Rugby Daddy

Stu, Eric and Joao stood on the sidelines of the rugby pitch. The grounds were booming with cheers, shouts and chatter as the crowd watched the rugby match in full swing.

The day was hot and Stu sweated under the blistering sun, cursing himself for not bringing a cap.

'Huh,' Joao sighed. 'I can't believe you made us come to this,' he complained, moving on his feet. 'My legs hurt. Why don't they have seats?'

'Stop whining, bitch,' Eric replied. 'This isn't a professional match in a stadium, it's just for fun. It's how local games usually are.'

'It doesn't feel like fun. Why did we have to come again?'

'I told my Dad I'd watch. It makes him happy when I go to his matches,' Eric explained, looking out on the pitch at his Dad who was kitted out in his team's rugby kit.

'I think it's sweet spending time with your Dad,' Stu chimed in, smiling, trying to back up his best-friend.

'You lie through your teeth, girl,' Joao shouldered Stu, and crossed his arms in a pout. 'About more things than just that ...' he trailed off slyly.

It was Stu's time to shoulder him back, shutting Joao up.

Joao knew that Stu had fucked Eric's dad, but Eric was blissfully ignorant to that information, and Stu wanted to keep it that way.

'Joao, there's gays everywhere here. Nice muscular men, burly men, all types for you to enjoy,' he said through gritted teeth. 'You should be in heaven.'

'Meh,' Joao looked at his nails. 'I'm into femme boys this month,' he explained.

Stu groaned internally. This bitch, he thought. If Joao spilled Stu's secret he would kill him. That is before Eric killed Stu himself for screwing his Dad.

'Go on!' Eric yelled as his Dad's team ran for a try. The crowd swarmed, getting caught up in the energy of the game.

Stu couldn't help but feel guilty. Eric was here supporting his Dad, enjoying the game and being involved in the team. He was there for genuine reasons. Whereas Stu was only there so he could gaze at a wonderfully handsome and sweet man: Nick, aka Eric's Dad.

He looked across the array of players running about the field and spotted Nick. He looked ruggedly handsome in his shorts, which circled his thick thighs, and his tight jersey, which clung to his burly muscular body.

When Nick tackled another player, Stu wished it was him he was tackling so he could be held in his tight embrace. That large body squeezing him tight.

He was brought back to that moment in the woods when he had gone on the hike - the smell of Nick's musk amid the wildness of the trees and wildlife. His cock in his mouth. Those powerful hands on his head, the taste of his cum on his tongue.

Stu exhaled, daydreaming as he gazed at that man now running about the field amongst other large men.

'Earth to Stu,' Joao waved a hand in front of his face.

Stu snapped out of his reverie. 'Sorry, I was a million miles away.'

'Fantasising about a boy, are we?' Joao grinned.

'No!' Stu yelled, trying to cover up as if it were pained across his face that he had been thinking about his sexual escapades with Eric's dad. 'I was just ... dissociating cause I was so bored,' he tried to cover up, lamely.

'God, you guys, will you ever stop complaining,' Eric huffed.

Stu flinched, feeling bad for pretending to be bored. But it was better than admitting what had actually been running through his head. 'What did you want anyway, Joao?' he asked, remembering his friend had wanted his attention.

'Yeah, you think that coach is a fag?' Joao said it straight out, plainly pointing out one of the team coaches who stood on the sidelines shouting commands and directions to his team.

'Joao!' Both Eric and Stu reprimanded their friend, looking around to make sure no one had heard him.

'What? It's a reclaimed word. Plus, there's gays everywhere. Who cares?'

'Yeah, but the other team is a straight team,' Eric explained. 'So there's straights here. I don't want to be on the receiving end of someone you've incorrectly called a fag.'

'Uhh, you two get offended by everything,' Joao rolled his eyes.

The crowd surged again as Eric's dad's team ran towards the try line and made it past, scoring a try. A roar of applause came from Eric and the other supporters. Stu and Joao joined in afterwards, not completely understanding, but just following the direction of Eric.

'So, how long is left?' Joao asked once the excitement had died down.

'It's almost the end of the second half,' Eric explained.

A beat passed.

Joao blinked, a neutral look on his face as he awaited further explanation.

'So, what does that mean? How many halves are there?'

'Dude, two halves. So that means the match is almost over,' Eric said flustered.

'Well, I don't know. Every sport has different rules, it's confusing,' Joao threw his hands up.

'Look, I'll tell you when it's over,' Eric told him.

But Joao had already moved on, peering at a passing player's butt. 'Nice cake,' he called, licking his lips.

'Joao,' Stu laughed, covering his mouth.

But the player seemed to take it as a compliment, looking back and winking at Joao.

'Hmm, well, maybe this isn't such a bad day out after all,' Joao crossed his arms, content.

The game soon ticked to an end, the referee blowing the whistle, concluding the match with Nick's team victorious with a close win.

The crowd clapped and dispersed, congratulating each other on a great game or giving their commiserations.

The three friends walked up to the club bar for a drink while they waited for Eric's Dad as the teams went into the changing rooms to shower and change.

After a while, Joao announced he was going to find the player he had flirted with to see if they could hook up. Eric followed him so he wouldn't get into more trouble calling people slurs.

Stu decided to go for a pee to kill some time. He wandered down to the restrooms and relieved himself. The club seemed to have quietened down. The majority of the spectators and players had already departed.

As he walked back through the maze of corridors, he got lost, finding himself outside the changing rooms for the home team.

I wonder, he thought, an idea popping into his head.

He slowly pushed open the door, peering inside. It was empty, save for one blurry man in his underwear with his back to Stu. The muscles across his broad back taut and the skin hairy.

It looked familiar. He had had his hands caress skin just like that.

It was Nick. He could almost smell his familiar musk from across the room.

Stu sneaked across the tiled floor, not wanting to break the calm silence of the room, save for the drip drip of the showers in the distance.

'Good, game,' he said, just behind him.

The large man almost leaped out of his skin as he turned around.

'Jeeez, you scared me,' Nick had a large hand on his hairy chest, clutching his heart. It was hilarious seeing a big masculine brute of a man like Nick acting so frightened by a younger slimmer guy like Stu.

'Sorry,' Stu laughed, caressing Nick's large forearm.

Once Nick relaxed, he embraced the young man, pulling Stu into a warm hug.

He was still wet from the shower, his hairy torso damp, but Stu didn't mind. He felt at home in the arms of Nick, burying his face in the large chest of the towering man.

'But where's Eric?' Nick pulled back.

'Ah, he's off with Joao trying to pursue some guy,' Stu rolled his eyes.

'I like that kid, he's not afraid to say what he thinks,' Nick chuckled.

'Yeah,' Stu replied. He envied Joao in many ways - he was brash, but at least you knew where you stood with him; he kept it a hundred. He, Stu, on the other hand was screwing his best friend's father and lying about it. The nauseous guilty feeling returned to his stomach again the more he thought about it.

'What's up?' Nick asked, placing a firm hand under Stu's chin and making him look up at him.

'Oh, nothing, just daydreaming,' Stu placed both hands on Nick's pecs, feeling the large hairy mounds under his fingers. They were heaven to the touch.

'Thinking about you and how sexy you were on the field,' Stu said.

'Oh really?' Nick's face curled into a smile. 'Well maybe I need a reward after such a great performance.'

'Maybe you'll get one now,' Stu said as he leaned up on his tiptoes.

Nick leaned his head down and their faces met, the two men kissing. The larger taller man nude except for his underwear holding the younger clothed twink as their tongues and lips kissed passionately.

Their hands grasped each other's bodies, eager to make up for lost time since they had last been together weeks earlier on the hike.

'I've missed you,' Nick nuzzled his nose against Stu's cheek.

'Me too,' Stu blushed from the gushing honest feelings coming from both of them. The big brute of a man could be so sweet, he thought.

'Why haven't you come over?' Nick asked, nibbling on Stu's ear lobe.

'Well, Eric would be there. I can't make excuses and slip off to your room,' Stu said.

'When he's not there, I mean,' Nick licked Stu's neck.

'Ok, let's stop talking about your son, it's killing my boner,' Stu was getting both frustrated and extremely turned on from the larger man's face all over his body, caressing him and pressing all his buttons. He pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his pants to the floor, joining Nick in his nude glory.

'You want to do that here?' Nick looked around at the empty changing room.

'Why, are you scared old man?' Stu said slyly, suddenly becoming the more dominant and stable one. He playfully grabbed his own dick, which was pointing north, eager for attention.

'No, I just ... don't want to get caught,' Nick looked down at him with big round eyes.

Stu chucked to himself. So fucking cute, he thought.

He placed two hands against the wall on either side of Nick's head, as if he were holding him in place. 'My big scaredy cat,' he teased and kissed him lightly on the lips, flicking his tongue and biting the luscious lips. 'Over there,' he jerked his head in the direction of the showers. 'We'll do it in the steam so no one can see if they walk in.'

After a moment's hesitation, Nick complied, ducking under Stu's arms as he strolled over into the showers. 'Someone's feeling in charge today,' Nick side-eyed him, grinning.

'You betcha,' Stu said, smacking the larger man on the butt as he passed. He grabbed some lube from his clothes, luckily always carrying a sachet for emergencies.

Into the steamy atmosphere they disappeared. It was thick - no way for anyone in the main changing area to spot them.

Stu found the large man with his hands, feeling his burly hot body collide with his fingers. He guided him towards a wall. 'Alright turn around,' he commanded.

A beat passed. 'Me?' Nick asked, incredulously.

'Yes, I'm fucking you today,' Stu said matter-of-factly.

Nick laughed, a bellowing sound coming from him.

'You won't be laughing in a few minutes. Turn,' Stu ordered again.

'Alright,' Nick said cheerfully, as if he didn't believe Stu's words.

Stu saw the large man hold up his hands in defeat and turned towards the wall, leaning on it as he presented his ass to the younger man.

'Mmmm, I watched you on the field in those shorts. Your ass looked so fuckable. I knew I needed to be inside you as soon as I could get my hands on you,' Stu said, his voice ravenous with need. He lubed up his cock and fingers, and slicked Nick's hole.

'You're really on one today,' Nick laughed. 'Let's see how you do.'

Stu couldn't see Nick's head through the dense steam, but he could hear Nick shaking his head in disbelief in his voice, not believing that he was going to bottom for the much younger, shorter and slimmer guy. 'We'll see how you take it, old man,' he whispered to himself.

Stu slipped a finger inside, getting Nick's rectrum slicked up.

The larger man seemed to be taking it well, that was until Stu inserted a second.

'Now, go easy, I haven't bottomed in quite some time. I'm pretty much exclusively a top.'

'Not now you're not,' Stu kissed Nick's back and slipped in a third finger, going all the way up to his knuckles.

Nick groaned in pain, yelping.

'Aw, it's not too much for you baby, is it? My big man is all scared,' Stu taunted.

'It's ok,' Nick took a deep breath. 'Just go slow.'

'I will, I promise,' Stu took his other arm and draped it around the large man's torso, pulling him in close so he couldn't escape the finger-fuck that was happening.

He gently pushed in and out, loosening up Nick's hole. The rectum complied, relaxing into the rhythm of Stu's hand going in and out. So much so that Nick didn't even realise when Stu had slipped in a fourth finger.

'Ok, I think you're ready to take my cock,' Stu told him. 'Crouch down, you're too tall.'

Nick did as ordered, his towering body lowered down to Stu's level until his bubble butt was at Stu's crotch position.

'Good, old man. Here we go,' Stu said.

Nick moaned as he could feel the younger man's dick enter him. 'Go slow,' he said, breathing rapidly.

'Just relax, it's all ok,' Stu reassured the brute of a man. He calmed him down as he slowly pushed further in. 'I'm just going to loosen you up, you can do it,' he told him. Internally, Stu was filled with giddy excitement. The fact that he was giving reassurance to this much older, larger man was hilarious. He had him in the palm of his hands, a man like him, who usually only topped, bottoming for Stu, it turned him on big time. But he had to be gentle for him, he didn't want to hurt him or scare him away.

'That's it, you're doing brilliantly,' he continued as he held the large man by the hips, pressing his hard cock further into Nick's hole. The lips of the hole soon stretched and relaxed as they accommodated the young man's big hard cock.

Stu was aware of the humidity in the steam, the heat coming from both of their bodies and the sweet scent of musk and shower gel. It all added to the perfect atmosphere for their fucking.

He noted that Nick seemed to have relaxed enough to take his cock, so he picked up the pace. He began fucking him more intensely, pulling back all the way and then plowing his shaft in deep, burying deep inside Nick's hole.

Nick moaned. 'Ohhh, fuck, that feels so good,' Nick finally felt the pain turn to pleasure.

'Yeah, you like that?' Stu smiled at Nick through the steam.

'Ohh it's good,' Nick gasped.

'Your hole is so tight. I can't believe I'm the person gets to fuck it. Your precious, unused hole. All mine to use,' Stu grabbed Nick's hair and pulled back, using it as leverage so he could fuck Nick harder, pummelling harder now so his thrusts were rapid.

'Oh, Stu,' Nick gasped, overwhelmed with the intensity of the fucking.

'Yeah, you take it so well,' Stu pulled Nick's face back and kissed his cheek.

The larger man turned his face and they kissed as he continued to take his cock. 'I've never been fucked like this before. I love it,' he said between moans.

It spurred Stu on. He fucked with more intensity and the noise of their love-making bounced off the tiled walls. Wet slapping of hips against ass rhythmically filled the air.

They moaned as they both reached climax at the same time.

'I'm gonna cum,' Stu said.

'Me too,' Nick groaned, and came, splattering his cum against the tiled wall.

Stu, like clock-work came too, but his cum splattered off the walls of Nick's hole. He emptied what felt like gallons of cum deep inside Nick. He pulled the larger man towards him as the cum was deposited. As he slowly pulled his cock out, some of his hot cum dripped from the loose hole and down his meaty thighs.

'So fucking hot,' Stu smiled and looked up at Nick.

The two embraced and kissed, taking stock of their enjoyable fuck session.

They enjoyed the post-orgasm high until a bang of a door and a shout suddenly cut through the atmosphere.

'Hey, anyone in here?' the voice yelled from the main changing area. It was familiar.

Stu and Nick looked at each other, stunned, holding their breath.

'Eric,' Nick mouthed, holding a straight finger to Stu's lips.

Stu's eyes were big and round as they looked at Nick, terrified and unsure of what to do.

Suddenly, Nick piped up. 'Yeah, Eric, it's Dad, I'm in the shower.'

Stu glared at Nick, who gestured towards where his clothes were laying. Eric would've spotted his Dad's gearbag so he had to say something.

'Will you be much longer?' Eric shouted.

Nick and Stu's shoulders slumped in relief - Eric didn't know Stu was in there with Nick.

'No, I just need to wash my hair,' Nick called back, thinking of an excuse.

'Ok, cool. By the way, have you seen Stu? Joao and I couldn't find him, we tried ringing him.

Stu squeezed his eyes shut. That fuck he had had his phone on silent.

'No, I haven't. Listen, I'll meet you guys at the bar. Wait for me there and we can look for him, ok?' Nick called, wanting to get his son out of his hair.

'Ok, sure. See you there,' Eric replied.

Nick and Stu kept silent as they listened to the sound of steps and the final thud of a door closing.

The two men physically relaxed as they signed, their heads falling in relief that they hadn't been caught.

Nick gave Stu one last kiss before pushing him to leave the showers. 'Go, you need to head back to them first. I'll follow.'

'Ok,' Stu replied. 'And maybe clean your hole. I'm dripping out of you,' he laughed before disappearing through the steam.

Nick couldn't help but smile at the young rogue of a man who had just fucked him.