Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2023 12:44:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Paul Smith Subject: Rugby lads 3 - Marcus Smith goes for dinner This is a fictional story in which sexual activity between consenting adult males is depicted; it is no way based on true events or the sexuality of any of the persons mentioned. If you are underage or it is otherwise illegal to read this story where you live, please stop reading now. This story is set in current day UK and Ireland and features men from the sport of rugby union (though there may be some crossover with other sports). The Nifty Archive is a great website and is made possible by donations from its readers. If you would like to help support the site, you can do so at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is the work of the author and should not be copied or posted elsewhere in any way without the permission of the author. Comments can be emailed to premierstories@yahoo.com - I would love to hear your feedback as I'm new to writing. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! --- Marcus Smith was sat thinking about Danny Care's thick cock. He was remembering how he'd felt when it had sprung out of Danny's jockstrap and splattered precum over his face and lips. That amazing manly smell from Danny's sweaty balls that he had been overwhelmed by as Marcus had had his face thrust into Danny's crotch in the training room. The way Danny's stubble had felt against his skin as his tongue dived deep into Marcus' tight pink hole. How he'd pulled on Marcus' hair and made him gag as Danny had throat fucked him. Calling him Daddy without even thinking and how hard he'd made Marcus by calling him a cum slut, a faggot, and his boy. That feeling of wrapping his legs around Danny's torso whilst blindfolded and hand handcuffed with his arms tied up behind his back, as Danny slid his massive cock inside Marcus, fucking him bareback like a whore. The way Marcus had had the most explosive orgasm of his life and the feeling of Danny's warm cum squirting into his ass as he bred his younger teammate, his load so big it was leaking out of Marcus' ass. The way Danny had... "Babe? Babe? What did you want to order?" Marcus's trance was broken monetarily as his model girlfriend Beth embarrassingly asked him a question. As Marcus came back to his sense he saw a confused waitress staring at him and he remembered he was his. Beth shifted uncomfortably and Marcus glanced at the menu, ordered the first thing he saw on the menu and the waitress walked away, completely perplexed as to why the young rugby star was so out of it. "Babe, did you get knocked on the head today? Is it a concussion? Do we need to take you to the hospital?" asked a worried Beth. "Errr no, it's...." stammered Marcus. For a brief second he considered what would be her response if he said that he had been fucked bareback by his teammate Danny Care earlier that day and then found in the same spot by his other teammate Joe Marler, who had then proceeded to make Marcus suck him off and also treated him to his first ever blow job from a guy. He tugged at his dick, which was rock solid and straining in his tight trousers. "It's just, the boss said today there'll be some changes this season. Everyone's worried about getting cut." lied Marcus. "Oh, don't be silly, how could you be worried about that? You're the star of the team! An England player, why would they cut you??" Beth said reassuringly. "I guess" said Marcus, his mind already half wondering back to the taste of cock and cum belonging to his teammates. That said, Marcus managed to string some sort of conversation together with Beth, who was excitedly chatting about her upcoming solo modelling trip to Dubai, to which Marcus pretended to be interested. She was actually heading to the airport that night, her suitcase in the restaurant cloakroom as they ate. Beth would be away for 2 weeks and right now, that's all Marcus wanted. He was struggling to look her in the eye as they talked. All he could hear going round and round in his head was Danny's gruff northern voice calling Marcus a "grade A faggot" and whilst it filled him with shame, he couldn't stop his dick from being hard from thinking about him and Joe. "Oh guess what? Danny's wife Jodie invited all the WAGs today on a last minute overnight spa weekend." Marcus looked up in shock at hearing Danny's name and his cheeks went bright red, but Beth didn't notice. What was going on? "Apparently it's Danny's treat to all the WAGs for some reason! Think him and Jodie are doing some sponsorship deal with the soa so they'll probably be doing some posts on Instagram or something whilst they're there. Anyway it's a pity I can't go, but I think practically all the other girls are." Why would Danny do that? He was a generous guy but did it have anything to do with what had happened today? Jodie continued chatting and Marcus spaced out again. His ass felt a little tender but it also felt incredible to still feel how Danny was inside him earlier. His thoughts were interrupted by a buzz on his phone sat on the table. He saw the name "Danny" at the top of a message and he panicked. He'd meant to turn off notifications from him and Joe because he knew Beth might see anything. He'd already deleted the messages from earlier. Beth reached out and grabbed his phone. "Well well well" She looked Marcus dead in the eye. He froze. "Now I know why Danny did it. He wants a boys night whilst the wife is away." Marcus internally sighed with relief as she handed the phone back to him. He read the message. "Smithy, boys day tomorrow - be at mine from mid morning. No wives, no GFs, no kids. No need to bring anything, I'll sort it out" "Don't get too drunk and silly now" said Beth naively. Marcus was about to reply when the phone buzzed in his hand again. Another message from Danny. "And don't forget - and I meant what I said about taking it to the next level, my lad. Daddy x" Marcus hurriedly deleted the message and shoved his phone in his pocket. ---- Marcus kissed Beth on the cheek as she stepped into her cab going to Heathrow. After it went round the corner, he ran to his own car and jumped inside. He was emotionally and physically tired from today - an intense physical training session followed by two intense fucking sessions, the first time he had given into his suppressed gay desires, followed by a straining dinner with his girlfriend, even if she didn't notice a thing. And to top it all off, his cock was still rock hard. He looked up and around the car park of the restaurant, it was deserted it, the staff parked around the corner. In spite of himself, Marcus got his phone out again, opened the browser and gingerly typed in a web address and the familiar orange black site popped up. But this time, he navigated to a category of porn he had only dared think about until today. His sweaty hands held his phone as he selected "Gay" and his cock became harder. For the next 30 minutes, Marcus furiously wanked his beautiful brown cock in his car in the deserted car park, as he navigated around this new world of twinks, bears, daddies, jocks. He even found some rugby player scenes. However, in every scene he watched, he could only picture himself as submissive one and either Danny or Joe, or even both as the dominant one on screen. As he reached his climax, he moaned the words "Oh Danny" and he erupted spunk all over himself and the car, covering his clean shirt, the steering wheel and dashboard. Instinctively now, he started lapping all the cum from his hand, licking the far interior and finally scooping up the blobs of spunk on his clothes. He fucking loved the taste and he knew how degraded this was but he couldn't stop. He closed the brower on his phone and opened up his messages. After deleting the messages earlier, his conversation from Danny started a few days ago, some innocuous joke about the Welsh team. Marcus started typing. "Can't wait for tomorrow, Daddy" Marcus smiled, started his engine and then drove home, and dived into bed the moment he got in.