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 (1)
... I remember it ever so well. That time I had spent with the God perfect Ben Cohen. It was now a few years back in my memories. But it was a memory that was never to fade. A memory of being saved from a terrible gay bashing by of all people this gorgeous ex rugby player. This star of the field from great Britain. This man adored by men (gay and straight) for his field worthiness and his kindness to guys getting bullied. And most certainly was he adored by me. I loved Ben. There was no other way if saying this other tham that I did. My big strong hear that came to my aide when I needed it most. A man that healed.my.wounds (externally and internally). Making me feel safe in his big strong arms.
"My Ben" I sigh as I thing about him.
And that time we spent together. Me in his brawny arms as he held me close and made love to me. At least that's what it felt like to me. It was the greatest connection I ever had with someone. The man was tender when I needed his comfort and forceful when he took me as I wanted him to. And just to feel this magnificent God on me was beyond any heaven ine could conjure up. Ben was and is the perfect man. And he seemed to quickly care for me in the short time we had had together. Telling me he did care for me with a gentle stroke and a kiss after we made love. So it of course came as I big shock when after he left to go home I heard near nothing from him in months after. Even after i gave him my info for whenever he wanted to come by. I mean i knew he was married and such. But I hoped that I would see him again. But i did not. Then when he did call me some months later it was just to see how I was doing, but nothing else. No indicator of his remembering the passion we shared.
"I am good" I said to him "Good to hear" he came back "Just checking up in you my friend" "Maybe see you again when i get to the states again"
I smiled as I saud that would be 'great'. Knowing well that the likelihood he would come see this faggot again was slim to none. Not that I would hate him fir the crushing of my heart he just laud down on me. Because again I knew that he was 'straight'. And his wanting me to something more than just that tiniest by of need fulfilled was a silly pipedream.
"Still hurts" I told myself
So I resigned myself to the fact that Ben Cohen would never come and lay with me again. That I would never touch his awesome body again. Nor would I lay upon his vast chest, hearing his heart beat under my face. Nor would I kiss those luscious lips again. I did tear up as I figured I would. But it didn't last. My head knew that this man was not mine. And probably never would be. All I could say was that I had been with a God. And I was blessed to have been chosen for his love making.
"Maybe I will see you again one day" I said to myself
The months and years passed as life went on. I had of course moved on from my desire for Ben. Finding myself a guy to be with. Even if it wasn't long lasting. The relationship lasted about 2 years before I had to get out. Verbal abuse amongst the worst of it. So I figured that was it. I was alone again. Saddened that I couldn't seem to keep a man. Thinking there was something wrong with me. But I was for the most part okay. Just glad I didn't commit to moving in with the guy as I figured that would have only been worse. So as it was just me, I went back to getting together with acquaintances at the bars and clubs. Hanging out with then and just dancing and having some jovial fun. Barry who was one of my friends i had told about the incident with Ben Cohen those years back asked me if i had heard from the Rugby God.
"Not in ages" i said "And didn't expect to" "He is married with kids after all" "Yeah. I know" He came back "But one cam dream can't one"
We laughed about it and then headed out after a bit. I met up with Barry and his guy Mark at one of the clubs that evening. Dancing and drinks and just having some fun. A respite from another dull and busy week at work. I was dancing with this good looking guy I started talking to. We were grooving to the thumping sounds of the bass as the music bombarded our ears. I figured I would maybe get a hook up from him. But that was all I wanted. I had little interest in diving into anything other than sex. As there was no man right now that could lure me to pull down my guard there. And all was going okay until he grabbed my ass and pulled me roughly to him. Even though I thought he was hot and would have considered some fun woth him. It would be on my terms and my terms alone. So when he blatantly pulled me ro him and grunted how he wanted to fuck me silly, I pulled back and smacked his hand away. Insulted by his blatant assumption.
"Dude. Back off!" I crowed "What make you think...?" "What you dont want it?" He bit back
And the arrogance he had only pushed me off more as he gave me a look of contempt. Saying that I would be lucky to get with him. So I told him to fuck off and went back to sitting over with Barry and his man. "What happened with the hottie?" Barry asked "Just another prick" I stated "Why is everyman such a fuck!"
I looked over at the couple and sighed apologetically. Then said. That they were lucky. So lucky to find ine another
"The rest of us are stuck with shitheads." I blurted
And that was when Barry gasped. He was not looking at me, but he was looking passed me and into the crowd of bodies in the busy place. Mark looked up and then back at me.
"Umm babe" Barry then said
I stopped and then looked at him again. Then turned around to see what he was looking at back there behind me. At first I could not see what he was morning to me was back there. There was just so many people crowded about. So I turned back to Barry and gave him a look.
"What?" I asked
Then Barry told me what he saw. He stared into my eyes and said what (or whom) was back there
"Sweetie. Its Ben" was all he said "Huh. Ben. Ben who...?"
It took me but a moment to realize whom he was saying it was. But then I saw him as I turned around again. My eyes widened and my hat skipped a beat. Starting to then thump madly in my chest. Do stand g there next to so.e huge drag queen near the dance floor was Ben Cohen.
"Ben!" I said in a chirp... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ To be continued