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.
-------------- TURNING JONNY - PART 2 --------------
Set in the summer of 2003
For DS
Since his encounter with Sean in the changing rooms, Jonny had retreated into himself. The bravado and euphoria he felt as he had left Twickenham that day almost immediately evaporated when he stopped on the way home to get some milk from a petrol station. He felt as if all eyes were on him, that people would just know what he was, what he'd done, and his life as he knew it would be over.
That panic and paranoia had not really dissipated, and it was now starting to show up in his rugby. During the training sessions in advance of the autumn's World Cup he had not been performing well, with his aim off and even completely fluffing kicks sometimes. He had tried to pull himself together a few times and managed to get back on form, but then it would all fall apart again as images of what he must have looked like taking Sean's cock would flash through his mind.
"Wilkinson" Clive called out as Jonny was getting changed, "come see me for a sec."
Jonny sighed, knowing this talking to was inevitable, and headed towards Woodward's side office. He had only got as far as putting on his jeans, with his upper body and feet still unclothed. He walked in to the office, and closed the door behind him.
"Take a seat" said Clive, as he himself sat down on the chair behind his desk.
Jonny sat, clasped his hands together on his lap and then looked down at the floor.
"Jonny, you're not at your best" sighed Clive. "It's not like you to keep missing."
"I know" said Jonny, rather quietly. "I'm sorry."
"You seem stressed and distracted" said his coach.
Jonny said nothing, but eventually nodded while still staring at the floor.
"I think we need to help you relax."
"I'm OK" whispered Jonny, frowning a little.
"No, you're not" said Clive. "And you not being OK means this whole team is not OK."
Jonny closed his eyes, imagining what it would be like to let everyone down like he was starting to fear he would in Australia.
"So I think we need to see what we can do to help you deal with whatever is going on" continued Clive.
Jonny nodded, fighting back the urge to allow his eyes to well up.
"It can't be easy, being you" said Clive, causing Jonny to tense a little. "Everyone expects so much."
"Yes" whispered Jonny, now losing his battle to stop the tears forming.
"Both on the field" said Clive, "and off."
Jonny's eyes darted up to meet his coach's.
"Off the field?" he asked.
"Well" said Clive, giving him a warm smile, "you're the nation's new pin-up boy, and that's the hopes and dreams of a lot of boys and girls to live up to."
"Oh, right" said Jonny, nodding a bit as he looked down.
"Especially when your rightful place is sitting on another man's cock" said Clive.
Jonny froze, the colour draining from his face as he felt like he was falling off a cliff.
"Wh-wh-what do you mean?" he stammered, unable to look up.
"You know what I mean" said Clive, rather sternly. "You think we don't have security cameras at Twickenham?"
Jonny's eyes flooded with tears, which started to drip down his cheeks.
"But don't worry young man" said Clive, his voice still warm despite the subject matter, "you're not the first to find his true calling on Sean's table."
Jonny slowly looked up at his coach.
"And I'm sure you won't be the last" continued Woodward, giving Jonny a smile.
"He's-he's done this before?" Jonny whispered.
"Many times" replied Clive, "and not just here. Wimbledon, Wembley, you name it, he's turned men there."
Jonny's mouth dropped open a little.
"And now you're part of his merry band of cumdumps" said Clive, his words causing Jonny to wince and look back down. "What I'm trying to say to you is, well, stop worrying about it. None of the others have been outed, and you won't be either."
"I won't?" asked Jonny, looking back up as the tears streamed down his face.
"No, not unless you do it yourself" replied his coach. "I don't think I've got it in me to suppress another story about one of you lot getting gangfucked in the park toilets."
Jonny's eyes widened, and Clive smiled at him.
"So yes, you're not alone" Woodward continued. "From what I know, you'll soon hear from Sean again and all will become clearer, but for now you just need to focus on your game."
Jonny stared at his coach, and then he slowly nodded. "I'll try sir" he said.
"Good" said Clive, "that's all I ask. Now, get yourself cleaned up and then off home. We need you fighting fit and ready to kick for your country." The coach gave him a big smile, and Jonny finally attempted something like a smile back at him. He wiped the tears off his face, and took a tissue Clive offered him from a box to wipe his nose.
"On you go son" said Clive gently.
Jonny stood up, took one last look at his coach, and then turned and left the room. He quickly finished dressing, stuffed his things into his bag and headed home, avoiding making eye contact with the few players who remained in the changing rooms.
Once in his car, Jonny began to realise that he did feel a bit better. His life was still turning into a bit of a fucked-up mess, but he was not alone. Others had been through this before. Other cumdumps were out there. Now he just had to figure out who they were.
As Jonny closed his front door, his phone started buzzing in his pocket. Neither he nor the phone recognised the number calling, but he answered anyway despite his better judgement.
"Hello" he said.
"Hello my little friend" said a gentle Irish voice, leaving Jonny in no doubt about who this was. "How are you doing?"
"I'm OK" said Jonny quietly.
"Your head a bit of a mess, aye?" said Sean.
"Yes" whispered Jonny.
"Well, we can't be having that now, can we" continued Sean. "So how's about you open the door and let me in so I can sort you out?"
Jonny tensed, and turned back towards his front door. Through the frosted glass was the clear shape of a figure on the other side, and he slowly reached out and turned the handle. As the door opened, he was greeted with the sight of Sean standing there, dressed in a navy tracksuit, baseball cap and big sports bag slung over his shoulder.
"Hello" said Sean, smiling. Jonny just nodded, as he removed his phone from his ear and flipped it shut. He stepped back to allow Sean in, and then closed the door behind him.
"Your coach tells me you could do with some relaxin'" said Sean.
"Er, I, er" stammered Jonny, rather quietly.
"Aye, looks like it to me too" said Sean, dropped his bag on the floor and unzipping his tracksuit top. Underneath he was wearing no T-shirt or vest, and Jonny's eyes dropped to take in the torso he had last seen, and washed, in the showers at Twickenham.
"So" said Sean, "will ye be wanting a massage, or shall I just fuck you?"
Jonny's eyes darted up in panic. The two stood staring at one another for what seemed like an eternity, before Jonny dropped his head back to the floor.
"Fuck me" he whispered.
"Well OK then" said Sean, kicking his shoes off and stripping down his tracksuit bottoms. Again there was nothing underneath, so the tall masseur was now fully naked in front of Jonny. He walked over to the rugby player and put his hand on the side of his head, encouraging him to look back up at him.
"Get naked boy" he commanded.
Jonny looked at him for a few moments, and then started to undo his trousers. Sean took his hand off Jonny's face, and the rugby player then bent over and undid his trainers. He kicked them off, then pulled his jeans off too. He stood up straight and then lifted his arms to take off his T-shirt. Then he stood back still and looked up at Sean.
"I said naked" grunted Sean. Jonny nodded, and then hooked his fingers round the waistband of his trunks and pulled them down.
"That's better" said Sean. "Now, I'm gonna fuck ye once here up against this door, before I take ye upstairs."
Jonny nodded, and then slowly stepped forward towards the front door. He leaned over to placed his arms on the door, resting his head on one of his hands. Sean stepped up behind him, and grabbed the front of his hips to pull his arse out a bit more, causing Jonny to bend further and slide down the door a bit.
"Good boy" grunted Sean, before dropping down in a crouch and burying his face in Jonny's crevice. He licked and probed Jonny's hole with his tongue, before pulling his face out and pushing a hand in. He tickled, probed and poked the hole for a good twenty minutes, eventually getting three fingers in with just his spit for lube. Then he suddenly yanked his hand away and stepped back. Jonny couldn't see what was happening, but he heard the zip going on Sean's bag and a bit of rummaging happening. It went quiet for a moment, and then he jerked as he felt a coldness on his hole.
"Ach, I've taken pity on ye boy" said Sean. "I was gonna just ram me cock in yer dry, but you've been so good that just this once I'm giving you lube."
"Thank you sir" Jonny said.
"This'll be the last time though" Sean said, "so ye'll be wanting to keep yourself ready."
"Yes sir" said Jonny.
With that, Sean applied some more lube to his own dick, then stepped up behind Jonny and began to push in. He continued until he was fully buried, and then started a steady but firm fucking of his newest cumdump's arse. Jonny stayed silent throughout, fully aware that there was just a pane of frosted glass between him and the outside world. Sean fucked him for about ten minutes before speeding up, thrusting in hard one last time and exploding, filling Jonny's hole with his seed. He held inside for a bit, and then pulled out swiftly. Jonny remained in position, his open hole dripping on to the hardwood floor.
"Thank you sir" Jonny said, somehow knowing what was expected of him.
"You're welcome boy" said Sean, admiring the body of the rugby player still prone against the door. "Now, get yer arse into the kitchen and make me a cup of tea, before I take you upstairs to put some more loads in you."
"Yes sir" said Jonny, leaning back up straight and scurrying into the kitchen, his dripping arse leaving a trail of cum on the floor behind.
As he heard the sound of the kettle going on and the clunking of cups and spoons, Sean smiled. Never had one of his cumdumps submitted so easily, and he was looking forward to seeing just how far he could take it from here.
TO BE CONTINUED
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