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.
I always wanted someone to write a story about this rugby hunk. Although if my offering isn?t to people's tastes, feel free to come up with something else! This is my first story, so be gentle with the feedback!!!
Lawrence Dallaglio
Lawrence was euphoric. England had just won the Grand Slam in Australia and the 31-year old hunk couldn't be happier. It had been tough and a gruelling few weeks but it had all paid off. After their victory, he and the rest of the team had celebrated in style in the hotel bar: rugby players were of course renowned for handling their drink and this had been no exception. At the end of the evening it had just been Lawrence, Jonny Wilkinson, Ben Cohen, Martin Johnson and Will Greenwood, but Lawrence had been knackered and went up to his room and had left the younger lads to it in the hotel bar.
Back in his room, the 6 foot 4 hunk undressed, removed the crisp white shirt that was moulded to his muscular chest like a second skin. Years of professional rugby had meant he had a physique the envy of most men. The blokes that he played with and against may have been younger than him, but he still used to catch looks of admiration in the changing rooms whenever they caught a look at his God-like physique. Not to mention his fair share of twat when women threw themselves at him. Being faithful wasn't in Lawrence's nature and the "no sex" ban imposed on the team by their coach hadn't been his eye of fun. His cock was already twitching.
Taking his trousers and socks off, he grabbed one of the hotel towels, heading in the direction of the bathroom. The bathroom was big and as he stepped into the shower and turned on the water, he revelled in the feeling of the hot water against his back, letting the hot water run along the length of his massive virile frame and down his back, lightly caressing his taut, muscular, buttocks.
He tilted his head, letting the water run down his front, dripping down over his well-developed pecs, moistening the slight covering of dark chest hair, before running down his flat stomach and reaching the thatch of dark brown pubic hair framing the work of art that was his dick.
Showers always made Lawrence horny. Not that it took much. He was, after all, half-Italian and passion was in his blood. His other half was away, he hadn't had a wank for 5 days and spending the evening in the company of his fit team-mates had been agony for an already sexed-up Mr Dallaglio.
Taking some shower gel, he started slowly caressing his pecs, lathering himself up and getting more and more horny. His nipples were sensitive at the best of times, but before too long they were so stiff they hurt.
But they weren't the only thing. The abstinence had taken its toll and his 8-inch cock was throbbing, desperate for release, glistening with the mixture of the water from the shower and his pre-cum. He didn't normally believe in wanking. He preferred to shoot his load in a moist pussy or arse. But he decided that beggars couldn't be choosers. He took some more shower gel, applying it to the base of his cock, around his pubes, building it up into a lather, making his cock as hard as stone. As the lather was washed away by the shower water, he switched off the shower and got out.
He'd had enough of going without. He was horny, for Fuck's sake. Sitting down on the toilet seat, he caught a glimpse of his wet torso in the bathroom mirror. Not for the first time, he liked what he saw: 6 feet, 4 inches of pure male, well-developed pecs and biceps, not one single ounce of fat. And a cock that most men would have killed for. A cock that was currently harder than it had been in a long while, oozing a river of pre-cum and sprouting out from a dripping wet dark forest begging for its owner's attention.
As he sat down on the toilet seat, Lawrence looked in the mirror opposite. Holding his big throbbing cock in both hands, he started to pump. It had been so long and this felt so unbelievably good. Thrusting upwards with his hips, he took two fingers and moistening them in his mouth, he inserted them up his arse, fucking himself with his fingers and wanking himself at the same time. It felt so good that he shut his eyes to savour the moment. Caressing his swollen balls with one hand and the shaft of his cock with the other, he opened his eyes, vaguely aware that he wasn't alone???
To be continued. Let me know who you'd like to see in Part 2....I have my own ideas but any suggestions welcome!