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 often wore only
very brief shorts.

I liked to plan weekend trips starting Saturday morning and getting
home Sunday evening. I hoped 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 this  - 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 call it.
The weather was really warm and when I arrived there was a rugby
practice game in progress on one of the pitches.

As I was in no real hurry, I decided to watch for a while from the touch 
line (just in shorts) 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 but as he ran off to rejoin the game he shouted back.

"See you later in the shack!"

I did go and set up my tent but found myself returning to watch the game. Even though I was a bit hungry and had planned to go and get something to eat, I just had to hang around. I suppose it was just that these big guys fascinated me. At school none of my friends were as big and muscular as they were. 

I wondered what the 'shack' was but then the only place it could be was 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 side did something. This did 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 particularly remember. 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 as if anyone tried to tackle him he seemed to have a way of powering past and hurling them aside with one thrust of his massive left arm.

When the referee's final whistle went and they all seemed to
converge towards me with questions like. What was my name; why was I on my own; what was I doing later on etc.

"Hey we're off to the showers! Better 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 little doubt it was due to my presence.

Then one of them 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 `help' 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, he was attempting to call things to order.
He started apologizing to me and said he hoped I wasn't offended.

"No not at all" I said.

Then he remarked with an awkward grin that 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 it all. I suppose most young lads of my age would have been extremely embarrassed by the whole situation but I just felt hugely flattered by all their attentions.

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 bit aggressive. Ian looked me very straight into my eyes and I couldn't help noticing his massive cock sticking out almost horizontal but slightly up, his huge thigh muscles gave him speed, his massive broad shoulders and strong arms which made him a formidable rugby forward. 

When they came in they had all been 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 most beautiful bodies you could imagine.

Brian the team captain started to reprimand Ian for being presumptive
and said maybe I didn't want his attentions. But Ian had replied in flash:

"It's not a matter of what he wants, it's what he fucking needs, and
that's what he's going to fucking get!!"

As he said this he was soaping my ass and already had his fingers
inside my anus. There was no stopping him now! He grabbed my arms from behind.

"Now you beauty! I'm going to fuck that lovely big smooth baby
bum of yours. There's no way it'll stay a virgin with me around!!" Everyone including Brian was watching now as Ian's big hands restrained my elbows. 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. i did feel
this pressure on my anus I kind of didn't really realize what was
happening to me. I had been fingered once before at school and I just thought this was the same not realizing his hands were elsewhere! 

But then I felt a really sharp quick pain as my ass sphincter yielded to his powerful hood. Ian's huge cock was entering my virgin ass. Everyone was standing around me watching me being penetrated. Then suddenly I felt him full force as he rammed his mighty rod cock right up inside me. As he slammed it up my bum he was in me to the hilt and I could feel the fury mass of his pubic hairs against my buttocks. He got more and vigorous as he pumped his powerful prick into every recess of my rectum. 

I felt overwhelmed by him. I couldn't think of anything else. He had taken charge of me completely. I wanted to submit to his strong body and I was bending right down as he pumped his 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.

ian had scored again shouting `Yes! Yes!' 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!! They all wanted to do me after that!

"Hey, hang on!! He can't take all of us. For fucks sake his ass
will be red hot!!"

Brian was genuinely concerned for me as obviously, looking back
(it didn'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 then was to feel the next hot cock penetrating my ass hole.

What Brian didn'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's remonstrations fell on deaf ears and I could find no
inclination to resist. All 35 of them 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 behind me. I was very careful not to jack them prematurely so I was just gently licking their hoods and giving each pink knob a quick suck so some of my saliva was on each of their knobs.

When each guy pulled out I would feel the next rock hard pole surging up me. I got one hell of a shafting in all. They did my ass with so much vigour you wouldn't have thought they had just played a hard match. But each guy didn't take long to jack as they got so excited watching my ass taking the previous guy. Each tried to ram me harder than the last but it was never long before they lost control and I felt them loading me up me and flooding my bottom with gallons of sperm laden spunk.

These big guys were amazingly virile. Each wave of hot cum felt like 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 smooth 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 fertilize 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'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's jizz!?"

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
voice 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.

"Seems like he's having a period or something. Anyone got a
tampon?"

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'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 orgasms 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 started
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. There
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!
