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With me now wet, he darts the tip of his cock in and out of my ass, and my ring responds by relaxing more with each tease. We look at each other. “I’m ready,” I mouth to him. Tonio spits down on the tip of his cock and smears the head with it. He slowly slides into my ass, gliding into me inch by inch. I reach across to the bedside table and grab some poppers to take a hit. Nothing gets me going like a sniff of poppers to make my head spin and relax my ring. Tonio slides in balls deep. “Show me what you got, Yankee boy.” I toss him the poppers so he can take a hit, and he gets down to it. Tonio has my legs held up by my ankles and spread wide. I can see his taut abs flex as he thrusts into my ass, and his hairy pecs pulse. He looks like a beast of a man. My cock drips pre-come from the stimulation of his cock on my prostate. Closing my eyes, I want this moment to last forever as I drown in the sensation of his tool in my greedy ass. My hands automatically move up to my nipples, as I feel his cock slide in and out.

“Pass me the poppers.” Tonio duly obliges. The hit makes my head go light and makes the fuck more intense. “Harder, fuck me harder, you cunt."

The headboard of the bed shakes as Tonio gives me all that he’s got. One of my hands moves down to my balls, and I give them a tug to stand my dick up. I gently caress them as waves of pleasure emanate from my ass. Tonio grunts like a hungry pig as he fucks me. What a sight we must be. Two beat up 'rugger buggers' having a hot, nasty fuck. Suddenly I feel empty, as his cock is pulled from my ass.

“Get on your knees, dude.” I pop straight over on all fours with my legs spread and my ass pushed out and ready for play. I hear Tonio gobbing up a huge amount of spit that he deposits on my fuck hole. He synchronizes it perfectly, and as soon as it hits my ring, his cock follows it up my ass. I grunt appreciatively. He slaps my ass and starts to plough me like the slut I am. I hit the poppers again, and my greedy ass tries to swallow every part of Tonio. This Yankee is as good a top as he is a bottom. He reaches forward and rakes my back with his fingers, heightening all my sensations. The popper high is hitting home, and I sink down on to my head and shoulders, butt in the air. All I can think of is of how much I want him.

“Your ass was made for fucking, dude. You know that?”

There is nothing for me to say. He's right. My ass was made for pounding. Much like his.

“Beg, and tell me how much you love this. How much do you need this cock in your ass?” Fair play to Tonio. He loves the porno talk.

“I love it, Tonio. Please don’t stop fucking my man-cunt.”

“Good bitch.” Tonio pulls out of my ass and comes around to my head. He grabs me by the hair and proceeds to stuff his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I suck it like the horny fuck-slut that I am. It tastes of raunchy, pure man sex. “That’s my bitch. Suck my dick.” After a few moments, he pulls from my mouth and gives my face a playful but very firm slap.

Tonio jumps onto the bed on his back and commands me to “Do some work.” Never one to question an order to get busy fucking, I eagerly do as I’m told. I straddle his groin, and gently lower myself onto his cock. It slides easily into my greedy ass. Once I’m happy with my position, making sure he hits the right spot, I start to ride my Latin lover. Up and down my hips move, and I feel his steel hit my prostate with each downward movement. The constant stimulation makes my cock stream pre-come.

My hands move to his large nipples, tweaking them as I work my ass on his cock. Tonio has a firm grip on my hips, working me at the right pace for his tool. I’m encouraged to work harder as Tonio slaps my ass. My rock-hard dick waves about as I ride his meat, slapping down on his abs and then bouncing into the air. Once my pace is right for him, Tonio’s hands move up to my own erect nipples. My nipples are hardwired to my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through me with every pinch, twist, and squeeze.

I feel so much lust that I can’t help but lean forward and kiss him. It’s a sloppy, wet kiss full of tongue and no finesse. Tonio’s hands immediately move from my nipples to my throat as I sit up. Holding me in position as he thrusts up into my ass, he tries to dominate me from underneath. His grip gets tighter around my throat as he pulls me back down for a violent kiss, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth and forcing my own tongue back. His grip is as tight around my neck as mine was around his. Now, he is in charge. I can feel my breathing restricted. He pushes me back up, releasing my mouth from his, but with his grip still around my throat and his cock deep in my ass.

I can’t help but grip his throat in return. There we are, locked in this aggressive man fuck, hands around each other’s throats with a look of pure combative lust on both our faces, a mirror image of what happened during the game. I release my grip from around his throat and move my hands to his, grappling with them and forcing them from my neck. We wrestle each other’s hands and arms, each of us trying to get the upper hand, before I finally pin his down next to his head. He won’t take this lying down, not while he has his dick buried in my ass. Tonio uses all of his strength to spin us over, so that I’m suddenly on my back with him on top. Not for one moment did his dick leave my ass. This man knows what he’s doing. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him in tight, so that every thrust is as deep as it can be into my hole.

Tonio pins my hands up over my head, and I feel just how strong he is. He puts one hand over my mouth so that I can’t talk and tells me, “You fucking love it. Don’t you, you Paddy slut.” I murmur something from under his hand, but that only encourages him to fuck my Irish ass harder.

His hand eventually slips from my mouth, replaced by his tongue so that he tongue-fucks my mouth as forcefully as he is cock-fucking my ass. Every time he hits my prostate, I feel my dick tingle, trapped against our hard abs. Tonio manages to synchronize his cock and tongue, thrusting both into me together. I’m struggling to breathe and loving every moment of it.

Tonio pushes up onto his elbows, finally releasing my mouth from his. I take a deep gulp of air as sweat drips off his head onto my own. He peels himself from me, his cock out of my ass, and his weight off of me. He rolls off next to me on the bed.

“Get your ass over to the window.” I stagger off the bed and head over to the big window, placing my hands on the windowsill and looking out. I spread my legs to open up my ass and wave it at him. Tonio stands behind me, my hot, muscular frame silhouetted against the pale New York early morning sunlight. I can sense that my hole must be gaping open. I look down, and see his feet on either side of mine. He places a hand on each butt cheek and slowly slides into me. We watch the sun rising up over Manhattan as he gently pumps my ass. After all the rough fucking, he has decided to take pity on my ring. This is deep, but sensual and intimate at the same time.

Down below on the street, rugby players are still heading into the hotel, ready for their own passionate trysts. Tonio’s hands rest on my hips as he steadily ups the pace once more and pummels my fuck hole. It’s like putty around his dick, totally relaxed, open and greedy. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, so he can lick the side of my face. “This is what you wanted isn’t it, from the first time you saw me? Isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is.”

With animalistic abandon, Tonio lets out several deep grunts and an almighty growl as he starts to come in my ass. He nearly pulls out clumps of my hair in the process. Thankfully, he releases my hair, letting my head fall forward. His violent thrusts push my head against the glass window. I have to brace myself so that I’m not pushed out onto the street below. I feel him throbbing in me, and an incredible sense of wetness takes over as his cock finally fills my ass with hot, Latin spunk. Every thrust splatters come deep into my gut. Every throb sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine. His orgasm lasts an age, and my ass must be filled with spunk. He ensures every drop of his load is emptied into my battered hole. Tonio makes one last deep thrust and holds his cock deep in my ass. His body drips more sweat onto me as his weight rests on my back. “Man, you are one hot ride.”

“Thanks, buddy. I really needed that.” Tonio slowly takes his weight off me and lets his cock slip out of my hole.

“You Irish are nuts.” His kisses flow down my neck, my broad back, and down to my ass.

“Careful, it’s tender down there!” He gently licks my well-fucked ass. His tongue feels electric on my used hole. He easily slips his entire tongue up there. My ass is totally open, relaxed and gaping. I hear him lapping up the spunk that must surely be running out of my battered ass.

I get a gentle pat on the ass, so I turn to face him. Tonio must have lapped up all that he had shot in there. He can see my dripping cock. I start to jerk off, my full glory there for him to admire. “Open your mouth,” I tell him. Every cocksucker deserves his prize, and I happily oblige him. I take a firm grip on my cock and lovingly work it with my right hand, while I use my left hand to brace myself against Tonio’s shoulder. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations. After such a long ass pounding, I really need to come. I know it won’t take long after all the prostate stimulation. I feel my balls tighten, and as my orgasm builds up, I take hold of Tonio’s hair. I need his mouth in the right position.

I scream out as my cock begins to shoot, “Oh fuck, man!” Shot after shot of come rains out over his face. It feels like it is all happening in slow motion for me. I can feel the pressure of each shot build in my nut sack, move through my groin and up to the tip of my cock. I see the come shoot out and then repeat, but it's not in slow motion. My cock is like a volcano over Tonio’s face.

Tonio tries to manfully position his mouth to get it all, but most splatters over his beautiful, tanned face. My aching balls empty out over him, giving him seven or eight heavy shots of come. I can’t help but laugh as I look down and see how much of my load covers his face. He has a slightly stunned look at first, but then he laughs too, and relishes in the eroticism of it all. I use my cock to push come around his face to his mouth and feed it to him. Like a good cocksucker, he eats it all up. What an incredibly horny sight. Once we’re sure all the spunk is accounted for, he stands up and gives me a deep, passionate kiss. I lick his face to taste the remnants of my own juices on it. It has been such a long night, and we fall into bed for a well-earned rest.

It’s one p.m. by the time I wake up, groggy from a long night of alcohol and sex. Tonio is already up, and I see him strolling out of the bathroom all showered and fresh looking.

“Fuck, man! It looks like you’ll have a real shiner there on your left eye. Hope that was one of our lads the other day?” asks Tonio.

“No, I think it was one of the Atlanta boys.” Tonio looks better than ever, and I’m ready for another round with this man. “Come back to bed?”

“I can’t. We have a team lunch right now. I’m going to get it for being late as it is.”

“Tell them you’ve been busy building international relations!”

“Hell yeah! In the best way possible, too. Facebook me, yeah?”

With that, my end-of-tournament lover was gone. Damn, I have a team lunch myself at two p.m., so I drag myself out of the bed and over to the bathroom. My body felt pretty sore from the game, and now my ring was feeling pretty battered to boot. As the hot spray hits my body, I let the memories of last night flood over me like the water from the showerhead. This is the stuff that dreams are made of.

THE END

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PATRICK DARCY

Name:
Patrick R Darcy

Nationality:
Irish

Height:
6 ft 2 inches

Weight:
205 Pounds

Position:
Blind side flanker

Orientation:
Versatile

Hi, I’m Patrick Darcy. Rugby player, Irishman and writer of full strength gay erotica. By day, I’m a young advertising executive living in the beautiful city of Dublin, Ireland. Working for an international media company takes me all over the world and lets me get up to all kinds of mischief! For me, sex should be passionate, intense, sweaty, dirty fun and a no holds barred affair! That’s what I try to capture in my writing, and that’s where I like to take the reader. The reader should be in the heart of the action to smell, feel, touch and taste. To be totally immersed in the eroticism of the story. Not all my stories are set in Dublin, but they all follow my heart’s desires. There are two big passions in my life: great sex and rugby. Quite often, these are combined! I love the thrill of competition, the power, the intensity, the brotherhood of rugby.

Oh, and I love being naked!

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