Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2008 01:33:27 +0100
From: Alfie Brown <storyarc@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Rugby Fuck

All the usual disclaimers apply folks. Happy reading.


Rugby Fuck


When I woke up last Saturday, it seemed like any other day. The rain was
pouring, I couldn't find my kit bag and I was running late. Same thing
happened week in, week out. Today was an important match for us. It was the
last rugby game of the season and the game that would decide whether we
came out on top of the league or in second place, and second place just
wasn't good enough.

I grabbed a quick shower and run through the house naked looking for my
things. My housemate had a tendency to clean up after me and as usual I
found my kit bag in the most random of places, this time behind the sofa. I
stuffed my kit inside, pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and made my
way out to the car to head to the ground. I had 45 minutes to spare, and
could probably be there in 15, but I needed to get changed and the coach
would no doubt want a pep talk before hand so I needed to put my foot down.

I had played for the club since I was 16 and I was now 24. Eight glorious
years had passed and I was hoping that if we got through this game with a
win, I was going to be made captain in the next season. Gareth, our current
captain was retiring and the grand old age of 32 after being battered and
bruised and spending most of his wages on new teeth to replace the ones
that kept getting beaten out of his mouth during games. He was a fine
player, and would be missed greatly, but his departure was my way in and I
needed to really prove myself this game.

When I got to the grounds, mostly everyone was in the changing rooms. I
made my way through the horde of naked and semi naked men and sat myself
down on the bench to get ready. In my rush to get my things and get out of
the house, I hadn't bothered putting any underwear or socks on. Luckily I
packed a jockstrap with my kit to put on under my shorts. I stripped off my
jeans and shirt and stood there naked for a second as Mark, my best mate on
the team came over to talk to me. The fact that I was naked went unnoticed
in a room full of nakedness and he carried on talking regardless.

"We got this today Sam" he said, tapping me on the back. "Word is your
going to be named Captain tonight, so you got to shine out there today
man."

"Well we haven't lost a game in 13 weeks, I ain't going to let it happen
today." I replied.

Mark looked at me smiling before moving on and talking to one of the guys
across the way from me. I watched as his naked arse got further away and
let out a sigh at the sight. Dale stood at well over 6 feet and was a big
strapping lad. He was a year or two older than me and I had lusted after
his body for months. He was toned in all the right places, with bulging
muscles and rippling biceps, but his arse was amazing. So firm and tight
looking, covered in hair just like the rest of him. I lost count of the
amount of times I have had to stop myself dropping to my knees and prizing
my tongue between his cheeks.

I was snapped out of my daze by the coach coming into the changing room and
clapping his hands for attention. I started putting my kit on as he rambled
on about how important today's game was. I reached for my jockstrap first,
pushing each of my toned hairy legs into the opening and pulling it up to
my waist, tucking my soft dick into it and moving it around until it sat
comfortably. I loved how my pack looked in a jock. I was only about 4
inches when soft but my balls are big and heavy and made my package look
amazing. The guys on the team often comment on it too which I love. My
shorts were next, followed by my jersey and then finally my socks, which I
pulled up just over my knees before taping them in place and pulling the
tops of them down to cover the tape. I was putting my boots on just as
coach was finishing his speech and starting t usher us onto the field. I
was the last but one to leave the changing room, with Ian running closely
behind me. He was another one of my fantasies, but I had no time to start
thinking about him now. Not with the match about to start. He slapped me
hard on the backside as we ran.

"Good luck out there Sam" he said giving me a wink, and we ran out to face
the enemy.

We got off to a bit of a rough start. The rain pelted us and we where
starting to get a bit sloppy in our approach, but after about 15 minutes we
took possession and we kept it for most of the remainder of the game. They
were our toughest opponents all season, and three of our men were taken out
with injuries. Their defence was strong. I had cuts all down my legs and my
ribs felt like they were about to pack up, but we carried on and ended up
winning the game 47-8. The coach was ecstatic and there was hot baths and
champagne waiting for us back in the changing rooms.

The coach again gave a massive speech as we all got undressed ready to head
for the baths. The corks on the champagne were popped and we all cheered
knowing we were now at the top of the league. Gareth, the current captain
gave a bit of a speech on how proud he was of all of us and how he had
loved playing with us, which garnered another loud cheer before half the
team picked him up and carried him to the baths, where we all finally got
in to soak our aching muscles.

Loud voices filled the air as everyone celebrated and talked about the
game. I was in the middle of a conversation with Mark when I suddenly
realised I hadn't brought my shirt and team tie with me today. There was no
way I was going to be able to turn up at the club house without
it. Especially if they were going to present me with the captaincy. I told
Mark, who said he had a spare shirt and tie in his locker, but it had been
there a while and it was probably going to be best I cover myself in
aftershave to mask the smell of the shorts he had left in there with
them. The thought of going out there smelling like someone's shorts didn't
entirely please me, but there was no other option available.

Mark and I got out of the bath and walked towards where the lockers were
kept. No one seemed to notice us leaving so I didn't think we would be
missed. Everyone else was to excited about the days events to pay any mind
to what we were doing anyways.

When we got to the lockers, Mark pulled out the things that I needed and
handed them to me. They actually smelled fine but my new worry was whether
the shirt would fit me. Mark, like me had a very toned and large upper
body, but my neck was really thick and always had trouble finding shirts
that fit. I grabbed someone's towel from next to the lockers and dried my
upper body before trying the shirt on. It was a very snug fit, and the neck
was a little small, but Mark assured me that the tie would hide it and I
quickly folded it and put it down next to my things.

As I was bending over to put the shirt and tie down, I was sure that Mark
was watching me, so I quickly turned around to catch his gaze. Sure enough
he was looking down at my arse and the balls hanging low between my
legs. When he saw that I had caught him, instead of looking embarrassed he
just smiled at me and put his hand towards his limp dick to rearrange it a
little. I smiled back and straightened myself up. I could feel the blood
start to rush towards my dick and I know he noticed it too, but before we
had a chance to do anything about it, the coach called and we had to go
back to the washrooms.

I hurried into the bath before anyone had a chance to see what was
happening to my dick and joined back in with the celebrations. Mark sat
opposite me, and although he was carrying on a conversation with one of the
other players, he kept glancing over at me and flashing me little smiles. I
could feel my face getting redder. This was a come on if ever I saw one. As
far as I knew, none of my team mates knew I was gay. I don't think I was
ever obvious about it and kept my cock watching at a minimum, but somehow
Mark knew. In honesty I didn't care that he did. I wasn't ashamed, it was
just unexpected. I never thought he would be interested in me in that
way. Or interested in any man for that matter.

Any doubt about what Mark wanted was put aside when I felt his foot snake
up between my legs and start to play with my balls. I prayed that no one
would notice underneath the bubbles because I had no intention of stopping
him, and I tried to carry on my conversation as though nothing were
happening. His foot rubbed up and down on my balls, making my dick hard
before he started to push it up towards my stomach, moving his foot in a
stroking motion. I contemplated returning the favour but decided to let him
do the work. I couldn't risk doing anything in case this turned out to be a
team joke that I wasn't in on.

Every now and then I would glance over and look at him. He carried on his
conversation but it didn't stop me taking in his fine form. Like most of
the guys on the team, Mark worked out nearly every day and it showed. His
body was so defined and covered in dustings of hair. He had a strong jaw
line, dotted with day old stubble and the most piercing blue eyes that you
could imagine.

He carried on rubbing his foot along my 7", moving down to the balls and
back up again, putting extra pressure on the head when he got to it. I
carried on listening to my team mate talking to me but paid no attention to
the words. I could feel my nuts start to rise and knew he was going to make
me cum. There was nothing I could do about it and I was getting close. Just
as I was about to lose my load into the tub, someone shouted something out
and the team let off a big cheer, disguising the moan that escaped my lips
as I blew my load all over my team mates foot and onto my lower stomach. He
had stopped his conversation and hadn't taken his eyes off of me while I
was coming. He shot me a big grin as he pulled his leg away from my dick
and turned to carry on his conversation.

I took a few minutes to regain my thoughts and check the room to see if
anyone knew what we had just done. We seemed to be in the clear, and as
soon as my erection subsided, I stood and exited the bath area. Some of the
men had already started to get changed and so I headed over to where my
clothes sat and started to get changed. Thoughts of the last few minutes
kept flashing through my brain but were interrupted when Mark walked into
the room. I looked over his nakedness and stared at his dick which was set
upon a nice sized ball sack and surrounded by dark pubes which climbed up
his stomach in a trail to his belly button.

He walked towards me grinning, and as bold as brass, holding his index
fingers at me like pistols, shouted, "later, fucker" before turning and
heading towards his place on the bench. I smiled at myself for a second
before paranoia set in that everyone on the team knew what I had just
done. No one seemed to be acting any differently accept for me, but I
couldn't help thinking we were busted.

I put my thoughts to the back of my head and carried on getting ready. It
didn't take us long to get our stuff together. Everyone was to eager to get
to the pub to want to hang around in the changing room. I was one of the
last to leave. Not because I wanted to hang around, but because the
thoughts of what had happened in the tub kept me from paying to much
attention to getting dressed.

When I did finally get to the pub there was a beer waiting for me on one of
the tables. I started drinking, scanning the room for Mark but there was no
sign of him. I figured he was probably in the toilets and let it slip my
mind. The day wore on quickly and before we knew it we were all quite drunk
and it was dark outside. Mark had avoided me for most of the night, only
making polite chat when he passed. I talked away with my team mates for
most of the night, slowly getting more drunk as the beer kept flowing.

When my glass was empty I headed to the bar again. I ordered my drink and
waited while the girl poured it. As I was handing over some money, Mark
came up beside me and stood there waiting. I thought he was going to order
a drink, but as soon as the girl gave me my change, he turned to me and
started talking. It was mostly stuff about the game and I couldn't believe
how nonchalant he was being about the fact he had made me shoot a load into
the communal bath this afternoon. I started to walk towards the table where
everyone was sat but Mark grabbed my arm as I did.

"Come with me." he said, tilting his head towards the door. He looked
nervous now, which made me feel a bit more confident with the situation. I
stared for a second, contemplating my decision, but then slowly turned and
started walking towards the exit. I saw him scan the room, probably to see
if anyone was watching, but everyone was to busy getting drunk to pay
attention, and within a few seconds we were out of the doors.

I didn't initiate any conversation as we walked. I didn't know what to say
to be honest. We kept walking, heading behind the club house to a dark lane
lined with garages on one side, and the club house on the other. No one
ever came down here unless they had to, so I figured whatever was going to
happen, we wouldn't get caught. He led to the wall that had the main room
of the club house on the other side. I could hear our friends chanting and
cheering and the coach talking above everyone on the microphone.

I leaned up against the wall and took a sip from the beer I was still
carrying. Mark had still not said anything and he stood in front of me
quiet, just looking at me. He looked really nervous so I decided to say
something, but as I did he grabbed me and started kissing me. I was
reluctant at first but eventually let his tongue slide into my mouth, and I
drunkenly kissed him back. The kiss lasted a few minutes and he was eagerly
exploring my mouth with his tongue. I reached one hand up and rested it on
the side of his neck, feeling his stubble on my fingers and on my lips at
the same time. He eventually pulled away and stared down at the floor.

"I'm not gay you know. Well at least, I don't think I am." he said almost
in a whisper.

"How did you know I was?" I asked.

"I didn't." he responded. "I just took a chance and hoped for the best."

"Lucky guess." I shot back at him laughing. He started to smile and I think
he felt a little more at ease. The effects of alcohol seemed to work in
reverse with this guy and whatever courage he had shown back in the
changing rooms had dissipated now we were drunk.

"I brought this." he said nervously, fishing into his pocket and then
holding out a bottle of lube.

He was older than me, only one or two years, but I couldn't help being
drawn to his innocence.  I let out a little chuckle and rested my hand on
his shoulder. The cock sure guy who had turned me into a babbling wreck
earlier on in the afternoon, was now standing with his hands behind his
back as thought he was about to get a telling off. I lifted his chin up and
as I did, he smiled at me. His soft lips calling me to kiss him again. I
leaned in, still holding his chin and pressed my lips to his.

What started out as a passionate kiss soon turned into a frenzied tongue
war. We were fighting for domination of each others mouths, exploring each
others bodies with our hands. I dropped my glass of beer to the floor and
paid him all the attention he deserved. As our hands roamed over each
others torsos, he gradually made his way down to my trousers, unbuckling
the zip and freeing my rock hard dick. Mark wasted no time in taking me
into his mouth and he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He got my
cock nice and wet and began moving his head up and down, taking me to the
back of his throat. I rested my hands on his head and guided him, making
sure not to be too rough since it was his first time sucking dick.

I let him have a little bit longer sucking on my dick before I got
impatient and decided I needed some cock of my own. I pulled him up towards
me and started at his zip, already feeling the bulge through his
trousers. I pulled the zip down and kneeled down, I slowly brought his
trousers down around his knees but left his jockstrap in place. I could see
a small wet patch where his dick had been leaking pre-cum and I let my
tongue slide over it taking in his manly smell as I did so.

I could hear him moaning as I sucked the fabric into my mouth, tasting his
juices, knowing I was driving him wild. I pushed my hand against his chest
and steadied him against the wall, but it didn't stop him from writhing
around every time my tongue brushed over his swollen gland. With my spare
hand I started to pull down the jockstrap and let his dick spring free. It
was bigger than mine by an inch or so. Maybe 8" in length. And it felt nice
and thick as I wrapped my hand around it and started to jerk and lick the
pre-cum from his piss slit.

I carried on wanking him and just taking the end of his dick into my mouth,
flicking my tongue over the head. He seemed to be enjoying it a lot so I
decided to step it up a little. I moved my hand back, pulling his foreskin
down and took the first 2 or 3 inches into my mouth. With this came a
change of pace and I was bobbing my head up and down more frantically. His
moans increased, and the louder he got, the more I would take into my mouth
on the next suck. I kept his up for about 7 minutes before I felt him start
to jerk. I knew he was about to shoot his load so I lifted my head away and
flipped him round. I made him put his arms against the wall as though he
was being frisked, and quickly nuzzled my head between his cheeks. He let
out a loud gasp as I let my tongue explore the crack of his butt and the
outside of his hole.

He kept reaching down to try and play with his cock, but I kept forcing him
to put his hands back on the wall. By now I was using one hand to prize his
firm ass cheeks apart, and licking wildly at his hole. When I pushed the
first finger up into his arse I thought he was about to start climbing the
wall. I held him in place and assured him it would feel fine in a
moment. Sure enough, his gasps quickly turned to moans and I resumed
licking and finger fucking his hole. I put another finger into him and this
time he started pushing back onto them and riding my fingers. I took this
as a good sign and so reached around and gave his dick a few quick
strokes. I didn't want him to come though so I brought my hand back and
started to jack at my own meat. When I could take it no more, I spread some
of the lube that Mark had given me across my shaft, then pulled out my
fingers to grease up his hole.

When I thought he was ready, I moved him back towards me, leaving his hands
on the wall so that he was bent over at a near 90 degree angle. I could
still hear the coach banging on about the game on the other side of the
wall and chuckled to myself at the thought of what I, the star player, was
doing in an alley behind the club house.

I started to push my dick towards Mark, and to my surprise the head went in
easily enough. I knew I would have to take it slowly though. Not just
because it was his first time, but because the thought of fucking a virgin
made me want to bust a nut. His ass was tight and he was massaging my dick
with as I eased up into him. It felt out of this world. I waited for a
little while for him to get accustomed to the feeling and as soon as he
gave me the nod I started to ease in and out of him. He moaned as I pulled
my slicked up dick out of him to the head, before pushing back into him
deeply.

I built up a good rhythm and increased the speed of my thrusts, as beads of
sweat trickled from my forehead and onto his back. We were both panting
quite loudly and I was starting to get the feeling we were being watched. I
looked around but saw nothing, so carried on fucking my studs tight hole.

"Aw fuck Sam, fuck me" Mark said, panting.

I grabbed his hips and decided to go for bust. I slammed my rock hard
fuckpiece in and out of his slippery hole as hard and fast as I could. His
hands were slapping on the wall from where my force was pulling him away
and pushing him back towards it and I knew that I was going to lose my load
in him at any time.

"Oh my god, you made me cum" Mark said breathily. "I didn't even touch my
dick."

I looked around and surely enough, mark was shooting ropes of sticky white
cum all over the wall in front of him. He was moaning loudly now and he
didn't seem to stop coming. I had never known anyone to shoot such a big
load before. I saw at least 8 shots come out of him, but the force of his
orgasm was causing him to clench around my dick and I soon had to start
paying attention to that. I picked up the pace, determined to fill his
hungry hole with my own spunk, and within seconds I could feel it.

One more thrust and that was it. I pushed into him and with a very loud
moan, unleashed jets of cum into his hole. He moaned in excitement as he
could feel me filling him up, and the more he clenched around my dick, the
more he milked into his arsehole.

I leaned down over him until my dick finally freed itself. When we stood,
he grabbed me and held me in a kiss. I let his tongue lick the inside of my
mouth but had little energy to fight back. I pulled away from him and stood
there with my trousers around my ankles, looking at the amount of cum he
had shot over the wall. From inside I could hear the coach on the
microphone again.

"I am proud to announce Sam as the new captain. Sam. Sam. Where the fuck
has Sam gone?"


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