Date: Thu, 06 Jul 2006 22:11:41 +0200 From: Paris 998 Subject: England Rugby Orgy Part Two Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers apply. This story depicts homosexual sex acts and is entirely FICTIONAL. It is not intended to imply anything about the sexual orientation of any of the characters or knowledge about their private lives. If you are likely to be offended or committing an offence by reading this story, do not read any further. Thanks to those of you who gave such great feedback on Part One. Nice to know my literary efforts were appreciated. Hope Part Two will live up to expectations!!! As you may have worked out, this is written in UK English, so apologies for misunderstandings along the way, but these are British guys, so?. Part Two The Hotel Room Lawrence Dallaglio caressed his love balls, still swollen with 5 days worth of spunk, with one hand and the shaft of his throbbing hard cock with the other. He opened his eyes, vaguely aware that he wasn't the only one in the bathroom. He was going to kill whichever tosser had interrupted his well-deserved wank. He wasn't disappointed when he opened his eyes. Because standing in the bathroom door was Ben Cohen. A very gorgeous looking Ben Cohen. His jacket and tie discarded on the bedroom floor behind him. The top two buttons of the younger man's shirt were undone, exposing the beginnings of the forest of chest hair that Lawrence had been admiring in the shower for months now. And from the look on his face, the younger, darker haired stud looked every bit as horny as the half-Italian stallion was. "Well, well, well", Ben grunted in a vaguely pissed voice. Lawrence removed his moist fingers from his muscled arse and got up from the toilet seat. The interruption hadn't lessened his throbbing erection. In fact it had almost made his dick even harder. Standing up, he noticed his rock hard manhood stood out at a perfect angle to his gorgeous body and walked across the bathroom to Ben, his steps making his pecs bounce slightly and his iron hard dick, its pre-cum still running freely, bob. He had always thought that his dick had been a divining rod to pussy, but right it wasn't twat he was interested in. It was Ben. He reached him standing in the doorway, enjoying the way the almost fully clothed younger man was clearly appraising his naked body. This turned him on even more. "You interrupted me, you bastard", he growled playfully before roughly grabbing the younger man into his embrace. They kissed. Passionately. The two men's tongues fought roughly for supremacy in a way that put this morning's match with the Aussies to shame. Coming up for air, breathing heavily, Lawrence placed one hand on Ben's crotch, feeling a distinct lack of underwear there and a very definite stiffy. Almost as big as Lawrence's. Lol took his large masculine hands, placing them on Ben's shirt, feeling his pecs through the material and lightly pinching his nipples. He tried undoing the buttons: Ben was too lost in lust to do anything, but Lawrence was in too much of a hurry and the material tore. Buttons flew everywhere, but neither of them gave a shit. Dallaglio kissed his way down Ben's chest, through the forest of hair that lay there, running his talented and experienced tongue around Ben's right nipple, while his hand lightly pinched the younger man's left one, all the while caressing Cohen's by-now massive erection through his trousers. Ben moaned "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH, YES!!!!!!!". Reaching Cohen's trousers, Lol undid the fly and was for once speechless when he saw the size of his dick. It was HUGE. Jutting out from a perfect forest of chocolate coloured pubes, with swollen balls that must have been swimming with delicious man-juice. Standing up, Lol said "Get in that fucking bedroom, NOW". Kissing passionately, the two of them on their way to the bed together removed the rest of Ben's clothes, both of them now stark bollock naked, their dicks by this point throbbing so hard that they were both in pain, their balls swollen beyond belief and their breath ragged from the thought of what they were going to do. Lawrence threw his lover on the bed, taking Ben's cock in his mouth and giving him a blowjob that only an experienced older man could do. He sucked like the masterful Italian lover he was, wetting his fingers with the combination of his own precum, Ben's and his own saliva and inserted 1 finger, then 2 and then 3 and then 4 up Cohen's firm arsehole. His own cock was painful, rubbing against the blankets. Lol looked up, mid blowjob, to see Ben's body arched in desire, his pink erect nipples sticking out from the hair that surrounded them. "Don?t stop" the younger man moaned, "Don't fucking stop, I love it, you're fucking amazing." Suddenly, Ben was turned around. Lawrence reached for the bedside cabinet with a wink and a sexy smile that made Cohen's cock twitch even more. Reaching for the packet of condoms that had so far in the tour been unopened during the sex ban, Dallaglio opened one. His cock was now throbbing and twitching and leaking so much he could feel the heat radiating off it and off his entire body. He gave Ben's arse, already moist from the finger fucking, a few licks with his tongue before thrusting into Cohen's gorgeous arse, his hard cock entering the boy's arse like a hot knife through butter. "OOOOOHHHHHH GOD, MATE, DON?T FUCKING STOP!!!!!!" Both men were soon grunting and groaning and moaning, breathing heavily, moaning each other's names. "FUCK ME HARD!!!!", Ben begged. Not being one to turn down a mate's cry for help, Lawrence thrust hard. "TAKE MY DICK", he shouted, grunting loudly, his perfect arse driving his hard as steel cock into Ben's clenching cheeks and soon hitting his prostate. He knew the younger man wouldn't last long and reached in front of him, caressing Ben's pecs, his nipples, his chest hair, his flat stomach, before reaching his dripping wet, throbbing hard dick. He knew neither of them would last long, grunting hard, he started wanking his lover in time with the thrusts of his cock, Ben's cock being sufficiently lubricated with the precum running down it. Both of them moaned and grunted and shouted and pleaded, before they both came together, Dallaglio coming so much that his cum filled the condom, dripping out of the end and covering the bedsheets. His teammate had also cum, most of the spunk covering his hairy torso and stomach, the rest covering his still half-erect dick and balls. The two of them slumped into a heap on Lawrence's double bed, holding each other, kissing gently. Exhausted, they both fell asleep. To be continued... As before, suggestions, comments welcome!