Date: Fri, 30 Jan 2009 17:09:13 +0000
From: Jeff Morgan <jeffmrgn0@googlemail.com>
Subject: Stephen

It was a cold, dark December afternoon as Stephen gave up the battle
against the fading light and trudged off the rugby field.  He had stayed
longer than the rest of the first XV because he was the captain, wanted to
set an example and had been practising his place kicking.  Pleasantly tired
he came into the changing rooms to the familiar smell of leather, sweat and
grass and started to take his muddied boots off and get undressed.

He was surprised to hear the showers running and see the steam coming out
since he assumed everyone else would have gone to prep a while ago and
wondered idly who it might be. Roughly he pulled off his rugby shirt,
shorts, jock-strap and socks and tossed them vaguely in the direction of
his bag.  Grabbing his old towel and soap he pushed open the swing doors of
the showers and went in.

For a moment he could barely see through the steam but immediately felt the
warmth envelop his body.  The showers were not that great to be honest;
there were only four of them along two sides of the wall and this
restriction led to races to be first when coming off the field with the
other lads.  However, they made up in sheer water volume and temperature,
what they lacked in extent.

As his eyes grew accustomed to the steam, he made out the smaller body of a
junior boy in the corner under one of the showers, his back turned away at
an angle.  He could see the boy had blond curly hair which was soaking and
matted against his head and his slender body was tanned, revealing a white
bum where his swimming trunks had presumably been.  The boy seemed unaware
of his presence and at first Stephen thought he was rubbing the front of
his body down with soap.

Stephen hung up his towel and got under the shower, giving an involuntary
gasp as the hot water hit his head and shoulders.  This slight sound or
movement betrayed his presence to the other boy who started in surprise,
turning slightly towards Stephen who immediately saw that the boy had in
fact been masturbating and not soaping himself down. For a second the boy's
mouth fell open, his hand remaining on his erect penis as he froze in
embarrassment.

"Didn't mean to frighten you" said Stephen gazing down at the junior who
seemed to have shrunk into the corner.

"It...it...it's alright" stammered the boy.  "I'm sorry...really
sorry...you won't tell anyone will you?"

"No, of course not" said Stephen enjoying the situation and getting a
little excited himself.  "Your secret's safe with me."

`You're Watkins aren't you...Stephen Watkins, first XV captain?" said the
young boy recovering himself a little and turning back slightly towards
Stephen.

Stephen continued soaping himself down rubbing plenty onto his own
genitals, under his arms, around his own bum and back to his penis to which
he gave a bit more attention than usual.  He felt the boy's eyes upon him,
or rather on his own growing penis.

"Yes that's right."

"I've seen you play, you're full-back aren't you?  I think you're terrific.
You had a great game last Saturday against St Brendan's."

Stephen was beginning to enjoy this.  The attention and adulation of the
younger boy, the warmth of the shower and smell of soap were a heady mix
and his own prick was getting hard as he continued soaping it, pointing
towards the blond boy who was now turned fully towards him.

"Come here" said Stephen roughly.

Meekly the younger boy obeyed and now stood by Stephen under the next
shower.  Stephen reached down around the boy's shoulders and pulled him
closer, rubbing soap over the boy's back.  He had beautifully smooth skin,
and his hand slid effortlessly across his back, his shoulders and down to
his bum.  Stephen soaped his hand further and rubbed over the boy's soft,
rounded cheeks allowing his fingers to play in the crack and eventually to
lightly touch his little rosebud. A little more pressure allowed his
lubricated finger to slip inside.

The boy gasped.  His mouth opened slightly and face turned upwards towards
Stephen.  Water trickled across his beautiful face.

"You like that don't you?" said Stephen, looking down at the boy's own
prick standing out stiffly.  The boy nodded. "Suck me, now!"

Dutifully the boy obeyed, knelt down and took Stephen's prick into his
mouth.  "He's done this before" thought Stephen as the boy carefully
swallowed as much of his prick as his little mouth could take at first.
Stephen was amazed that the boy carried on swallowing until his nose was
right against Stephen's belly.  As he started to gag, Stephen grabbed the
blond head with his hands and started fucking the boy's throat.  The
feeling was exquisite, warm, soft against his hardness and the boy's eyes
looked up at Stephen.

"Stop or I'll come" said Stephen, pulling away.  He then knelt down to
return the favour to the boy.  The boy was smaller than Stephen and he
easily took all of his prick into his mouth.  The boy had no pubic hair to
speak of and tasted wonderfully; he easily swallowed all of the boy's cock
until his nose touched his soft body. Stephen reached around the boy's bum,
pulled the cheeks apart and played with his anus while sucking hard and
rhythmically.  The third finger on his right hand slid deeper into the
young boy's bum and he heard moans of pleasure from above as the boy's
prick seemed to throb in his mouth.

"I think I'm going to come...I'm coming" cried the boy as he pushed his
prick further into Stephen's mouth.  Suddenly the boy gave a cry and
Stephen felt him ejaculate into his mouth, exploding into his throat.  He
swallowed without thinking whether he should, or not, it just seemed the
right thing to do.  This seemed to take minutes, but in reality seconds,
while Stephen carried on sucking rhythmically, cleaning off the remaining
cum from the boy's softer penis.

His knees were sore so Stephen stood up, put his arms around the boy, whose
face was turned up to him and kissed him on the lips with the water still
gushing down from the shower.  Their tongues explored each other's and
Stephen let some of the cum pass into the boy's mouth which was gratefully
swallowed with a little moan.

With his right hand under the boy's bum, still kissing, Stephen lifted him
off the floor and carried him into the corner of the shower.  He put both
is strong arms under the boy's legs and lifted him easily until he was at
the right height, wedged into the corner.

"Don't hurt me will you?" said the blond boy nervously.

 "It might hurt a bit at first but you'll love it."

At first Stephen missed, so smooth and soapy was his bum, but after a while
his prick found its mark.  The boy had a beautiful bottom and Stephen's
penis pushed against the tight entrance before easing past the muscle.  The
boy cried out and squeezed Stephen tightly as he entered, but there was no
going back now.  The boy was incredibly tight and despite all the soap, the
friction made Stephen's prick hot as he thrust in and out of the boy's
anus.

Soon the boy relaxed and his face, water streaming through the blond hair,
showed pleasure as he joined in the rhythm.  His arms were tightly around
Stephen's neck and his legs around his waist.

"Oh yes, yes, fuck me" moaned the boy, his lips pressed close to Stephen's
ear.

This was the only trigger Stephen needed.  He knew he was going to come and
nothing in the world could have prevented it.  He felt himself pumping into
the boy's bum in an explosion of delight and release mingled with the boy's
cries.

Gradually it subsided.  They kissed, Stephen sucked the boy's tongue and
kissed his neck and eyes.  Exhausted they slumped to the floor, a tangle of
limbs in the steam.


All feedback gratefully received.  Do I continue?