Date: Mon, 02 Oct 2006 23:01:30 +0200 From: Paris 998 <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Dallaglio's Big Dong 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. Dallaglio's Big Dong Lawrence Dallaglio was in bed with his lover Jonny Wilkinson. The two men had met in a pub in London before going back to Dally's hotel room. On the way up in the lift there had been hard, wet, passionate, sex-craved kissing. When they had gotten into Lawrence's suite, both men had ripped off the other's shirt, Jonny exploring every inch of the Anglo-Italian stud's masculine chest while his older lover reciprocated by rubbing the younger man's dick. But now they were in bed, Lawrence on his back, his cock standing up proudly and arrogantly from his pubes, Jonny riding the thick man-meat, taking every inch of it up his arse, both men moaning and grunting and groaning in incoherent lust-filled groans. Lawrence was going to come, fuck, oh yes, oh yes, oh God, I'm nearly there Jonny, take my load mate..... At that moment, Lawrence woke up from the horniest dream of his life. It wasn't the first time he'd had a dream like that but it was certainly the first one in a long time that gotten his dick as hard as a rock. Last night, it had been his other team mate Ben Cohen, the night it had been the memory of the time that the sexy French rugby player Christophe Dominici had wanked each other off in the changing room at Twickenham. And 3 nights ago it had been about the time not so long ago when sexy former cricketer Darren Gough and him had been in a spit roast with James Cracknell. Lawrence was stark naked in bed, his gorgeous tanned body a sharp contrast to the crisp white sheets of the bed. His 8.5 inch dick tenting the sheets, Lawrence placed one hand behind his head, the other hand moving down his sculpted body, caressing the beautiful hard pecs he was so proud of, lightly pinching his now erect stiff nipple. With every inch of his chest that he felt, his erection stood bolt even more bolt upright and got even harder. He threw back the covers of the double bed, first cupping one pec in each hand, each thumb caressing the corresponding nipple. His cock was still bolt upright, standing out proudly from the thick black pubic forest. He was already leaking a veritable river of precum. He knew that the 4 days he had gone without wanking would soon be over and he would be coming like Niagara Falls. Placing both hands on his tree trunk thighs, he inspected his gorgeous man-meat, hard and quivering with anticipation. The mushroom head now almost glowing a deep angry violet, demanding that the swollen nuts spurt their load. Reaching into the mini-bar beside his bed, Lawrence brought out the whipped cream he had bought from the supermarket last night. It had been chilling in the fridge now and would now be perfect against the heat of his masculine body. Opening the can, he squirted half of its contents between his pecs, rubbing them all over the massive mounds of muscle. He covered the small patch of black hair nestling above the entrance to his pecs before smoothing the rest down his torso, rubbing both of his nipples to full erection as he that of the last time that his regular fuck buddy Ben Cohen had licked champagne off his naked body. His breathing grew increasingly ragged as with his hands he reached his flat stomach. Taking the remainder of the whipped cream, he aimed the canister at his pubic bush. And fired. Cool, whipped cream spurted into his scorching hot forest, coating the base of his throbbing big hard shaft. He scooped up the remnants of the cream from his chest, mixing it with that from his bush, and creamed up his throbbing cock. The contrast between the two, the cold cream and his scorching hot cock, was incredible. He covered his mantool with it, working up and down until soon every inch of it was covered in the stuff, rubbing his sensitive mushroom head until he neared the point of no return. Getting out of bed, he walked over the wardrobe, his big, hard, angry cock bobbing violently with every footstep that the big hunk took. He reached into the wardrobe and brought out his vibrator. He stood in front of the mirror, his big muscular chest now clear of the cream, most of it having fallen on the floor, but his bush was still fairly covered with it. And his cock was still that dark purple shade, now leaking shamelessly. Switching on the battery powered device that would soon have him shaking in orgasm, he put the tip to the top of his pubes, letting some of the cream on it to act as lube. Then, sitting down on the carpet, he slowly placed the vibrating head to his arse. It felt FUCKING amazing. He was so turned on that the head nearly hit his G spot immediately. His cock started twitching in response, standing up even harder than ever before, twitching furiously and desperate for release from the prison of frustration. "FUCKKKKKKKKING HELL", he thought. With his left hand holding the vibrator in place as it whirred, he slowly started wanking, running his right hand up and down his shaft, enjoying the mix of the precum and the remnants of the cream still left there. It wasn't long before he could feel his G spot being hit time and time again by the vibrator, and he sped up, pumping his big hard fat cock even harder, thinking of all the fit sexy hunks he'd ever fucked, thinking of how great Jimmy Cracknell's nipples had tasted between his lips and how he had moaned appreciatively as Dally had eaten out Cracknell's arse before showing his cock up there. How he and Andy Roddick had 69'd in the changing rooms at Wimbledon while Roddick's lover Roger Federer had watched them while he wanked. And about the last time he had hooked up with Ben Cohen, when he'd wanked all over the younger man's forest of hair before sucking his big hairy cock. With that thought, Lawrence came in rivers, his massive cock exploding its white juices all over his chest, his big balls shooting their load everywhere. The vibrator fell out of his arse with a loud pop and the big man lay on the floor, his heart racing and his hands scooping up his spunk as he breakfasted on the combination of the cream from the canister and the cream from his balls. Hope you guys enjoyed it!! Let me know what you think. I always enjoy feedback, particularly when you tell me how much you come reading my stories!!!