Danny's 9 inch adventures

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As the train rumbled slowly towards Coventry and his new job, Danny looked in the mirror of the toilet cubicle and liked what he saw. A handsome face grinned back at him, slightly boyish but strong and chiselled, his blond hair fashionably slicked back. He was on his way to a new job, playing fly-half for Wasps, one of England's top teams in the rugby premiership.

He closed his eyes with pleasure then looked back down. His jeans and boxers were round his ankles and either side of him two girls on their knees were squeezed into the cubicle. Together they were licking, kissing, and sucking Danny's impressively large cock. They worked with eagerness and greed, enjoying the feel of the thick meat as hard as rock and throbbing with heat and urgency between their wet painted lips. He watched with pride as the two girls enjoyed the chunky nine inch feast he had on offer.
"Who's the man!" he breathed to himself with arrogant, animal joy.

Now at the age of 21, he'd had more than enough experience to know how amazing his manhood looked to girls and how much pleasure he could bring when using it with all his skill and power. He liked to think that sex with Dan the Man was unforgettable, that he spoiled girls for other, lesser men: fucked harder, lasted longer, and knew more positions than the kama sutra. He was in the mood to fuck right now but the station wasn't far off and the cubicle was cramped so instead he just watched as the two attractive blondes swapped his cock from mouth to mouth, a trail of saliva joining them as they tried to get as much as they could down their throats.

Each time one took her turn, the other watched jealously before looking up at Danny with lustful eyes, taking in the sculpted muscular body across which a tight white t-shirt was stretched, revealing eight hard abs, strongly stacked pectorals with nipples like the studs of his rugby boots, broad shoulders, and large pumped up biceps. She would hold his gaze for an enticing few seconds, before stroking her tongue under his balls to try and show that she could please him the most.

Hearing the driver announce the train's arrival in Coventry, Danny knew he had to go.
"Sorry ladies, got to finish up."
Gathering their hair in one hand and gripping his cock with the other, he squeezed hard and pumped firmly on what he saw as his gift to womankind before grunting loudly and releasing a thick stream of hot white cum over girls' faces. They giggled in shock and excitement.

Through stinging, semen-smeared eyes, they watched as Danny pulled up his boxers, pushing that still-hard and throbbing length inside, then struggled his jeans across his powerful thighs and his bulging underwear, before buttoning them up, leaving an unbelievably large trunk-like outline pressing through the denim. He grinned down at them, still kneeling on the floor, and ran his hands along the length of the bulge, pressing it down but only accentuating its appearance.
"Later, girls."

For a moment they saw him like a god, the flickering strip lighting dancing across his massive body. As he turned and opened the cubicle door, his back muscles rippled through his t-shirt and he filled the doorway with his sheer masculinity. Their eyes lingered on the back of his jeans as the material clinged tightly to the large curve of his firm, rugby player's butt. All too soon, the darkness of the carriage enveloped him and he disappeared from sight. Their wet cunts ached emptily with a sense of a lost opportunity as his cum slipped and trickled down their cheeks and over their pouting lips, to be licked away saltily with a mixture of pleasure and regret.

In the corridor of the train, Danny grabbed his three large bags from the luggage rack before stepping out onto Coventry station with his future ahead of him.
 

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Danny stared open-mouthed with happiness as he gazed at the towering structure of glass and steel that glittered in the afternoon sunlight. His new apartment, courtesy of the rugby club, was far more luxurious and impressive than the university accommodation he'd been living in as a student for the last three years. He knew he was sharing the apartment with two other lads, Wasps players, newbies like himself and wondered what they'd be like.

He thrust his hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out the shining silver key. It seemed to represent his success and how much the club valued him as a player.
"Good afternoon, Sir."
The concierge smiled politely and tipped his cap slightly as Danny walked into the foyer of the apartment building. For a second, he felt awed by the size and obvious expense, but rolled his shoulders with confidence and made his way towards the lift. This was his apartment now; he wasn't just a visitor.

The lift doors slid open noiselessly and Danny dropped his bags inside. He was about the press for the twentieth floor when a girl stepped quickly into the lift. Danny sized her up with one look: brunette, pretty, long-legged, c-cup, clearly well-off, and infinitely fuckable. He gave her his best half-smile, the one he used for attractive strangers that allowed him to seem aloof yet interested. It worked. Obviously.

With his bags stacked in the lift, she was forced to stand closely to him. She felt instantly aroused by this man next to her. His body was huge, dwarfing her completely in a way that was sexy rather than intimidating. She could smell his aftershave, dark, musky, and sensual. It was impossible to ignore the muscles pushing through his t-shirt. She involuntarily licked her lips as an image of him in the shower jumped across her retinas: the powerful hand covered in a rich soapy lather, working its way over the hard shoulder muscles, the pecs, the abs, and down...
"Hi."
The single word, low, sexy, and friendly, slapped her out of her reverie. She stepped back with shock, remembering where she was, and began to trip over one of his bags. But before she could make an idiot of herself and fall flat on the floor, one powerful tanned arm shot out and curved round her waist, supporting her and allowing her to keep her footing.
"Hi," she replied breathlessly, "and thanks."
He smiled more broadly this time, pulled her towards him and said simply,
"I'm Dan."
She could feel his strength through the warm reliable arm around her waist but also pulsing, emanating out of him. The way she was now standing, one of his massive thighs was between her own lithe legs. She'd placed a hand on his chest to help steady herself. It felt rock hard, muscly, hot, and so so alive. She wanted to lower her body, straddle his leg, and grind her pussy against him. Her body was responding to his in a desperate, animal way.

The lift gave a gentle pinging noise and the twentieth floor appeared through the sliding doors. She barely noticed the way she giggled embarrassedly but still clung to him, or how he hoisted his bags over one large shoulder, kept his other free arm around her and led her down the corridor, or how the floor and walls seemed to curve drunkenly in her excitement, or the apartment door opening, the bags being flung down, her being picked up in both arms, the three bedroom doors being pushed open, the biggest room chosen, her clothes being pulled off before she was laid on the bed, or even how she watched as he stripped off his clothes with such confidence.

But when he climbed on top of her, totally dominating her, pressed her legs wide apart with his powerful thighs, kissed her with more passion that she'd ever experienced, and eased his large thick cock inside her she was wide awake. She moaned, loud and uninhibited with ecstatic pleasure as she felt him inside her.
"You like that, baby?"
He didn't wait for a reply but commenced fucking her, hard, fast, and passionate. Her screams of joy bounced off the walls as his muscles flexed and his hips thrust back and forth. Before she knew what was happening, he'd changed position, kneeling up, grabbing her by the ankles and raising them around his shoulders as he plunged back inside her, so wonderfully deep. She watched the rhythm of his body pumping in and out of her, amazed by the long thick manhood that drilled away between her legs like an ionic column.

Danny buried his face in her large sweet tits, biting the nipples very gently. He rolled her over and got her on all fours, kissing her neck and squeezing her flesh as he stroked his hands down her back before giving her pert little arse a sharp but restrained smack. She giggled naughtily. He loved a woman in this position. He slapped his cock on her back between her buttocks, showing himself just how far he would reach inside her. Teasing her wet cunt with the head of his cock, he thrust himself inside, holding her waist as he fucked her. As he got faster and faster so did her breathing. Other men would have been finished long ago but he knew he had plenty of stamina, on and off the rugby pitch.

His thumb was circling the tight little hole of her arse as he pounded away. It relaxed with eager anticipation and he slipped his thumb inside, then replaced it with two wet fingers, gradually massaging away the resistance. He pulled his cock from her pussy and felt it throbbing angry and hungry in the palm of his hands. Placing the head against her widened hole, he whispered lowly in her ear,
"You think you can take it?"
"Mm gimme," stumbled desperately from her panting mouth.
"That's right babe," he fed himself inside her, stretching her widely, "nine inches, deep inside you – you fucking love it."

For several minutes she couldn’t speak from the shocked pleasure of the sensation of this man inside her. She felt she was being torn in two, utterly violated and possessed... but it felt amazing. His chest was on her back, his heart beating through her like a drum. His strong hand grasped her arms and moved down until they covered her hands and wrists. He was fucking her like an animal and she loved it. Her right wrist lightened as he removed his grip and squeezed her tits, then plunged four fingers deep inside her cunt and strummed the red wet opening as he fucked her arse. Suddenly she let out an earth-shattering scream as an orgasm ripped through her like cocaine and champagne, and she squirted for the first time in her life.

Danny was still laughing and fucking as her body buckled beneath him. He pulled out, rolled her onto her back, gripped her wrists above her head and fucked her with even more energy than before. A second orgasm tore from her throat like a bird being shot.
"Nearly there," he gasped.
"Oh fuck!!!" and another release of pleasure squirted awkwardly from her cock-filled cunt.
"Come on!" he shouted, his body working harder and harder, like an extreme gym workout, pushing himself to feel the burn rush through his whole body.
"That's it... take that... go on, take it... you sexy... fucking... bitch."
She screamed again with a fourth orgasm as Danny pulled out his cock, held it like a cannon, and erupted all over her bouncing tits.
"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed, "who's the man!"

He fell back on his haunches, he cock still standing to attention, hard and throbbing. The girl was beginning to get her breath back and managed to pant out,
"Fucking amazing!"
He grinned back at her and breathed deeply, recovering from his exertion, as his cock finally softened and fell heavily between his legs.

After they'd showered and dressed, Danny led her to the door. He kissed her goodbye but didn't offer to see her again. He wanted her gone so he could properly explore his new apartment. Having christened the bedroom in the only way he knew how, he wanted to see what else a place in the rugby premiership had bought him. As he opened the door, two men were standing on the threshold, carrying bags, and one holding out a key, ready to unlock the door. The girl slipped away, knowing she was no longer important, as the men introduced themselves.
"Dan."
The dark haired man facing him grinned, gave a look back at the departing girl, grinned appreciatively again, and held out his hand.
"Connor."
Dan clasped his hand and they shook, feeling each other's strength but also a friendly welcome. They knew they would be team players on the pitch and rivals off of it, but they liked each other and their friendship would be full of banter and reliability.
"Max.
The other man asserted himself, already subconsciously jealous of the immediate bond between Dan and Connor.
"Nice to meet you," replied Dan, "sorry I'm acting like this apartment's mine not ours."

He stepped aside to let the guys in. Connor was impressed by this humble act whilst Max was irritated. Dan watched them enter the home they were all to share, both powerful looking rugby players but – unlike Connor, who looked like he could model for Hollister – Max was no looker. There was a streak of nastiness that kept shooting across his eyes which stood out darkly from his shaven-headed face. Max immediately disappeared into one of the rooms to drop his luggage. Instead, Connor glanced into Dan's room at the tumbled of wet sheets and then back at him with a smile,
"Looks like you've been having fun already. When did you move in? Yesterday?"
Dan looked at the clock on the wall,
"About two hours ago."
He grinned cockily but Connor liked it. This man clearly saw life the way he did: it was there to be enjoyed; to be played, drunk, and fucked.
"Fast worker."
Dan laughed, happy that he'd impressed his new colleague and flatmate.
"I never like to give up a good opportunity," he replied laughingly.
Connor grinned, "Neither do I. Looks like we might have some friendly competition on our hands..."
 

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The three lads, Dan, Connor, and Max, spent the afternoon getting to know each other over a few beers whilst watching the England match on the television. Dan felt easy around Connor but less comfortable with Max; he just didn't seem as good humoured and friendly. He'd already boasted that his father was on the board of the rugby club. It had meant to impress and intimidate the two other men but instead it made them doubt his actual skills as a player. Had he gained a place on the team out of merit or from who he knew? The division widened when Dan suggested they see what sort of nightlife Coventry had to offer. Connor instantly agreed but Max said he was going out to meet some mates he already had in the city.

Three hours later, Dan and Connor were established mates. They'd been in five different bars, got the mobile numbers of several girls, and each drunk twelve beers, taking it in turns to by the round. They'd told stories of uni life and boasted about their best matches, how much they could do in the gym, and their most impressive sex sessions. Connor had told a story about pulling five girls in Ibiza whilst Dan had talked of a time he'd shagged a girl from 6pm to 6am. Both slightly drunk, neither was sure how much the other was embroidering the truth. But one thing was clear in that they had a similar outlook on life.

As the night progressed, both was wondering just how good the other was in their two main fields of interest: rugby and fucking. Without acknowledging it aloud, the two men started scanning the bar for a possible girl to share.
"How about her?" Connor suddenly asked.
A tall red-head was standing at the bar, her mate having gone to the girls' room. She wore a barely-there dress out of which her huge tits were practically bursting. Dan grinned,
"You're on!"

They slid from off their bar stools and began to walk across the room.
"Wait," chipped in Dan, "look!"
On the other side of the room, two girls were sitting with an empty cocktail jug, giggling and barely keeping from falling on the floor. Connor smiled in agreement. Like themselves, one was blonde and one was dark-haired. The lads walked to the bar, bought another cocktail jug and slipped into the seats beside the girls. Normally the girls wouldn’t have like this intrusion but the two guys were fit and they had brought alcohol with them.

Twenty minutes later, they were all in a taxi heading back to the apartment.

The girls had been impressed when they'd seen the building and the lads were pleased to know that the building was going to be such a pussy-magnet. Now they had the two girls – Alicia and Jenna – sitting on the edge of Connor's bed while they poured them another drink each. As they handed over two glasses of vodka and coke, Dan and Connor grinned at each other. They'd soon know which of them was the boss and each was confident that it was him. They leant down to one of the girls each and kissed them. Alicia ran her fingers through Dan's blond slicked back hair and she felt their tongues join with a feeling like sparks of electricity. Jenna traced her fingertips over Connor's dark stubble and imagined with excitement his face between her tits, the coarse bristles on his jaw scratching her soft porcelain skin. The lads stepped back and reached for their own drinks.
"Come on then boys... strip off!" The girls giggled and watched with eagerness the two burly hunks they'd managed to pull.

The lads laughed and did as they were told, happy to let the girls think they were in charge for a bit. Shirts were tossed aside, trainers and socks kicked off, then jeans unbuttoned and cast aside. They stood facing the girls, Dan in a pair of tight red boxers covered in little gold love hearts, and Connor in a more traditional pair of tight white Calvin Kleins. He looked at Dan and smirked, not just at his choice of underwear but at the bulge on show: admittedly it looked quite big but it was still soft. He didn't need to look down at himself to know that he was already rock hard. The girls were loving the sight. He was proud of his big cock and looked forward to showing Dan up a little bit in the size stakes. Not waiting for a word from the girls, he pulled his boxers down and unleashed the beast.
"Get a load of that, ladies."

He grinned happily as the girls gasped with surprise and pleasure.
"Oh my god that's massive!"
"Damn right, ladies."
"Have you ever measured it?"
"You can be the first if you like," he lied.
He turned to the desk in his room and pulled a tape measure from the drawer. He always kept one in the bedroom because it turned him on so much having a girl measure his cock. He looked at Dan still in his boxer and still soft, and laughed,
"Are you having trouble mate?"
Danny didn't take the bait, but cheekily replied,
"Not at all. I just tend to get hard when the girls in the room have got naked."
Connor laughed at the jibe and strode across to the two girls, his dick jutting out like a rifle. The girls took his thick throbbing manhood in their hands and started to measure...
 

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Connor looked over his shoulder at Dan and winked as the girls read off,
"Eight inches!!"
"Don't forget girth ladies!"
By the time they announced six inches, Connor was feeling pretty smug. He stood with his hands on hips, proudly looking down at himself as the two girls stroked his thick long cock and giggled wildly. He'd been in this situation before and it always made him feel such a man, bigger and better than everyone else.

Inside, Dan was a very happy man. He moved towards the girls, his cock still sleeping in his boxers. Connor grinned at him, triumphant but not cruelly, and said,
"Come on mate, get it over with."
Dan hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and tugged them down a little. The girls watched with anticipation but what Dan did as teasing, Connor mistook for nervousness. He started laughing but abruptly stopped as Dan finally pulled them down. The girls reached out and Dan hardened instantly at their touch, lengthening and thickening with impressive speed. He put his arm round Connor's shoulder, aware that he was just staring at what had been unveiled,
"Sorry mate."
As the tape measure was put to work and it was revealed that Dan was an inch bigger than Connor both ways, the smaller man looked gutted. He reflected that if his was a rifle, Dan's was more of a cannon. It was the first time he'd been the lesser guy in the room and Dan could tell and was loving it. He decided not to rub it in though, instead he took the brunette in front of him, pulled her round to one side of the bed and began stripping her naked. Recovering from his disappointment, Connor did the same and soon each was being sucked off by a naked hottie.

The two lads were standing opposite each other with just the bed and a girl each between them. They realised this was the first time they'd seen the other naked and, while they enjoyed the feeling of the girls' mouths around their manhoods, they took the opportunity to scrutinise their friendly rival.

Dan's abdominal muscles were far more defined, rippling through his tanned skin like bricks. Connor made a mental note do more crunches the next day. Whereas Dan was blond, Connor had dark hair and this covered his huge chest luxuriantly like velvet, spreading from his pecs into a thinner line down his stomach and leading to his cock like a jungle trail. He kept it trimmed in shape whilst Dan obviously shaved his chest completely. Despite the glossy hairy covering, Connor was visibly the more muscular of the two and he took the opportunity to get back a bit of the ground he'd lost. Closing his eyes in enjoyment at the expert blowjob he was receiving, he placed his hands behind his head and, knowing that Dan would be watching, flexed his muscles. Even though Dan had a massive muscular frame, when Connor's huge biceps rippled through his arms and his pectorals raised up like mountains from his chest, he couldn't help but be impressed. Connor opened his eyes and grinned as Dan quickly looked away, knowing he'd revealed his jealousy. To make up for it, while Alicia worked on his dick, he moved position slightly and put one foot up on the bed, showing off his tree-trunk thighs. Connor hadn't exactly skipped leg-day at the gym but Dan knew his own thighs were the most impressive and, as if to confirm this, Alicia put out her hand and gripped it excitedly.

Done with exhibiting themselves, the two lads grinned at each other, moved their girls slightly to their right, laid them back on the bed and started to showcase their fucking. They both had the girls' legs around their waist as they stood and pumped away. Connor couldn't help but watch as Dan's hefty nine incher banged away, making Alicia scream with joy.
"That's right baby – who's the man!"
He was slamming away like a juggernaut. But Connor also noticed that with Dan's heavier lower half came a certain slowness, whilst he himself powered away like a pneumatic drill.

Soon they'd climbed on board their girls and were fucking them hard and fast. The girls' heads were side by side on the bed but pointing in the opposite direction. Both were panting, gasping, and yelling with amazed bliss. Dan lowered his head to Alicia's neck, kissed her and whispered in her ear,
"Go on, give her a kiss."
She shifted her head and Jenna did the same so they were looking at each other. Connor could already feel his cock pumping more than ever: he loved watching girls getting it on. They leant in, their lips millimetres apart, then they stopped, faced the boys, and giggling simultaneously said,
"You first."
The two lads laughed. This wasn't what they had in mind. They weren't gay and they'd only known each other a few hours. But then they had quickly become mates and they were both naked on the same bad. And seeing girls get off with each other was amazingly hot.

They leant forward, the girls' eyes watching them with a thrill of arousal. Their lips met and Dan felt Connor's dark stubble tickling his own upper lip. Their mouths slowly opened, drunken and slightly embarrassed but thinking what-the-hell, their tongues probed each other, battling even now to show that one had the strongest body part than the other. As they kissed warmly and deeply, they continued fucking hard, ramming their cocks into the tight cunts beneath them.

They broke away from each other, laughing boisterously, a trail of saliva dropping from between them onto the bed.
"That was gross," shouted Connor.
"It shouldn't have been," quipped Dan, "I'm a much better kisser than you."
The four of them laughed and the lads goaded the girls to follow up on their promise, high fiving as their two sluts locked lips and made out. After that, Dan and Connor felt hornier than ever. They shifted the girls onto all fours, this time making sure the girls were side by side and facing the same direction. Looking at each other with a grin, they began thrusting away as hard and fast as they could, each trying to out-do the other in force and speed. Sweat was pouring off their golden skin as they drove into the scarlet caverns that they had at their mercy. The hair on Connor's chest was sleek and black with sweat and, leaning forward so he could ram even harder, Jenna thrilled at the soft texture rubbing against her back.
"Oh yeah, girl, you love a bit of Connor, don't you!"
Dan listened, amused at how his new wingman referred to himself in the third person.
"That's right girl, Connor's gonna show you fucking paradise!"
The girl squealed with joy.

Soon the lads were falling back on the bed, pulling the girls with them into a reverse cowgirl, their hands running all over their girls' bodies as they filled their pussies to capacity. Hornily, the guys looked at each other and laughed. They were both thinking the same thing. They reached across to the other girl and stroked the stretched wet lips of her cunt. They could feel each other's large cock throbbing wildly as they placed a finger either side and teased the pink folds. Suddenly they threw the girls off, repositioned, and grabbed the other girl before continuing their onslaught of length and thickness.

They'd lost count of the number of times the girls had been brought to organsm and whilst they'd both been intrigued to see who had the most stamina, Connor and Dan both knew that the girls weren't going to be able to keep up the pace for as long as they themselves could. Impressed by each other's prowess, though still gutted about an inch on Connor's side and jealous about greater upper body strength on Dan's side, the two lads knew it was time for a dramatic finish. Picking the exhausted girls up, they stood opposite each other and banged the girls mid-air, jolting them up and down on their dicks as energetically as they could.
"I'm nearly done," shouted Connor unembarrassed.
"Me too!" cried Dan.

They continued for another five minutes then threw the girls down on the bed, the tops of their heads against each other. The lads climbed across them, their thighs planted either side of the girls' slim glowing bodies. Dan and Connor faced each other, laughing, their lengthy cocks almost touching as they crouched over the girls' faces. They grabbed their dicks and began to swiftly pump on their shafts. Connor looked at Dan's rigid 9x7 schlong, impressed. Dan looked at the beast in Connor's hand and noticed how enormous the head was, mushrooming out, purple and fierce, bigger than his own.
"Oh fuck! Who's the man!"
With a grunt, followed by a breathless laugh, Dan shot his load over Jenna's face, watching as it hit her nose and splashed across her cheeks and forehead. Connor couldn't help laughing at what he had come to recognise as Dan's sex catchphrase. At the same time, he felt his balls begin to throb. Still gripping his dick with one hand, he leant forward on his free arm.
"Connor's coming, darling! Time for your facial! Whoa!"
With an elated cheer, he pumped thick cum all over Alicia's face. Dan was surprised by the size of the payload, and even more so when Connor leant back again, still gripping his dick, and gave another pump that squirted a second load in the air that landed with a splatter on Jenna's surprised face. Even as a second load, it covered more of her face than Dan's had.

The two lads burst out with mannish, roaring laughter, high-fived and flopped side by side on the bed.
"Fucking amazing," gasped Connor.
"Damn right, mate," added Dan, "great night. What a way to start the rugby season!"
 

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Next morning, Dan and Connor were still grinning away and pleased with the previous night's action. They were sat in the kitchen having a late breakfast when Max came out of his room to join them.
"What are you two so pleased with yourselves about."
Annoyed by Max's moodiness they filled him in anyway, leaving out very little other than who had the biggest dick and the fact they'd kissed. Max was quite impressed by the tale but didn't want to show it. Instead he told of the girl he'd pulled last night, adding,
"I can cope by myself – my unit's big enough to please a girl without needing another guy's help!"
He laughed at his little dig but was annoyed when Connor said "Yeah?" and raised a doubtful eyebrow. Max simply gripped the bulge in his jeans and replied,
"Oh plenty big enough, boys."
He walked back to his room while Connor and Dan looked at each other curiously. Neither had warmed to Max so they hoped it wasn’t true. But he had a big muscly frame like they did and, although he wasn’t particularly good looking, it was perfectly possible that he had an elephant trunk cock that could put them both in their place.
However, they had other things to think about for now. In two hours time they had their first meeting with the boss of the rugby club, then they had individual appointments with the physio, and after that they were due to meet the whole team for evening drinks. It was called drinks but they knew it only meant one thing: initiation. Both lads were nervous and both refused to show it.

Just over an hour later, a sleek car pulled up outside the apartment block and Dan, Connor, and Max, all dressed in their best suits, got in. The car sped noiselessly through the streets of Coventry, delivering them to the imposing Ricoh Arena where they hoped they would make their names as top players.
In a plush office, at the top of the building overlooking the pitch, the boss awaited them. He was sat in a huge leather chair behind an expensive mahogany desk, photos of his own rugby career hung on the walls side by side with the recent triumphs that he had led the club to. All around the walls were pictures of players that the lads knew and aspired to; players they couldn’t wait to meet and work with.
The boss looked like a large walrus. He had a massive physique but the old rugby playing muscle had long since turned to fat and the expensive food paid for by his illustrious career had gathered in heavy jowls, a double chin, and layers of blubber that pushed through his suit. The lads should have found the sight amusingly disgusting but instead they were full of respect and fear.
The boss spoke to them politely but forcefully. There was no doubt that his word was law. After an hour of being lectured, throughout which the lads paid complete attention, the three were dismissed with a final warning,
"No scandal! There'll be girls throwing themselves at you. Do what you like but no scandal! Or you're out!"
With that, the door closed behind them and the lads made their way to physio, all the time thinking about the evening ahead.

The lads arrived in the team bar at 7pm. Like the rest of the team, they wore their team suit: tan trousers, black blazer, with yellow and black tie. They were Wasps and proud.
They had drunk loads and things were going well until, with a nod from Joe, the captain, the room went totally silent.
Dan waited, along with Connor and Max, wondering what was going on.
Suddenly, Joe spoke:
"Come on then lads, get on the stage."
The three lads reluctantly stepped onto the slightly raised stage at the end of the room and were ordered to strip. Looking at each other and realising they had no choice, they laughingly stripped down to their underwear. Max stood with his hands on his hips trying to assert his masculinity in just a pair of black Armani briefs. To his right, Connor folded his arms calmly, bulging confidently out of his white Calvin Klein boxers. And to the left, Dan made the team laugh by unveiling a pair of yellow boxers emblazoned with red hot chillis.
"Did you get those from Mothercare?" someone shouted.
Max laughed and looked smugly at Dan. All he could think of was the monster in Max's pants that would make him and Connor look like needle-dicked wankers.
"Keep going then!" shouted Joe.
Eager to look unconcerned, Connor quickly pulled down his boxers and stood straight-backed, grinning and acknowledging his impressive manhood and was pleased to hear a few 'whoa!'s from the crowd of men. Dan quickly followed suit; he looked across and his floppy was the same size as Connor's. Although a little disappointed not to have the visual edge he cheered up when the guy who made the Mothercare joke followed up with,
"Fuck, he looks like he stole a baby's arm as well!"
They both turned to look at Max who still had his underwear on and was looking a lot less happy. Dan wondered if it was a trick before he unveiled a massive beast but then Max shyly let his briefs fall to his ankles and a gale of laughter hit them from the crowd. If he and Connor had bratwursts then Max had a cocktail sausage. It stuck out thin and feeble above a pair of pretty small balls. He was completely shaved perhaps to make his unit look bigger but it was having no such effect.
"Your parents shouldn’t have called you Max – they shoulda called you Mini!" shouted one member of the team.
"It's like a cock – only smaller!" shouted another.
Connor and Dan tried not to laugh, feeling a bit sorry for him but also quite happy after his attitude earlier that day.

As the laughter died down, each of the three newbies was thrown a box. They caught it, opened it, and were rather surprised to find a bottle of baby oil inside.
"Oil yourself up then boys – all over!" came the order from Joe.
They did as they were told, squirting the thick translucent liquid onto their muscular chests and smearing it across their bodies. As he slid his greasy hand across his bicep and down his right arm, Dan reflected that it was a bit weird and embarrassing but at least they were doing it to themselves and not to each other. Soon the three lads were standing with their torsos shining slickly, their legs glistening like dew, and their arms iridescent with the oily mess. Connor's dark chest hair looked matted like a workout sweat and his hairy legs looked even darker, giving him a Mediterranean appearance that would moisten a girls cunt with one glance. But it wasn't working for his teammates who shouted,
"That one looks like a fucking panther."
"Or a dodgy Spaniard!"
"Hey, Senorita Connor, how about buying yourself a razor."
It was all part of the initiation process but Dan could tell Connor was a little pissed off at being singled out. He wanted to remind him that at least he wasn't standing in front of all his new colleague with a microscopic dick like Max but knew silence was the best policy.
"Er, you've missed a bit gents," interrupted Joe, pointing to their cocks, "Get going – but anyone who gets a hardon gets a punishment!"
Obeying, the three lads poured the last of the baby oil onto their cocks and greased them up, wondering what would be coming next...
 

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At a noise behind them, they turned round to see three of the team dragging out a huge paddling pool filled with flour.
"Okay newbies," announced Joe, moving onto the stage to join them, "We're gonna have a wrestling contest. There are no winners because this is initiation but there are forfeits for the losers. And to stop yourself from being a loser you have to shove your middle finger up your competitor's butt."
He turned to Dan who quickly closed his mouth to hide his gaping apprehension.
"You're up first Danny Dong."
He was pleased with the nickname but less happy to step into a huge mass of flour when completely covered in baby oil. He could feel it instantly clinging thickly to his feet. He looked back to Max and Connor. Joe tossed a coin and Max called heads. It was tails and he was sent to join Dan.
Dan watched him approach. He played in the prop position on the field so he had a lot more body strength, both in his legs and his upper body. As he stepped into the flower he winked smugly at Dan and flexed his two middle fingers confidently.
The last thing Dan wanted was Max's finger up his arse. He didn't really want his own finger up Max's but losing was a worse prospect than 'winning'.
"Go!"
At Joe's shout, Max lunged towards Dan, stronger, musclier, more confident, and not used to being covered in baby oil. He fell flat on his face. The room erupted in laughter and Dan seized his chance, dived onto his greasy back, righted himself to stop sliding off, and jammed his finger up Max's rectum. There was a cheer as Dan stepped out of the flour back onto the stage. Max jumped up with a face like thunder, fuming like a bull that's been smacked in the balls and looking as if he was going to beat hell out of Dan. With the rest of the team watching, he quickly checked himself and calmed down. No one said anything but Dan knew the team had seen a bad loser with a bad temper.

"Loser stays in. El Panther, it's your turn to join him."
Connor strode towards the flour, rolling his shoulders and psyching himself up. Although not as broad as Max he was still incredibly well built with bulging yet compact muscles. Max was slower, more careful this time, counting on his strength to win him this round. He grabbed Connor's shoulders and watched in horror as his powerful grip slid straight down Connor's slick arms. Taking the initiative, Connor smacked the back of Max's leg with his right foot, then dug his fingers into his waist and literally threw Max to the floor and dived on top. A cloud of flour was thrown up like the debris of an explosion and when it settled Max was pinioned to the floor, his face firmly in the floor. Max had one arm in the arm, flexing his bicep; with his other arm, he had his finger jammed up Max's arse and was laughing hysterically as he jiggled it about like he was strumming a girls pussy.
More applause. Connor stood up, followed by Max who was now covered head to toe in congealed flour. Unmistakeably though, underneath the powdery humiliation, Max was sporting a tiny erection. It poked out from his body about five inches like a clothes peg or a dusty rusty nail. More laughter.

"Now Maxxy, you have been a bad boy getting turned on by the wrestling," Joe could barely stop laughing but was trying to sound serious and authoritarian, "After all that's the sort of thing the gays enjoy! Now we know that having your shortcomings on show to the whole team is a pretty terrible forfeit in itself but rules are rules. So, you've got ten second to down this beer... and believe me you're gonna wanna down it."
He handed Max a bottle of Bud and the rest of the team started counting loudly down from ten. Max quickly started drinking the beer and got about two-thirds down before the lads reached zero and Joe took it from him.
"Okay Maxxy – get on all fours."
And to waves of laughter and a look of horror on Max's face, the bottle was slid into his arse while Joe slapped his buttocks. When the neck of the bottle was all the way in and the body was pressed coldly against his hole, Joe shouted out,
"All the way lads?"
Max looked like he was going to cry but his mortification turned to relief when, laughing, Joe slowly slid it out and tossed it in the nearest bin.
"Right, let's get back on with the wrestling..."
 

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Slightly shocked by what they'd just witness, neither Connor nor Dan wanted to lose the final fight. As the team started banging glasses and bottles down on tables to build up the atmosphere, the two men gripped each other as tightly as their oily limbs would allow. Dan found the first advantage as they scrummed together and Connor fell back. He placed his right arm and all his weight on the top of Connor chest and, kneeling in the thick flour, made a lunge for Dan's crotch. But Dan slid his body sideways and Connor realised he needed all his weight to hold him down. Keeping his arm on his upper chest, he placed his left hand between Connor's pecs, holding him fast to the ground. Slowly, keeping the pressure on, he moved his hand down his body, his fingers pushing through the jungle of wet floury hair until his hand was on Connor's abdomen. Knowing he couldn’t release his grip he reluctantly pushed his hands through Connor's bush of pubic hair and onto his cock. Somehow he had to get his hand between Connor's legs without releasing him. He felt the thick powerful cock, all oily under his hands, and the two balls like oranges. And in that moment of discomfort, he loosened his grip slightly and felt Connor push him onto his front and jump on top. It was the same move he'd made on Max and Dan was now in trouble. Face down, his mouth was full of flour. He could feel Connor sitting on his back and could hear the lads cheering. Connor was playing up to the crowd and was slowly pushing his strong hands down Dan's spine toward his arsehole. Dan did the only thing he could think of and clenched just as Connor finger went to plunge inside. Surprised at the gluteal wall that stopped him, Connor lost his balance, slipped sideways as Dan rolled over to try and recapture the ground, and found himself with Dan's pendulous cock slapping against his face. Shocked by the weight of the bell end smacking against his cheek, Connor faltered and suddenly Dan had him in a headlock. He butted and barrelled as much as he could and they rolled through the flour, covering themselves entirely but with Dan never releasing his grip. Their hot-blooded, sweating bodies were pressed closely limb to limb and they could feel each other's muscles pulsing and straining against each other. Over the noise of the raucous, zoo-like laughter, Dan called down as conciliatory as he could: "Mate, I'm genuinely sorry about this." And second later, Connor felt his butthole being prised apart and a thick oily finger delving inside. The only consolation was a definite lack of hardon between his legs.
Dan jumped to his feet and couldn’t resist a triumphant flex of his muscles. He was given back his boxers and allowed to return to the bar for a drink. Connor was thrown a towel and told to go and clean himself up before his next forfeit.
Anxiously wondering what would happen next, he did as he was told, found the club showers and quickly washed off the flour and oil. It was at this point that his luck changed.

Stepping naked from the showers, he saw an attractive blonde in the corridor stocking up the beer and the crisps. Their eyes met and as he grinned at her, her eyes dropping to his chunky dick. Seconds later, she was bent over, her knickers round her thighs, and he was drilling into her with all his might, feeling the need to prove his masculinity to himself after his wrestling failure.
"You like a bit of Connor, baby?" he panted confidently. "Go on! Take those eight inches, girl, feel the thickness!"
Wound up as he was, he was done in under five minutes, but as he ejaculated with a loud grunt and fell back against the wall, cum still dripping from the huge head of his cock, he felt his confidence rushing back into him. He kissed the girl, patted her sweet arse, and slung the towel over his shoulder, ready for whatever the team had awaiting him and not going to bother hiding his nakedness.

As soon as he walked back into the room, proudly showing off his semi, he knew he'd been set up. He turned and saw a huge television screen now replaying and replaying his five minutes of fame on a loop.
"Here he is," shouted Joe, "it's Five-Minute Man!"
He was handed a tiny red sparkly thong which he just about squeezed into while two lads wrote Five Minute Man on his back like the Superman logo.
"You better have a lot more stamina on the field, mate!" added Joe, loudly.

Dan handed him a pint, barely able to conceal his amusement, just as Joe shouted,
"Right, off we go then lads!"
Confused, Dan, Connor, and Max, looked at each other uncertainly. Dan managed to ask, without sounding too scared,
"Where?"
"Into the city. Hit a few bars!"
"Like this?" Dan gestured to his oily, flour-covered body.
"What about me?" butted in Max, who was still standing floured and naked.
"Don't worry mate," shouted out one of the players, "Your cock's so tiny you can't see it under all that flour."

In every pub they visited, the three lads were welcomed with applause and mockery from all the customers. As the night wore on Dan and Connor bonded some more whilst Max mostly kept to himself. They were gradually becoming more familiar with their new team mates who seemed impressed by how they'd taken their initiation. Four lads in particular were a good laugh: Christian, Tom, Alex, and another Danny. All were established players and were happy to talk about life at the club, as well as throwing in a few boastful stories of their antics off the pitch. The second Danny also played for England and Dan and Connor enjoyed listening to his stories of playing for the nation, something they aspired to, as well as his list of celebrities he'd fucked, another thing they aspired too.

Tonight, Dan and Connor were getting no attention from the female population at all.
"We could flop our schlongs out at the bar and there'd still be no takers," commented Connor glumly as the pair watched the other players gradually hook up with an array of stunning girls. The second Danny, winked back at them as he left with two identical twins, a visible bulge already throbbing at the front of his chinos.
"Yeah, this is a bit of a comedown after last night. I never thought I'd say this when out drinking with the lads," added Dan, "but I really can't wait to go home."
"Damn right," agreed Connor, "but on the plus side..." he nodded across the room with a grin, "Max's cock!"
The pair burst out laughing, happy that at least one bit of bullshit had been deflated.
Tomorrow was another day and there'd be plenty of filthy fucking ahead.
 

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Part 5:

Dan and Connor went into the city the following evening, dressed in their best pulling clothes and determined to have a more impressive evening than their initiation. The black cab sped toward the best bars. In his close-fitting white short-sleeved shirt, Dan looked across at Connor in his tight navy blue t-shirt. They both looked good and there was no way they wouldn't have girls flocking round them. Although they'd discussed the possibility in a jokey way, a shared girl or two might happen or they might go their individual ways – spontaneity was key to a good night's fucking.

As they stood in a stylish bar, drinking their first beers, they scanned the room for hotties both hoping to be the first to attract some attention. After a while, a stunning brunette approached the bar, her ample tits squeezed into a tiny red dress. Dan and Connor both acted cool as she approached, images of her naked body flitting throught heir minds. She turned to Connor with a smile and he felt smug inside, having pulled first,
"Hey babe!"
"Oh my god, I recognise you!"
Connor nodded confidently. It had started. He knew that it could only be a few weeks before girls started recognising them as professional rugby players for the local team, and one in the premiership. It was going to lead to so much pussy. He gave her his sexiest grin, gazed at her with his dark brown eyes, and added,
"Connor. Nice to meet –"
But before he could finish, she nodded enthusiastically.
"You're Five-Minute Man! I saw you in Q-Bar last night! So funny."
She laughed in a friendly way and walked on to join her friends on the other side of the room.
Dan tried as hard as he could not to laugh at Connor's horror-struck face.
"Seriously?! We've only been here a few days and already local girls think I'm shit in bed!!"
"Don't worry mate," consoled Dan before adding with a playfully vindictive laugh, "I'm here. I'll pull the gorgeous ones and you can have my left-overs, okay?"
"Wanker!" Connor laughed back and they ordered another beer each.

Half an hour later, Dan was returning from the gents, via the bar. As he moved through the groups of people drinking and dancing, he discovered Connor still sitting at their table, a blonde either side of him. And fucking hot blondes at that!
As he approached, the table, Connor grinned widely, the girls already had a hand on one of his thighs each.
"Dan! Sorry mate but we're just about to head off. Don't mind if we leave you?"
As they got up from the table, revealing the girls' impossibly long, tanned legs, Dan was gutted. He thought momentarily about begging Connor to let him join them but didn’t want to make a dick of himself. Instead, he patted his mate on the back and watched the girls' pert arses bounce slightly as they left the bar, one on each of Connor's strong arms.

Fast mover, thought Dan, grudgingly impressed by Connor's success. He turned back to the bar, determined not to end the night alone, and spotted a girl just on the edge of a group of friends. He quickly put down his beer so he could approach the bar looking like he was buying a drink. Standing close enough for the girl to feel his presence but without actually touching her, he ordered his drink, then turned, knocking into her slightly. He apologised, helping her to keep her balance with the palm of his warm, manly hand against her arm. It worked like a treat.
"I'm sorry," she giggled breathlessly, "It's my fault, I didn’t see you."
"No, no, my fault entirely. And I spilt some of your drink. May I buy you another?"
And with that, he paid for a white wine and led her to a separate table. She was sexy but slightly shy, only 18, and he soon realised a virgin. It had been a long time since he'd been a girl's first. When you fuck a girl for the first time, he reflected, she's yours forever in a way. He was thrilled by the idea that she'd never find another guy to match his length and girth and stamina. He was determined to bang her that night.

After another wine and some serious flirting, he moved in for a kiss. He knew to take it slowly with shy girls so it was soft and slow, barely touching tongues. He held her in both his hands and felt her shudder with delight. He wanted to take her back to the apartment but knew the noise of Connor shagging two wild sluts could put her off.
"Do you live nearby?"
"Just round the corner. Do you...?"
She trailed off nervously.
"I fancy somewhere a bit quieter. Perhaps a cuddle on the sofa," he grinned and she was hooked...
 

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As they lay together on the sofa, Carla was awed by Dan's physique. He took up the space of two people and she loved lying across his broad mountainous chest, one of his muscular arms across her slim waist, candlelight flickering across the room, the television on low in the background.
They kissed again, more deeply this time. She was pleased by how gentlemanly he was whilst turned on by his powerful muscles. She carelessly traced her finger over his bicep while they kissed, then across the front of his shirt, and unconsciously began to undo the highest button. She blushed suddenly aware of what she was doing but Dan just smiled at her, encouraging her, and she continued. As she undid the last button, his shirt fell away, revealing his tanned, rock hard torso. She ran her finger over the abs, then leant forward and kissed his pectoral, letting her tongue linger across his hard brown nipple.

Dan was trying to play it smooth and was concentrating hard not to get hard! Whilst the python lurking in his trousers was a surefire way to pull most girls, he knew a virgin could easily be scared by nine inches of thick rugby player schlong.
He kissed her again, not pressuring her to remove her clothes but letting her slowly and excitedly explore his body. Her hand was moving back down his body and he felt her unbuckling his belt, then watched as she pulled away from his lips and gazed at his jeans as she unbuttoned them. She was nervous as the three buttons were released, revealing a hint of the leopard-skin print of the silk boxer shorts he was wearing. He could tell she wanted to see them so he arched his body and whipped his jeans down around his ankles, kicking them off as he laid back proudly on the sofa and put his hands behind his head.
She touched his silk shorts coyly, and moved her fingers politely down the side of his leg, trying to ignore the more enticing front: the single button on the waistband and the fly that she could easily place her hand inside if she wanted. She bit her lips as she looked at him lying there. He looked carved out of stone, his muscles bulging everywhere, from his strong thighs up to his stunningly broad shoulders. She imagined him picking her up and holding her in his strong arms. She felt herself tingle between her legs and nervously offered to get him another beer, then ran to the fridge to compose herself.

While she was away, Dan's mobile buzzed. He flicked it on and was confronted by a selfie from Connor. He was naked in front of his full-length mirror, grinning back at Dan as the two blondes kneeled in front of him, both planting a kiss on his massive aroused cock. He imagined Connor pulling the girls on to the bed with him, kissing them both at once, then laying back as the girls kissed their way down his body, running their fingers through his dark chest hair, licking his cock like an icepop, kissing the huge purple head as it throbbed with desire, then moving back up his body, each placing a small hand around his chunky shaft and stroking him together as they kissed him again, their lips and tongues pressed against each other, Connor putting his hands behind his head and flexing his enormous biceps, happily knowing he'd outshone Dan, grinning at the two blonde stunners working his dick like experts, watching them kiss each other as he asked if they were ready for the night of their lives, then suddenly the panicked moan like a dog yelping as he melted into a premature ejaculation.

Dan laughed aloud at the unlikely by enjoyable thought. He looked up to see Carla standing in front of him, gazing down at his boxers. He was as hard as a rock, with his cock creating an impressive silken tent.
"Take of your blouse," he ordered in a firm, sexy voice.
She did as she was told. He stood up, he huge dick pointing at its prey. He held her to him, and she felt the hugeness throbbing against her stomach. He reached around and unzipped her skirt, then led her in her underwear back to the kitchen. Pushing her up against the counter, he pulled an ice cube from the fridge and ran it slowly over her glowing skin. She murmured softy at its icy touch then more loudly as Dan leant forward and licked the cool water from her.

Her hand reached out to his boxers and Dan stood watching her. His body was tensed and beautiful as she nervously fiddled with the button at the waistband. As it came free she held the waistband together, uncertain, for a few seconds, then released her grip and watched as the silken leopard fell to Dan's ankles and the real wild animal appeared. She was shocked at its length as it reared upwards, the thickness that seemed to invite her touch, the heaviness as she held it in her hand, the throbbing sensation as she closed her fingers half-frightened around the shaft, the warmth of the hard tool as she stroked it, the sight of it so huge in her hand, like a cucumber or a marrow. She giggled at the comparison and he kissed her again. He reached into the fridge and pulled out a can of whipped cream, he led her instinctively to her bedroom, pulled her onto the bed with him, flicked the top from the can and sprayed a white creamy crest onto each of his nipples. She licked eagerly, and again when he traced the pattern of his abs with the cream. All the time she held on to his cock, stroking it as if the very touch filled her with sexual power. Then she sat back on her knees and he sprayed a creamy trail from the base to the head. She devoured it. He picked her up, peeled her thong from her and brought her to his mouth, letting his powerful tongue slowly and surely probe her glistening pink pussy. She moaned loudly with first pleasure, then he bent his legs and brought her down on his lap. She could feel his strong quads against her back and his awesome, lively cock, tapping thickly between her legs with eagerness.

"Go on top to start with," he whispered, "then you can control how much you take."

It felt like fire and violence and bliss as the thick head of his cock pushed triumphantly into her tight wet cunt. She gasped as the first few inches entered her. He was holding her in his hands and slowly, carefully, raising her up and down on his sword, each time, pushing a little further inside her. And then he was sitting up, holding her in his powerful grip, his size deep inside her as they rocked back and forth, kissing passionately. It was as if the world shattered or exploded. All she could feel was the most amazing feeling between her legs, filling and stretching her in a way she'd only imagined. She couldn't hear or see, just feel as her entire body felt consumed by sheer masculine power and virility. And then she screamed with joy, throwing her head back as her cunt flowed with ecstacy.

Dan grinned, pushed her onto her back and started to fuck her with more energy. She gripped his shoulders, digging her fingernails in excitedly, dragging them down his back, the clutching the large firm cheeks of his arse as he powered inside her. Suddenly she had pulled away and was gripping his cock, taking it into her mouth, tasting her own pussy on his manhood. Unleashed, she wanked his length vigorously, excited by the throbbing response while she sucked on his balls. A slight push told him to roll onto his front and suddenly she was kissing his neck, his shoulder blades, his spine, his waist, then her tongue was diving into the dark space between his buttocks. He grunted in surprised pleasure as she spread his cheeks and pressed her tongue against his own tight hole, teasing it with her wet tongue and running the teasing tip slightly inside as it relaxed and opened for her.

Then he was on his feet and she was in the air, bouncing up and down on his raging hardon, squirting with pleasure as he pounded away.
"Who's the man!!"
When he finally came, he came deep inside her, roaring with glee as he felt his balls release their load and the throb as it pumped thickly from the head that was clasped firmly by the eager walls of her pussy. Her head fell back on the pillow, utterly satisfied in a way she had not imagined, feeling suddenly the gape of her red cave as he withdrew his all-conquering weapon. Remembering it was her first time, Dan kissed her softly on her mouth, then her stomach, then her pussy, feeling it tremble and tighten slightly as he soothed it like a bee sucking nectar from a flower.
Sweetly, she thanked him and began to drift into an exhausted slumber.

He pulled his boxers back on and looked at himself in the mirror. Clad in leopard-skin silks he flexed his muscles for his own pleasure and thought of himself happily as a wild animal, a predator, a king of the beasts.
This new city was his jungle.
 

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Dan stood in the shower, letting the hot blasts of water play over his naked muscular body. He ran his hands through his blond hair, down the sides of his strong neck, and over the heavy sculpted pectorals of his chest. He reached for the shower gel, lathered up his hands and started to slide them over his tanned skin. The white frothy soap suds slipped down his large biceps and over his pulsing forearms. He massaged his broad shoulders, feeling the individual muscles with pleasure before pushing his hands back down his body and bending to soap up his trunk-like thighs and powerful calves. He straightened up, applied more shower gel and drew his thick cock through his soapy hand before massaging his large balls and running his foamy fingers over his firm buttocks and into their tight valley.

The hot water rushed over him, soothing and sensual. He placed one hand against the wall of the shower cubicle and bent his head forward to feel the water beating on his neck and down his back, pouring in small waterfalls from his hips and over the rounds of his arse. He closed his eyes and gripped his soapy cock with his free hand, stroking it slowly and rhythmically. In the taxi home that morning, Dan had received a text message from Connor. Swiping across the screen, a video file had appeared entitled, Money Shot. Now, as he stood in the shower, wanking and panting, steam rising from his rugged body, the video replayed in his mind.

Connor's cock had filled the screen, eight inches long, impressively thick, and rising upwards to end in a wide mushroom head. Either side of his dick, the faces of two beautiful blondes were giggling, their warm, probing tongues, darting around his manhood teasingly, then licking slowly and wetly from the base to the bulbous tip, or sliding quickly from between their puckered lips as they planted soft lustful kisses on the throbbing member that separated them. Off-camera he could hear Connor's manly laugh as he enjoyed the girls' enjoyment of his gift: the extra inches of length and girth that their previous boyfriends had failed to provide.

Dan gripped his cock more firmly and his strokes grew faster and more vigorous as he saw again the girls press their large pink-nippled tits to Connor's cock, saw the eight inch beast thrusting between those large porcelain pillows, then the girls pull away and return to kissing that throbbing monster. He saw as one girl opened her mouth wide and closed it around the large tip, sucking as she moved her head back and forth, allowing Connor to fill her mouth, then pulling away, saliva running from her lips to his member like a lasso as the other girl took over, licking the tip, stroking the shaft and then sucking, as her friend bent her head to kiss and tease his balls.

He re-watched in his mind as the girls fought for dominance over his cock, each time trying to take more and more down her throat until one started to choke and the pair broke into more giggles. From beyond the screen, a smug, silky voice calls out, 'Connor's got a present for you ladies!' The girls dive forward and lick the temple before them, just as he cums. His cock erupts, like a volcano of cream, spurting thick white gold in the air, so it comes down and lands in the girls' hair, more dribbling down the sides like lava, which is licked up greedily by the two cum-splattered sluts he has been fucking for the last three hours.

Dan is pumping furiously on his own huge cock, moaning noisily with the exertion, his eyes still closed as the video fills his mind. Suddenly the sluts feasting on dick is replaced by Connor's face, roguishly handsome, square–jaw peppered with stubble, the chocolately brown eyes staring sexily out from the screen as his smile breaks into a broad grin, 'Mate! Nothing like a threesome to end the night! ...Hey ladies, how about a quick review? Tell Dan The Man how good I am!'

The beautiful faces fill the screen again, cum slipping from their mouths as they kiss each other laughingly, passing his love from mouth to mouth, 'Your fucking amazing!' shouts one, 'Best dick ever!' adds the other, and once again that eight-inch power tool fills the screen.

'Uh, fuck!' yelps Dan as his own dick responds to his thoughts, shooting his load into the downpour from the shower head. He steps back, arms at his sides, his abs flexed and pushing from his stomach like rocks. The hot water engulfs his dick in steam as it softens and falls like a pendulum between his legs. 'Fuck!' he yells again as he runs his hands back through his blond hair. He is embarrassed by the source of his arousal, aware it springs from jealousy of his new best mate achieving a better night's conquest than he had, and annoyed by that feeling of jealousy...
 

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His mixed feelings were interrupted by a distant bell. The door. He ignored it at first but it rang again. He was enjoying the relaxing waters passing fiercely over his hot fiery body. He presumed someone else would answer it but perhaps they had left already. The bells rang again.

Leaving the shower, dripping wet, his hair slicked back, Dan wrapped a white bath towel around his waist and left the bathroom. 'Coming!' he called as he walked up the hallway of the apartment to the door. Expecting some kind of delivery or message, he swung the door open to find a petite, dark-haired girl standing uncertainly in the corridor.
'Hi... sorry... is Max in.'
'Er...'
'I'm Lyndsey, Max's... well... kinda... anyway is he in?'
Dan looked at the girl, surprised that someone with such apparent class and beauty would be attracted to a twat like Max. But then, he realised, he was seeing Max as he knew him, not how he'd probably present himself to girls. Still. She was far too good for him.
'I'm not sure. Come in, I'll see.'

Leaving the door open, Dan returned up the hallway and the girl followed. Dan knocked on Max's door, called his name, then pushed the door open.
'Sorry he must have gone out.'
The girl looked disappointed. He wondered why but figured Max'd made her a promise and, like all girls, she thought maybe she was in love.
'You can wait if you like. Do you want a coffee?'
'Sure, thanks...'

Lyndsey was disappointed. Why fuck her and invite her round if he wasn't going to be in? Typical man. Typical rugby lad. He hadn't even been that good in bed.
'Sugar?'
She looked up as Dan twisted round from the kitchen counter with a smile. As he moved his hips, something thick and long swung and bounced against the front of the towel. She noticed now his body. Such a body. He was less broad and muscular than Max but still had an incredible physique, almost more like a model's than a rugby player's. And he was handsome too. Much better looking than Max, his blond hair pushed wetly back. It was then that she realised he must have been in the shower. She'd interrupted him. So previously caught up with the idea of Max, she hadn't noticed the droplets still forming tiny streams down his golden skin. She looked at his brown nipples, then at the thin trail of hair running from his navel downwards into the towel. She thought again of what she had imagined swinging away between those gorgeous strong thighs and, without thinking, stepped forward and tugged away the towel.

Although a little surprised, Dan was more amused as he stood naked in front of Lyndsey, his flexed body on show, his still semi-hard cock hanging down proudly. She was staring at his cock, her mouth open-wide. Ready for action, Dan thought as he smiled to himself and then at her. If Max and his tiny todger was her last fuck she was bound to be impressed by the sight of 50% extra free hanging down in front of her.

The sex passed in an excited blur.
Without speaking she had fallen to her knees and begun to take the bull by the horns. She licked and sucked like an expert, taking a good three-quarters down her throat before giving his balls some attention and then returning to his dick. Rock hard and wildly excited, he tore her clothes off, picked her up, took her to the sofa, arranged her on all fours and fucked her like a dog, half-wishing that Max would walk in on them both. She screamed ecstatically as he pulled on her hair with one hand and slapped her little behind with the other. He looked down joyfully and his massive length thrust in and out of her tight cunt, making her cry out with animal passion.

Rolling her over, he left her lying on the sofa as he gripped her ankles, bent his legs, and pulled her wet eager pussy towards him before drilling into her like a machine. Again, he looked down, grinning at the wet red lips being stretched apart by his fantastic girth as he smashed and slammed, pounded and pummelled into her, filling her with his greatest asset.

He picked her up and started to fuck her in mid air, sliding his fingers into her arsehole as he shook her up and down on his dick. They kissed wildly until she was screaming too much to kiss. He growled in her ear, 'Tell me something about Maxy in bed.'
She looked into his eyes and in that moment he rammed himself as hard as he could inside her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and resettled on his gaze like some kind of fruit machine. She wailed with pleasure and shouted out, 'He loves licking my arse!'
Dan laughed, 'Yeah? You wanna give him a message for me?'
Gasping for breath as he fucked her oh so successfully, she laughed, and asked, 'What message?'

In reply, Dan threw her back on the sofa and mounted her, his chest hard and hot against her sweating back, his heart beating out a furious club anthem. He kissed the back of her neck, as the head of his enormous cock pressed against her tight arsehole. He'd eased it open with his fingers minutes before and now he reasserted the pressure, rubbing the throbbing purple tip against her dark little starfish until it gave way and he thrust himself into her clammy depths. Nine inches, slamming into her arse, forcing a silent scream from her throat as her mouth flew open in shocked enjoyment.

'Here's the message!' he shouted with victorious pleasure as he released his second load of the morning. He felt the thick cum pumping from his balls, travelling up his cock, and spurting like a cannon from his bellend, filling her arse with all his sloppy goodness, as he imagined Maxy licking it up with disgust later on.

He fell back on the sofa, rested his head on a cushion and watched his dick fall back in rest. Then he watched the girl as she got up and dressed, not taking her eyes off his body. Without a word, she smiled, and left. Just as a good girl should, Dan reflected. That's two girls in less than 24 hours, he thought with elation: not quite a threesome but still pretty fucking amazing. He thought about Max and Connor, then looked down at his superior, prize-winning cock with a grin, 'Good lad, Danny Boy!'