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I was just 18 and fresh from school and my passionate interest was
cycling, at least I thought it was! I guess I used to like it because I liked the feeling of being out in the fresh air and keeping fit.
To smell the scent of summer and feel the rush of air past my body was
what excited me. If it was at all warm and sunny, in fact any excuse,
I would take off my shirt and I was often only clad in very brief
shorts.
I would plan weekend trips starting Saturday morning and getting home
Sunday evening. The trick was to find a good half way point to set up
my little tent for the overnight stop. There were plenty of places where you could camp but it was best if there were some facilities like a wash house etc. There were
recognized sites in guide books but they were few and far between.
On the occasion I'm going to tell you about - and it was some
occasion! - I had set off on Friday evening just after getting back
from work. This journey was to be a longer one, at least that was the
plan!
The first night stop was a place I had known about some time as it was
a sort of sports club with playing fields. Someone had told me you
could camp and make use of the facilities. It was late September - the fall as you Transatlantic guys would say - the weather was really warm and when I got there was a rugby practice game in progress on one of the pitches.
I was in no real hurry so stood watching (just in shorts) for a while
from the touch line before putting up my tent. Presently there was a brief pause
in the game and one of the players came over and greeted me with a big
smile saying it was nice to have a spectator.
"You're the crowd" he said. "Give us a cheer now and again!".
I asked about who to see about camping and he just said I could set up
anywhere and as he ran off to rejoin the game shouted back.
"See you later in the shack!"
I went and set up tent and returned to watch the game. I was a bit
hungry but these big guys fascinated me. At school none of my peers
were as big and muscular. I had wondered a bit about what the 'shack' was but assumed it to be the clubhouse, which did look as if it could do with a lick of paint.
I was having a great time cheering everyone on regardless of which
team and this lead to a few jovial reproaches from opposing sides and
a lot of good-humoured banter. There was one guy who scored at least
three tries who I have not the slightest difficulty remembering. He
had very powerful legs and could outrun most of the others. If he got
hold of the ball he was very difficult to stop because if anyone tried
to tackle him he seemed to have a way of hurling them aside with one
thrust of his massive left arm.
Then finally the referee's whistle went and they all seemed to converge towards me.
What was my name; why was I on my own; what was I doing later on etc.
"Hey we're off to the showers! Why not come and join us?"
I just followed them in without thinking. Once inside everyone stripped off
completely naked. There were two teams of fifteen players two linesmen
two extras and the Referee. 35 big hulking guys all around soaping
themselves in this communal shower. I was naked too of course and it
was very hot and steamy. I couldn't help noticing that their cocks
were getting bigger and stiffer and there was no doubt that I was the
centre of attraction.
One of them had found an excuse to start soaping the lower part of my
back saying that he thought there was an oil mark on me. It caused a
lot a of laughter as others pointed out it was just my brown skin
above my very white buttocks. Others were not slow to join in the
attempt to \lquote help\rquote me. A couple of other players came over from another
shower.
"Wow what have we got here! not an orgy I hope!"
It was Brian team captain trying to call the situation to order. He started apologizing to me and said he hoped I wasn't offended.
"No not at all" I said.
Then he said the trouble was that as well as being a good sport I had a 'fucking nice ass'. Someone else added that it was at least as good as any chick's.
There was a lot of laughter and good humour about the whole exchange.
I suppose most young lads of my age would have been extremely
embarrassed by the whole situation. I cannot recall feeling that way
at all. On the contrary I felt hugely flattered by all this attention.
I was not sure how things were going to develop (It was before AIDS
had become an epidemic). I wasn't really concerned but then this big guy who had scored all the tries came over and said something like.
"Strikes me there's a lot of talking over here and not much action!".
His manner was very direct and a little bit aggressive. Ian was staring
me in the eyes and I couldn't help noticing his massive cock sticking out
almost horizontal but slightly up. His huge thigh muscles gav
e him speed. His massive broad shoulders strong arms made him a formidable rugby forward. All the players had been all covered in mud but now they were clean, soapy and superbly nude. Looking around me it was like being in an art gallery containing the mo
st beautiful bodies you could imagine.
Brian the team captain suggested Ian was being a bit presumptive and maybe I didn't
want his attentions. But I remember Ian saying in flash:
"It's not a matter of what he wants, it's what he needs, and that's what he's going to get!"
As he said this he was soaping my ass and working his fingers into my anus. Suddenly I felt him grab my arms from behind.
"Now you beauty! I'm going to fuck that lovely big smooth baby bum of yours. Wow don\rquote t you need it!!\'94
As he said this his big hands restrained my elbows and all I could see of him was his hairy forearms. I should never have been surprised when it happened specially after
what he just said, but I was so young and innocent I still didn't
really expect it. Even the pressure on my anus didn't alert me to
what was really happening. Until now I had only been fingered and I was enjoying what I thought was more of the same forgetting that his hands were elsewhere!
Then I felt a sharp but quick pain as my sphincter yielded to his powerful hood as
his huge penis gained entry to my virgin ass. Everyone was standing around me watching me being penetrated. Suddenly I felt the full force of his cock right up inside me. As he drove it in to the hilt I felt the fury mass of his pubic
hairs against my buttocks. He was ramming his powerful prick into every recess of my rectum. I was overwhelmed. I couldn't think of anything else. He had taken charge of me. I wanted to submit to his strong body and I was bending right down as he pumped
h
is shiny shaft in and out of my ass. I don't know how long it went on before he started orgasming. I could feel and hear the sound as this huge hot piston surged in and out. Then when he started to cum it was massive!! I suddenly felt this huge sensation
as he began to spurt his hot cum fluids up my bottom. He had scored again shouting \lquote Yes! Yes!\rquote
as he squirted into my rectum. Eventually as he shot his last jack up me he let out a deep groan and withdrew the whole length of his thick slimy dick. Briefly I felt lonely as I felt my sphincter was able close again.
Not for long though!! Everybody wanted get to work on me after that!
\'93Hey, hang on!! He can\rquote t take all of us. For fucks sake his ass will be red hot!!\'94
Brian was genuinely concerned for me as obviously, looking back (it didn\rquote
t seem so at the time), it is hard to imagine inviting so many randy sex crazed guys up your ass. But all I wanted at the time to feel the next hot cock coming up my back passage. What Brian didn\rquote t know was that, although I was
genuine virgin when it came to sex with other guys, I had a huge collection of dildos at home and used them to masturbate my prostate sometimes for hours. I was well experienced in working them inside my ass and getting multiple orgasms.
But Brian\rquote s remonstrations fell on deaf ears and I could find no inclination to resist.
All 35 guys fucked me up my bottom in the space of about half an hour!, or that's what it seemed. The more I got fucked the more slimy and juicy my anus felt and these hard rigid cocks just slipped inside me so easily.
As each pumped his load up me I was sucking the next beautiful hard cock as these big massive rugby boys queued up to fuck my ass. I was very careful not to overdo it just gently licking their hoods and giving each pink
knob a gentle suck leaving some saliva on their tips.
Immediately one guy pulled out the next thick rock hard pole would be up me shafting my ass with so much vigour you wouldn't have thought they had just played a hard match. They were each so excited a
fter watching my ass taking the previous guy few managed more than two or three strokes until they lost control and shot their load up me flooding my bottom with more sperm laden spunk. These big guys were amazingly virile and each wave of hot cum felt li
k
e the force of a flowing tide! All I could see around were powerful hairy muscular thighs over which towered powerful bodies and massive hard cocks. They were so close to my face sometimes I was sucking two guys at once and I got close up views of each sm
ooth rounded pink hood glistening in the moist light. It seemed the tiny holes in the centre had dilated slightly in readiness to screw me and spunk my boy bum.
At the end of the session in the changing rooms I reckon I had a well over 200mls (almost half
a pint) of their beautiful thick virile semen up my rectum. In the background I could see the guys who had just finished fucking me going over to shower, their thick meaty cocks dripping spunk and dangling like fire hoses after a hard day\rquote s work.
After that I was invited to join them in the bar.
"Hey where's your shirt?" someone said amid laughter as I was just
wearing only shorts. More laughter as I was read the club rule about dress in the bar. At the same time as someone put a shirt on me another guy removed my shorts and pants.
"No mention about these in the rules!"
I had just been presented with a beer and was very aware of the cool air on my naked buttocks and genitals as all eyes turned to admire my nude body. I was leaning over the bar taking my first sip as Ian came over and ran his fingers into my crack:
"How does it feel to have an ass full of rugby men\rquote s fuck!?"
I was having difficulty at this stage in keeping control of my anus. I just couldn't stop it relaxing as Ian's deep masculine voi
ce came close to my ear. Semen started oozing out between my buttocks and running down the inside of my thighs. Ian could feel it and exclaimed as everyone crowded round to see.
\'93Seems like he\rquote s having a period or something. Anyone got a tampon for him?\'94
They all started laughing then another guy called Daren produced a big long dildo. It was like a huge red sausage rounded at each end and flexible. Then I felt it as he started pushing it up my ass hole. Everyone was crowding round to see as Daren got it
really far up inside me. I knew I was getting even more sticky as I just couldn\rquote t stop the slimy cum oozing out between my cleavage.
Then they carried me off to a sofa and laid me down on some plastic to protect the upholstery. I was on my back now with one leg over the back and other being held up by onlookers.
"Right let's get down to some serious fucking" Ian said.
He seemed to be taking charge. I later discovered he was a medical student which
explains why he went on about how to massage my prostate
. He was taking the lead now. He was brilliant because he let the others go first and supervised every penetration to make sure they got it right and didn't hurt me. I knew nothing much then about sexual anatomy then but I was soon getting multiple orgas
ms as they pressed their pricks into my gland as Ian massaged my penis. What ever it was I couldn't ejaculate however much my prostate vainly tried to pump out my pent up sperm.
There was also a lot of competition over who could jack off with the most force.
So as each guy drove his dick into my ass everyone watched closely for
the first signs of spasm in their groins. When it happened they cheered and counted many times ejaculations each guy managed.
Ian finally came up me as another guy called Gary had s
tarted sucking my cock. Then just as Ian was releasing his second load of cum up my bum he made me jack off into Gary's mouth. I can't find words to describe the intensity of that orgasm. My whole body was writhing and my ass and cock in spasm together. T
here was cum everywhere under me as each guy withdrew his cock a blob of semen would come out before my anus closed back.
That night and all the weekend I didn't do a lot of cycling. When I
wasn't bending down I was on my back with my legs in the air.
Ian took charge of the sanitation side of things. He gave advice about
peeing after fucking, kept my rectum at the ready and gave me
enemas in front of anyone who wanted to watch, which turned out to be
everyone!
Well! what happened after that is another story. All this wasn't far
from home and news soon got out. So I couldn't go far without
being recognized and someone inviting me in. There was a lot of gossip too as I was seen receiving groups of hulky rugby players most evenings and nights!
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