The Rugby Match
by David Heulfryn

 

The hosts of the B&B welcomed Owen and Lily as they came down for breakfast and showed them to a table. Finn had a wide grin and took great pleasure in showing his adolescent cock and balls to the other guests. Max seemed shy and hid behind his Dad as much as possible.

Henry gestured to the side of the room where the continental breakfast selection was placed on two tables against the wall.

“Help yourself to our widely enjoyed continental breakfast. In the meantime, would you prefer tea or coffee?”

“Tea, please, Mr Bell,” Lily said as she sat down.

“Henry, please.” He smiled at her. “There are juices and ice water for you boys if you want,” he looked at Max and Finn, but Finn was walking away, aiming to get his food. “or would you like tea as well.” He finished, looking at Max.

“Juice is fine for us, thanks,” Max said on behalf of his brother.

Henry smiled at the nervous boy and told him to get breakfast. “I’ll get you a fresh pot of tea, Lily, and then I’ll return to take your hot food order.”

“Thank you, Henry. You are most kind.”

Owen came back to their table and placed a plate in front of Lily. “A bit of toast, croissant and some cheese.” He said as he placed a similar plate beside her, although almost twice the amount, and sat down.

Finn came back with his plate piled high.

“Finn! Are you sure you’re going to eat all that? They do a cooked breakfast too. I don’t want you wasting food needlessly.”

“I’m starving, Mum.” Finn sat opposite her and demolished a mini croissant in one mouthful.

Max returned with a few bits on his plate, “Don’t worry, I’ll help him.” Max leant over and grabbed a pain-au-chocolate from Finn’s plate and quickly ate it.

“Hey!” Finn nudged his brother in the ribs.

“Come on, Finn. There’s plenty to go round. You won’t miss out.” Lily frowned at him.

Henry came over carrying a large teapot and a small milk jug. He placed them on the table and noticed Finn’s plate. “I see someone’s hungry.” He smiled and left them.

Lily poured Owen and herself a cup of tea. She held the china cup in her hand and looked over at Max.

“Max. Your Dad has organised something special for you today.”

Max looked up, and his eyes darted between his Mum and Dad. “What?”

Owen smiled. “I have asked the Cockaigne Centaurs under sixteen squad if you could join them in training this morning. They readily agreed, eager for more players. I explained that we were considering moving here, and you are rugby mad. The coach said he would also arrange for us to see the first team play their league match against Suddene in the afternoon. He’s got us seats just behind the team bench near the halfway line.”

“That’s the best, Dad.” Max almost jumped out of his seat with excitement. “But I haven’t got my kit!” Max frowned. “They don’t expect me to train naked, do they?” Max suddenly looked worried.

Owen laughed, “Of course not. Coach says he’s got a Centaurs kit just for you when you arrive, and he says you can take it with you when you go, no matter what you decide.”

“That’s fantastic, Dad.” Max couldn’t help himself. He stood up and leaned over to hug his Dad.

Finn giggled as he watched Max’s cock drag over his plate of continental cheese and salami.

“I’ll be there to watch you,” Owen said. I’ve missed those days when I took you training and stayed to watch. You’re a good player, Max.”

Max was embarrassed at the compliment.

“Can I come, too?” Finn asked.

Owen looked over at Lily, “Well, I hadn’t thought you’d want to, so I’ve arranged for you and your Mum to spend the day at the shopping centre. Have some retail therapy and have lunch together.”

Finn looked disappointed. Any excitement he felt this morning had evaporated. Lily noticed.

“If you want to join them, I don’t see why not. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it more than coming with me and shopping for bras and knickers.”

“Are you sure, Love?” Owen asked his wife.

“Positive. It’ll do my three boys some good to spend time together.” She said.

“Really?” Owen double-checked.

“Really.” Lily placed her hand on Owen’s thigh under the table and squeezed. “I’d enjoy the day to myself and get to know the town better. Besides, I think you need to spend time with both of them.”

Max picked up a slice of salami and rolled it up to eat it. Finn started to giggle. “Your cock and balls have touched that.”

Max held the salami between his plate and mouth, “Do you want some special sausage, Finn?” Max offered the salami to his brother.

“Why not.” Finn shrugged, grabbed the rolled salami and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Gross, Finn!” Max laughed and watched his brother eat it.

Henry disturbed them as he sidled up to their table, a small pad in his hand and a stubby pencil poised. “Are you ready to order? Can I tempt you to a ‘Full English’ or perhaps, a ‘Full Cockaigne’?”

“What’s a ‘Full Cockaigne’ breakfast?” Owen asked.

Henry laughed, “Same as a ‘Full English’, just with extra sausage, the Cockaigne sausage is slightly spicier than a breakfast sausage.”

Finn giggled as he looked down at Henry’s exposed crotch. “I want to taste Henry’s spicy sausage.”

“Don’t be so crude, Finn.” Lily admonished him. “I’ll just have the full English. The three boys will have the Cockaigne breakfast.” Lily knew her boys well.

“Thank you, Lily.” Henry wrote down the order. “So that’s one ‘Full English’ and three ‘Full Cocks’.” Henry winked at Finn as he left them again.

 

After breakfast, the family dressed, even Finn. Owen took his boys to the rugby stadium while Lily went shopping. When they arrived at the stadium, they looked around for a way to get in. They found a player’s entrance and knocked. An old man opened the door and let them in. He was expecting them, but not Finn. The old man teased Finn by saying he would have to wait outside. Finn protested until he realised they were joking with him.

The old man said the team usually trained elsewhere, but they opened the stadium, especially for Max, so he could see them train and watch the match afterwards.

Max was overwhelmed that they would do this just for him, a fourteen-year-old boy who might be moving to the town.

“Did they really do all this for me?” Max whispered to his Dad as they walked to the home changing room.

“I think so,” Owen was just as surprised. As they neared the changing room, they could hear a racket.

“Sounds like the team is getting changed.” Max smiled and noticed the coach standing by the door.

Coach smiled when he saw Max. “So glad you made it.” He approached Max, “You must be Max. Come with me. I have something special for you. Why don’t you wait by the pitch.” He looked at Owen and Finn.

“I’m his brother, Finn. I hope you don’t mind me coming too.” Finn smiled disarmingly at the coach.

“Sure, the more, the merrier. Do you play too?” He asked.

“No, I’m a swimmer and a gymnast.”

Coach sized up Finn, giving him a hard and long look up and down. “I can see why. You have the compact size for a gymnast. I bet you’re a little powerhouse.”

Finn blushed.

“He sure is. Although he’s recently given up swimming competitively.” Owen answered for him.

“Really!” Coach was surprised. “Have you thought of combining the two?” Coack looked at Finn.

Finn furrowed his brow. He didn’t understand.

“Gymnastics and the pool. You have a perfect body for a young diver. It just so happens we have an award-winning team here in Cockaigne. And I know the coach. He’s always on the lookout for new talent.” Coach noticed Finn about to speak, and the slight shake of his head told him that he was sceptical. “Don’t worry, I can tell just by looking at you that you will be good. But Coach Anderson could make you great.”

Finn was about to speak when they were interrupted by the team running out onto the pitch. Max jogged over to them.

“Dad!” He beamed, “They’ve given me everything. Top, shorts, socks and even boots.” He turned to Coach. “Thank you so much, Coach. Are you sure you don’t want them back? The team said they were mine, but I don’t mind.”

Coach tousled Max’s hair, “No need, consider them a gift, and even if you don’t move here, I want to make sure you’re a fan and come to all our home games.”

“I will, Coach.” Max beamed.

“But I think you’ve forgotten something else the team gave you.” Coached smiled.

Max blushed and said in an almost whisper, “A jockstrap.”

Finn giggled, “Let me see!” He pulled down Max’s pristine white shorts and revealed the equally fresh and white jockstrap.

“Very few people have these.” Coach said. “It’s only given to players at the club. The waistband says Cockaigne Centaurs, you literally cannot buy these.”

Max scrambled to pull his shorts back up. Coach slapped his arse and told him to join the team.

Coach followed and began two hours of intense fitness and tactical and skills training. Max kept up well with the others and had the best boot on the team; he didn’t miss a single kick. Finn felt proud of his brother.

After practice, Max showered with the team and came out in his jeans and the rugby shirt. He held up a black sports bag which ‘Cockaigne Centaurs’ written on the side and a picture of a rampant centaur. But the centaur had a large erect horse-cock protruding from his horse legs and a smaller hard human cock between his human legs.

Coach showered with the team and joined Max and his family. This time, he had swapped his tracksuit for jeans, a shirt and a tie.

“Come with me,” He said, “We’ll have some lunch and then wait for the match to start.”

Coach took them to the hospitality suit where local dignitaries, sponsors and box holders would have a pre-match silver service lunch.

“Coach, this is too much. I never expected anything like this.” Owen said, embarrassed at being treated so grandly.

“Just enjoy it, Owen. It will never happen again. Unless you become a sponsor or spend shit loads of cash paying for your own box. Even if Max joins the team, you won’t get this again.”

“Then you can’t have him.” Finn smiled mischievously. “He’ll only join if we get VIP every match.”

“Finn!” Owen chastised his son. Max just looked embarrassed at Finn’s brazen confidence.

Coach laughed. “I’ll tell you what, Finn. If Max… and I mean if Max chooses to join us, I will get you and your family season tickets for every home game, even for your Mum.”

“Really!” Finn screamed. “Max you have to join!”

Owen shushed his younger son, “It’s Max’s choice and don’t you dare persuade him just so you can watch 30 hunky men manhandle each other on the pitch every weekend.”

Coach sat with Owen, Finn and Max and introduced them as competition winners. “It’s how I wangled all this,” he winked and Max.

During lunch, Coach explained how the first team played their home games.

“So, you know Cockaigne is different?” Coach watched them all nod. “And nudity is not only accepted but also normal?”

“Yes,” Max said.

“Do you play naked?” Finn asked.

“No!” Coach laughed, “That would be very difficult. But like the All Blacks have their Haka, the Centaurs come out in just their boots. The other team expect them to play naked, so we imply we will. After the introductions, the team put on shirts, but they play bottomless. Cocks out. It gives them an advantage.”

“What about away matches?” Owen asked.

“Well, we have to wear shorts for that.”

“What about the youth teams?” Max asked. “Do they not wear shorts for matches.

“Generally speaking, they do wear shorts. But on occasion,” Coach carried on, “for exhibition games, they will play without them. Or at least most of the boys will.”

Finn giggled at the thought of Max playing rugby with his cock out for an exhibition match.

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