RUGBY LEAGUE – PART FIVE

“Right mate,” I announced, still on my knees,
“How’s about me getting a bit then?” It was an open invitation to either of them, and fingers shaking, I was struggling to untie the drawstring of my shorts. Somehow it had got itself knotted, and I was fumbling desperately. What a fucking time to get your shorts stuck on.
“Cheeky bugger!” I heard Trev
“These young un’s mate!” Daz replied.
“Oi. Get yer fuckin’ hands off yer cock mate. I’ll see you right, but it’s our turn first.” Daz told, me light heartedly.
“Besides, I’m not ‘alf loookin forward to seeing what tha’s got in them shorts mate. I dunt want to spoil me surprise yet!”

Trev had a hearty laugh at that comment, his voice echoing in the changing rooms. He was still sitting on the bench, his face illuminated by lust, having enjoyed watching me sucking Daz. His legs were spread wide, and he had both hands on the pouch of his jockstrap, squeezing and rubbing at his cock underneath, teasing himself, but holding back. The size of his erection was still pulling the pouch clear away from his groin, jutting up, stretching it past the waistband, looking ready to rip its way through the sweat soaked cotton, patterned with a few fresh yellow piss stains. I was going to have a job on getting my gob round that.

“Better not keep thee missin’ out too long either, had we mate?” Daz told Trev, and I watched him reach between Trev’s legs and gave his mate’s cock a quick squeeze bringing an appreciative moan from the big man. Daz gave me a sly wink, then bent over the bench right in front of me, next to where Trev was sitting. Daz parted his legs, his buttocks spreading wide, giving a clear view into the rank crack. I had a tantalising glimpse of the dark pucker of his arsehole in the depths of the crevice, while his balls swung heavily between his legs.
“Go on mate, lick it. Get yer fuckin’ tongue up me arse!” ordered Daz, his voice husky with his deep arousal.
I took one look at his gorgeous arse and didn’t need telling twice: Still on my knees, I shuffled round to get stuck into the rimming that he wanted.
“I hope you’ve fuckin’ wiped properly!” I told him, leaning forward to get stuck in to licking out the hairy arse he’d just presented me with.

I grabbed onto his hairy cheeks and spread his buttocks wide, pausing to relish the sight, the deep hairy crack and the tight, pink starfish of his arsehole, winking up at me from the furrow. Relieved his arse was reasonably clean, I eagerly buried my face in his sweaty crack, pushing my nose in for a good sniff, savouring the smell of his arse, hotter, slightly more rank and stale then I’d encountered on him before, with the deeper, more intense reek of his hole. I pulled my face out, and starting from just behind his hairy balls, I licked all the way up the furry crack, continuing like a calf at a milk jug, tasting his buttocks and arsehole, sweaty and slightly metallic. Easing his cheeks wider, I went for his arsehole, flicking the tight knot of flesh with the tip of my tongue, finding a richer, slightly bitter taste as I wormed my tongue into him, teasing