Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2023 21:27:51 +0100 From: Harry Subject: Rugby World Cup 4 At the outset I must make the disclaimer that this story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of these rugby union players or any personal knowledge about their private lives. I hope it gives some sustenance to readers during the World Cup. Look forward to your comments. Do give generously to Nifty to keep this service alive (https://donate.nifty.org/). * Tom had barely taken in the scene into which he had just, embarrassingly and quite literally, fallen. Drunkenly, having suspected something odd was going on between Marcus Smith and Danny Care as a result of his encounter earlier and their behaviour at dinner, he had wandered nonchalantly down the corridor while the others were still at the bar to stand outside their door. What he heard had knocked him for six: the unmistakeable sound of Danny fucking the living daylights of Marcus, who seemed to be squealing with delight. Tom couldn't believe what he was hearing, nor the commentary; the `daddy chat' downstairs was no longer banter, but the charged erotic language of what sounded like two lovers fucking like it was the best sex they'd ever had. If anyone knew what these two were up to, the press would be over this like a rash: a public humiliation not just for them and their partners, but for the whole team at the beginning of the tournament. For all that, Tom could not move away from the door and, absentmindedly, his hand wandered to his own cock which was straining his trousers pretty magnificently. Although he was kind of ashamed to admit it, Tom had in fact started wearing a jockstrap in the past year. His ample arse had made finding underwear that fitted comfortably difficult (his own package not being exactly small either) and, not having a girlfriend, he chose to wear a CK jock when not in the changing rooms (the mockery would have been extreme...). His cock had now quickly slipped out of it, however, and as he heard what he guessed was Danny slamming into Marcus's arse with ever greater abandon, he was clearly massively turned on. Checking the corridor, he quickly undid his fly and grabbed his cock, stroking its length in time with what sounded like the increasing noise of ecstasy coming from within. He had started to imagine them fucking at dinner and the clear flirting of Smithy at the end had sent his brain spinning in many directions he'd never thought of and which, incredibly, seemed now to be not just a fantasy but a fucking living porn tableau behind this very door. As Danny reached his climax, Tom could feel the precum on his cock creating its own slather. He really didn't want to stop, and the sound of Marcus screaming in agony (was he being sucked off?) sent Tom further towards the edge. Was he going to spunk against the fucking hotel door? What the fuck was he doing? With his erotic frenzy and anxiety mounting as he headed towards his own climax, however, the door suddenly swung open, and before he could regain his balance, Tom's bulk fell forward, his wet cock in hand, upon a naked Danny Care; their cocks pressing against each other and with Danny looking both bewildered but also clearly amazed to have the 6'1" twenty-four-year-old thrust upon him, his shirt stretched across bulging arms and chest, his nipples clearly rock hard beneath the crisp cotton, the smell of beer upon his breath and looking both terrified and dazed as looked into Danny's eyes. He could only utter an expletive to take in what had just happened. `Tommy boy', said Danny. `Someone was listening, was he? Were you wanking at the sound of us fucking? I always thought you might be a grade-A faggot.' Tom looked up to see Marcus, also drenched in sweat, propped on the bed, his hand upon his still-swollen massive cock and grinning like the Cheshire cat. What the fuck had he stumbled into, thought Tom. `Ha, um, well what can I say?', muttered Tom, puce-red. `You don't need to say anything, bro', said Marcus, grinning. `You just need us to relieve you of that hard-on. Danny here has probably had his fill, but I still need a night-cap". Tom, stood up, his cock still raging hard, the naked Danny behind (who quickly closed the door). Danny swaggered back towards him, his handsome cock swinging between those massive thighs and with that fucking grin that was usually reserved for team banter and now found a totally different outlet. With his right hand, he slapped Tom's left cheek. `Come on, Tom, let's get you to little bro here'. Tom, dazed, was moved forward towards the bed as Marcus moved across. `I'm sorry, I didn't know what -- `Don't apologise, Tom', said Marcus, `we're going to look after you. You know you want it, judging from how you were fondling me earlier...' Marcus and Tom were now face to face, the smell of his and Danny's sweat and cum thick in the air. Tom felt like he was in some kind of erotic fog that he now couldn't escape, nor did he think he wanted to. His only experience of anything sexual with another man had been with his brother when they were fourteen, both of them outrageously horny on a family holiday, and sharing a bed in France, when Ben had suggested they wanked each other off. A bizarre experience, in which both of them ended up jizzing over each other in probably the strangest form of twin-bonding. It had nonetheless left an echo of lust for it within him (he suspected Ben too...) but had he ever contemplated anything like this? What the fuck were they going to do him now? Danny had clearly just fucked the living daylights out of Marcus Smith and Tom could feel part of him beginning to panic. Danny and Marcus appeared intent on gentleness at first, however. Danny gently stroked Tom's firm backside, barely held within the suit trousers which strained across his rear, as Marcus now moved down to his steel-hard rod and, teasingly - looking into Tom's eyes - flicked his tongue across Tom's glistening head. Danny stroked Marcus's hair as Tom let out a deep groan. The head he'd received from women never seemed to have this delicacy (or frankly enjoyment from the women giving it) and seeing Marcus go at his cock with such devotion was fucking exhilarating. As he threw back his hair, Tom also suddenly felt Danny's hot breath against his thick neck, realising that the scrum-half was, with his tongue, attending to what, for Tom, was a highly erogenous zone. Fucking hell, this was incredible. He gathered his own hands around Marcus's head as Danny moved to slide a hand into his shirt, his finger playing with his right nipple as he continued to work his way up to Tom's ear. `Ughhhh, this is fucking amazing', groaned Tom. `Your big bro seems to like it, Marky-boy', said Danny. `Probably not as much as his brother would', said Marcus, as he gasped for breath. Danny laughed, `Now there's a very appealing image' but Tom did not respond, seemingly totally lost in the moment, his head back as Danny continued to move his tongue teasingly across his neck, his other hand gripping Tom's chin. `We need to get you out of this, don't we?', said Danny, as he unbuttoned the shirt, pulling it off with some difficulty to reveal the highly toned torso of Tom, a small trail of hair leading down to where Marcus was hard at work. `Fuck, you're looking good, Tommy. Someone's been working out for the Cup', said Danny, as he now moved to flick his tongue across the left nipple. `Oh fuck. Fuck me', said Tom, still not quite believing that these two Quins heroes were taking him into their sexual possession. Danny's hand, eager to reach Tom's hole, slid in between his trousers and hot skin. `Oh, fuck me, what do we have here? Are you wearing a jock, Tommy-boy?' Marcus pulled back, the precum slathered across his lips and looking extremely hungry but mock-surprised: "he fucking isn't?!" Tom looked a tad uncomfortable and ran his hand through his hair, his biceps looking spectacular as he did so. Smiling, he said, "yeah, I just started wearing them. I like the way they feel." At this, Marcus quickly undid his trousers and rapidly pulled them down, revealing to them both the muscled arse looking resplendently exposed but for the two straps working their way down to what was a sopping-wet pouch. "Fuck me, that's fucking hot. They look incredible on you," said Danny, as he gave the left cheek a firm slap. "Why haven't we been treated to these before?", he asked (knowing full well why), as Tom blushed and shook his head. "I don't fucking believe this", he laughed. "Nor can Daddy Danny", said Marcus. "He's going to want to keep those as a trophy." "Damn right I am. I'll be jizzing into those for the rest of the tournament. Bend over, boy; Daddy needs a better look." Tom laughed as Marcus swivelled round to receive Tom's cock as, now, he lay flat on his back, Tom pushing back to reveal to Danny his tremendous, smooth arse, framed beautifully by the jock. With Marcus's hard schlong now staring straight at him invitingly, Tom leaned across Marcus's taut, muscular frame to now take his first cock in his mouth. The taste of his precum was lushly sweet and the feeling of being sucked off as he sucked off Marcus in this 69er was intense beyond his imagination. Nor was Tom ready for what followed, as Danny moved his tongue in between Tom's cheeks and playfully darted it across his hole, each of them now lost in a realm of delight, each expressing their pleasure: these three adonises of the England team tenderly adoring each other's bodies who only hours earlier were beating the crap out of the Ireland team on the field. Marcus pulled back. `Fuck him, Daddy. You know you can't resist that arse.' Tom felt a slight surge of adrenaline. Was he really about to be fucked by Danny Care as he sucked off Marcus? The thought mildly terrified him, judging from the size of the cock rock hard between those legs. `Two of you in one night. Daddy Danny's a lucky man. What do you say, Tommy boy? Do you want your daddy inside you?' Tom was uncertain, to be honest, but hungry for this whole experience: what had begun outside the door to their hotel room was developing into a whole new sexual realm that he could barely take in, yet take it all in was what he now desired above all else. `Yeah, yeah,' he gasped between consuming Marcus's cock, `I want it, I want you Danny'. `Daddy goes gently, don't worry', said Danny, as his dripping tip slathered the hole, Danny grabbing the band of his jock with one hand and sliding his other up Tom's back, positioning himself carefully behind him slowly and easing himself in. Tom clenched, giving a high-pitched squeal, his mouth still full of Marcus's cock. `Relax, buddy, just relax', said Danny. `We're going to look after you'. Bit by bit, Tom adjusted to the presence of Danny within him, deeper and deeper until Marcus was given the beautiful sight above him of both Danny's balls thrust up against the full pouch of Tom's jock hanging just above his head. Smithy reached his free hand up to fondle the hole of Danny and the heavy jock as his daddy adjusted himself into Tom's rear. `Fuck, you're tight, Tom. Ugh, Marcus, yes. Fuck, this feels so fucking incredible.' Tom could barely breathe -- the wave of sensation from mouth to cock to arse that Danny and Marcus were giving him was almost enough to make him faint. Danny himself was kind of amazed that he was so hard for this all over again, having just drained himself into Marcus, but the sight of these two boys sucking each other off as he dominated another of them was erotically electrifying: `Fuck, my boys', he said, `I fucking love this'. Slowly, yet deliberately, he began to move back and forward into Tom, letting the mixture of precum and saliva ease up the hole. Marcus put his hands around Tom's massive thighs, holding him in place as he continued to receive the leaking cock of Tom at the back of his throat. Tom was overwhelmed. The force and pressure of Danny against his prostate was sending him over the edge, as Marcus was now beginning to taste in his mouth. `Oh Danny, Danny, fuck, fuck me, this is -- ugh -- yes, keep going', Tom groaned. `Don't worry, baby, we're going all the way', said Danny, as he continued to thrust in and out, occasionally slapping Tom's cheeks, feeling empowered beyond measure as he and the boy-wonder took Tom with increasing alacrity. Tom himself could feel his knees beginning to go, overwhelmed by the intensity of his body being overtaken like this by his fellow teammates. `I can't, I can't, oh my fuck!', Tom cried, as involuntarily he climaxed like he'd never done before and began to cum into Marcus's mouth in what felt like an endless torrent of his jizz. Marcus began to gag, clearly not expecting this so quickly, and feeling the warm shots at the back of his throat one after the other from the fat cock deep in his mouth. As he managed to swallow load after load, he could hear Danny beginning to grunt, clearly building up to it himself. Taking the dripping cock from his mouth, Marcus shuffled back along the bed, his face now beneath the glorious sight of his daddy's cock slamming into Tom's arse with increasing vigour, the heat and sweat from both of them its own erotic thrill. Tom just kept yelping now in utter submission as Danny, the sweat pouring from his head, suddenly threw it back: `Fuuuuuuuccck, yesssss', he cried (surely the whole corridor would hear this now), as he released himself into Tom's rear, his hands gripped around Tom's waist, his quads and triceps glistening with sweat as he remained lodged deep-inside Tom. Tom groaned, his whole body utterly abused by these two and yet having never felt so satisfied, so complete. `Oh Tommy boy, your arse is fucking sublime', said the scrum-half, a look of utter joy and satedness across his face. Tom just breathed deeply, taking in what had just happened and the feeling of Danny Care's loads deep inside him. `Pull out slowly, Daddy', said Marcus. `Eh?', said Danny `I want more', said Marcus, his face close to the- what felt like searing heat - of their balls (Tom's still wedged in the jock), eagerly wondering whether Danny's loads would be his prize as he withdrew. Sure enough, as Danny slowly pulled himself from between Tom's cheeks, what seemed like a stream of jizz poured out, straight onto Marcus's face, some of it into his open mouth. `Fuck me, my little bro. You fucking love it, don't you? Look at your pretty face', said Danny, admiring the cum-spattered visage of Smithy. He now slapped his wet cock across his cheeks, smearing the cum even more across Marcus's face. `Ugh', said Marcus, swallowing rapidly, `this is fucking amazing'. Tom, at this point, was in something of a daze, his hand grasped around Marcus's cock yet still trying to absorb what had just happened, feeling both spent and full and yet somehow ready for more. Danny bent down to kiss and lick the cum-sodden face of his boy. Marcus laughed and locked Danny in yet another cum-swapping kiss, their shared hunger for it pretty remarkable given neither of them had ever entertained this before today. `You know who also might like some jizz across face, Marky-boy?', Danny asked. `I think I do, Daddy', replied Marcus, as Danny once again slapped Tom's arse. `Turn around Tom. Marcus has a treat for you.' Tom didn't need encouragement. He felt utterly wasted in one sense, the alcohol and rabid sex having left him utterly vulnerable, and yet the feeling and taste of Marcus in his mouth had had its own incredible glory. He wanted more of it. Tom lifted his up his massive bulk, his jock soaked with cum and sweat, Danny's cum still leaking from his hole, and now lay flat upon the bed, his head propped against the pillows. Marcus now straddled him, Danny immediately behind him, his dripping cock pressed into Marcus's crack as Danny began to wank Marcus slowly while kissing the back of his neck, his tongue flicking across his ear. The sight of this to Tom was unbelievable: these two total studs lost in what was clearly more than just a fuck. They clearly adored each other, a kind of bewildering fulfilment of a bromance that Tom had never imagined possible and yet the sight of it would sustain his wanking fantasies for months to come. Marcus began to breathe more quickly as Danny's hand now worked his length with increasing vigour until, with sharp intakes of breath from Marcus, it was clear he was about to climax yet again. `Are you ready, Tommy boy?', asked Danny. `My boy's about to dowse you'. Tom, his hand on his own cock, nodded obediently. `You better close your eyes', said Danny just at the moment that Marcus screamed, sending shot after shot directly across Tom's face until it looked as though he'd been somehow glazed. Tom opened his mouth, the cum dripping across his lips and onto his tongue. He licked it in, the salty taste of Marcus like fucking nectar to him. He didn't dare open his eyes, feeling the warmth across his entire face. He didn't need to worry, however, as, before he knew it, Danny and Marcus had moved in upon his face, licking up the ejaculate and both enthusiastically bringing all three of them into a deep exchange of tongues, cum-swapping between the three of them, each of them groaning as they tasted Marcus mingling with each other's saliva: a new bond between the team-mates that went well beyond anything a coach could ever conjure. Their hunger sated, Marcus and Danny fell either side of Tom, who lay there in nothing but his jockstrap and socks. `Boys, that was something else,' said Tom. `Right?', said Marcus, leaning his shoulder looking at the both, his hand absent-mindedly playing with Tom's nipple. `Who knew sex with your squad mates could be so fucking life-giving?' `Who would you want next, Tommy-boy?', asked Danny. `Owen? Fordy? Your brother?', asked Marcus. `What's your obsession with me having sex with my brother?!', Tom protested. `My boy's got fantasies, Tom. You gotta respect them and, frankly, I'd pay good money to see that.' Tom blushed, the thought both maddening and arousing. `I'm clearly into three-ways now. I wouldn't mind Fordy and Farrell. They clearly fucking love each other as much as you two do.' `After that three-way with me and your brother, of course', said Marcus, whose hand moved to stroking Tom's damp bulge. `Fuck's sake,' said Tom, rolling his eyes, looking into Marcus's eyes who gazed back at him in a mock-plaintive manner. `Yeah, Fordy and Farrell. It's actually pretty obvious once you see it, isn't it?', mused Danny. `I'd love to see it,' said Marcus. `How do we make this happen?' `How about we parade Tom here in front of them in his jockstrap?', said Danny. `Ha! You fuckers. Maybe the whole team?', Tom asked. `I suppose that would tell us who's into it'. `Watch the boners rise! Who couldn't be into this, eh, Tommy-boy?', said Danny, leaning in to kiss him deeply and stroking his chest, Marcus stroking Danny's hair as he did so. `We've got seven weeks with each other', said Danny. `Who isn't going to be fucking Marcus up the arse by the quarter-finals?' Gathered up in the sheets, naked but for Tom wedged in between them in his jock, the three of them could -- as they eventually fell asleep together in this tangle of sheets covered in their dried cum, sweat and musk -- only imagine what the coming days held. This was going to be quite the tournament.