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.
------------------ TEDDY BEN'S PICNIC ------------------
Ben pulled up the hood of his jumper as he walked into the park, taking off his sunglasses so he could see better. He headed down a path he knew well, and then turned off into a copse of trees at the bottom of a small hill. As he crunched through the undergrowth he listened out for any signs of life, but it was the flaring glow of a cigarette being inhaled further up ahead that let him know he wasn't alone. Taking a deep breath, Ben walked towards the darkened shape under one of the trees, smelling the smoke as he approached.
"Evening" said the man.
"Hi" said Ben.
"Nice night for a walk" the other guy said, taking another drag on his cigarette.
"Yeah" said Ben. He shuffled a little nervously on his feet, looking around to see if he could make out any other human shapes in the gloom. He then dug into his pocket and brought out a lighter and pack of Marlboros, lighting one up. As an athlete Ben had never taken up the habit, but on these sorts of nights he found smoking calmed his nerves and helped him to relax.
"So you wanna do something?" the man asked him, lighting up another cigarette from the butt of the last one.
"Er, yeah" said Ben, still looking around.
"Don't worry, I'm not a policeman" the man said, sensing Ben's nervousness.
"OK" said Ben. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and stepped closer to the other man, who was a good four inches shorter than him.
"Big guy" said the man, reaching up to touch Ben's chest. "Muscled too."
"Yeah" whispered Ben, as the man started to unzip his hoodie and feel up his torso.
"So big guy" the man said, "what can I do for you?"
Ben paused for a moment, and then put his cigarette between his lips, reached down to undo his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers. He turned and leant forward against a tree, before reaching up with one of his hands to take his cigarette out of his mouth.
"Breed me" he whispered.
"Well OK then" said the man, also popping his cigarette between his lips while he undid his trousers and pulled out his cock. He took his cigarette into his left hand, spat into his right and rubbed it onto his penis. He then stood behind Ben and lined up his cock, pushing it into Ben's hole. Ben grunted at the nearly-dry intrusion, but after he'd been fucked for most of the day by David he was quite loose. The man's cock wasn't huge, so it was able to slip in without too much pain despite the lack of proper lube.
Once he was buried inside, the man started to hump back and forth, grunting a little and occasionally muttering compliments about how tight the hole was. Ben just leaned against the tree, smoking the last of his cigarette as he got fucked raw by a stranger, thinking about how dirty this once would have made him feel.
After 10 minutes the man's pace increased, and then he thrust forward and emptied his load into Ben. He gritted his teeth to stop himself yelling out, instead making a hissing, grunting sound as he climaxed. He then pulled his cock out and zipped up his jeans, turning away and walking off without saying anything more.
Ben leaned against the tree for a moment, feeling the cum run out of his hole and down his thigh. He was about to pull up his own trousers when he heard some movement nearby.
"You want another load in that hole?" asked a man from beside him.
Ben didn't reply, instead just pushing his arse back a little. The man stepped round behind him and pushed his cock into Ben, starting a fast fuck as soon as he was inside. He only lasted a few minutes before adding more cum to the hole, but by that point there were at least two more men nearby. As soon as his second fucker pulled out, Ben was mounted by a third who didn't say a word to him. Once he had bred the rugby stud, a fourth and then a fifth man followed suit.
Once they left, Ben did not hear any more sounds nearby so he stood up straight and pulled up his underwear and jeans. The cum was leaking out of him but he didn't really care, instead lighting up another cigarette. He thought about going back to the car, but decided to wander further into the park to see if there was anything interesting happening elsewhere.
Ben walked around in the gloom for about half an hour, occasionally thinking of David but then banishing those thoughts by smoking and looking about. He knew he was in a bit of a self-destructive mood, what with the cigarettes and anonymous breedings from strangers, but somehow he didn't care. A doctor in New York who fucked him whenever he was in the city supplied him with PrEP from across the Atlantic, and he figured the occasional night on the smokes wasn't going to do him much harm.
As he climbed up onto a small hill, he no longer recognised the part of the park he was in, but could still see the lights of the road in the distance so knew he'd be able to find his way back to the car. It was then that a couple of cigarette glows in some trees at the bottom of the hill caught his eye, and he wandered down towards them.
When he reached the trees, Ben found there were at least six guys standing around. With his eyes now fully adjusted to the darkness, he knew they were watching him as he approached. He found the attention strangely arousing, and unlike his normal self when he was cruising, he walked with confidence straight into an area in the middle of the group. Without any hesitation, he pulled his trousers down again and bent over, exposing his arse to them all.
What then followed was a straight-up gangbang breeding. None of them said a word, but somehow managed to orchestrate a near-continual spit-roasting of the rugby player. There turned out to be eight men there, all of them bears of various builds, and he was bred by all of them. Some of them fucked him twice, and he took a couple of loads in his mouth as well from guys who couldn't hold off until they got another turn at his backside. In time the group started to disband, until Ben was left bent over with the biggest of the men fucking him for the third time. The man's large stomach was resting on Ben's buttocks while his thick cock barrelled away inside, and having blown two loads in there already the man now had a lot of stamina and was able to pound Ben for close to 40 minutes.
When he did finally erupt again inside Ben, he held in position for quite a long time, panting with the effort as his balls emptied and his cock softened. Eventually his dick slipped out of Ben, and the man pulled back to do up his trousers. Ben straightened up slowly, aching from having been bent over for so long, but was surprised to find the other man was still there. Feeling suddenly rather self-conscious, Ben bent over to pull up his jeans.
"You know, I'd heard rumours about you" said the man, while Ben was bent over.
"What?" asked Ben, rising up quickly.
"Don't worry" said the man, "your secret's safe with me."
Ben stood in stunned silence, realising that for the first time on his many cruising exploits, someone had recognised him.
"Seriously" said the man, stepping forward and putting his hand on Ben's arm, "I'm not going to say a word."
Ben stared for a few seconds, and then looked down.
"Thanks" he whispered.
"You should take more care though" said the man, "not everyone is as nice as me. Or as clean."
Ben looked up at him and could see in the dim moonlight that the man was offering him a warm smile.
"You know" said the man, taking his hand away from Ben's arm, "if you need to get bred that badly there are more safe and discreet places you can go."
"I know" said Ben, "I just wasn't thinking tonight."
"Yeah, that happens to all of us. Listen, my name's George. I live locally. If you need to get fucked, I can always oblige." With that, he pulled a card out of his back pocket and offered it to Ben. "Go on, take it. You can call me if you want, or just drop it in a bin."
Ben hesitated, and then reached out and took the card.
"Thanks" he said.
"No questions, no cameras, no strangers unless you want them" George said. "I like it discreet too, and I definitely like that arse of yours."
Ben smiled as he put the card into his own back pocket. George then reached out his hand, which Ben eventually shook.
"Nice to make your acquaintance Mr Cohen" George said.
"You too" said Ben, before turning and walking away. He started to increase his pace as he climbed back up the hill, eventually breaking into a run as he suddenly felt a desire to get away from the park and back to his own place. He followed the lights of the road until he eventually saw a small park building he recognised, and then ran the rest of the way back to the car. He jumped in, closed the doors and locked them, and then burst into tears.
Ben didn't know how long he sat there and cried for, but when he pulled himself together he wiped his eyes and nose, and then started up the car. He drove home as quickly as he could without speeding, and then when he'd parked at his building he took the stairs two at a time. Once inside his flat he ripped off his clothes and got in the shower, where he stood for nearly half an hour letting the hot water cleanse him of his night. Fatigue took over him, and he eventually staggered from the bathroom into his bed, where he fell into a much-needed sleep.
Ben was woken early by sunlight the following morning, having left his curtains open the night before in his tired state. He looked at his watch and saw that it was only just 5am, but he decided to get up anyway. He took another quick shower to wake himself up, and shaved his beard down to the sort of length he preferred since it had grown a bit during his and David's extended stay the previous few days.
His morning rituals over with, Ben made himself a bowl of cereal and then sat at the table looking out of the window towards Richmond Park in the distance. The previous night seemed like a bit of a dream to him now, but he knew from the dull pain in his arse that he had indeed been fucked senseless by a whole group of strangers. He was a little surprised to find himself not regretting it, despite being recognised by the big man called George, but whatever it was that had propelled him to go out in search of anonymous sex last night was gone. Now he just felt a little lonely.
Ben made a snap decision, and reached over for his laptop. Booting it up he checked out a few travel websites before finding what he was looking for with British Airways. He then hurriedly packed a suitcase, grabbed his passport and called for a car to take him to Heathrow.
A couple of hours later he was relaxing in the Galleries lounge at Terminal 5, tapping away on his mobile phone as he set a few things up. His phone then rang, and he smiled as a familiar face popped up on the screen. He swiped to answer the call and put the phone to his ear.
"Hi" he said.
"Hi" said the man on the other end of the line. "What time do you land?"
"Just before 1" Ben replied.
"I'll send a car."
"Thanks" said Ben. "Can't wait to see you."
"Can't wait to fuck you" replied Steven Gerrard.
Ben smiled and hung up the call, before gathering up his bag and sunglasses and heading for the gate...
TO BE CONTINUED
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