Harlequins

This is a fanfiction story about members of the Harlequins rugby team. This is entirely fictional and bears no resemblance to the sexual preferences of the individuals it describes. If you enjoyed it, or have ideas for its development, write to me (h4542335@gmail.com). Nifty always needs donations to keep up its amazing work. Use this link to donate if you've enjoyed this: https://donate.nifty.org

Cadan ripped off his shirt, drenched in sweat, smeared with mud. His whole body pulsed with exhaustion, his strained biceps and quads still thrumming from the past ninety minutes.

Tossing his shirt on the bench, he gripped his pecs, eyes closed, trying to absorb the match's intensity.

Murley had risen to the top of Quins almost imperceptibly, thriving in the team's embrace. This was a bond unlike any he'd known in his rugby life.

He knew the depth of their commitment: Danny Care's ritual hazing, Joe Marler's 'soggy biscuit' tradition, even Leigh Halfpenny's initiation, a collective climax that cemented their brotherhood. Compared to some, Cadan was straight, but he'd embraced the hazing. Yet, his love for pussy and his girlfriend's absence due to practice were weighing on him.

He stared at his reflection. Peak physical form. Defined pecs, bulging quads, and a prominent bulge hinting beneath his shorts. While Marcus was the marketing face, Cadan's gym-honed physique and sizeable package had cultivated a fanbase of its own, judging by his Instagram DMs. The match had ignited his desire, and he reached for his cock and balls.

As he fondled himself, he glanced at Rodrigo, fresh from Argentina, showering to his left.

"Fuck, his body is insane," Cadan thought. His muscled ass, thighs, and arms were an inspiration. Lathered in soap, Rodrigo delved deep into his crack, fingers exploring, almost relishing the sensation. Cadan, his own cock and balls engorged, was mesmerized. Isdiro's incredible game and Harlequins' investment had brought him here, but Cadan hadn't anticipated this arousal.

Isdiro's quads were something else. As he bent over to wash his calves and feet, his smooth ass revealed his hole, inviting Cadan's gaze. He was transfixed, drawn to the sight of this rugby star probing himself. It wasn't intentional, but the sight of Isdiro's fingers teasing his hole ignited a fire within him. Cadan had never expected to find this so arousing.

He felt his meaty uncut cock stirring within him, growing in his hand as he continued to watch, confused by the emotions arisaing within him. Cadan had been totally relaxed about the regular fuckfests that he had heard about between Marcus, Danny and a few others (even, supposedly, the Curry twins). Quins had an incredible bond and, even if Cadan wasn't into the sex, he could see the value and trust it had created between them all on the pitch, whether for nation or club; he didn't need to fuck Marcus to demonstrate his commitment to him, but nor did he mind that Danny or Tommy Freeman did so most Thursdays after training as a matter of course. He had once walked in on Tommy, still caked in mud, reaching orgasm and spattering Marcus's face--the look of pure joy on the boys' faces a sight to behold. Totally uninhibited, Tommy had just nodded at Cadan and immediately moved down into a deep kiss with Marcus, sharing his own cum with him as he did so. Marcus had asked at the time whether Cadan fancied being sucked off before going out, his eyes on Cadan's fulsome crotch. The thought of Marcus's thick lips around his eight-inch girth would have been satisfying if only for the sense of dominance over their poster boy, but he'd just laughed it off at the time ("you couldn't take my length, Smithy") and had left them to it.

It's not that he feared intimacy with a man either. He and Nick David had regularly spooned in bed together when on tour, wearing just their budgy smugglers and, once when drunk, naked. On one occasion on holiday in Greece, they'd wanked off to porn with Lewis Gjaltema in their hotel room, with Lewis delighting in swerving round at the last minute to cum across both of their torsos before falling about laughing.

What was it then about Rodrigo that so piqued his interest since he'd joined? His eyes lingered on that arse as Rodrigo continued to massage it with his finger. Was this an invitation? He hadn't sensed for a moment that he also mucked about--he seemed as straight as they come--but this felt like a performance. Fuck, he thought, the idea of his cock between those cheeks was an incredible turn-on. Should he risk endangering what felt like a growing friendship with the Argentinian by walking into the shower with a hard cock?

He wasn't given a choice. Rodrigo had turned off the showers and was walking back in. Cadan, seeing this, had swerved back to this bag, quickly stuffing his erect cock back into his budgies, and pretended to be looking for some clothing in his bag, trying to think of something else quickly to let the hard-on subside and shaking his head in disbelief that he'd got himself into this situation. He could hardly, in his first match as captain, try and shag the new boy--it could seriously disrupt relations in the team if misjudged. He bent down, as if pretending to look for some clothing in his bag and hopefully conceal the less-than-subtle outline of his hard length within his baby-blue underwear.

"Hey, you were incredible out there, amigo," Rodrigo said, as he towelled himself down--his sculpted six pack dusted with a trail of hair leading down to his thick cock bouncing on top of balls that had already been the subject of considerable chat (Danny had, in front of his wife no less, already declared his desire to be the first to have them in his mouth).

Cadan's heart pounded in his chest as he looked up at Rodrigo. The Argentinian's eyes were dark and intense, and Cadan could feel himself getting a hard-on again. He wanted Rodrigo so badly, but he knew he couldn't act on it. Not yet.

"Thanks," he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper.

Rodrigo smiled, a slow, seductive grin that made Cadan's head spin. "You know, I think I might have a little something for you," he said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small vial of clear liquid.

Cadan's eyes widened. "What's that?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"It's a little something I like to call 'honey,'" Rodrigo said, his voice low and husky. "It's made from a special blend of herbs and spices, and it's supposed to make you feel really good."

Cadan's curiosity was piqued. He had never heard of anything like it before. "How do I use it?" he asked.

"Just a few drops on your cock," Rodrigo said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And then let me do the rest."

Cadan's breath caught in his throat. He had never felt so aroused in his life. He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Rodrigo's.

Rodrigo smiled and unscrewed the cap of the vial. He held it up to the light, and Cadan could see the golden liquid shimmering inside.

"Ready?" Rodrigo asked.

Cadan nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable.

And then he felt it. A single drop of this curious honey landed on the tip of his cock, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. He gasped, his eyes flying open.

"Oh, God," he moaned.

Rodrigo smiled and leaned in, his lips brushing against Cadan's ear. "That's it, baby," he whispered. "Let it all out."

And Cadan did. He came hard and fast, his body wracked with spasms of pleasure. He felt Rodrigo's hand on his back, stroking him soothingly until his climax subsided.

When he finally opened his eyes, he saw that Rodrigo was staring at him with a look of pure satisfaction.

"That was incredible," Cadan said, his voice still shaky.

"I know," Rodrigo replied, his voice low and seductive. "But it's not over yet."

With that, Rodrigo reached into his bag and pulled out a small, velvet-covered box. He opened it, and Cadan gasped. Inside the box was a beautiful, handcrafted dildo.

"I brought this especially for you," Rodrigo said, his eyes sparkling with mischief, `ever since I saw that arse of yours, I knew. I just knew I had to own it".

Cadan's heart pounded in his chest. He had never seen anything like it before. It was long and thick, and it looked incredibly realistic -- was it in fact a model of Rodrigo's own?

"What do you say, baby?" Rodrigo asked.

Cadan swallowed hard. He knew he couldn't resist. "I say... let's do this."

And with that, Rodrigo took the dildo out of the box and began to stroke it against Cadan's cock. Cadan closed his eyes and let out a low moan of pleasure. Bending over, Rodrigo applied some lube from his bag and began to finger it into Murley's hole.

Cadan's eyes fluttered open as a wave of pleasure washed over him. Rodrigo's hand was moving in smooth, rhythmic strokes, sending shivers down his spine. The dildo, warm and slick, felt incredible against his sensitive skin and then as it began to slowly probe his hole.

"You like that?" Rodrigo murmured, his voice low and husky.

Cadan couldn't speak. He could only nod, his body arching involuntarily. Rodrigo smiled and increased the pressure, pushing the dildo deeper into Cadan's ass.

He gasped, his body tensing. The sensation was overwhelming, but also incredibly pleasurable. He couldn't believe how good it felt.

Rodrigo continued to work his magic, his hand moving in perfect synchronization with the dildo. Cadan's body began to tremble, and he knew he was close.

"Come on, baby," Rodrigo urged, his voice growing more intense. "Let it out."

Cadan couldn't hold back any longer. He cried out, his body convulsing as he reached his climax. The sensation was so intense, it was almost painful. He couldn't believe he was about to cum again so soon, but out it spattered across the locker-room floor. He looked pleadingly at Rodrigo, in astonishment as much as relief.

`I think you're going to be a good boy and lick that up for your bro, aren't you?', said Rodrigo.

`What?!', exclaimed Cadan, wondering about the limits of this humiliation.

`Do it for your brother', said Rodrigo, his fetish clearly finding an outlet that Cadan was finding weirdly thrilling.

Obediently, Cadan lowered himself, the dildo still inside him and began, tentatively at first, to scoop his ejaculate into his mouth, almost gagging at first but then beginning to relish the whole experience as Rodrigo watched over him, stroking his cock through his suit trousers, his precum beginning to show quite clearly through his trousers.

`Good boy', said Rodrigo, as Cadan now lay on the floor, his body limp and spent. Rodrigo knelt beside him, still fully dressed but for his jacket taken off and slowly pulled out the dildo while engaging Cadan in a deep kiss, exchanging his cum as they did so.

"You did good, baby," he said softly. "You did really good."

"That was... incredible," Cadan breathed.

Rodrigo smiled, a slow, knowing grin. "Just the beginning, mi amigo."

He kissed Cadan gently, a tender press of lips that sent a shiver down Cadan's spine. Then, Rodrigo began to move, his hands tracing the contours of Cadan's body.

"You taste so good," Rodrigo murmured, his lips trailing down Cadan's neck. "So sweet."

Cadan's breath hitched. He'd never felt so desired, so cherished. The world seemed to fade away as Rodrigo's lips found his own, a passionate kiss that deepened as their bodies intertwined.

At the very moment, Danny Care burst into the locker room wearing nothing but his compression shorts, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Well, well, well, what's going on here?" he asked, grinning. Rodrigo and Cadan exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. Danny, ever the opportunist, saw the spark in their eyes and knew he had to be part of it.

"I think I know what's going on," Danny said, winking at them. "And I'm in."

Without waiting for a response, Danny grabbed Rodrigo's arm and pulled him into a nearby stall. Cadan followed, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Inside the stall, the air was thick with tension. Danny was frantically undressing Rodrigo's shirt, grabbing his cock in his trousers as he did so, their eyes locked on each other. Cadan felt a surge of excitement as he joined them.

Steam from the shower-room continued to fill the small, dimly lit room, obscuring the outlines of their bodies. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire. Danny, ever the instigator, moved between Cadan and Rodrigo, his hands trailing over their skin.

"You two are a sight for sore eyes," he purred.

Cadan and Rodrigo exchanged a knowing glance. They knew what Danny wanted, and they were more than willing to oblige. Danny, with a mischievous grin, having ripped off Rodrigo's trousers began to suck on Rodrigo's cock, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

Rodrigo groaned, his body arching as he reached for Cadan for support.

Cadan, understanding the unspoken request, moved closer to Rodrigo, his hands, and then tongue finding their way to the Argentinian's ass, probing the hole as Danny continued to suck feverishly. Murley squeezed gently, feeling Rodrigo's muscles tense.

Danny, sensing the growing intensity, increased the pace of his ministrations. His tongue worked magic, sending shivers down Rodrigo's spine. Rodrigo's body throbbed with pleasure, his climax looming on the horizon.

"Fuck, I'm close," he gasped.

Danny smiled, his eyes filled with mischief. "Good," he purred, "because I'm about to take you over the edge."

With a final, powerful thrust of his tongue, Danny sent Rodrigo over the edge. His body convulsed, his back arching as he cried out in ecstasy. A thick stream of cum shot from his cock straight into Danny's greedy mouth, as he swallowed swiftly the Argentinian cream as it pulsated into him.

Finishing it up -- Rodrigo barely able to stand as he continued to feel Cadan's tongue working - Danny grinned, wiping some cum that had emanated across his lips. "That was fucking delicious," he said, licking his lips.

As Rodrigo's orgasm subsided, Cadan moved in, his lips now finding Rodrigo's. The kiss was slow and tender, building in intensity with each passing moment. Their tongues intertwined, exploring the depths of each other's mouths.

Meanwhile, Danny turned his attention to Cadan. He began to suck on his cock, his tongue working with equal enthusiasm. Cadan's body throbbed with pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head as Rodrigo played with and then sucked his nipples.

"Oh, God," he moaned, his voice filled with ecstasy at this feeling of these two beautiful men taking charge of him.

Danny grinned, his eyes filled with satisfaction. He knew given his skill he had the power to drive Cadan to the brink of insanity. And he intended to use it.

As Cadan neared his climax, Danny intensified his oral assault, his tongue working faster and harder. Cadan's body now began to convulse as Rodrigo's finger played with his hole, his sphincter tightening around his index figure as Cadan cried out in pleasure. A thick stream of cum shot from his cock, this time splattering across Danny's face, hair and beard -- as though Cadan hadn't ejaculated for weeks, rather than twice already that afternoon.

Danny grinned. "That was even better," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Rodrigo bent down and licked it off Danny's face before returning it into a deep kiss with Cadan, as, now, they kissed each other -- sweat and moisture dripping from each of them.

"That was incredible," Danny said, now standing up with the two of them, and moving in to kiss them both.

Cadan and Rodrigo nodded in agreement. They had never experienced anything like it before.

`You really have an appetite for cock, don't you,' said Rodrigo to Danny.

`We've only just started mate,' Danny laughed, slapping them both across their rock-hard glutes.

As they got ready to leave the locker room, each finally getting into their suits, they couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness almost. They knew that they wouldn't be seeing each other for a while as Rodrigo was due to head back to Argentina. As they reached the door, the three of them kissed each other passionately, their tongues dancing and exploring.

"I can't wait to get you home," Rodrigo whispered, his breath hot against Danny's ear.

"Me neither," Danny replied, his voice barely audible.

Cadan, hearing this, couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy. He wanted to be the one to claim Rodrigo, to possess him completely.

"What about me?" he asked, grabbing his cock through his trousers almost as a sign of frustration.

Rodrigo and Danny turned to him, their eyes filled with desire. They knew exactly what he wanted.

"You can have us both," Rodrigo said, his voice low and seductive.

Cadan's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Really?" he asked.

Rodrigo and Danny nodded, their smiles widening. Perhaps it was going to be a long evening.