Date: Tue, 7 Nov 2023 10:05:34 +0000 From: Harry Subject: Rugby World Cup 6 Rugby World Cup 6 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/). The sun fell upon his shoulder, the dust bringing into relief his broad back, the freckles spread across the contours of the hard-worked muscles. Tom sighed, thinking about the past two weeks. He, Marcus and Danny had had multiple nights of intense, frenetic sex, all of which had come to an end at the weekend when his twin brother had arrived to support his match against Samoa. The suspension from playing had hit him hard but the revelatory experiences with Danny and Marcus had redefined not just his experience of the World Cup but of his own sense of self. As he lay there, he thought about Danny feeding him Marcus's cum, fresh from his own hole. Or, of rimming Danny (fuck, that man tasted good) as Marcus lay beneath him, sucking him off furiously before he blew what had felt like ceaseless loads into the boy's mouth. As suspensions go, apart from endless hours in the gym, it had been some of the most satisfying weeks in his life. The gym had resulted in him becoming truly stacked and unbelievably randy all the time -- unable to find release when he most needed to and, now, suspended from his playtime with Danny and Marcus by his brother's arrival in France. His bed, previously a tangled mess of his teammates, the smell of cum prevalent across sheets and bodies, now just absorbed by the presence of Ben lying there in his boxer briefs, the sheets tangled about his legs as he breathed deeply, his weighty back rising and falling in his sleep. Why couldn't he have found a room, thought Tom, pondering Marcus hungrily eating his cock only a week ago at the same hour. His phone pinged. Sighing, Tom reached across to read the Whatsapp. `When are you and your brother coming to feast on my cock, you little bitch?' Yet another message from Marcus, who was obsessed with the idea of a threesome with him and Ben. Tom threw the phone down to his side, exhaling with frustration and with a grin on his face. Marcus wouldn't let go of it. Tom threw his head back, trying to imagine it. He'd kinda enjoyed the time they'd wanked each other off as teenagers -- the bond they shared was at a level unlike any other and the feeling of Ben's cock, and then cum, in his hand had been intense at the time. He'd thought about it for weeks afterwards even though they hadn't come back to it ever since. A drunken moment of madness, a secret between pubescent brothers. He thought, as he lay there in the early morning light, of both of them sliding their tongues up Marcus's thick cock, their tongues gathering around his tip, taking in his precum and swapping it with each other. Tom's hand went straight to his cock, now stretching his briefs hard. He couldn't believe what now turned him on. Only a couple of months ago these thoughts would have been alien to him and now he was fucking obsessed with it. The thought of them both fucking Marcus's tight arse one after another was intense. Tom glanced at the taut arse of his brother straining his underwear, his crack visible at the top of the Armani band. He imagined Danny eating him out like he had done him a week earlier and the thought made him wet. What the fuck had gotten into him? Here he was stroking himself off, staring at his brother's tight butt. It was glorious, he couldn't lie, the shadow of the light capturing the curvature and the handsome V from crack to shoulders asking for someone to spoon him. What about it, Tom asked himself. What if he `accidentally' found himself spooning him, as though in his sleep? If Ben woke up to it in horror, there'd be embarrassment; if positive, he'd be on his way to meeting his bargain with Marcus. Maybe they'd even recover something from their teenage years...? Tom took his hand out of his pants, his fingers moist from the precum which he licked off, and pulling up the covers sighed and, in a slightly exaggerated mode, threw his bulk across the bed and, throwing his arm over Ben's torso, shuffled his groin up against his brother's arse, barely constrained within his briefs. Tom exhaled deeply, seeking to give the impression of a natural manoeuvre unconscious to consequences, as his hard cock pressed in against his brother's crack and his arm extended round Ben's chest. Fuck, this felt good. Their bodies, identical in so many respects, snugly nestled against each other and their warmth enveloping them both. Tom felt a momentary panic about what he'd just done -- had Marcus's ongoing fantasy now taken him to a precipe from which he couldn't return? Ben groaned in his sleep. Tom immediately thought he was about to shrug him off violently but - far from it - he lifted his left arm and took Tom's arm underneath his own, drawing him in and his hand towards his right pec. Tom was drawn in closer, his head now nestled against the crook of Ben's neck, his hard cock now pulsating pretty madly against Ben's arse as they spooned in the coolness of the hotel room. Ben uttered a further groan, clearly relishing the human warmth against him, seemingly oblivious to whom he'd nestled himself against. Tom inhaled deeply, catching something of his Armani scent that he'd noticed Ben had started using since he'd been over -- its musky quality only further nurturing the bond of the moment; he smelt fucking amazing. Tom's lips were only centimetres away from what felt like the searing heat of Ben's neck. He wanted to taste the smell, if he were honest, and yet they could but pretend they were sleeping -- unknowingly held together in the warm embrace as natural as they'd shared in their infancy: at once natural, yet also defined in a sense by the raging hard-on that Tom had thrust up against his brother's arse-cheeks. They lay there for about twenty minutes, yet what felt to Tom like an eternity, his cock increasingly wet against his brother's underwear and him not knowing how either to take it further (did he really want that?) or how to retreat with dignity. Before he could work out what to do, Ben grunted in his sleep and shuffled, still seemingly lost for the count, yet in so doing taking Tom's left hand (currently grasped in Ben's hand against his chest) and moved it down to his groin. `Fuck', thought Tom, as his hand was brought to rest upon an equally rock-hard cock straining to the right of his briefs and also sopping wet with precum. He thinks I'm his girlfriend, doesn't he? Can he? Surely he must be sufficiently awake now to realize it's me? Tom's heartbeat raced madly, as he wondered what he'd started and how he was going to extract himself. `Fuck, Tom,' Ben languidly uttered, `don't stress. Judging from the hard schlong pressed against my fucking arse, I'd say my bro is as randy as I am'. A silence, and then, `Um, er, fuck. What? I don't know...? I -- Ben now rolled over to face him face to face, their raging hard-ons now facing each other as their looked into each other's eyes. `Tommy boy. Don't fret. Marcus sent me the pic of you of him and Danny in bed two weeks ago. I know what's going on.' `Erm, what?, said Tom. `Come on. We both know Marcus's fantasies by now. Fuck me, that pic was a weird turn-on but I can't tell you how many times I've wanked over it. Your sweat, the look of satisfaction on your face, the thought of you sandwiched between those two.' A silence fell between them as they looked into each other's eyes. Ben brought his hand up to stroke Tom's cheek gently. `Come on, mate', Ben said, `what we have. What we've always had. It's something else. The rugby, yeah, but that time we wanked each other off. I've never forgotten it. I'm so proud of you. Proud of you for the world cup, proud of you for what you've done with those boys, and proud of you because we'll always be part of each other's lives. And I'm yours.' `Um, Ben, mate...', Tom began, hesitating. `Don't give me that, you fucker. Look at our raging wet cocks. We both fucking want this. It's not about Marcus. We want this.' Tom couldn't believe what he was saying. It was like the whole earth shifting beneath his feet. He grabbed Ben's hand and held it against his face, looking into his eyes with an intensity he'd never known before, feeling his hot breath against his face, and knowing something -- no, everything -- was about to change. Without hesitating, he moved for the first time into kiss his brother deeply, their thick, radiantly hot, lips moving sensuously against each other, as Ben's tongue moved into Tom's mouth, exploring his tongue delicately. As Ben's hand continued to caress Tom's face, Tom's own moved down Ben's broad back, trying to take in his brother's bulk alongside him, until his hand came, almost magnetically, to the top of his arse, exposed by the underwear stretched across the enormous cheeks. Tom slid a mere finger down between them, eliciting a gasp from Ben who now also reached across to draw Tom in, their cocks now touching but for the soaked fabric as they continued to ravish each other's faces. Each groaning, Tom moved swiftly to push Ben back against the bed and mount him, their cocks still pressed hard against each other through their underwear and now beginning to thrust up against his brother's cock, their tongues still entwined, their hands exploring each other's bodies as though they were encountering each other for the first time. To Tom, this was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. Sure, his brother's body was as appealing as his own (Ben had also put on extra muscle for the new season), a mirror image of the hard work and dedication to the sport they served. But this was more than just an animal lust; this was twenty-five years of love now being expressed in kissing his fucking twin brother: their bodies entwined as an expression of the deepest of connections. Tom moved down Ben's neck while with his right hand he stroked his brother's cock. As he did so, he sucked his neck, wanting to leave a mark. `Fuck, you twat', laughed Ben, as he felt the hickey being implanted by Tom who, looking now looked at him triumphantly, caressing the mark. `A marker to Smithy perhaps', said Tom. `I've fucking wanted this for a long time, Tom, I'm not kidding', said Ben whose left hand also stroked his brother's rock-hard cock still entrapped in the tight briefs (not his, he thought -- Danny's?) as with his other he stroked the absolute slab of a torso that was evidence of Tom's lengthy hours in the England gym -- the clear definition of his six-pack prompting Ben to imagine his cum in the crevices and struggling to believe this could soon be a possibility. `Me too, bro. More than I realized. Ever since Smithy started going on about it, I got a boner every time I thought about you like this. Now, shut the fuck up, because I'm gonna suck your beautiful cock', as Tom moved to Ben's rock-hard nipple, flicking his tongue across it and, with his hand, easing back the waistband and hearing the satisfying slap of Ben's cock against his lower abdomen. Ben groaned, `O fuck, Tommy, yes.' The feeling of Tom's hand caressing his cock brought back the memories of their time as teenagers, his brother's massive hand somehow so sensuous with his length as Tom's tongue proceeded down his torso, running his tongue down the definitions of his own abs. Ben looked into Tom's eyes, a smile spreading across his face until Tom now took the cock, at once so familiar as his own and yet also such a marker of taboo, and flicked his tongue across its head which was glistening with pre. He tasted fantastic. `Oh fuck, oh fuck,' said Ben, as he threw his head back in ecstasy. Could this really be happening? Danny and Marcus had clearly taught him something, as using his tongue he lapped up the precum, leaving his head raging. `Oh take it, Tom, fucking take it'. With his other hand, his finger sliding to his brother's cunt as he took the pulsating cock in his other hand and now begin to work it with his mouth, his eyes fixed on Ben's who looked in utter bliss. `Fuck you're so good at this. Ugh, fuckkkk', Ben clearly enjoying the fingering of his hole and Tom guessing it wasn't something Annie bothered with when she went down on him. After several minutes of going up and down Ben's veiny cock, Tom couldn't quickly got out of the briefs he'd swapped with Danny the other night (unbelievably tight as a result), Ben looking him up and down as he did so. `You look fucking amazing at the moment, bro. I want that inside me', said Ben his eyes fixated on Tom's raging cock. `Oh, I thought you'd want to fuck me', said Tom, grinning while stroking his cock, his arms looking massive as he did so. `I don't know, it's just how I imagined it', said Ben, his own finger now playing with his hole as he stroked his own cock. `Danny will like the thought of us both being fucked by him and Smithy. We'll never get anywhere near his.' `Fucking love that tight arse of his, though. What I wouldn't give to have my cock in between those cheeks', laughed Ben. `Shut up and put those legs up', said Tom as he moved in, pushing up the massive thighs of his brother to reveal more clearly his pink hole, slightly hairy and moist from sweat. An appealing sight that drew in Tom who was now starving for it. `Eat me out, bro, yessss', said Ben as Tom took in his incredible aroma and, now, closing his eyes moved his tongue towards his brother's hole, delicately taking in the taste: salt, sweat, flesh. Ben gave quick short exhalations, trying to absorb the incredible pleasure his brother was now giving his cunt, one hand immediately grabbing his cock in pleasure and the other on his brother's head driving him closer in. Tom merely groaned in satisfaction. This was incredible. They were intimate, of course, but could he have ever imagined he'd have his tongue prying his brother's hole between those massive thighs? `Oh Tommy, fuck, fuck, that's so fucking good. I need you to fuck me.' Tom raised his eyes from his brother's cunt, two fingers immediately exploring their way in. `Oh yeah, you need your brother inside you, do you, little Benny?' `Ugh, yes, yes, uh' -- Ben's eyes were closed trying to absorb the feeling of the fingers -- `I, yeah, fuck yeah, I need you there'. Tom raised himself up and pushed Ben's legs back further as he now took his own seeping cock and playfully moved it across his brother's hole, his pre smearing the entrance. `Fuck, that's incredible. So good', said Ben. `Just you wait, bro'. And with that, he pressed his head more firmly against the hole, spitting down upon the entrance as he did so. `Breathe', said Tom, as Ben threw his head back. Slowly, slowly, Tom pushed into his brother who, slowly, absorbed him. `You okay?' said Tom, seeing Ben's expression, moving his hand up his abs. `Yes, don't stop', he replied. `Fuck, I want it. I want all of it.' Tom grinned, as he felt Ben take him in and he pushed further in until his brother began to make just simpering noises. `Yes, good boy. Let your brother all the way in,' said Tom, as he now began to move slowly back and forward, seeing each time he hit Ben's prostate and his whole-body reaction. `Oh fuck, fuck, Tommy -- fuck, this is unbelievable'. The pain had initially had Ben's cock go soft but now it had become hard again, Ben unable not to stroke himself as his brother began to go deeper, the thrusting building up a glistening sweat across his body as they looked into each other's eyes. He'd never known sex like it. `Ben, I fucking love you', Tom uttered. `Come here', said Ben, reaching up to pull Tom into a deep, sensual kiss by way of reply, as he felt his brother deep inside him. The thought of their bond taking on this form like this electrified him and he wondered how they'd taken this long for this happen. `Don't stop' he whispered. `I want you to cum inside me. I want your seed in me, bro', Ben uttered. Tom pulled back and, at that, grabbed Ben's ankles and began thrusting more rapidly, working up a greater sweat and looking down at Ben wanking himself, a look of utter ecstasy across his face, even as he uttered occasional squeals as his brother thrust ever deeper into him. The sight before him was so fucking appealing that Tom couldn't withhold it much longer. `Uh, ugh, I'm close,' he uttered. `Yes -- fuck, argh, yes - cream me bro', said Ben, his body shuddering against the powerful insertions deep within him. `Fuuuuuuck, yes, yes, yeeeeees', screamed Tom, as he made one final thrust, balls-deep, into his brother and released what felt like twenty loads in what was one of the most incredible orgasms he'd ever had. Ben threw his head back. The feeling, the heat, was like nothing he'd ever known. `Fuuuck, yes, bro.' Tom immediately moved in, his sweat dripping off him onto Ben's chest, to kiss him hungrily. `That was fucking incredible, I can't tell you', said Ben. `I haven't finished yet. Stroke that cock of yours', replied Tom, before easing himself out and, with a rapidity Ben hadn't expected, moved his head back to his hole, waiting to catch his own cum which, as he'd expected, now began to flow from Ben's pulsating hole. `Oh fuck, oh fuck yeah,' said Ben, massively turned on by this and now stroking his own cock furiously as his brother gathered his own seed from his cunt. `So fucking hot', exclaimed Ben, as -- before he knew it -- Tom now came and stood over him, moving to his face with a smile that suggested he had something planned. And, sure enough, as they went in for the kiss, the snowball of his own extensive loads of cum flooded Ben's mouth, their tongues exchanging the salty fluid in a new level of bonding that now sent Ben over the edge: wanking furiously, he gave a high-pitch yelp, as thick streams of ejaculate now shot out across his torso, overshadowed by the sweaty, burning presence of his brother, still tongue-deep in his mouth. `Fuck, yes, my bro, good boyyyy. My good baby boy', Tom now said, as he looked down at the streams of cum that gathered in the gutters of his six-pack. Without a moment's thought, Tom moved down to eat it up, using his fingers to scoop up the considerable excess. Ben laughed, `You little cum slut, I never would've guessed.' Tom merely grinned as he continued to lap it until it had all gone from his abs, uttering noises like he'd just discovered water in a desert, and then lifting himself up triumphantly above Ben's body, their cocks lying abused against each other, both his hands behind his head in a look of utter satisfaction and wonder at Ben. `Mate, that was like nothing else-` began Ben `Fuck me, your cunt. So fucking tight. Was I your first?', asked Tom. `Beyond a dildo, yeah,' laughed Ben. `Good', said Tom looking intently at him, his right hand stroking his pecs and playing with his nipples, his left stroking his own. `I'm gunna be the gatekeeper to that precious hole', he said, as he lent down to kiss him deeply again, their sweaty bodies pressed against each other as they took each other into a deep embrace, enfolded in the love that had taken on entirely new dimensions. There was, all of a sudden, a high-pitched sound -- the hotel door -- and both Ben and Tom turned aside from their kiss to see standing topless before them at the other end of the suite, Marcus Smith, fresh from training, the door slamming shut behind him. `Oh boys, boys', Marcus said, looking at the tangle of sheets, underwear and the twins in the middle of it, their sweaty bulks entwined and both looking with utter surprise at him. `My fantasy has come true. I thought something was up when Ben gave me the spare key but I did not expect this.' Tom laughed, `You cunt. Nor did I, to be honest, but', he said, looking back into Ben's eyes, `it was the best thing that's ever happened to us'. Ben moved back into kiss him and with his right hand grabbed Tom's right cheek, knowing that Marcus would now have sight of his brother's hole. Marcus, his own hand down his compression shorts as he tried to take in the unbelievably hot scene before him, moved magnetically towards the bed. `This is going to be a very long morning...', he thought to himself, as pushing back his hair, knelt down and put his tongue to work on the beautiful arse before him, the twins lost in their kiss, the air thick with the smell of body odour and cum...