This story is fiction, is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities involved, nor do I have any personal knowledge about their private lives.
GRA
Chapter 1 – Ireland v England 1st March 2015
"Thank you very much" Henshaw said politely. He turned and jogged calmly over the changing room. He met up with Conor Murray and Rob Kearney just outside and walked in to the sounds of cheering and clapping. He blushed but gave a cocky grin and fist-punched the air.
"Way to go little man." Sean O'Brien, the big, beefy flanker said in his thick Irish brogue. "Man of the match. Guess that means you get to choose..." He gave the smaller man a cheeky wink and wrapped his arms round him. Henshaw could feel the giant bulge against his own hardening cock, but pushed him away.
"Uh uh. I've been there big guy, and I know how much it hurts." He rubbed his arse, blushing at the thought of the giant's huge cock and how much it had hurt last time they'd met after a drunken night out.
"So make your choice little man! You get to fuck anyone you want. Anyone from our team or theirs. After that try you deserve it. The GRA is behind ya!" Murray smirked as he said this, and Henshaw grinned back at him.
"Well... I've been dying to get my hole filled by O'Brien again, as you all know. And Tommy over there," he pointed at Tommy O'Donnell, "is mighty tempting. But I know who I want to plow." He smirked again, and took off his top revealing his stunning chest and hard six pack. "Haskell." He said quietly, and the changing room went silent. Henshaw's 6'1", 14 and a half stone physique suddenly seemed smaller. James Haskell. The 6'4" giant – over 17 stone of pure muscle from the England squad. He was known for never having been fucked. No-one had ever even tried. The man was a rugby player who had taken up bodybuilding and powerlifting. He was immense. His arms were probably as big as Robbie's thighs.
"You serious?" Tommy Bowe came up behind him and gave him a slap on the shoulders – he couldn't believe the smaller man. "My arse is ready for ya if you want a big man!"
"I want Haskell."
"It's your funeral buddy." Sean O'Brien and Tommy Bowe went out of the Ireland changing room. A minute passed, then two. Suddenly, there was a shout: what the fuck?!' came echoing down the corridor. The voice was gruff and deep. Fucking hell!' It shouted again. Then doors swinging and another minute passed.
The door swung open and standing there in the doorframe was James Haskell, topless in just his white shorts. 6'4" tall and built like the Hulk. "You're kidding me right? You want to get your cock in me? You want to show me who's boss? You know no-one has ever been in my hole right? No-one sees this and refuses a fucking themselves." He grabbed his crotch and a gigantic package was on show.
"Yup. On your knees big man." The cheeky Henshaw started stripping his boots and socks. He got to his shorts and pushed them over his beefy arse, leaving him stood there in just his pants. Haskell sneered and growled at the little man. People were starting to leave, leaving just O'Brien, Bowe, Kearney and Murray in the room with Henshaw and O'Haskell.
Henshaw walked over to Haskell who was now stood in the centre of the changing room. "On. Your. Knees." He winked again, and Haskell sneered. He dropped to his knees hard and Henshaw was surprised at the force with which he could feel his pants being pulled down. Haskell's beard made his mouth look even bigger, and the big man gulped down Henshaw's semi-hard cock in one massive gulp. His head bobbed up and down on the younger man's meat bringing it to its full hardness. Henshaw recovered his wits from the phenomenal blowjob. His cock was still getting harder when he started taking control. He grabbed Haskell's head and started shoving his cock in as Haskell swallowed. What the bigger man hadn't been counting on was the immense thickness of Henshaw's cock and he struggled. "Watch your teeth big man." He smacked Haskell on the cheek to warn him and slowly withdrew his cock. Rubbing it against the side of his face, Henshaw moaned as the stubble tickled his cock and balls. A big glob of precum stuck to Haskell's cheek and he dragged it down to his neck. Haskell leant his head back and looked at it, easily as big as his own and thicker – over 9" of thick gaelic cock and he was going to have to take that.
"I don't know if I can handle that."
"Well, tough shit. You know the rules. The Gay Rugby Association says you have to." Haskell bowed his head in defeat. He looked left and right and saw the big Sean O'Brien jerking his cock slowly to the scene. He went down on Henshaw's cock again. "I'm getting close, so gonna stop him now and we need to get him over that table. The coach's table in the corner of the changing room was set up and ready, so Henshaw ordered Haskell to bend over it.
"Go slow yeah?"
"Only as slow as I need to." Henshaw replied. He lined up his cock with Haskell's crack and slid it back and forth. "I need some lube boys!" Henshaw smirked as he spat in Haskell's crack and so did the other beefy men in the room. They were all hanging around to watch the beefiest fucker get plowed. The smaller man coated his cock with the copious volume of spit that now soaked Haskell's crack. He shoved a finger roughly into the muscled crack. Haskell's grunted then groaned as he could feel his hole being ripped open. His arse was virgin, and he had to will himself to relax as hard as he could. He pushed out like he'd been told, but it didn't make things any better. "That's right bitch, open up." Henshaw lined up his huge cock head against Haskell's hole and started to push. Haskell bucked slightly and tried to push himself up, but O'Brien and Bowe were on him in a flash – although smaller than him – they held down his shoulders.
"Ahhh! You fucking cunts!" They laughed at his whining and shouts as Henshaw got in about 3 or 4" and started to buck. The pole he was jamming in was the size of a beer can and was slowly splitting Haskell in two.
"Fuck yes! Virgin hole!" Henshaw moaned and wiped his hands over his face before flexing into a double bicep pose. "I feel so fucking good!" He grabbed hold of Haskell's hips and circulated his cock around, throbbed it a bit in his hole. James moaned. "Don't want you feeling too good!" He smirked again and yanked Haskell's hips back at the same time as he shoved forwards. Except for the last half inch, his entire 9-incher was plunged into Haskell's tiny little hole. A scream came from Haskell's masculine jaw, his beard rubbing against the table. "Fuck's sake man, shut him up somehow!" That's when Rob Kearney got in front of the supine man and bared his thick 7.5" cock. "Go on Robbie." Henshaw grinned again as Kearney's cock slid in between the big man's lips. The two were holding him down manoeuvred his arms so they were trapped between their legs and they started jerking two very respectable 8" cock. Henshaw started humping faster.
The moans from beneath him got louder and louder as Henshaw's balls started to boil. His cum was building and he could feel the pump in his muscles, thick veins bulging on his arms and the big man's back beneath him didn't help. Two powerful muscles gripped his cock and the sheer breadth of the man's back was astounding. He bent over the muscleman and gripped his pecs underneath – it was a tough position, but he was satisfied because he knew his cock was reaching bits it hadn't hit before. He throbbed it again inside Haskell's hole and he heard the big man release a high pitched moan around Kearney's thick meat.
"That's it bitch, you're going to take my cum." He pummelled into the big man another couple dozen times before shaking and releasing his load. "FUCK!" He yelled at the top of his voice, as his cock shot load after load into the tiny little arsehole. He yanked it out and slapped his cum-covered prick against the beefy arse cheeks. "Hope you enjoyed your breeding bitch!" Kearney yanked his cock from Haskell's mouth, jerked a few times and exploded over the bearded face. Finally, the two big man shot off loads across his back and climbed off of him.
"Right man, roll over. Shoot your fucking load for us." All the Irishmen played with their cocks while Haskell flipped onto his back revealing his spectacularly muscled body and jerked his half-hard cock. "Look lads, he liked it – he's already halfway there." Haskell scowled at the smaller man, but played with his 9" cock and finally shot a load of cum over his face, chest and arms. He got up and walked over to the little man.
"Fuck you." He grabbed Henshaw by the neck, and the Irishmen thought he was going to get a punch in, but instead leant in for a hard snog. Haskell smirked as he left.
"What was that about?" Bowe asked Henshaw.
"I don't know – don't give a fuck either – best fuck I've ever had!" They all laughed and started pulling on their shirts, ties and suits ready for a night out. Haskell returned to the England dressing room.
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