Date: Sat, 11 Apr 2015 15:33:18 +0100
From: Alfie <storyarc@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Rugby Fuck Part 3

It's been 6 years since the last update to this story, so rather than just
continue on from where we left off I'm going to bring the story up to the
present day and fill in the blanks.

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Rugby Fuck Part 3

My time as captain was coming to an end. Priorities had changed over the
last few years and it was a commitment I couldn't keep up with. This, my
6th season, was going to be my last.

Mark and I were still good friends, though our sexual encounters had
fizzled out over time. As hot as it was to bring Dale into the mix, things
just got complicated. My feelings for Mark deepened and I didn't want to
share him, but he didn't feel the same way in return. He wouldn't allow
himself to. Discussions had been had but he wasn't willing to commit
because he wasn't willing to come out and out of respect for me didn't want
to force me to hide behind closed doors for the sake of trying to have some
sort of relationship with him. I think he also enjoyed playing around.

It took me a while to get over it, but over time the feelings passed and we
settled back in to being friends. Neither of us really talked about our
encounters and we swore Dale to secrecy too, which wasn't difficult because
he moved away halfway through the following season. We carried on just as
we had before. Friends who appeared straight to the outside world. I'd had
my fair share of sex since then, but nothing serious enough to warrent
coming out and telling the world I liked cock.

About 18 months ago Mark had taken a bad tackle during a game and he was
out cold. When he came to in the hospital the doctors told him that
although he would be fine with no visible effects, he'd severely weakened
his pelvic bone and the recommendation was to quit the game, and so that's
what he did. It was hard for him, but he knew it was for the best and after
a few months of licking his wounds he started coming out to support us
during our matches.

I'm a great captain. It sounds boastful, but it's true. I work had to coach
the team and get them all match fit and ready to go and since I had taken
over charge of the team we had a 92% win rate with an average 21 point lead
across games. As a result club revenue went up, sponsorship deals came in,
we toured in France and Germany and for the first time in years we actually
had to turn people away as the main team, reserves, B-side and all other
positions around the club were completely filled.

Tom had been playing for the Under 21s when he caught my eye. His speed,
agility, focus and drive was evident in every match I saw him play and when
I new he was coming up for release I made a beeline to get him onto the
team. It didn't take much schmoozing though because he admitted that he
planned on trying out for us anyway and never expecting to be
'headhunted'. I skipped all the formal processes and within a fortnight he
was officially on the team.

When I first met Tom my thoughts and opinions were completely professional,
but after 2 days of seeing him in the changing rooms he started to get my
attention for other reasons. He was just shy of his 22nd birthday and he
had the body of a fully fledged man. He was broad shouldered which came
down into a thick midsection. His thighs were beefy and muscular and in
perfect proportion to his torso. His arms were thick and rounded in all the
right places. This wasn't just a rugby body. He obviously put in a lot of
hours at the gym as well. What I loved about his body was the hair. All the
guys on the team seem to preen and prune to within an inch of their lives
these days, but Tom had a chest filled with reddy blonde hair which didn't
rall into a treasure trail, but instead covered his six pack all the way
down to his pubes. It was obviously trimmed, but it still looked manly and
rugged. His armpits were left natural and his legs were too. His bubble
butt, which was perhaps the most beautiful I had ever seen had a layer of
fur over it too and I was aching to see how hairy his hole was. He was by
no means an ape man, just perfectly hairy in a beautifully natural way.

For the most part he kept his jockstrap on and when we were in the showers
he tended to face away from the group so I hadn't yet had a chance to
properly scope out his package, but after that second day in the changing
rooms I imagined how long and thick it would be while I jacked off at home.

After a week or so of training with us Tom approached me to say he was
nervous about his game. While he was a strong player and knew what he was
doing, he was now part of a larger collective of strong players and didn't
want to be the loose link in the chain. He asked if he could have some
extra training and I agreed to help him out.

The following Thursday Tom and I met up to go through a practice
session. The rain was terrible, the field was soggy and the floodlights
were out so it was near total darkness, but we pressed on all the sam. I
had him out on the field using the drivers and practicing his
kicking. There wasn't much that I could do with just him and I wasn't all
that sure that he needed anything more than a confidence boost, but I had
him go through the motions anyway and finished off with a couple of laps of
the pitch. We chatted as we ran and he told me a bit about himself and the
talk turned to the game and his nerves. I made a joke about transferring
him to the netball team instead and he gave me a little playful shove. I
shoved him back, probably a little too hard because he lost his footing and
went sideways into the muddy field. I ran over to where he was laying,
treading carefully so that I didn't fall and apologised for being a bit
rougher than I meant to. I leaned down to give him a hand up but he grabbed
me and pulled me over his head, landing me flat on my back in the muck.

He howled with laughter as the pelting rain came down harder, soaking us
both and making the mud run down our clothes and skin. He made a comment
about beating the 'old man' and there was no way I was going to let that
pass. I maybe be older, but I'm only 29 and I can still hold my own. Time
to teach the little bastard a lesson. I spun around quickly and tackled him
to the ground. We were both laughing and the mud and rain was making it
difficult to grip him but I still managed to pin him down. He kicked his
leg out, catching me at the back of the leg and tipping me sideways into
the dirt. He straddled on top of me quickly, pinning my arms down with his
knees. I struggled, but it was hard to get steady enough to topple him off
me. The second I saw the chance I wormed free, throwing him face down and
pinning his arm behind his back. We were soaked through and brown with mud
from head to toe. He stopped laughing and I was worried I had hurt him so I
let go, but as soon as I did he flipped me back over onto my back and
climbed on top of me. He held my arms down but instead of tightening his
grip to pin me in place, he used them to steady himself as he leaned down
and kissed me.

I was already hard from the play fighting and I think he was too, but I was
still taken aback by how forthright he was being. Not that I let that stop
me. I kissed back, but I wanted the upper hand so I rolled him over and got
on top. My tongue slid in and out of his mouth as he ground his cock
against my leg. He reached his hand into my shorts and grabbed my cock
through my jockstrap. He turned himself over on the ground so that he was
lying on his front and he pulled the back of his shorts down, revealing his
hairy ass to me. It was clean in contrast to the rest of him which was
covered in mud and it looked perfect.

"Fuck me", he said and I didn't need asking twice. I leaned down close to
his ass, inhaling his sweaty scent as I poked my tongue out and probed for
his hole. I found the sweet spot and it tasted amazing. I darted my tongue
in and out, getting it nice and wet before pulling down the front of my
shorts and freeing my pulsing dick. Precum had started pooling under my
foreskin, which I peeled back and rubbed along his ass for extra lube. He
pushed his ass in the air as he felt my helmet push against his willing
hole. He pushed back and I thrust forward, popping into him quite easily
and sliding my shaft in all the way. He moaned as my balls hit his ass and
I started thrusting in and out of him, fucking him into the dirty sodden
ground.

I found a good rhythm, egged on by his moans, and I fucked him hard and
fast. I was reaching around and jacking his dick as I did, which was hard
and covered in wet mud. I grabbed onto his hair, pulling him back deeper
onto my throbbing prick and his face closer to mine and I kissed his neck
as I held him there. I could feel his cock thicken in my hand and I knew he
was about to lose his spunk so I fucked harder and deeper and jacked him
even faster, determined to give him a mind blowing orgasm. He started
panting and moaning loudly and he shouted 'fuuuuuuck' as ropes of sticky
cum shot out of his cock and landed on the dark ground. I carried on
pumping his arse as the remainder of his load leaked out of his dick. He
clenched hard around my cock and I couldn't hold it any longer. I held on
to him tightly as I rammed my cock into him again and again before I
started spewing my cum deep into his ass. It was one of the most intense
orgasms I had ever had and I was certain they would have been able to hear
my grunts from the other side of the pitch.

I fell down beside him, worn out. He'd definitely gotten in some practice
tonight, that was for sure. As the rain started to ease off slightly we got
ourselves together and headed back towards the changing rooms. When we got
there we headed for the showers and began to clean off. Now, in the light,
I could see him properly for the first time. His dick had felt big in my
hands but it looked magnificent up close. It was about 5 inches long, soft,
uncut and thick. Really thick. I don't know why I hadn't paid much
attention to it when I was jacking him, but it was easily as thick soft as
mine was hard, and mine was by no means small. I reached out and felt it,
which I think surprised him, and it started to grow in my hand. At full
hardness we was over 9 inches long and thick like a coke can, and all I
wanted to know was how it would feel in my ass!

We washed each other down, paying careful attention to all of our sensitive
areas. We were both hard and ready to go again, but I didn't want to rush
it like before.

"Can I come back to yours?', he asked, and I nodded my approval. He smiled,
knowing he was in for a fun night. Before we left the showers I got down on
my knees and took his long cock to the back of my throat. He might not be
fucking me yet, but I can at least know how good it feels to fill my
mouth. I almost gagged at the thickness but I found a rhythm and sucked his
beautiful dick while slipping a finger into his hairy hole. I moved my head
up and down the shaft, flicking my tongue across his piss slit every time I
reached the top. He held on to my head, guiding me as I swallowed his
length. I picked up my speed and put a second finger into his ass. He was
moaning against the shower wall as I used my other hand to jack the base of
his dick, leaving my tongue to take care of the head. He moaned out load
and then squirted a huge wad of cum into my mouth. I swallowed it back and
prepared for the rest, drinking it as it flowed out of his dick. He was a
big cummer and I couldn't take it all, so some escaped and ran out of my
mouth and down my chin. When I pulled away he grabbed me, licking his cum
from my lips before kissing me deeply.

"Come on" he said. "Let's finish this at your place".

We dressed, locked up and headed back to mine. And what a night it was.

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