This story is about male/male relationships and contains graphic descriptions of sex.
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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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Prince Harry opened the door and warmly greeted the new arrivals. From his position Ben couldn't see who was there, but as Harry stepped back he saw a crop of familiar faces entering the room. Taking their summer break from tennis, Novak Djokovic, Roger Federer, Stan Wawrinka, Andy Murray and Gilles Simon had decided to follow up on an offer made to them by Harry earlier in the year at Wimbledon as a special prize for reaching the quarterfinals of the tournament. Roger had also brought along his own bottom boy Rafa Nadal, whilst Novak had invited Lleyton Hewitt and Andy Roddick to join as they were long-standing members of his inner circle. Andy Murray had invited Grigor Dimitrov to come along too, having heard rumours from the juniors circuit that the Bulgarian was a bit of a cockhound.
The nine of them piled into the room, grinning at the sight of Cohen and Beckham bent over with cum running out of their holes. The only one who looked a little unsure was Gilles, who had never attended one of these all-male orgies before. Indeed, he had only recently been inducted into sex with men, having been sent Nadal as a consolation gift for the night by Federer after their tight final in Shanghai. Gilles had been a bit unsure about it all, but once his cock was down Rafa's throat he'd got into it.
David looked around, and his eyes widened when he saw all the tennis players gawping at him. He hadn't expected to be offering himself up to anyone new today, and he darted his eyes over to meet Harry's.
"Don't worry mate" said Harry, "you and Ben aren't doing this alone."
David looked confused, until William slid over to the edge of the bed and lifted his legs. Harry also moved, heading over to the armchair where he got down on his knees, spread his legs and leant over on to support himself on the cushions.
"Holes are open boys" declared Harry, grinning as he looked back towards all the men in the room.
Mike and Peter had collapsed down on the sofa next to Ben, and watched as the tennis players all stripped naked as quickly as they could. Rafa was undressed almost immediately, and dropped to his knees so he could crawl around the room sucking on each and every one of the new arrivals as they released their cocks from their underwear. He serviced Roger first, before Federer strode over to the bed, positioned himself between William's legs and slid his cock inside the prince. William groaned loudly as the huge member spread him open, and continued to groan and grunt as Roger started to pound back and forth while the prince held his own ankles in the air.
Once Rafa had slobbered on Lleyton for a few seconds, the Australian marched across the room to the armchair and got down on his knees behind Harry. He leaned in and started to lick the prince's hole, pushing his tongue inside to open him up. Once he was satisfied that Harry was ready, he stood up and guided his cock into the familiar hole, and then set about fucking the royal with a steady rhythm. Harry had a huge smile on his face throughout, loving the feel of Hewitt being back inside him again. Throughout his service in Australia's army earlier in the year he had been fucked by Lleyton on a regular basis, with the tennis player even renting apartments in Darwin and Perth for a while so he could be close to his favourite bottom.
Stan Wawrinka only allowed Rafa to suck on him for a brief moment, as he had his eyes firmly focused on the leaking hole of his football hero, who was still bent over the side of the bed looking around the room at all the sudden activity. His attention focused when he saw the Swiss tennis hero staring at him, and the two of them locked eyes while Rafa got Stan's dick ready for action. Losing patience once his cock was suitably lubed with saliva, Wawrinka pushed Rafa back and practically ran over to Beckham. David braced himself, and sure enough he soon had Stan's cock buried in his hole. He grunted as Stan started a high-speed fuck, clinging on to the bedspread as his body was repeatedly pushed forward by the power of the thrusts behind him.
Novak Djokovic was Rafa's next customer, and while Nadal slobbered on his cock he gazed over at Ben Cohen. The two had never met before, but Djokovic was secretly an admirer of the rugby player's physique and handsome face, and he was looking forward to joining the ranks of men who had deposited their seed inside the guy. He licked his lips as he watched Mike Tindall's cum dribbling down Ben's backside, and then as Rafa eased off on the blowjob he moved over to the sofa.
"Hi" he said to Ben, who had his head turned back to watch as Novak approached.
"Hi" Ben replied, smiling at him.
"Do you mind if I...?" Djokovic asked, pointing between his cock and Ben's backside.
"Go right ahead" said Ben, who was admiring the tennis champion's tight and hairy torso.
Novak smiled as he positioned himself behind Ben, taking an opportunity to gently inspect his hole with his middle finger. He pushed the finger inside and out a few times, and then removed his hand to replace it with his cock. He rested his penis against Ben's hole for a few moments, before pushing forward. Ben responded by dilating his hole, allowing Djokovic's cock to slide in through the copious quantities of cum that were still in there.
"Mmmmm" said Ben, still looking back at Novak. "Nice."
"You like?" asked Novak as he bottomed out in Ben's hole.
"Oh yeah" replied Ben, "that feels great."
Djokovic smiled at him again, and then began to pull in and out. He rested his hands on the base of Ben's back and leaned forward a bit, getting himself going with a good rhythm as he savoured the feel of the surprisingly tight hole.
Rafa had just finished up servicing Andy Murray, who then walked over to the sofa to watch Novak and Ben go at it. He nodded a greeting to Mike and Peter, who were still sitting on the sofa but were now stroking their hardening cocks.
"Hey Andy" Novak suddenly said.
"Yeah?"
"I've got a, how do you say...itch?" Djokovic replied, turning his head and smiling at the Scotsman.
Andy smiled back at him, and then walked round behind the Serb. He put his hand on Novak's arse, and then began to probe in to the crack with his long fingers.
"Lube" grunted Novak, who was now back focused on fucking Ben. Andy looked up to see if he could see any, and then nodded at Mike who was holding a tube and gesturing that he'd throw it over. Andy caught the tube, and spread some on his fingers before resuming his exploration of Djokovic's arse. With his other hand he squirted some on his erect cock, and then started to stroke and rub it in.
Nadal next took on two of his fellow tennis players, kneeling between Dimitrov and Roddick as he switched back and forth between their cocks. While they both enjoyed the blowjobs, Roddick started to run his hands over Grigor's back and down to his buttcheeks. His fingers started to run into the crack, causing Dimitrov to give him a big grin.
"You like that huh?" asked Andy.
"Yes sir" replied Grigor. "I like that very much."
"Good" said Andy. "On your knees boy so I can get in there properly."
Grigor pulled away from Nadal and got down on his hands and knees, and a few moments later Roddick also pulled his penis out of Rafa's mouth.
"Get that hole wet for me boy" he said to Nadal, who quickly moved behind Grigor and leaned in to start licking and fingering the Bulgarian's hole. Roddick, meanwhile, went over to the bedside table next to where Beckham was getting ploughed, picked up a tube of lube and started rubbing some on his dick as he watched the footballer taking it from Wawrinka.
"Nice work" he said to Stan, patting him on his back as he walked back to Rafa and Grigor. He stood over the two of them for a moment, stroking his cock and watching Nadal's expert rimming of Dimitrov, before leaning over to tap the Spaniard on the shoulder.
"That'll do boy" he said. Rafa reluctantly pulled back from Grigor and went off in search of his next cock, and Andy then got down on his knees behind Dimitrov.
"Here it comes boy" he said, before pushing his cock into the Bulgarian in one slow but firm move. Grigor moaned as he was stretched open by the biggest cock he'd ever taken, his eyes closed as he focused on the mix of pain and pleasure it was giving him.
"You've taken it all boy" said Andy once he was buried inside, and he then held in position for a while to allow Dimitrov to get used to the girth. Once he felt Dimitrov relax a little, he started to slowly slide in and out, increasing the speed as Grigor's moans of pleasure got louder.
Rafa was now servicing Gilles, slobbering away on the Frenchman's cock and occasionally deep-throating it. This was eliciting moans and whimpers from Gilles, who had closed his eyes and was gently biting his bottom lip. Mike Tindall was watching all this with interest, and decided he needed to get involved. He hauled himself up from the sofa and walked over, presenting his cock to Rafa's face. Nadal responded by starting to switch between the rugby and tennis players, a cock in each hand as he alternated back and forth with his talented mouth.
Peter Phillips was feeling left out, so he also got up and followed Mike over to Rafa. However, rather than also offering his cock for Rafa to service with his mouth, he sat down on the floor, slid his legs between Rafa's knees and shuffled forward. Sensing what he was required to do, Nadal got into a squatting position so that Peter could get all the way underneath him, and then when he felt a cock grazing his arse, he started to push down. Having been worked over by Roger just a couple of hours earlier, his passage had been loosened and lubed, so he was able to slip all the way down on to Peter's cock without any effort, and then started to bounce up and down on it as he continued to slurp and stroke the two cocks in front of his face. Peter watched for a while, propped up on his elbows, but eventually he lay fully back down with a satisfied smile on his face as he enjoyed the incredible cock massage that Rafa's arse was giving him.
Andy Murray, meanwhile, had managed to get four of his fingers into Novak's hole, and decided that this was enough. He removed his hand, and immediately replaced it with his cock. Djokovic leaned further forward over Ben, temporarily pausing in his fucking of Ben while Andy entered him, and then once he had the Scotsman's cock fully buried inside of him he straightened up a little and started to pound back and forth again. With every stroke forward he ploughed into Cohen, and with every pull backwards he impaled himself on Andy. The sheer pleasure of being in the middle of this fucktrain caused him to start grunting and muttering, while Ben also began to groan as he got turned on by the sight of Djokovic being plugged behind him.
The orgy was now in full swing. David Beckham's head was lolling back and forth as he was pounded hard by Stan Wawrinka on one side of the bed, whilst further over on the mattress Prince William was gripping his ankles as he took a rough shafting from Roger Federer. His brother was still grinning like a Cheshire cat over on the armchair as Lleyton Hewitt fucked his brains out, whilst Grigor Dimitrov was moaning in ecstasy as Andy Roddick ploughed him doggystyle. Rafa Nadal was still squatting and bouncing himself up and down on Peter Phillips' cock while using his mouth and hands to service Mike Tindall and Gilles Simon. Andy Murray was standing virtually still, allowing Novak Djokovic to fuck himself on his cock while simultaneously ploughing Ben Cohen.
Rafa's talents meant the three men he was servicing were the first to blow, with Gilles exploding on his face, Mike in his mouth and seconds later Peter filling his chute with his seed. William was next, the rough fucking he was getting from Federer sending him over the edge without him even touching his cock. The tightening of his hole caused Roger to blow in him almost at the same time, coating his royal insides with a huge quantity of cum. William's yells of pleasure were enough to get Harry past the post, and he too squirted a massive load out on the armchair without touching himself. As with Roger and his brother, the clenching of his anal muscles as he exploded caused Lleyton to lose it and blow inside him.
Grigor Dimitrov was now holding himself up on one hand as he furiously stroked his cock, bringing himself to orgasm as Andy Roddick fucked him senseless. He exploded on the floor, which only served to cause Andy to increase the force of his fucking. As he went over the edge, he thrust himself forward so hard that Grigor collapsed onto the floor with Andy on top of him, the American emptying his load into the Bulgarian as he sprawled on top of the younger man.
Andy Murray blew next, sending a huge wad of cum up Novak's hole. Djokovic just continued to thrust back and forth all the way through Andy's orgasm, turned on by the feel of the warm seed spreading through his insides. Andy's cock started to soften and plopped out, allowing the cum to start leaking down Novak's thighs. This turned the Serb on even more, and he started to thrust into Ben like a battering ram, causing the rugby player to yell in pleasure. As Ben started to orgasm and spray his seed into his jockstrap, Novak finally lost control and began shooting his load into Cohen's hole, not stopping his thrusts until he had emptied every last drop.
Exhausted from their efforts, all the guys collapsed onto the bed, armchair, sofa, the floor, each other, or wherever they could find. The room smelled of sweat and cum, the only noise being the panting of all the men as they got their breath back and recovered.
And recover they did. Before long, cocks were hard again and new pairings and groups began all round the room. Grigor Dimitrov got spit-roasted by Roger Federer and Lleyton Hewitt, turning round periodically so that they each got turns at both his holes before they blew their loads. Ben Cohen turned over to lie on his back on the sofa, and was then fucked by several guys in succession, starting with Mike Tindall, then both the princes, and finally Andy Murray. David Beckham never changed position, and remained on his front bent over the bed as Novak Djokovic fucked a load into him before Peter Phillips followed suit. Andy Roddick fucked Rafa Nadal against the door, before deciding to change things up a bit for the rest of the session. He ended up on his hands and knees with Gilles Simon fucking him and blowing a huge load in his arse.
At the end of the night, all the guys presented their arses or cocks to Rafa to empty of any residual cum, before heading off to the various bathrooms on that floor of the palace to get cleaned up. Ben and David were last to leave the room, staying to watch for a little while as William lowered himself onto Harry's cock on the armchair for a gentle, loving, brotherly fuck that they were sure would probably go on until dawn.
Ben wandered down the corridor to a bathroom, and as he turned to go in he was surprised to see David was right behind him.
"Oh, I didn't hear you" he said. David just smiled at him, and put his hand on his back to encourage him into the room. They showered together, taking it in turns to gently wash each other's bodies and clean out each other's holes, and afterwards they massaged and dried each other with the luxurious towels on offer.
Once dressed, they headed down to the lobby and out to the car that was waiting.
"Richmond" David said to the driver. Ben looked at him quizzically.
"Do you wish me to go past Holland Park first sir?" the driver asked.
"No, just Richmond" David responded, looking at Ben. He gave a small smile, and then turned away to look out of the window. Ben carried on gazing at him, and then he too turned to look out. The car set off into the night, and as they passed through the palace gates Ben felt David's hand on his own. He turned his hand over, and David slid his fingers between Ben's and squeezed. Ben moved his arm over a bit closer to David, and for the rest of the drive their gently entangled hands rested on the seat between them, neither saying a word.
"We'll walk from here" David said as the car pulled up at the gates of Ben's development, just as Ben was leaning forward to speak to the driver. Ben turned to say something, but David pulled his hand from Ben's and got out of the car. Ben followed suit, jogging a little to catch up with David as the footballer hurried towards the gates.
A couple of minutes later Ben closed his front door, watching as David took off his suit jacket and hung it over the back of a chair in the dining area.
"So, we're in Richmond" Ben said, walking over to him.
"Yeah" said David quietly.
"It's nice to have you here and all" said Ben, "but do you mind telling me why?"
David looked up at him, and it was then that Ben saw he had tears in his eyes. He instinctively stepped forward and pulled David into a hug. David buried his face in Ben's shoulder and started to sob, and for the next ten minutes Ben held and comforted him. Eventually David pulled away, wiping his eyes and nose on his shirtsleeve.
"Sorry" he said, looking down.
"There's nothing to be sorry for" Ben said, gently putting his hand under David's chin to lift his head up.
"Yes there is" sniffed David. "Victoria's going to be back in two days."
"And?" asked Ben.
"And I don't know what we're going to do after that" David said.
Ben pulled back from David and sighed. "Well" he said, "you're not going to leave her, and nor should you. So I guess I will either be your piece on the side, or, well, I won't."
David looked up at him. "Could you do that?" he asked.
"What, be your mistress?" Ben asked, smiling a little. "I don't know, if I'm honest. I thought I could, before you told me you loved me. Now I don't know."
"Why?" asked David.
"Because I don't think I could handle it" said Ben, after pausing to think. "I don't know if I could be with you, knowing you love me and that I love you, and yet not being able to have you."
David looked down and nodded. "That makes sense."
"None of this makes sense" sighed Ben. "Until a while ago I was married, now I'm standing here having this conversation with you after getting fucked for most of the day. Nothing sensible here."
David managed something between a sob and a chuckle, and stepped forward to hug Ben.
"I'm so tired" he said. "Can we just go to bed?"
"Sure" replied Ben.
"I'm so tired" David whispered again.
Ben kissed the side of David's head, and they stood hugging for a few minutes before switching off the lights and heading to the bedroom.
Naked and curled up in Ben's arms, David was asleep in no time. However, Ben lay awake for a while, listening to David breathing while he tried to process everything that had been done and said that day. He knew deep down that he was heading for heartbreak, and yet he wasn't sure if could ever give up the feeling of having David in his bed. Feeling increasingly sad and lonely despite the man in his arms, Ben eventually drifted off to sleep.
Two days later Ben was sitting at his dining table alone, munching on some eggs and toast. David had left earlier that day, the two of them having not gone outside the flat since they arrived. They'd made love, they'd talked, they'd cried, they'd watched TV, they'd talked some more, and yet as he sat at the table by himself Ben was no clearer about what was happening. Maybe he had a lover, maybe it was over, he didn't know.
What he did know is that if he sat there for the evening he'd end up drinking a whole bottle of wine and would just feel worse. He pushed his empty plate away, leaving it to deal with in the morning, and grabbed his keys and cap from the counter. Even though it was nighttime, he donned some sunglasses and headed out to his car. He drove around for a little while, but eventually pulled up in a small and secluded area near Richmond Park. He took a deep breath, and then climbed out of the car, locked the doors, put his hands in his pockets and set off into the woods...
TO BE CONTINUED
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