Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2018 19:25:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Juan Martinez Subject: FIRST TEAM RUGBY Chapter 2 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] CHAPTER 2 I did play for the first team. We won the game and I thought I had played pretty well. After the match Mr Taylor complimented us on our win and singled me out for particular praise. I could feel myself blushing but revelled in the glory. Back at school on Monday and the normal routine resumed. Monday afternoon was our games day and Mr Taylor and Mr Atkins were in charge. We just had training and then a match amongst ourselves and I kept thinking Mr Taylor was watching me but he didn?t do or say anything different from usual. Both Halliday and I played at scrum half against each other. After the games afternoon we all showered together as normal and it was Mr Atkins that supervised us. Mr Taylor showering in his private shower. As we were getting dressed Mr Taylor appeared. ?Halliday, Wilkins, when you?re changed, come into my office.? As most of the other boys had finished changing and were leaving, both Halliday and I entered the masters? office and changing area. ?Do you guys want some extra scrum half training after school tomorrow?? I was a bit disappointed that Halliday would be there as well, but he said he couldn?t make it as he had a music lesson. So it would be just me after all. We had a Religious Education lesson with Mr Taylor on Tuesday morning and all seemed very normal. As I was leaving the class after the lesson, Mr Taylor told me to wait behind. ?As it?s raining today I don?t think we will be able to practice outside so we can just do some gym work today.? I was ok with that as I didn?t relish the idea of getting cold and wet. The day dragged and I was unable to concentrate during my afternoon chemistry lesson wondering just what Mr Taylor had in mind for me. He had me change into my rugby kit with plimsolls and we went into the gym where we did some basic ball handling skills before he made me do some very strenuous shuttle runs and a hard work out. I was exhausted and very sweaty by the end of the half hour session. ?Come on, lad. You can shower and change in my office. No point running all the showers just for the two of us.? I was a little nervous as I gathered up my clothes and took them through to his office, changing area and shower. ?Just put your things on the bench over there and strip off your sweaty kit. You really worked up a sweat today. You did very well. Now let?s see if you can cement your place in the first fifteen this week.? I gingerly began undressing as Mr Taylor quickly shucked off all his clothes and picked up my vest and underpants and briefly sniffed at them. ?My, you have worked up a sweat today. Well done!? He then stepped into the rather cramped shower and turned on the hot water. Very soon the hot water was flowing and steam began to fill the small room. ?Come on, hurry up. I haven?t got all day. Get yourself in here and we can shower together; no point wasting the hot water.? I nervously finished undressing and stepped into the shower with Mr Taylor. There really wasn?t room for two in the small shower area and I was acutely aware of the difference in our stature. My head barely reached Mr Taylor?s chest and my small hairless frame was dwarfed by his large, manly body. He did not have a lot of body hair but his groin seemed to be a mass of curly dark hair and his penis seemed enormous compared to my tiny, hairless cocklet. We could not help but touch each other as I tried to get the hot water on my body. ?Would you like me to wash you? You must be worn out after all that exercise.? I didn?t reply or even nod but Mr Taylor poured some shampoo into his hands and began to rub it into my scalp. ?We don?t need to play silly games with the shampoo today. I?ll just give you a good all over wash, ok?? I nodded and he continued to massage shampoo into my scalp. ?Here, move away from the shower head and let me do you properly. You won?t get cold; it?s like a sauna in here? He was right; although I had never been in a sauna I guessed that they must be like this. Steam was billowing around the small room and it was getting difficult to see what Mr Taylor was doing but the head massage felt very relaxing. He told me to put my head under the spray and rinse off whilst he moved to my torso and washed over my back and chest gradually getting lower and closer to my privates. As his hands descended I could feel that I had the first stirrings of an erection and became nervous once again despite the lovely feelings he and the shower were creating in my body. Mr Taylor took a bar of soap and now rubbed over my buttocks and around my waist and down the ?v? into my hairless groin. I was now fully erect and Mr Taylor grunted his approval as he rubbed the tablet of soap around the base of my stiff penis and scrotum. He replaced the soap in the holder and standing to the side of me, with one hand he was rubbing the soap all over my groin and with the other hand he began massaging soap over my buttocks. With his left hand he retracted my foreskin revealing my tight purple head and rubbed his soapy hand all over it. With his other hand he started soaping between my buttocks and into my crack and over my bum hole. A times his hands would meet under my groin as he continued to soap over my balls and into my crack. I was loving the feelings and he moved me away from the cascading water and stood under it himself. The steam had filled the small room and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings he was creating in my body. After a few minutes of running his soapy hands all over my bum, balls and willy, he again rubbed one hand over my helmet and began slowly masturbating me. His other hand continued running up and down my crack and over my bum hole, gently applying more pressure on my bum hole before slowly forcing a finger inside me. It slipped in easily with all the soap and I gasped as it entered me and he pushed it all the way in. Then he started moving his finger around deep inside me and I felt a huge jolt as he touched somewhere that caused me to wince with pain. No?. it was pleasure. My legs felt all weak and wobbly and I could feel my orgasm approaching. ?Just relax and enjoy it.? He said. My orgasm washed over me and my legs went completely to jelly as he continued his glorious assault on my small body. I could barely stand and I reached out with both hands to support myself on the wall in the cramped shower cubicle. The warm steam and the hot water coupled with the ministrations of his fingers brought about the most intense feelings that my young body had ever experienced. My orgasm seemed to be lasting for ever before Mr Taylor gradually reduced his movements and moved me under the hot water again and slowly withdrew his finger from my arse. ?There. That was a good work out!? he exclaimed, ?You worked hard and deserved that. I think you will be playing a lot of first team rugby if you keep that up.? He gave my still hard cock a little squeeze and held me to him under the shower. He wrapped one arm around my chest and I could feel his now rock hard cock pressing into the small of my back. His free hand reached down between us and he began tossing himself off. In no time at all I heard him grunt and he pulled me closer to him and I could just make out his sperms erupting onto my back before being washed away under the spray. After he regained his composure, he reached out and turned off the shower and ushered me out of the shower back into the office area where he wrapped me in the huge, fluffy bath sheet again and slowly dried me whilst standing there naked himself. I looked down and could see his cock was still dripping sperms onto the floor. A long trail slowly dropped from his softening cock before he took up his own towel and began drying himself. ?I think you will do really well on the team,? he said, ?you have all the attributes to make a great team member. Tell me,? he enquired, ?who do you play around with? You told me last week that you have had a blow job before. Is it Payne and Thomas?? I was a little embarrassed, being asked to divulge my secrets. ?There are a few of us, but yes Payne is probably my best mate. He just lives round the corner and we often do our homework together.? ?I thought so. Maybe he would like some one-to-one coaching as well!? ?Err, I don?t know. I could ask him.? ?Oh no! Don?t worry, I will take him to one side and maybe he could join one of your intimate coaching sessions. Leave it with me. Probably best not to tell him about this. Just in case he gets a little jealous.? he laughed. ?Ok, I?m sure he would like some extra rugby coaching. He?s already said it?s not fair that I get special coaching and he doesn?t.? ?Good, then I shall arrange something for you both. Just you wait and see!? Once again Mr Taylor helped me dress before dressing himself and I left with a spring in my step and a rosy glow as I cycled the three miles home. To be Continued [maybe!!] ....... If you got this far, I'm guessing you enjoyed the story, so, please Remember to send a donation to the great folk at Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html