RUGBY LEAGUE – PART SEVEN

As Daz continued his slow stroking, I felt Trev’s enormous body close behind me, near enough for my skin to feel the brush of his body hair. I was sandwiched in between them, the warmth of their bodies, surrounding me like a pair of sturdy oak trees. The smell of them was wonderful, the stale acrid sweat was gone, and replaced with a clean fresh odour of warm male bodies, a hint of soap with a natural fresh male musk underneath it. I could feel Trev rubbing his bar of soap across my shoulders, before he silently rubbed the suds over my back, carefully cleaning off the oily residues of sweat and mud. His hairy mitts soaped my arse, but there was nothing overtly sexual in the way he did it, just slowly cleaning, his fingers soaping the crack, and gently soaping the lube and semen out from between my buttocks, cleaning my arsehole and caressing the cheeks with slow even circling motions of his hands.

Daz was attending to my thighs, taking his time, rubbing away every streak of mud on my legs, avoiding pressure on my bruises from the game. Satisfied with my legs, he very carefully, with a fresh handful of shower gel, cupped my balls and washed them. He soaped my cock, and scrubbed through my pubes with his fingernails, gently eking out the mess, then, with a delicacy that belied his size and strength, eased my foreskin back with his fingertips and soaped underneath, letting the stream of the shower rinse away the suds, before sliding the fleshy fold back over my glans. Unable to prevent it, my cock had enjoyed the handling, and the hefty bodies of the men against me. Despite having just shot my load, I was getting hard again, my semi erection becoming slowly more pronounced.

Trev’s strong hand were still working on my back, rubbing, feeling the shapes of my muscles, and applying gentle pressure to sooth them His shovel mitts rose up stroking up the outside of arms, to reach my shoulders, where he began to massage the aching muscle, gently kneading the strained tissues, easing away knots of tension with measured gentle pressure. I leaned back against him for support, my eyes closed, focusing on the pleasurable sensations they were stirring over my whole body, so relaxed I became a malleable lump of jelly in their stroking, rubbing exploration of every inch of my physique.

It was absolute bliss. I couldn’t help letting out a contented moan of appreciation, before Trev started to knead the back of my neck, from the nape to the base of my skull, still firm yet gentle, soothing away the tensions his fingers found. Trev moved his attention back to my shoulders, as I felt Daz’s hand slip round the back of my neck, and pull my head toward him. To my initial surprise, I felt his lips briefly brush against mine, before his warm mouth pressed over me, and I instinctively opened wide with a groan of pleasure as he slid his tongue slid deeply in.

He was gentle at first, slowly probing the inside of my mouth, our tongues wriggling together, as he explored everywhere, licking under my tongue, the roof of my mouth and the insides of my cheeks. He gently probed the slight cut his fist had opened on my lip, and when he felt that I