Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2018 16:15:27 +0000 (UTC) From: Juan Martinez Subject: FIRST TEAM RUGBY FIRST TEAM RUGBY [Mb12] I'm back!! My first story for a few years. No sinister disappearance, just too busy with other things in life to sit down and be creative. Usual disclaimers apply. If you don't like sexual fantasies involving men and boys; leave this site. If you do like them and you are not breaking a law by doing so; read on. If you are breaking a law, be careful, or get the law changed. If you like this story in particular; email me at: nobus50@yahoo.co.uk and I will answer your email. Whether you like my story or not, please try and send a donation to the great folk at Nifty who provide us with an outlet for our fantasies! http://donate.nifty.org Juan FIRST TEAM RUGBY [Mb12] There was a teacher, Mr Taylor, at the boys' school I attended in the 1970s who was very friendly with the boys. He taught religious education and sport. He was a fit man, aged about 30 and was the only adult who was not frightened to mention sexual things in class. At the time I was aged 12 and really looked up to this man and respected him even though the subject he taught held absolutely no appeal to me. He was our age group rugby coach and took great delight in ensuring that we all showered after sport. The sports masters had their own shower but like many of them, he would shower with the boys. He said it was to ensure that no boy just held his head under the shower but washed properly, also he said that his private shower was cramped and cold and not very good. One day during our rugby training lesson he asked me if I would be interested in joining a couple of the other lads for a specialist scrum half lesson after school on Friday. I was very small for my age but desperately keen on rugby and scrum half was one of the few positions suitable for guys of my small stature. At the time I had not hit puberty and only just learnt about wanking but had shared mutual wanking and even sucking sessions with a few mates. Only dry comes for most of us but there was one lad who would produce a bit of watery cum at the end of a session. The extra-curricular practice session was attended by two other guys my age, Phil and Chris, both small of stature like myself. The practice session went well and I felt that I was better than the other two lads but Phil always seemed to get picked for the first XV. As we returned to the changing rooms after the practice the teacher said to me that he thought I might be good enough to play in the first team but would benefit from some one-to-one coaching and he would happily help me after school one day next week or one lunch time. I was delighted and of course accepted. The three of us were in the showers afterwards and began our horse play as we threw cold water over each other and poured shampoo over each other's heads and generally acted like twelve year olds. He came into the showers as I was on the receiving end of a half bottle of shampoo over my head, so with my eyes closed I could not see and did not know he was there. "You bastards!" I shouted, as I desperately tried to rinse the excess shampoo from my thick curly brown mop of hair without getting the stinging suds in my eyes. "I'll get you back for this." The next thing I knew was what felt like a kick in the groin but was actually just ice cold water being thrown over my privates. "Fuck off!" I exclaimed and ran towards the far end of the shower block straight into the teacher. "Now, now." He said and pulled me under one of the other shower heads. "No real need for that language. You two get rinsed off and dried and I will help Wilkins here get all that shampoo out of his hair." "But, Sir," cried Chris, "you threw the cold water over him." "I'll throw a whole bucket over you two. Now, get out and get dressed." I was mortified. Had Mr Taylor really thrown the cold water over me? I was naked, cold and had a seemingly endless amount of shampoo dripping from my scalp and into my eyes that I was frantically trying to rub away. Mr Taylor was holding me gently under the soft warm spray and massaging the shampoo from my head. I heard the other two boys chatting together as they left the showers and returned to the changing room. "Just keep still and keep your eyes closed. I'll help you rinse it all away. You've got soap suds everywhere. Don't rub your eyes, it will only make it worse. You've even got shampoo running out of your backside!" I stood under the shower head as Mr Taylor stood right next to me and continued massaging my scalp. I could feel his legs and body occasionally touching mine, and I was worried, not that I would get a stiffy, but that he was able to look at my body and I couldn't hide it from him. In fact I thought if I got a bit of a stiffy it might make me look bigger. I so wanted to impress Mr Taylor. "Just stay under the running water," he said, "I'll check on those other two. Keep your eyes shut in case there is more shampoo in your hair." I heard him leave the showers and say to the others to hurry up and finish changing and get off home. Mr Taylor returned to the showers and I peeked out of almost tightly closed lids to see him approaching. He began massaging my scalp again, more gently this time and I was sure all the shampoo had now been rinsed off. "Do you think he's going to bum him?" I heard Chris say as the boys were leaving the changing rooms. "I heard that!" Mr Taylor shouted after them. "Any more of that talk and you'll get the slipper. Now beat it!" I was now alone with Mr Taylor in the showers. He continued rinsing water through my hair and very gently ran his fingers across my closed eyes. "There, that should be better. Now for the rest of you. He then moved his hands down my torso; one at the back and one at the front. He continued gently rinsing away the last remnants of soap suds from my body and continued down with his hands and I felt one hand reach the top of my buttocks. "Turn around," He said, "and I'll rinse all the soap from here." As he ran his hand over my buttocks. I complied and he now placed both hands on my buttocks massaging them gently and pulling them apart to allow the water to run between them. He traced a line between my cheeks and deep into the crease of my buttocks and over my tight anus and beyond. I nearly jumped out of my skin as his finger passed delicately over my anus. His fingers continued until they had reached my little ball sack before he stepped back a fraction. "Right now turn round and let's do the front. Come on, don't be shy. You've got nothing I haven't seen before." I turned slowly until I was facing him, my eyes still smarting from all the soap and I could barely see him for all the steam. Mr Taylor then massaged, or rinsed, down my abdomen and my groin and around my penis and testicles. If I thought the touch of his finger on my anus was a surprise, it was nothing compared to this. I was sure I was going to get an erection and suddenly wished that the water would turn cold. Mr Taylor continued washing the soap from my groin and then.......I could not believe it. He took my penis between thumb and finger and pulled back my foreskin. "We need to make sure you are soap free here or it will be really sore later." He then began gently running his fingers over the head of my penis and around the corona. This was too much and I could feel my penis stiffening as I held my breath. His other hand went down to cup and gently play with my balls. "You've got a nice set here, Wilkins." He said as his fingers continued to rub around my glans, over my balls and back further over my perineum and slowly back in between my buttocks and over my anus again. "Are you spunking yet?" he asked, "I know some of the bigger boys are." I shook my head. "Don't worry, you will be soon. How often do you masturbate?" I didn't know what to say, I just stood there; water cascading over my body and my favourite teacher playing with my cock, balls and arse! "I know you do masturbate. All boys and men do, despite what they may say. You won't be the first one that's done it in these showers." He continued to gently play with me. My eyes still tightly screwed shut. I thought if I couldn't see what was happening then maybe it wasn't happening, and they were still a bit sore. "You can probably open your eyes now." Mr Taylor removed the hand from under my balls and ever so gently rubbed across my closed eyes. I could feel his body against mine, all manly and strong and I slowly opened my eyes to see him standing there smiling. I tried not to, but couldn't help looking down to see his naked body under the cascading water and his penis was much bigger than I had seen it on previous occasions. He was not fully erect like I was but he was well over half way there. He must really be enjoying this water rinsing charade. "Come on, we need to get going; the caretaker will be along soon." He moved away from me and reached to turn off the water. "Grab your things and we'll dry off and get changed in my office." I dutifully followed his command; wrapped a towel around my midriff, threw my dirty clothes into my bag and picked up my clean uniform and shoes following Mr Taylor into his office. He was naked and towelling himself dry not caring at all that I could now see his naked body and semi hard penis. If anything he was deliberately displaying himself to me. "You know, I'm sure you could be the first team scrum half, Wilkins. You are a good player but Halliday is good too. You just need to make sure that you are number one; and after today I think you might just make it. It's all about being teacher's pet isn't it?" "I suppose so." I said rather non-committedly, not really knowing what he meant but thought it best to agree. "Here, let me get you dry. You'll take ages with that postage stamp of a towel." He reached into a large hold-all and pulled out a huge fluffy white bath sheet and wrapped it round me, rubbing over my hair and upper body. He was still naked and his penis was still half hard. I was also now erect again under the towel but I didn't think he could see it. "You know, if you make the right moves you could be first team scrum half tomorrow." I nodded, still not too sure what he meant. The right moves I assumed he was talking about were on the pitch. He began towelling lower and started to rub my buttocks and groin. "See you are making the right moves. You've got another erection." He slipped a hand under the towel and once again took hold of my penis, now there was no mistaking what he was doing. He was openly masturbating me and I realised what he meant with his earlier comments. "You can touch it, you know. It won't bite. I know you really want to. To cement that place in the first team." I tentatively reached out and put my small hand around his thick penis. It was so much larger than mine and I could barely get my little hand around the shaft. Almost immediately it began stiffening further and within seconds he was fully erect. He continued slowly masturbating me with a finger and thumb as the huge towel opened but remained over my shoulders. I got a little freaked out by his erection and moved my hand away. Mr Taylor, however continued and with his other hand began caressing my balls that were hanging loosely in their small sack. "Have you ever had a blow job?" he asked. I nodded slightly, "Good, so you'll enjoy this." And he got down on his knees and took my whole erect penis straight into his mouth. He reached around behind me with both hands and grabbed my buttocks and began man handling them, squeezing and rubbing them. His fingers going into my crack and pulling my buttocks apart and he slid his finger over my anus again. I flinched and all the while he kept sucking on my little spike. He pulled away and looked up at me. "Would you like me to put my finger up your arse?" I found my voice, "I'm not sure." I replied. It was all I could say. I was getting a little worried about things now. Whilst the feelings he had been generating in my boyhood were more than just pleasurable, I was worried by Chris's comment that he might want to bum me and the idea of that was not one I was ready to contemplate. "You will definitely be in the first team and I know you will enjoy it." He said. I was unable to find my voice again and he reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. Not an uncommon find in a rugby changing room but this was not to smear on my thighs for a rugby match. He put his finger in the jar and took a large dollop of Vaseline on his index finger. He leant forward and took my steel hard spike back in his mouth and nudged my legs apart a little more whilst reaching through between them with his hands. He pulled my buttocks apart and ran his greased index finger along my crack and over my anus. He began slowly circling my anus and gently applying pressure on my tight ring. The feelings he was producing in my erect cock were building and I was worried that he would make me cum and be disappointed that there would be no sperms. His finger was gradually applying more pressure to my sphincter and the feelings were all good. As I got closer to my dry orgasm he pulled off my cock and looked up at me. "Bend down and let me kiss you. You'll enjoy that. I bet you've never been kissed properly before. It will be good practice for your first girlfriend." I bent down a little and he knelt up and kissed me full on the lips. His lips were all wet with saliva and his mouth was open and his tongue pressing at my lips as his finger pressed at my back door. I was glad he thought I wanted kissing practice for a girlfriend. He obviously didn't think I was queer. Without realising it, I had opened my mouth a fraction and Mr Taylor had pushed his tongue into my mouth and was now tickling my tongue with his. My little boy cock was stiffer than it had ever been before and Mr Taylor edging me was another completely new experience. I desperately wanted release and hopefully before he made me do something that I didn't want to do or might later regret. Mr Taylor had replaced his lips around my penis with his hand again and was busily masturbating me whilst kissing me and toying with my anus. His finger at my back door was now pressing harder and beginning to get a little painful. His kissing was becoming more passionate. He broke the kiss and lifted me onto the small couch in his office that was there ostensibly for first aid treatment for injured sports players but Mr Taylor had other ideas. He squeezed on to the couch next to me and I could feel his manly body pressed up against mine and I could feel his erect cock pushing at my hip. He manoeuvred us so that I was lying on my side facing him and he leant in and kissed me again, taking hold of my cock once more between thumb and one or two fingers. With his other hand he pulled my arm so I had no choice but to place my hand around his shaft. It felt different to mine or my mates' cocks; thicker of course, but although hard it was softer too. He was also leaking pre cum from the tip and it had run down over his shaft. I had heard about pre cum and knew what it was but this was the first time I had ever felt some. It was so very slippery I didn't realise that it would be quite such a good lubricant. "Here, toss me off as well." He said, "Have you ever seen any of your mates spunking?" I shook my head, "Well this will be an important part of your education. Don't be frightened when it happens." I began to slowly pull at his penis and pulled the foreskin back to reveal his swollen purple glans covered in pre cum. I rubbed my little hand over his slimy head and he moaned gently. "That's nice. Very nice. I will be shooting my sperm in no time if you keep doing that! Just rub it up and down a bit as well. Just like you do to yourself. Or your friends!" I began alternating between rubbing over the head and slowly pulling his foreskin back and up to produce more pre cum. Mr Taylor meanwhile was doing something similar to my engorged head and he leant forward and kissed me deeply again. Now, with his free hand and greased finger he began attacking my arse hole once again. His strokes were becoming more forceful and he would linger longer over my hole and apply more pressure. It was an odd sort of pain. It was definitely painful but pleasurable at the same time. Especially as he was rubbing all over my rock hard cock and kissing me deeply. And then it happened. His finger slid past the tight ring of muscle and entered me. I pulled away from his kiss, let go of his erection and gasped in pained surprise only to find no real pain at all. Mr Taylor pushed further, squeezing more of his digit inside me. Then he pulled it slowly back out. Not all the way, I could still feel that it was inside me and he pushed it forward again before withdrawing it completely and kissing me again. Next he had reinserted his finger and began to slowly finger fuck my arse. It was painful, I was sure of that but a good pain and I was very close to coming. Mr Taylor had momentarily stopped masturbating me and brought my hand back to his cock and I began tossing him off again. My breathing was becoming tighter and I was getting that lovely feeling that I was going to orgasm very soon. Mr Taylor's finger was alternating between finger fucking my virgin arse and groping around inside me which felt awesome. He was rubbing all around my head and then it hit me! Wow!! Did it hit me!?!? My whole body seemed to go into spasm and shook as waves of orgasmic pleasure flowed over and through my little body. Mr Taylor roughly pushed my hand away and began tossing himself off very fast and mere seconds later I felt his sperm shooting onto my belly and running down onto the couch. He continued shooting and semen was running all over my abdomen and pooling on the couch below me. Mr Taylor broke the kiss and breathed deeply. Eventually exhaling into my face. "That, my boy, was a very good first lesson in grown up sex. No need to ask if you enjoyed that." His finger was still groping around inside me and making me cum again and again in a series of mini orgasms. Eventually he withdrew his finger and wiped it on a nearby towel before wiping at the pool of semen on the couch and then tenderly wiping me clean of his sperms. I was mentally exhausted and could not or dared not move until Mr Taylor gently lifted me to my feet and dabbed at the last remaining semen on my body that had rundown the 'v' into my groin. "Definitely first team material! You will have to come to another practice session next week, yes?" I nodded slowly and reached for my clothes. "Here, let me help you." Mr Taylor rummaged around in my pile of clothes and found my small underpants and held them out for me to step into them then did the same with my trousers. He reached across the room and began to dress himself as I reached for my socks and shoes. "No, let me do that. You've been a very good boy, let me dress you." He reached down and pulled my socks on and I slid into my shoes which he laced for me. Then helped me into my shirt before buttoning it up and helped me into my blazer. He turned me around and stood behind me whilst he tied my tie and pulled me into his bare chest. "You really have been a very good boy. But if you want to keep your place in the team, you will have to come back again for another lesson in kissing. Remember there is nothing queer about what we just did but probably best not to tell anyone in case they don't understand." I nodded and smiled up at him before he opened the door and ushered me out into the cool autumnal air. I still had a warm post orgasmic glow but my mind was in turmoil. It had felt wonderful and Mr Taylor had said it wasn't queer but he had put his finger in my bottom. But the usual guilt after orgasm was setting in. Then a thought hit me and I smiled to myself as I got on my bike to cycle home. I was going to be in the first team tomorrow after all!!! To be Continued [maybe!!] ....... 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