Date: Thu, 5 May 2022 00:23:00 +0100
From: PCW Tosh <pcwtosh@gmail.com>
Subject: Scrum Down 3 - Henry Gets Some Bone, Maro

Disclaimer: Hey folks, this story is just a fantasy and I have no evidence
that this actually happened, but we can all dream.

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Scrum Down 3 - Henry Gets Some Bone, Maro

Henry Slade arrived in London, for a day of freedom. The Exeter Chiefs
centre explored the capital city taking in the many sights of the
historical capital city. Walking through Camden, the 29-year-old looked
over the market stalls trying to identify a small gift to take back to his
parents. Winding through the narrow streets Henry felt lost, the maze of
boutiques and stands were blurring into one overwhelming mass of visual
noise, fuck it, it's time for a beer. He took out his phone and opened maps
before a thought dawned on him, he switched to his contacts and found Maro
Itoje's number.

"Big man, I'm in Camden and I need a beer. Where should I go?" Henry sent
to his England teammate, "Henry, come here!" Mauro replied, sending his
location from Hampstead Heath. [I wonder what he's doing up there?] Henry
thought to himself, opening Uber and ordering himself a cab. Within minutes
his cab had arrived and Henry clambered in for the short journey to the
Heath, [aaaaand breathe.]

The cab arrived and Henry climbed out taking in the busy junction filled
with families, couples walking hand-in-hand and now, a lost international
rugby star. Henry took out his phone and entered maps again looking at his
location. Finding his blue spot, Henry followed the map along the winding
paths and up the hill until he saw the big lock sat down with a group of
friends looking over the stunning London skyline.

"Henry!" Maro beamed, pushing himself up off the grass to greet his England
teammate. "Yo Maro." Henry smiled broadly as they hugged. "Guys, this is
Henry, Henry these are the guys." Maro explained. Henry gave a tentative
wave to the group who greeted him politely. "We won't be here long." Maro
whispered to Henry as he acknowledged each of the group's greetings
individually.

Maro stuffed a bottle of beer into Henry's hand then held out his own beer
for a cheers, Henry reciprocated before taking a long, thirsty
swig. Dropping the bottle from his lips, Henry surveyed the London skyline,
for all the years he had bad mouthed the capital as an "outsider" the truth
was the city really was spectacular, there was The Shard, there was The
Gherkin, a smile spread across Henry's face as he appreciated the
view. "Looking for the cows, villager?" Maro grinned over at him. "You
could say that." Henry chuckled.

The evening began to draw in across the clear sky as they emptied their
beer cans and bottles. "Ready to head back?" Maro grinned with his
disarming smile. "Yeah, I got fuck all done today though." Henry
chuckled. "Pah, don't worry about it, we can go shopping in the morning,
I'll drive you wherever you need to go." Maro replied. "Would you, that's
sweet of you." Henry grinned. "Happy to help bro." Maro smiled. "Alright
folks, we are off." Maro announced, taking out his phone and ordering a
cab. "It was nice meeting you all." Henry called politely, chasing after
Maro who had turned and begun his journey home.

Within 10 minutes they had arrived at Maro's flat, a two-floored, two-bed
flat in West Hampstead. Henry followed the tall Lock into his Edwardian
flat; the building's crafted iron finish not only included the bannisters
but also a beautiful birdcage style lift. Henry's eyes drank it all in as
they climbed the staircase and arrived at Maro's top floor flat. The
Saracens star pushed open his door and strode into his home followed by his
England teammate. "Make yourself at home." Maro offered, reaching out to
take his coat. "Thanks." Henry grinned, handing over his coat and kicking
off his shoes. Taking in the framed shirts and man of the match trophies,
Henry was impressed by his teammate's success.

The flat was huge; high ceilings with a grand light in each room, even at 6
foot 5 inches tall, another Maro on top of Maro's shoulders wouldn't reach
the ceiling. Maro placed Henry's coat behind the door then heading over to
a cabinet in the corner of the room he removed a bottle of whisky and two
tumblers. "Let's take this up a notch." Maro grinned. Henry chuckled,
taking a seat on one of three, two-seater leather couches facing towards a
coffee table with a space to see a large plasma TV on the wall.

Maro tipped the light brown liquid liberally into the glasses. [That's
gotta be a quadruple] Henry chuckled to himself. Maro caught Henry's eye
and the expression on his face. "Put some hairs on your chest big boy."
"You're one to talk, cheers." Henry replied, referring to Maro's smooth,
broad chest which he had witnessed many times in the locker room. They
clinked their glasses and took a sip of the peaty liquid before exhaling a
manly sigh of appreciation.

Their conversation took them over Japan and that world cup final, the day
that never was. Then the 6 nations, what a fucking disaster that had
been. Would Eddie Jones still be in charge by the time they got to France?
And if not, who would be the new coach? Would they still pick Maro & Henry?
They dread to think, but at least for now they could concentrate on the
Premiership.

"So, if you had to fuck anyone in the squad who would it be?" Henry
grinned, steering the conversation into a more light hearted
direction. Maro glared at Henry from over his glass then took a moment to
consider. "Baby George. I'd break that boy in two." Maro beamed
malevolently while spreading his legs a little wider to assert his
masculinity. "What about you?" "Erm, Ben Youngs. Gobby shit does my head
in." Henry chuckled. Maro surveyed him with a distinct judging look. "You
were going to say Owen weren't you." He replied. "...nah" "oh please. No
one has more lip than Owen. You want a go on his arse then be my guest."
Maro sniggered, thinking about his Saracens teammate. "He's our captain
though, gotta show some respect." "Posh boy." Maro chuckled.

"Should I top you up or are you gonna make your move?" Maro asked. "Make my
move?" Henry's eyes shot back and forth nervously. "Yeah, I figured since
you've been checking out my crotch from the moment we sat down and asking
me which guy I'd shag, you're feeling frisky?" Maro replied boldly. Henry
had been rumbled; he gave a conciliatory nod bringing a wide smile from the
forward. "Well, if you want it, come get it." Maro grinned, spreading his
legs and unzipping his jeans. Henry had seen Maro's cock many times before,
but this time as the 9.5-inch log emerged from the forward's crotch, Henry
had to take a moment to prepare himself mentally.

Maro watched Henry's brown eyes travelling along his hardening meat and
smiled, "Ready for it big boy?" Henry nodded tentatively. The Plymouth-born
centre picked himself up and moved towards Maro. Sinking to his knees
between the big man's legs, Henry didn't even pause to
contemplate. Reaching into Maro's crotch, he took hold of the forward's
thick pole at the base and placed the tip into his mouth. Henry closed his
lips and slid down the black boy's thick, hard shaft, the taste was
overpowering. Henry felt powerless to resist, each time he swallowed the
cock his mouth took in more of Maro's delicious meat.

Maro raised his arms, resting them behind his head whilst his England
teammate serviced him. Henry held Maro's thick baton at the base while he
busied himself at Maro's head. Henry's pink lips pursed tightly around
Maro's swollen tip, sucking gently and swiping his wet tongue across the
top. The glancing flicks sent to glee through the forward's massive frame
bringing a gentle sigh from the big man.

The sounds of wet sucking echoed around the contemporarily designed living
room. Maro enjoyed Henry's tongue work as the centre ate his dick. "Another
thing you're better at than Owen." Maro chuckled after another long sigh of
satisfaction. Henry appreciated the encouragement; it was always good to
know things you could do better than the famous England poster boy.

Henry poked his tongue out of his gaping mouth, the tip prodded against
Maro's thick, dark shaft which pulsed towards Henry as a reflex to being
teased. Again, Henry teased the big black cock in front of him, tickling
Maro's tip which tensed hard once more. Looking up at the big lock, Henry
felt in control as he took hold of the base of Maro's shaft and swallowed
as much of Maro as he could.

Maro gave a grunt of satisfaction watching Henry bob up and down the length
of his cock. Henry wasn't able to swallow the whole thing, but that didn't
matter, around 7.5 inches of Maro's meat disappeared inside Henry's skull
each time the centre descended Maro's cock. Inside Henry's throat, Maro
could feel his exposed head glide across Henry's tonsils bringing light
shudders from the 27-year-old.

Henry could hear Maro verbally enjoying his oral talent. Soft murmurs and
other gentle sound effects left the forward's lips involuntarily. Each
sound encouraged Henry to suck harder and move faster on that beautiful
black 9.5-inch mast. The image of Owen sucking Maro's big black cock while
the man mountain frowned bemused by the northern lad's lack of skills
filled Henry's mind. The centre wanted to impress and, in his mind, there
was only one way to do it, but before he climbed aboard, he wanted to enjoy
the meaty cock stretching his throat wide open.

With increasing ease, Henry sucked on the big forward's long, hard
cock. The urge to gag weakened with every repetition as Henry's throat
loosened to accept Maro's hard pole. The 29-year-old inhaled deeply as he
sucked, Maro's manly aroma filling his nostrils. Henry's tongue pressed
firmly against the back of Maro's pipe, stimulating it with well-placed
pressure.

"Fucking hell yes." Maro groaned with delight. He knew who he wanted to
share a room with Henry on their next tour. The tightness of Henry's lips
around his hard cock felt sensational. The 27-year-old watched his dark
shaft disappear into Henry's skull and then felt the pressure of his
teammate's throat closing around his swollen head. Fuck, Henry could suck
him all night at this rate and he wouldn't get bored. The forward's balls
didn't agree however and as he sucked; he was bringing Maro dangerously
close.

Sliding off the top of Maro's cock with a pop, Henry took the forward's
thick black wood at the base and stroked it across his cheek. Maro's eyes
narrowed, disappointed that Henry had decided to end his amazing oral work
just as it was about to hit the spot. Henry stood up and took his shirt
off, then gestured to Maro to remove his own. As Maro removed his shirt to
reveal his dark, muscular frame, Henry peeled down his trousers and stepped
out of them. The tent in his red boxers was clear to see and slipping his
fingers under the waistband, the 29-year-old pushed them down. Henry stood
for a moment proudly with his hands on his hips looking down at Maro's
muscular body and smiling with anticipation.

The centre stepped towards Maro and threw his right leg over Maro's left
leg, then placing his hand on the forward's shoulder he threw his left leg
over Maro's right leg. Taking Maro by the chin, Henry pulled Maro's face
towards his and planted a long hard kiss on the 27-year-old's thick
lips. Maro's full lips took control while Henry reached around and located
his teammate's thick black cock. Rolling his hand to the top, Henry guided
the tip towards his hole and pressed it against his ring. Their kiss
increased in intensity as Henry pushed his arse out, placing his weight
above Maro's cock, Henry allowed gravity to pull his weight down, a soft
nasal groan confirmed what both men could feel, Maro's head had begun to
penetrate.

The feeling of his ring stretching wider than it ever had before made Henry
groan deeper and longer than he ever had before. The burning sensation
engulfed his body like an inferno, an inferno concentrated on his tight,
pink arse hole. Yet with time, gentle movements up and down, and kissing,
plenty of kissing, Henry filled his hole with more than 6 inches of Maro's
thick black cock. The pain was excruciating as Maro's thick rod sliced its
way deeper inside his muscular body and yet as the pain increased, so did
Henry's desire for more. The bottom's powerful thighs pushed him up a
little then further down into Maro's lap, swallowing a little more cock
each time.

Maro watched every move Henry made, every flinch of his body as the pain
surged through the bottom's sensitive, muscular body. Henry's body felt
incredible surrounding his thick, black cock, the bottom's tight hole
dragged Maro's dark foreskin along his shaft with increasing speed and
decreasing discomfort. The forward's hands held Henry's hips as the
29-year-old bounced, both men could feel their breathing increase in depth
along with their heart rate. With Henry's increasing freedom of movement,
Maro found himself jabbing north softly as Henry descended, encouraging
another millimetre to edge inside the bottom as he fucked himself.

Henry threw his arms around Maro's neck and hugged the big black beauty
tight. The bottom felt happy and as comfortable as he would ever be while
being skewered by a thick 9.5-inch pole. Henry's glutes began to really
take charge of his movements, rocking his hole from front to back as he
used the entire length of Maro's thick, raw cock to fuck himself. With his
arse grazing Maro's thighs each time he sank down into the forward's lap,
Henry felt unstoppable. "Fucking hell that's deep." Henry exclaimed as he
bounced with increasing speed, squeezing the 27-year-old's thick head into
his tight belly.

Maro remained relaxed, sitting back on the couch watching the bottom's
tight hole sliding along his hard 9.5-inch log. Maro reached out onto the
back of the couch and gripped the leather tight while Henry bounced above
him. With Henry's tight arse clinging tight to his thick, raw cock Maro
knew it wouldn't be too long before his cock exploded with what felt like a
pint of thick cream churning in his balls. "Ride that dick." Maro groaned,
his throbbing cock sliding within Henry's tight chute.

With the pressure building in his balls, Maro moved his right hand to take
hold of Henry's bouncing cock and as the bottom bounced, Maro began to jerk
his hard cock. The feeling of Henry's hard, 7.5-inch cock throbbing in his
hands made Maro's cock even harder, the feeling of his cock probing Henry's
insides, turning the bottom on and thickening Henry's own cock made
everything hotter. The 29-year-old's hot tunnel descending around his pole
made Maro groan, sliding over his sensitive head.

"I'm really close." Maro breathed, watching Henry stuff himself with the
forward's rock-hard sheath. "Good." Henry panted as he bounced, "keep
wanking me." He finished. Maro maintained his form, pumping Henry's wand as
the centre fucked himself on Maro's long cock. The 27-year-old obeyed
Henry's instructions with extreme difficulty. The bottom's arse felt so
good he wanted to roll his eyes to the back of the sockets but watching the
movements of Henry's manly body made the whole situation so much more
arousing.

"Yeah, I'm gonna cum." Maro nodded. Henry bounced up and all the way off
Maro's meaty cock just in time to watch the 27-year-old shoot across his
smooth, broad chest. Much like Maro himself, the black boy's cum was big
and thick. The big forward sucked in deep breaths of air between grunts as
his cock squirted like a fountain across his smooth, dark skin. Maro's fist
continued valiantly tugging at Henry's 7.5-inch sword while his own cock
shot another load across his contrasting skin. The deep, smooth chocolate
colour of Maro's skin became dotted with the bright creamy colour of his
sticky cum, landed in thick globs across his muscular body.

"Holy fuck." Henry whined, his eyes scanning Maro's broad chest as it
became drenched in his own cream. For no reason in particular, Henry placed
his hand into the sticky mess forming on Maro's chest and gave a loud
groan. The warm, silky substance between his fingers flicked a switch in
Henry's mind and as Maro's fist rolled along his cock, the centre erupted
over his teammate's waiting chest.

Two thick, hard cocks pulsed angrily as they fired their owner's marbly
white cream across Maro's beautiful, dark skin. The forward had the most
incredible view as the pair of cocks throbbed wildly while firing their
contents. Taking Maro by surprise, the most powerful surge of Henry's
orgasm sent a thick rope of cum into the forward's smooth cheek. "Uhh
fuck." Maro breathed, his orgasm was at an end but Henry's face shot had
sent a final surge of erotic passion through him, shooting another wad of
thick white cum across his abs.

Maro gave a long sigh looking up at Henry who hadn't finished cumming
yet. The Exeter centre's upper body convulsed as his body acted out the
intense pleasure he was feeling. The last few ropes shot from his slick
head across Maro's broad chest to join his teammate's pearly
cream. "Ughhhh." Henry groaned, using his chunky thighs to slide his body
over Maro's softening boner a couple more times to force the last of his
cum out onto Maro's sweaty abs.

The two sat panting, Maro looking up at Henry who grinned back at
him. "Well, that was fun." Henry beamed. "Yeah, not the way I expected my
day to go." Maro chuckled. "Better or worse." Henry replied. "Oh, much
better." Maro nodded enthusiastically. "Unlucky I didn't get what I needed
already though." Henry laughed, looking over at the clock. "Not sure I'll
be able to walk any great distances after destroying myself with that
thing." Henry continued, flicking his eyes down towards Maro's cock. "Doubt
I could even make it to the door." Henry finished. Maro rolled his eyes
with a smile, "You trying to get an invite to stay the night." "No,
no. Just saying." Henry chuckled. "I'm joking bruv." "I know you are!" They
argued, grinning as they did so.

Their breathing had returned to normal and the England teammates finally
had the energy to move. Henry pushed himself up to stand, watched all the
way by Maro who appreciated Henry's solid body. "I'm gonna clean myself up
and if you wanna help yourself to a drink, feel free." Maro announced
pushing up from the couch surveying his chest as he did so. "Cool cool."
Henry smiled watching the forward go.

Pulling up his boxers, Henry helped himself to a glass of water and filled
two glasses with scotch. Relaxing into the couch he smiled, taking a sip
and allowing the peat to warm him up. Listening to the water begin to run,
he tensed his loose hole and smiled at the burning sensation.

END

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