Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2023 21:50:08 +0000 From: Henry Wolf Subject: Rugby Daddy Rugby Daddy Henry Wolf I would love to hear your comments, feedback, and/or any constructive criticism! Let me know at henrywolf12@outlook.com or you can check out my socials at linktr.ee/pupwolf12 Don't forget to donate to our amazing website! Nifty needs donations to provide these wonderful stories. You can donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/ ***** "Oh, Stu come in," Nick answered the front door, letting in his son's best-friend. "Thanks Mr Smith," Stu walked into the house. "Eric's not home yet, but you're free to wait for him. I'm just watching the rugby, if you wanna join?" "Sure, thanks," Stu followed Nick into the living room, plopping down onto the opposite end of the couch from his best-friend's dad. "Fancy a beer?" Nick asked. "That'd be great, cheers," Stu smiled coyly. Eric and Stu were planning on going drinking with their college mates. It would be good to get the pre drinks going a little early while he waited for Eric. Plus, Stu totally fancied Eric's Dad so a drink would settle his nerves. He stared at Nick as he walked towards him holding a beer. Bit of a belly, strong muscular arms, beard. Nick was exactly what got Stu hard: daddies. Eric knew Stu was gay, but he'd never find out about Stu's infatuation with his best-friend's dad. It would ruin their friendship for sure. "There you go," Nick handed the bottle to him. The chilled glass only made the touch of Nick's fingers grazing off of Stu that bit more electrifying. "Thanks," Stu chugged a swig of beer, forcing himself to stop staring at Nick in his tight Ireland jersey. "So, how's the game?" Stu cleared his throat, trying not to let his voice waver. "Great game so far, Ireland are ahead," Nick nodded towards the TV. Ireland was up by 7 points against England. Stu didn't know much about rugby, but he knew it was always that bit sweeter when they were winning against the English. "Brilliant," Stu took another sip. Sport was one thing, but lounging with Mr Smith was another. He felt himself calm a bit as the alcohol hit his system. "So, how's college going?" Nick scooted up on the couch a bit and laid his arm on the back of the couch, his muscular arm spread wide and his hand resting behind Stu's head. Stu could feel its presence behind his head even though it wasn't touching him. He knew it was there, all the skin and muscle making up the palm and fingers of Nick's hand. He could almost feel the heat emitting from Nick's appendage, radiating from it and seeping into the skin at the back of Stu's neck. "Good," Stu had forgotten he hadn't answered the man, he had been too busy thinking about every inch of Nick's arm, from the calloused fingers, across the hair on his arms, all the way down to his biceps encased by the tight sleeves of his green jersey. He slurped the beer, trying not to drool. "Go on!" Nick shouted at the match. Ireland was breaking through the English defence on the TV screen. Stu was thankful of the distraction. He sighed, staring at the screen but not really watching. "Go on," Nick roared, concentrating hard on the game. An Irish full forward was making rings around the English players. On and on he went until made it past the try line and touched the ball down, getting as close to the posts before one of the English players could tackle him. Nick cheered with delight, patting Stu's knee and squeezing. Stu nearly jumped out of his seat in surprise, feeling himself get hard from the sudden physical contact. He laughed it off, smiling at Nick. "That was some try," he said, cringing inwardly at his poor attempt at rugby lingo. Nick was too absorbed with the commentary to pay attention to Stu. Taking a long gulp of beer, Stu drained the bottle and plopped it down onto the coffee table. "Another?" Nick asked Stu, getting up after Ireland scored the conversion, adding an extra 2 points on top of their 5 from the try. "Sure," Stu said, his head swimming from the beer, the heat in the room, and from his growing libido. "There you go," Nick returned, handing Stu another beer and holding one for himself. Stu took a mouthful as Nick plopped himself down, sitting closer again to Stu. Nick spread his legs wide, his left knee grazing off of Stu's right knee. The feeling was electric. Stu's automatic reaction was to move it away, but he was feeling brave. He kept it there, and gave a little push against it so both men were lightly pressing their knees against each other, all the while not looking at one another, pretending to watch the match. "Alright, keep it up, lads," Nick said aloud to the game. Stu couldn't tell what was going on in the match, he was transfixed by his own game: the one that was going on between him and Mr Smith. Did the older man notice Stu's knee pressed up against his? Was he oblivious to the electricity that Stu felt? Was it all in Stu's head? He didn't want to make a pass with Eric's dad and get thrown out, barred from seeing his best-friend forever. But surely something was going on. His thoughts swam. Stu laid his head back on the couch, but it come in contact with something: Nick's hand. "Oh, sorry," Stu squirmed in his seat. "It's ok, you can lie back," Nick smiled. Stu slowly sat back into the couch, his head resting on the soft back of the couch. Nick must've moved his hand away, Stu thought. That was until he felt the calloused fingers of the older man touch his hair. The fingers began to caress his short hair. So soft at first, he didn't know it was actually happening, then they pressed into his scalp and grazed the skin of his forehead. A shallow breath escaped from Stu's mouth. "You ok, Stu?" Nick was looking at Stu now, the game a distant buzz in the background. "Yeah," Stu whispered, turning his head. He was pressing his knee against the other man's now with force, with a deep desire, with a need for more. The fingers on Stu's hair moved lowered, caressing his face, cupping his cheek. The touch was like fire across his skin, as though it were burning his flesh. Stu moved his mouth up to meet Nick's fingers, taking one of them in his mouth. He passed his tongue over the large finger, swirling it around the appendage. He groaned him pleasure, biting down on the flesh and Nick chuckled. The finger popped out of Stu's mouth as he licked the length of it. "I love that Daddy," Stu teased, testing the waters. He knew Nick was on board with whatever was going on here, but dirty talk was a whole other level. "Mmmmm, good boy, I like that," Nick grinned, watching the younger man's eyes roll back into his head at being called a "good boy." "I'm surprised, you always seemed so innocent and well-behaved. Guess you have a secret naughty side to you." "You know it," Stu got up off the couch and climbed onto Nick's lap, straddling him and holding his face before he leaned in for a kiss. Their mouths met and their tongues swirled in and out of each other's mouths. Groaning, Nick drew his hands down, cupping Stu's jeaned arse and squeezing the young man's plump butt. The tickle of Nick's beard against his Stu's clean-shaven face was almost too much. He struggled not to laugh at the sensation, but also from the fact that he was straddling his best-friend's dad, making out with him as his large hands felt his arse. It was a fantasy come true. Stu broke away from the kiss, moving his mouth down to kiss the older man's neck. The strong scent of cologne filled his head. It was pure masculinity in aura. It engulfed Stu's senses and he just dove in, licking the tender skin and breathing in deeply, letting the essence of the man penetrate his senses. Nick moaned as the younger man licked and nipped at his neck. He had to hand it to Stu, the boy knew what buttons to press. For a guy so young, he knew his way around a man's body. Nick smiled to himself. No one since his ex-husband -- Eric's other father -- had come this close to knowing how to truly pleasure him. Eric's best-friend out of all people. Maybe the young man was worth keeping around, he thought. He'd worry about the "best-friend" aspect another time. Now it was time to have a bit of fun. Nick loved the power play of being with a feisty guy. Stu was no passive guy. He already had Nick moaning, finding his pleasure points, dominating the dynamic between them. It was Nick's turn to take control. He drew his hands from Stu's butt up to his chest, finding the young man's hard nipples and giving them a squeeze. Stu drew in a sharp breath, pulling back, arching his spine. Nick laughed. "You like that boy?" he teased, flicking them back and forth, easing off. "Yeah, Daddy," Stu whimpered, coming back to earth after the sensitive pinch on his nipples. "I like it when you're loud. All I have to do is play with these little nipples to have you singing," he pecked the young man on the lips, before twisting the nipples. Stu whined, his body going rigid until Nick let go. He laughed, rubbing the young man's hair and gently pushing him down towards his crotch. "You sure you're ready?" he checked out the window for any sign of his son. "Yeah, I want it," Stu nodded excitedly, drawing down the other man's fly and pulling out the hard shaft inside. He looked wide-eyed at the large dick, his mouth watering with hunger. Stu wrapped his mouth around the head, passing his tongue over the sensitive flesh, causing the other man to throw his head back in pleasure. If that's what he can do with just the head, Nick thought, his eyes rolling in pleasure. Stu swirled his tongue around, tasting the saltiness of the flesh. It was everything he had ever imagined and more. He pulled the foreskin back as he gradually took the long shaft deeper into his mouth, moving it in and out, his head bobbing into a consistent rhythm. Grabbing the younger man's hair, Nick guided Stu's mouth down lower onto his head, first gently but gradually more forcefully until he was face fucking him. He pumped his long dick in and out, rubbing his cock head against the back of Stu's throat. He's a champ, Nick thought, taking the length of my dick to the back of his throat. The slick mouth felt amazing wrapped around his shaft and head. Stu moaned with pleasure as the other man fucked his mouth, feeling the hard shaft pass in and out, caressing his wet lips. He pulled out his own dick and stroked it to the rhythm of Nick's pumping. Feeling two dicks -- one in his mouth, one in his hand -- was heaven. "Uh, I'm getting close," Nick announced, his breath shallow. Stu could feel himself getting close as well. Nick pumped a few more times, groaned and then pulled out, spurting ropes of hot cum onto Stu's face, yelling with pleasure as he exploded. The younger man stuck out his tongue to catch the thick white streams firing from the cock head. Stu smiled with satisfaction as his face dripped with hot cum. He licked his mouth, catching some drops, letting others fall onto the carpet. "So fucking hot," Nick stroked his foreskin a last few times, falling back onto the couch and exhaling deeply. Stu stroked his own dick, living in the hotness of being rained on with cum. It was enough to push him over the edge as he felt the orgasm well up from deep in his balls. He shot across the carpet, his cum spraying far in front of him. He groaned, in blissful pleasure at Nick's feet, surrounded by so much cum. He eventually came back to reality and smiled up at the other man. "That was so good," he smiled. "It was great... and unexpected," Nick laughed. "Just don't tell Eric." "I won't," Stu crawled forward into Nick's lap, going to kiss him. Their tongues met. "Mmmm," Nick smiled. "You like that, Daddy?" "I do, boy. I taste so good," Nick laughed, tasting his own cum on Stu's tongue. They savoured the taste of the kiss before cleaning up the cum and returning to watch the match. Eric would be none the wiser.