Virginity lost in Rugby Club

From: Carl Webster

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 `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 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 gave 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
most 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’t you need it!!”

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 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. He 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!! Everybody wanted get to work on
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 at the time to feel the
next hot cock coming up my back passage. 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 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 after 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 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 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’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
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 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 for him?”

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!

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