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.
----------------------- SWING LOW SWEET CHARIOT -----------------------
Ben arrived into Heathrow early on the Wednesday morning, and was soon in a cab heading to his flat in Richmond. Located inside a gated development near the river, he'd bought the flat a few years ago and then rented it out, but after separating from his wife he'd moved in himself.
The relatively short flight from Boston had not made for a long night's sleep, so Ben took a shower as soon as he got in the door and then headed for bed. Jetlag and unpacking could wait until tomorrow. The one item he did retrieve from his suitcase was his black eye mask, which he usually wore for anonymous gangbangs but today would use to block out gloomy morning light.
After four hours asleep, Ben hauled himself out of bed and headed into the kitchen to have a cup of coffee and some food. He didn't want to eat too much, but he was hungry and that never went well for him. Once brunch was done, he went in to the bathroom for a second go in the shower. This time he was focused on getting his rear end cleaned out, and used the douche attachment on his flexible shower to do the job. Once he was sure he was completely clean, he hopped out of the shower, used his clippers to tidy his beard up a bit, cleaned his teeth, dried himself off and then applied a bit of his own new fragrance.
Once satisfied that he was presentable, he returned to the bedroom and got the box out from the bottom of the wardrobe. Entering the code to unlock it, he experienced the normal little flutter in his stomach when he opened it up to reveal his stash of toys. There were all kinds of dildos, vibrators and plugs, a big collection of leather restraints for all kinds of positions, a collection of handcuffs and a pair of leather chaps. Knowing what was in store, he selected one of the larger dildos as well as a chunky buttplug, and also fished out his wide padded leather collar, cuffs and ankle restraints, along with the sexy leather jockstrap he'd picked up San Francisco the previous year.
Locking the box back up, he threw the leather stuff on the floor and then hopped up onto the bed. Applying some lube to the dildo he lay back and poked it into his arse, forcefully pushing it all the way in. He was still pretty loose from the fuckings he'd taken in Boston, but this was a long and wide toy so it still stretched him a bit.
He then lay his head back on the bed and shut his eyes, using one hand to push the dildo in and out a bit while using the other to rub his own chest. This was now a fairly standard routine before his trips to Pennyhill Park or Twickenham, but he still got a little excited every time he got a bit kinky on his own.
After half an hour he decided to get on with the rest of his preparations, so pulled the dildo out and replaced it with the buttplug. He then donned the leather jock and restraints, followed by a pair of jeans. He He knew better than to put any other clothes on as they'd just get ripped off, so he slipped into a pair of flip-flops and grabbed his big North Face jacket out of the wardrobe. Even on him it was over-sized, but that meant it properly covered all the leather accessories he was wearing.
Taking one last look in the mirror to check he looked alright, he grabbed his car keys and headed down to the basement. His heart rate raised a little as always, but once he was in to his Merc without having been seen he calmed a little. Putting the car in gear, he drove off out of his block and headed towards the training ground.
As soon as he'd parked the car at Pennyhill, Ben hopped out and hurried round to the training facilities. He went in and made his way to the indoor pitch, where most of the guys were being shouted at by Stuart Lancaster. Ben looked around for Jonny, spotting him in the corner of the pitch where he was talking to Chris Robshaw. Ben made his way over, and as he approached Jonny looked up. Ben smiled at him and nodded towards the door, and when Jonny nodded back at him he changed direction and headed in to the changing rooms.
As he entered the locker rooms Ben could hear voices, and when he turned into the main area he found Ben Foden and James Haskell chatting, each only wearing a pair of trunks.
"Big Bottom Ben!" Foden cheered when he saw the older man. "About bloody time."
Ben smiled at him, and then took off his coat to reveal his studly torso and leather accessories underneath.
"Oi oi, someone's feeling kinky" James laughed.
Ben winked at him, and then kicked off his flip-flops before undoing and removing his jeans. He then stood up straight and faced the two rugby players, pulling his arms up to flex his arms as a joke.
"Phwoar" said James, "looking great mate."
"Thanks" replied Ben, beaming.
"Let's have a look at the back too" said Foden.
Ben swivelled around, and then pulled a few more bodybuilder poses, clenching his arse a few times as well.
"Oh yeah" said James, "now that's what I like to see."
Ben turned around, still grinning ear to ear.
"Where do you want me?" he asked.
James looked around, and then pointed towards the big bench in the middle of the room.
"Hold on, I'll get a mat" said Foden, jogging out of the changing rooms. He returned moments later with a yoga mat, which he laid on the bench.
"So do you want to get started?" Ben asked. "Or shall we wait for the others?"
"Nah, let's get you warmed up" said James, "you're going to be here a while."
Ben went over to the bench, but then paused and turned back to James, who was lubing up his erect cock.
"How do you want me?"
"On your back" James said. "Want to look at that handsome face while I fuck you."
Ben smiled and nodded, and then lay down on his back. He lifted his legs for James to hold, and then adjusted his jock to make sure his back door was properly open. It was only then he remembered he had the buttplug in, so he gripped and base and pulled it out. As soon as he had, James slipped his cock inside.
"Ooooooh" Ben moaned, his eyes closed and his mouth open, "god yeah."
James smiled at the pleasure Ben was exhibiting, and immediately started to fuck back and forth. Ben opened his eyes and looked up at the hunky flanker. The two locked eyes for a bit as James ploughed Ben's behind, until Foden approached Ben's other end and presented his cock. Ben adjusted the angle of his head and opened his mouth wide, allowing his handsome namesake to slip his cock in.
Ben moaned around the dick in his mouth as he was fucked at both ends, getting lost in the pleasure of servicing these rugby players. For all the actors, singers, tennis players, footballers, sports company execs and other men he got together with, nothing ever came close to an afternoon with the England squad. Well, except maybe David Beckham, but that was special.
The noise in the changing rooms suddenly increased as a group of players made their way in from their training session. A few cheered or slapped James or Foden's arses, but most didn't even react, such was the familiarity of the situation for them now. They all got stripped out of their clothes, some down to their pants and others getting naked, before settling down on the benches to watch the show and wait their turn.
Jonny Wilkinson was one of the last into the room, pulling off his kit as he walked over to the big bench. He took up a position beside Foden and looked down at Ben, who opened his eyes and looked up at his friend. The two gazed at one another, Jonny licking his lips a little as Foden's cock continued to piston in and out of Ben's mouth. Jonny's cock was at full mast, and he gently stroked it and started to rub it on Ben's head. Ben moaned in appreciation, knowing the tenderness Jonny was communicating.
Jonny then walked away, reaching down to pick up the buttplug off the floor. He grabbed the bottle of lube and rubbed some on the rubber toy, before spreading his legs and bending forward a bit. He reached the buttplug behind him, and with a bit of careful prodding he pushed it into his own arse.
"You game too Wilko?" Billy Vunipola shouted at him.
"Yes mate, just got to get warmed up" Jonny replied.
"Awesome" said Billy, getting up from the bench and making his way over. "I'm first."
Jonny turned his head and smiled at him. "Sure thing mate."
James started to grunt quite loudly, and the pace of his fucking increased. He then pushed Ben's legs up higher and roared out as he unloaded the first seed of the day, filling Ben's hole. He pulled out and staggered over to a bench, and as he sat down he watched Jonathan Joseph step up to take his place. JJ slipped his cock straight into the cum-filled hole and started to fuck, causing Ben to moan his appreciation.
"You ready yet" Billy asked Jonny.
"Yeah, why not" said Jonny, pulling the buttplug out. He bent over a little further as Billy stood behind him and lined his cock up.
"Lube?" asked Jonny.
"Already done mate" said Billy, before driving his dick in.
"Aaaaargh" yelled Jonny, "easy mate!"
"Sorry" said Billy. He held in position for a few moments, and then when he felt the tension ease out of Jonny's back he started to slowly fuck in and out.
"Nice arse" he muttered. "Nice fucking arse."
Jonny propped his hands on his knees and looked down at the floor as he began to get fucked for the first time in a while. He hadn't planned on bottoming out today, but the sight of Ben getting spit-roasted in his sexy leather restraints had made Jonny feel a bit kinky, and nothing was kinkier to him than giving it up to this latest crop of England players.
Stuart Lancaster arrived into the changing rooms, and stopped at the doorway to survey all the action that had started in the few minutes since the players had left the training pitch. The sight of the legend that was Ben Cohen on his back getting fucked was nothing unusual, but he was a bit more surprised to see Jonny bent over taking a pounding. He'd fucked the guy a few times himself, but didn't realise he went in for these group sessions.
"Gents" he said, as he passed by the guys fucking one another.
"Coach" said JJ and Billy. Ben Foden was too lost in a fog of pleasure to respond.
Stuart looked around the rest of the room at the players stroking themselves, but his attention settled on Danny Care. The scrum-half was not touching himself, but was looking around a bit nervously. Stuart smiled, and made his way over. He stood over Danny, who looked up at him with slightly pleading eyes.
"It's OK son" said Stuart, "you're amongst friends here."
Stuart pulled his hardening dick out of his shorts and held it towards Danny, who looked at it hesitantly before slowly leaning forward and wrapping his lips around it. He closed his eyes and let himself go, starting to bob back and forth on his coach's cock. Danny Cipriani and Courtney Lawes were sat on either side of Danny, and were looking at what was happening with wide eyes.
"I'm guessing you didn't know we had another cock-hound in the ranks?" Stuart asked them.
They both shook their heads, not taking their eyes off their friend's enthusiastic servicing of Stuart's penis.
Stuart pulled back, his cock popping out of Danny's mouth with a pop. Danny looked up at him, and Stuart put his hand gently on the side of the player's face.
"I think it's time for you to show these guys what a good team player you are" he said, smiling.
Danny swallowed, and then nervously turned to face Cipriani. He looked at his friend's erect cock, and then slid along the bench a little so that he could lean forward and suck it. Cipriani moaned at the feeling, and then put his hand on Danny's head and encouraged him to suck his cock deeper. Danny complied, swallowing the cock down his throat.
"Does he..." Courtney asked Stuart, pointing at Danny's backside.
Stuart just smiled, and then turned back to watch the action in the rest of the room. Courtney slid along the bench, and then pushed his hand under Danny's bottom, lightly poking around. Danny made some muffled sounds around Cipriani's cock, and then pushed himself up to allow Courtney better access. Taking this as an invitation, Courtney stood up and then put one knee down on the bench. He encouraged Danny to swivel round into a similar position, albeit leaning forward to suck on Cipriani, and then Courtney resumed his poking around. He spat on his fingers to lube them up a bit as he gently prodded at Danny's anus, but a couple of muffled grunts from Danny told him he'd need lube.
Courtney looked up to see where the bottle was, but found Chris Ashton approaching him holding what he was after. He grabbed the bottle out of Chris's hands and applied some to his fingers, and then squirted a bit on Danny's arse. He then started to rub and prod a bit more forcefully, pushing one of his long fingers inside. He added a second and then a third, before starting to pull them apart to stretch the muscle ring open.
After a while Danny seemed to be ready, so Courtney withdrew his fingers, applied some lube to his cock and then slid forward. He pushed against the hole, and his dick slipped inside causing Danny to moan and grip down on him. Courtney held in position, and then slapped Danny's arsecheek to make him loosen up. He then slid all the way in, accompanied by a deep guttural muffled moan from Danny.
"Fuck that's tight!" Courtney said.
"Not for long" Chris said. "When you're done I'm having a go."
Danny moaned again as he realised that the fantasy of a team gangbang that he'd revealed to Stuart one night was about to come true. He was stretched and in a bit of pain as Courtney ploughed into him, but none of that mattered as he was finally letting himself go and showing his true nature to his friends. It was a point of no return, but boy did it feel good to let it out.
Meanwhile, back at the other end of the room, Foden was finally reaching his climax, spurting huge quantities of cum into Ben's mouth. Ben swallowed every drop he could, using his hand to milk Foden's dick as he rocked back and forth on the bench from the power of JJ's pounding. The studly young player had incredible stamina, and was showing no signs of cumming anytime soon. Foden pulled away from Ben and sat down on the bench behind him, being replaced at Ben's mouth by Henry Slade.
The young fly-half was still waiting to get an England cap so had not yet been initiated himself, but as he had been invited to join in the training sessions recently he had been inducted into their post-game rituals. He had been reluctant at first, finding it all so weird and gay, but as he grew more comfortable he'd started to get properly involved and on the last session before this he'd finally dropped a load in Ben's arse. This time he was enjoying the older man's talented mouth again, which he found hotter in some ways as he could look at this utter stud below him making love to his cock.
Billy was getting close, and started to hammer into Jonny. He pistoned back and forth all the way through his orgasm, never missing a stroke as he filled his hero's arse with cum. He stayed inside, allowing Jonny to grip his dick and milk every last drop out of it, before his softening cock slipped out followed by a few drops of the enormous load he'd just planted. He was immediately replaced by Calum Clark, who pushed his engorged cock straight up Jonny's backside and started to pound.
The sounds of fucking filled the room, as Ben, Jonny and Danny all got ploughed. This was one of the few times there had been more than two bottoms in play, and the action was getting the men all heated up. Little did they know it was all about to get a whole lot hotter in there...
TO BE CONTINUED
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