he reached up and pulled back his eyeshade. The man fucking him was a black, muscular and seemed a fairly average height, but Ben didn't recognise him. He looked up, and saw that the cock in his mouth belonged to a tall, thin white guy, but he didn't recognise him either. Without letting up on the blowjob he was administering, he adjusted his head to look around the room a bit, and saw that there were two other muscled black men. One he immediately recognised as the rapper Flo-Rida, his muscles rippling underneath an enormous gold chain. The other looked a lot like Nelly, and Ben moved his head again to get a better view past the cock in his mouth. Yep, it was Nelly. Ben realised that these guys must have been sent his way by Justin Timberlake, who had himself been introduced to Ben by David Beckham a couple of years earlier.
The angle at which Ben had moved his head to get a look at Nelly was clearly not to the liking of the white guy he was sucking off, who sternly grabbed Ben's short hair and moved him back into a more favourable position. He then pushed forward, burying his cock down Ben's throat. Just when Ben thought he was going to gag, the cock was pulled back a little. He got the message, and got back to paying all his attention to what he was doing.
Meanwhile the unidentified guy at his rear end was starting to increase his speed, gripping Ben's thighs for leverage as he started to hammer in and out like the two guys earlier on. He then yelled out and thrust forward, adding his seed to the reservoir in Ben's guts. Ben moaned in appreciation, but kept on sucking the cock in his mouth.
The guy behind him pulled out, and Ben lowered his legs. The white guy then bent forward, putting his arms either side of Ben's torso so that he could start thrusting up and down into Ben's mouth. This new position allowed the speed of the blowjob to increase significantly, and in no time the guy blew his load. Ben hungrily swallowed it all down, before the guy rolled off onto the bed beside him.
Ben lay on his back for a few moments, waiting to see what was next, but as he looked around he could see that all of the guys were done. He sat up, and looked from one man to the next just to make sure, before standing up.
"Thanks man" said Flo-Rida, a little gruffly.
"Yeah bro" agreed Nelly.
Ben flashed them his handsome smile. "No problem. Did Justin send you?"
"Aye" said Nelly. "He ain't wrong about dat fine ass you got."
The guy on the bed was now up, and started to get dressed. Nelly saw Ben looking at him and the other black guy with a quizzical look on his face.
"Deez my homies, Kaden and Yap."
"Nice to meet you" Ben said, looking from one to the other, but neither replied. They both just got their clothes back on, nodded at Ben and then made for the door.
"Justin said to tell you to stay put" said Nelly.
"Oh?" asked Ben.
"Yeah, my boy's in town too" replied Nelly, smirking. "He'll be here later. A'ight?"
"OK, cool" said Ben.
Nelly followed his friends to the door, and the three of them slipped out. Ben shut the door, and then turned around expecting to see Flo-Rida dressed and ready to go too. However, the rapper was still naked, and was stroking his hardening cock. One look at it told Ben that this was the enormous one he'd taken second.
"Yo dude" said Flo, "you ready for more?"
Ben smiled at him, and practically skipped back to the bed. He lay down on his front, raising his arse a little, and moments later Flo lay on top of him. The enormous cock slipped into Ben's leaking behind, and he moaned in pleasure as it filled him completely once again. Once it was fully inside, Flo just lay on him, his muscled body pushing Ben into the bed. Ben liked how it felt, and started to flex his arse muscles to signal he was ready.
"No rush dude" whispered Flo, "we got all afternoon."
Ben smiled in happiness as he realised that Flo was clearly here for the duration, and he had Justin's trousersnake to look forward to later. This was going to be a fantastic day.
TO BE CONTINUED
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