I have decided to revisit this story of the awesome ex rugby God Ben Cohen. It had been a while since I wrote the first part of this story. But it needed mire telling as I recently saw an image of him. Still a full on man God This is the continuing story about the hottest man ever on the Rugby field. Ben is godlike in his masculine beauty.
This story dedicated to the perfect man is pure fiction as it does not pretend to assume. Mr Cohen is gay. One could only wish..
But thankfully this man is Gay Friendly... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Soccer God (Ben's Return (2)
... I sat there at the table I was sitting. Here in popular gay nightclub that i frequented when I just needed to get out and drink. Just to get away from my lonely apartment and bed. I had cone out to hang with my friend Barry and hus beau Mark. Just drinks, dancing and whatever so I could get out and have a much needed good time. And as it was, I was having a decent time until sone freak pissed me off. He had seemed okay until he made it perfectly clear all he wanted to do was go home and fuck my brains out. The odd thing was that I would have actually considered doing so if he hadn't been such a blatant ass about it. Making moves on me when I was not prepared for it.
"Fuck off" I had said to him
Then I went back to where Barry and Mark had been sitting. Then telling them what a shit the guy had been. And how men in general were fucks. I was actually about ready to just go home. Call it a loss of a night.and just go to bed. But that was when Barry pointed out to someone that had come into the club. Pointing out the God like creature near the main dance floor.
"Ben!" I had gasped
Yes it was my beloved Ben Cohen. A man that stole my heart several years back when he (this famous rugby player) had come to my rescue when I was getting gay bashed. 'What was he doing here' my head thought. This gorgeous straight man had moved away from any interest on me some time back. I knew I had no claim to him and he was always an advocate for gay rights. But I just never thought I would see him again. But there he was in all his magnificence. This bug beautiful man I had had a brief encounter with.
"I should go" I said
I needed yo get out if there. As I could not beware to fave him if he saw me. That would be if he recognized me at all. But I just couldn't bare sewing him. So I did go. I got up, even as Barry called to me to try and stop me. But I just left. Not even looking at the man I so longed for as I passed through the crowds. I got outside and headed to my car a few blocks away. As I walked along I remembered the incident those years ago that had me meeting the man of my dreams. The attack that brought him to my aide. I pondered something like this happening again. But I had almost little worry as the city had started to do something more about the assaults in gays after several dozen attacks that same year I had been. And there were always people on the streets as the area had grown exponentially with gay places.
"I will just go hime and to be" I said to myself. "I wont even think of going out if he is in town?" "Just can't risk..."
It was stupid to thin I would again run into Ben. This was a very big city and the likelihood that I would bump into him again was miniscule at best. I got home and closed the door. Then went to my room to try and get to bed. But my head was fumbling around with too many thoughts. Thinking of Ben again. Wondering what I may have done to turn him off. Yes, I knew he was married, yes he was supposedly straight and just liked gay guys. And that what I had experienced with him was a great fluke. He was being the kind Ben Cohen, the accepting Ben Cohen. But he was not here to be my lover. Even though I knew it was just a one time thing, I had made it more. More than it should have been.
"Oh Ben" I softly sighed
And with what seemed the weight of the world on my chest I started to cry. And crying myself to sleep. Images of him from our last rime together filling up my head. Remembering his handsome kind face, hus touch and his awesome naked body. I awoke to the phone ringing. It was Barry, so I picked it up. I knew he would tell me about last night, and figured to get his jibes over with.
"Hey Barry. What's up?" I asked "You missed him. You fool" Barry said back
Barry proceeded to tell me that Ben had seen me and came over to talk to them. That he had spoken to them about our time together.
"He misses you" Barry then added "And he is single again" "Divorced when he told his wife about indiscretions with men." "Whatt!" I almost shouted
Barry then told me that he gave Ben my number. He had apparently lost it in his travels and had no way of contacting me. And that he was dying to see me again. I figured Barry was just fucking with me. This was Ben fucking Cohen. The rugby stud of all rugby studs. He could have anyone he wanted. Man or woman. So I doubt he wanted me. Even if he had been with other guys.
"Stop shitting me man" I crowed "Ben doesn't want me" "I am nobody"
Barry told be to shut up. That any guy would be a fool not to want me. Then he said to expect a call from Ben soon. I hung up on him. Cursing at him as I did. Then placed the phone down. Then I sat there and pondered Barry's words. He had to be shitting me. I just figured he had to be. No he had not spoken with Ben. The man was just there to support the local gays in their seemingly never ending fight for equality. So I went to bed and lay my head down. I was out in minutes. Must have been the drinking I surmised. Morning came and I went about my weekend morning routine. Clean the house early and get breakfast nearby. Come back and read a bit before deciding what my day would entail. I got up and showered. Then I grabbed my phone and saw I had a phone message. I figured it was Barry so I did not look at it. Ignoring it as he only had Crap to shoot in my ear. And since I did not see the number I really didn't know if it could be anyone else.
"Lets do a quick cleaning today" I said "House is pretty clean already"
So I did. A quick wipe down in the bathrooms and kitchen. Dust and vacuum and I was done. I the got in my car and headed over to get my breakfast. I came back and grabbed the book I had been reading and just relaxed on the balcony to my place. It easy then that my phone rang again. I grabbed for it, thinking it was Barry again. But it was not. It was a strange number I did not know.
"Fucking telemarketers" I huffed "Its the fucking weekend" "Assholes"
I did not get it. I was in no mood for one of those annoying people. So I went back to my coffee and book. Only to hear the sound of a notification on my phone. This indicating I had a message.
"Jeez. Someone is persistent" I said
I looked at the phone again and noticed the message indicator was on. I huffed in disgust and the decided to hear and clear the message. Grumbling about 'assholes on weekends' again. I grabbed it and turned in the answering machine on it. Seeing what it was. Then I noticed there were two messages. One this morning and one last night. I figured the one last night was from Barry. I turned in messages and listened. First the older one. I listened to it and froze. It wasn't Barry after all. It was a voice I hadn't heard in a long while. I sat there mouth hanging opened as I heard the voice.
"Its Ben" I crowed...
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