Easter Rugger Tours

(mast/oral/anal)

Usual Disclaimer: If you are not of an age to read this because of the laws of your country or district please desist. If you are a bigot or prod-nosed fundamentalist of any persuasion find your monkey-spanking literature elsewhere and keep your predilections and opinions to yourself. Everyone else welcome and comments more than welcome. What follows is a fictionalised account of what might have happened.....in several instalments.......

Easter Rugger Tours - Before and After (-02)

By Joel

Chapter Two continued:

Everyone was in a good mood as we said farewell and boarded the bus at ten o'clock. It was an hour's drive to the next school and we arrived just a bit late as the driver had lost his way at one point. I sat next to Billy and we whispered through our adventures of the past two nights. He had been paired up with a Second Year Sixth Former, Duncan Potts. They had been billeted with a First Year Sixth Former, a dentist's son. Of course, according to Billy, those two had got on like a house on fire as Duncan wanted to be a dentist or something like that. From Billy's description his encounters matched mine. After leaving Billy and Duncan ensconced in a large double bed the son of the house had returned when his parents had retired to their room and they'd all pursued the joys of mutual masturbation with two bouts each.

Billy sniggered and said the lad's younger brother, just fourteen, had come in first thing in the morning with a tray of tea and found the three of them nude in bed sprawled over each other snoring loudly. The older brother, on waking up, had grabbed the young lad, upended him on the bed, pulled his pyjama trousers off, woken the others in the process and the three of them had taken it in turns to tickle the youngster and wank him until he came and told him he'd better not say what he'd seen. The kid had wanted to join in the second night so the three of them had initiated him in being tossed off three times in quick succession before sending him off to his own bed. Billy said that both the brothers had huge dicks, especially the young kid and, boy, didn't they come fast!

I was as horny as hell by the time we got to our destination. I wanted a good wank and I knew from the hunched up way Billy was retrieving his bag from the overhead rack that he had a hardon same as me. There was no time for frivolities. Hardons or not the next stage was pairing off again and going in to lunch. I found my fellow Chaucerian, as we were called after the name of our school. Greg Taylor was another First Year Sixth former. Unlike Llew he was quiet and seemed a bit reserved. Our host was a big lad, just a bit shorter than me but broader, in their Second Year Sixth, Francis Cooke. Like Greg he was a flanker, I hoped he would also be a wanker as I was immediately attracted to him. He was blond, with very blue eyes and a winning smile. Even Greg managed to smile when we were greeted.

At two the game started in a fine drizzle of rain. I was a touch judge again and this time Monty was a substitute. He also got a game for part of the second half when the same wing retired limping. While I ran up and down the line relentlessly, Billy, although in full kit, was superfluous as the other side had, graciously, provided the second touch judge not like the day before. In fact, there were twice as many spectators, six instead of the three on the previous day. The rain eased off but I watched anxiously as our team went into scrums as their forwards seemed so much bigger than ours. There was a lot of slipping and sliding around. Their props were two very large lads, red headed and rotund who seemed to flatten anyone in their encounters with them. I found out from one of the spectators that they were twins and were known as Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

It was only because of Llew that we didn't get crushed. Their team scored four tries in the first half hour then Llew got the measure of them and passed the ball out from scrums as rapidly as possible. By the time we got into the middle of the second half the rain had stopped and we had also scored four times. Neither side had an adequate goal kicker so none were converted. Then the bastards got Llew. They realised he was the danger so one tackled him rather fiercely and he went down winded. He wanted to carry on but the ref, one of their masters but fair-minded, signalled that Billy should come on as a second replacement. Poor old Billy, they went after him then but, I think, more through fright than anything, he played a blinder. He took over from Llew and grabbed the ball and passed back at every opportunity. Our left wing managed one more try just before the final whistle so we won!

Thirty-two very damp lads trooped off to the welcome showers where Llew and the winger were already under the water. The singing started with even more volume than the day before. The other lot were not too put out. It was the first match they'd lost that term so they could afford to be generous. We showered and I observed and came to the conclusion that our lads put on the better display, not only on the field but also between their legs. That is, except for the redheaded twins. Nude, they looked quite immense, both had patches of bright orange fur round their cocks and up their bellies. They also had amounts of bright hair across their chests and their legs were a tangled mass of wiry bristles. No one else in either team had any noticeable hair on their chests. Both the twins had lengthy, thick dongs and hanging pouches containing sizeable balls. I know it's said rugby is played by boys with odd- shaped balls. Their's were rugby balls in miniature, much bigger, even, than Gareth's swingers. Looking around I saw admiring glances being made at the twin's equipment. I wondered who would be paired with them?

We had tea, then Francis, or Frankie as he said everyone called him, took us on a short bus ride to his house. This was a large, detached house, rather like ours, and we were greeted by two younger brothers of just eleven and thirteen and three large dogs. The two young lads were smaller versions of Frankie, also blond with blue eyes. His mother said we were to give her our wet togs and she would wash and dry them. The two younger boys, after quietly acknowledging us, were dispatched to the garage with three pairs of muddy boots with the admonition they had to be spotless. Frankie's mother told him to show us our room. He apologised when we got there as we were to share. Greg and I were to have his four foot wide bed while he was to sleep on a fold-up bed beside it. He explained he also had two sisters of fourteen and a half and sixteen so all four bedrooms would be occupied to full extent. Crumbs, five of them, three dogs and two of us, his mother must be a saint to cope with all that crew! His mother was a large, very jolly woman, obviously used to coping with kids. He told us his father had an electrical shop in the town and wouldn't be back until late as he had a trade meeting.

The young boys had our boots ready when we returned downstairs and shyly handed them to us. I thanked the older one who had cleaned mine and said I would think of him tomorrow when I wore them. He reddened a bit but smiled. So the seven youngsters and mum sat down at six to a substantial meal, designed especially for rugby players according to her. Greg came out of his shell and chatted to the girls. Of course, he knew all about that type of creature having two sisters of his own. The two younger boys stared at us three older and larger lads and seemed a bit in awe of us and kept very quiet while I talked mostly to Frankie. I did nudge the older one who sat next to me and asked him if he wanted another helping. I also noticed that he had a small erection pressing against the front of his trousers which he tried to hide with the tablecloth. I think he knew I'd seen it because he went very quiet for most of the rest of the meal and had a slight blush. It was all I could do not to put my hand down under the cloth and rub my finger up the little bulge.

The younger pair were sent up to have a bath at eight o'clock and Frankie followed them up to supervise them. Being a curious soul and with Greg still chatting to the two sisters and his mother in the kitchen I followed Frankie up the stairs a minute or so later.

I went into our room first and finished unpacking then walked along to the bathroom and knocked on the door. Frankie opened it wearing just a pair of old rugger shorts and I could see the two younger brothers clad only in their underpants and chattering together.

"Need any help?" I asked.

Frankie grinned and motioned me in. "I usually get wet with these two little buggers so I change into these."

Bathing the two lads must have been his brotherly chore. The two lads fell silent eying me warily and stood still until Frankie told them to hurry up and finish undressing or else the water would be cold. They did this with their backs to me so I didn't catch a glimpse of their cocks until they climbed into the bath. Then I saw that the younger one was still quite undeveloped. He had just a small snail with tiny balls. The other was like I was at thirteen, on the verge of new things. His cock wasn't snail-like like his brother's. It had begun to lengthen but his balls were still small though they were hanging loose below the root of his prick. There were also about a dozen fine pale hairs just above the join of his cock to his belly. I remembered back to my first hairs and wondering at the time what was happening to me.

The bath for them was a very perfunctory event. They soaped themselves all over quickly and then splashed around getting the soap off and confirming Frankie's prediction. He was also liberally splashed by the younger one. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off.

"Right you two little turd-faces, get up. I'll dry David and Jamie will supervise you, Duncan."

Both stood up dripping wet. Frankie began rubbing his youngest brother with the towel he had in his hand. I reached over and found another towel and handed it to Duncan. I noted his young prick had lengthened a bit in the hot water. I wondered if he had got to the stage of enjoying dry cums yet because he was just at the age when I'd begun to try them out periodically.

As he dried himself he turned to Frankie. "Mum said you weren't to call us those rude names 'cause you said that B word earlier as well. I'll tell her."

"Shut up or I'll smack your arse," retorted Frankie with a grin on his face.

This was obviously a brotherly exchange.

"I'll tell mum you said that word as well," Duncan continued.

"Duncan, if you don't shut up I'll get Jamie here to bite your bollocks off," said Frankie, a hint of menace in his voice, "Jamie eats little boys' bollocks for breakfast, that's why he's such a big, strong boy. Isn't that right, Jamie?"

The poor kid's face was a picture. I obliged by baring my teeth and Duncan reacted by grabbing his genitalia under the protection of the towel.

"It's OK, Duncan," I said, "I had enough for breakfast this morning, you're safe."

"You're joking," he said and I admitted I was.

Meanwhile David was dried off and Frankie lifted him out of the bath. I put a hand out and Duncan grabbed it gratefully and stepped out too. I turned to Frankie.

"Do you think I could have a quick bath? I prefer a soak to a shower. I'll just fill it up a bit more, I don't mind using their dirty water."

Frankie grinned and turned the hot tap on again. I proceeded to undress and as I kicked off my underpants and socks and stood up straight I saw Duncan look me over from head to toe before staring fixedly at my equipment. In fact both young'uns in front of me were having a good look at what I'd got. Nonchalantly I ringed my cock and drew my foreskin back so my knob popped out then I covered it again. Both watched intensely. I stepped into the bath and slid down well under the water. Frankie was behind me so I don't know whether he caught sight of what I had done to my prick. He then told the kids to put their pyjamas on and get off to their bedroom.

He went out with them and about five minutes later there was a tap on the door and Frankie came back in wearing a bathrobe.

"Mum says will you be long 'cause the girls have to use this bathroom tonight?.... And you'd better not wave that thing at them 'cause all they ever think about is boys and you're likely to be killed in the rush to get at it."

I grimaced at him and clambered out of the bath. Frankie handed me a dry towel and I reflected to myself that I was the same as his sisters, all I ever thought about was boys, Paul in particular. Frankie's bathrobe swung open and I glanced down at his shorts and could clearly see his length outlined up his groin. I was going to think of him as well. He handed me another bathrobe from behind the door.

"No need to dress, just wear this. The boys want to say goodnight and then come down, but watch that doesn't flap open, those girls are lethal and I wouldn't give much for your chances!"

With that he scooped up all my clothes and went out. I belted myself up decently and followed. As he went into our room he pointed to the open door next to ours.

"The monsters are in there," he said quite loudly, for their benefit.

Their room was much smaller and they were in bunk-beds with Duncan, the older one, in the top bunk. Crumbs, if he was experimenting he'd better be careful of the vibrations waking his brother up below.

"I need to be tucked in," said David from the lower bunk, "Frankie hasn't done it properly."

I bent over him and pulled the covers up and neatly folded them in. "OK?" I asked, "Now go to sleep." I was rewarded by a kiss on the cheek as I withdrew my head. I looked at him and he blushed a bit. "It's OK," I said, "I wish I'd had an older brother to tuck me in. I remember my sisters who are much older than me tucking me in when I was smaller."

"You're very big now," a voice came from the upper bunk. "You're taller than Frankie and your thing's bigger," he added with emphasis. "Are you really only sixteen?"

I confirmed that I was sixteen but added "and almost three months."

"Frankie's eighteen and three months," came a little voice from the lower bunk.

"Will I be as big as you?" asked Duncan from the upper bunk.

"Oh, I expect so, but you'll much more likely to be like your brother," I replied, congratulating myself on remembering what we had been told about gene inheritance and family likenesses in biology. "You're both blond like him and you've all got blue eyes so the rest of you is likely to be alike."

"I do hope so," whispered Duncan, "I want a big thing like his."

"Have you talked to Frankie about growing up yet?" I whispered back.

"No," murmured Duncan.

"What are you whispering about?" came a little plaintive voice from the lower bunk.

"It's OK, David," I said, "He'll tell you some time."

"I bet it's about his thing, he's always looking at it."

"Shut up," said Duncan sharply, "How do you know?"

Wrong thing to say as I knew I was curious as a small boy.

"Seen you looking at yourself in the mirror," said David triumphantly.

"Go to sleep now," I said to the small figure. I put out a hand and lightly touched Duncan on the cheek and ran my fingers over his lips. He moved his lips against my fingers and smiled. I pulled the cover up to his chin. "You go to sleep too and perhaps one day we'll have another chat," I said. I switched off the light, closed the door behind me and went downstairs.

Greg was still talking to the two girls. He was obviously having a whale of a time. They were chattering away but the approach of another male set off a whole new set of vibes. They both looked me over again. I had been inspected closely when fully clothed but now, appearing in a bathrobe, must have set off extra frissons of expectancy for them. I saw them both eye my bare legs. The bathrobe was only down to my knees and I didn't have any slippers on my bare feet. I thought I'd better sit on a high chair and not attempt to manoeuvre myself in and out of an easy chair in case my crown jewels were revealed. The charge in the air was dispelled when their mother called from the kitchen that she wanted one of them. The elder one got up and disappeared for a moment and came back with a tray of mugs of cocoa and a plate of biscuits. Frankie was nowhere to be seen. Then he appeared, still clad in his bathrobe.

"Just been in the cellar," he explained, "Got a rowing machine down there and always have half an hour on it every evening." He turned to me. "Are the wretches asleep?" he asked.

I nodded, just having taken a long pull at the mug of cocoa. I swallowed. "I think so. And I don't think they're wretches."

"Just a figure of speech," he conceded, "We all get on pretty well, don't we, sisters fair?"

"Foolish boy," said the elder, who I discovered was just a month or so older than me, and stuck her tongue out at her brother in a most unladylike manner.

Frankie shrugged. "The bathroom's free," he said pointedly to the younger sister.

She also stuck her tongue out but picked up her mug, said goodnight, and went out of the room. We talked on about all sorts of things. I was surprised that the elder sister really enjoyed watching and talking about Rugby. Both girls were at the local girl's High School and played lacrosse, a game I knew nothing about. Just before ten, Janice said she was going up to bed and we three boys decided we would toddle off as well as soon as she had finished in the bathroom.

The bathroom was soon free so Greg disappeared into that while Frankie and I went into the bedroom. I was a bit undecided what to do but in the end just took the bathrobe off and hung it on a hook behind the bedroom door. As I turned I saw Frankie glance down at my dong. I was having great difficulty in controlling it. Even more so when Frankie shrugged off his bathrobe and shucked off his shorts. Duncan was right. I was just that bit longer than him when we both hung loose. However, I don't think that Duncan had ever seen his brother erect because as we stood and looked at each other we both became stiff at the same time and he then beat me in length. We grinned at each other.

"Can't control the bastard," he whispered.

"Me neither," I said.

I then told him what Duncan had said and he grinned and said he was a nosy young bugger. I said it was probably time to have a chat with him and told him that I thought Duncan was having erections. Frankie nodded and said he was sure too 'cause he'd noticed him sitting awkwardly only a few days ago and he would talk to him. In fact, he'd would do it that weekend as David was going to visit and stay with a school friend on Easter Sunday and Monday and he would get Duncan in to sleep with him.

We were just standing chatting, both with our hardons when Greg came back in.

"Oh, Christ!", he exclaimed after closing the door carefully behind him, "Is that bugger at it again. I hear he's had more dicks in his hand than most people have had hot dinners."

How the hell did he know. I thought my exploits were only known to those of my circle, my wide circle, my very wide circle. He must have caught my slightly worried look.

"Don't fret, Jamie," he said with a grin, "I've heard all about you from Georgie Thomas."

Georgie Thomas was the Patrol Leader who had complimented me on my rhythm and skill nearly two years ago.

"Don't forget, I live next door to Georgie."

"And you and Georgie?......" I started to ask.

"More times than you've had hot dinners!" was his reply and he burst out laughing.

Greg was certainly out of his shell. "Better get this lot off," he continued and undressed very rapidly. He also had a magnificent erection.

Without another word we stood in a circle, Frankie chucked down an old rugger shirt, and we began to jerk ourselves off. We more or less came together and sprayed our spunk on each other mostly missing the shirt on the floor. We all produced a lot and shot with mighty squirts.

"I bloody needed that," breathed Frankie and we nodded in agreement and wiped ourselves down with the shirt in turn.

Of course, Frankie wasn't allowed to get into his lonely bed. But, have you ever seen three more or less equally sized large lads in a four foot wide bed. We giggled our way through two more wanks which we administered in strict turn to each other. I tasted both boys' spunk under the cover of using the shirt on them to mop up the dripping streams. So, it was well past midnight, and we'd heard Frankie's father arrive home about half past eleven, when the last spurt from Greg's third coming of the evening was over. Frankie did climb into his fold- up bed then and I fell asleep, in the nude, spooned close up against Greg's back.

Morning came and I was awakened by a knock on the door and the entry of the two young boys. Duncan had a tray with cups of tea for each of us, just as Billy had experienced the day before, and David was almost overwhelmed by a pile of rugger togs and towels with three clean jockstraps sitting on top. I sat up and swung my legs out of the side of the bed as I took my cup from Duncan's tray.

I was more awake than Greg so I stood up and walked, naked, round to the other side of the bed and shook him. "Wake-up lazy-bones, your tea is here."

He opened his eyes sleepily and also sat up on the edge of the bed not realising the young lads were there. He stretched his arms up and went to take my cup from me thinking it was his. I stepped back so he stood up, a slight morning hardon jutting out. Then he saw the two younger lads. They were overawed at the sight of two nude young giants, especially with the one with the semi-hard prick.

Duncan handed Greg his cup and he mumbled, "Thanks".

This finally woke Frankie who came alive as his brother poked him on the shoulder through the covers and held his cup of tea over him. Seeing us standing there he also got out and the two young'uns had sight of three young hulks and three good-sized young cocks.

"I told mum you called me a rude name," said Duncan, unwisely.

Frankie looked at him over the top of his cup, walked over to the door and closed it, put the cup down on the chest of drawers and advanced on his brother.

"You little sneak," he said quietly, "I'm going to tan your arse for you now."

He grabbed Duncan and I wondered if we were going to get a replay of Billy's experience. Very much like it. Duncan squealed as Frankie turned him round against his legs, pulled down his pyjama trousers and gave him two, not very heavy, slaps on his bare arse. David was laughing his head off so I grabbed him and said he deserved the same as he was an accessory to the tale-telling. I pulled his trousers down and gave him the same treatment with two very light slaps. When Duncan was turned round again he had a very red face and his boy-cock was fully erect. Just about three and a half inches of young rampant flesh was upright.

Greg snorted as he saw the object. "Runs in the family, doesn't it?"

Duncan wriggled free from Frankie's grasp, even more red in the face, and clasped his hands in front of him to save further embarrassment. I stepped forward and put my arm around his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Duncan," I said soothingly, "We've all got the same and they all do that, all the time."

Duncan looked up at me, his lower lip quivering. I thought he might burst into tears.

David, not to be outdone, grabbed me round the leg, his pyjama trousers round his ankles, and piped up, "Mine does too, sometimes!" It hadn't then, the snail was still evident.

We all burst into laughter and I held Duncan tightly to me and put my other hand on David's shoulder. "You shouldn't tell tales on Frankie," I said to Duncan.

At this a tear did roll down his cheek. "I didn't really. I wouldn't, he's my best big brother. I was only teasing. Then this happened," he said, pointing down to his still rigid dick.

"Don't worry," I said again, "Frankie'll tell you all about it."

Frankie came over and knelt down and put his arms round Duncan. "Come on, kiddo, it's all OK."

David, probably wondering what it was all about, clasped my leg a bit harder. I knelt down and enveloped him in a big hug. "You'll grow up like us soon, too."

He wriggled contentedly against my chest. "Mine gets big too, sometimes," he whispered again.

Greg was a bit left out of all this so he cleared his throat and suggested we'd better get washed and dressed ready for breakfast. That broke up the scene. The young'uns pulled up their pyjama trousers and went off with the empty cups while we three went to the bathroom

Greg had to shave. Frankie said all he had was blond peach fuzz and he only shaved it off a couple of times a week. My chin was examined intently by both and they said I'd better get a razor soon. In fact, Greg lathered me up and shaved my upper lip and in front of my ears 'cause he said I was a bit unsightly. I washed quickly as they were stamping their feet moaning about waiting for dirty little tykes. Of course, I was first down for breakfast and met Frankie's dad who was just a bigger version of him. He was very affable and wanted to know all about me and the game and whether I had enjoyed myself. He said he'd been to the same school as the two older boys when he was a boy and then had played rugger for one of the local clubs.

The conversation ended when the two young'uns came bounding in. Both fell silent went they saw me and their dad, but David came up and stood by me and I pinched his arm in fun and he said I'd helped bath them and he wouldn't mind me as another big brother. Their dad said he would have to be off now and gave them both a fatherly peck on the cheek. He turned to me and said I and Greg would be very welcome if we ever wanted to come and stay. The two young'uns beamed at this and as soon as he had gone they both wanted to sit by me. Their mother brought in cereals and then plates of cooked breakfast. I was starving after the energy expended last night! Greg and Frankie came down soon afterwards and, finally, the girls. The elder one was obviously smitten by Greg and the younger one kept looking at me but I was listening to Duncan and David. I found out that Duncan was in the First Year at the grammar school and was in their junior House rugger team. David said he couldn't wait to go to the big school and had sat the scholarship that year so he could go there in September.

We left to catch the bus to the school at nine. Greg and I had thanked Mrs Cooke for putting us up and putting up with us. Like her husband she said we were welcome to come up any time. Duncan gave me a great smile and nodded fiercely. Then we set off. Duncan, all spruced up in his cap and school blazer, led the way with David. Duncan insisted on carrying my bag. I was well in favour. Greg and the elder girl followed with me and Frankie bringing up the rear at a distance. The other sister was not in evidence. Probably because I didn't show any interest!

Frankie said he'd thought more about what I'd said about Duncan and he definitely would talk to him this weekend. It was quite convenient as he and Duncan were not going with their mother and father to see the girls in a play on Easter Saturday so he would be giving Duncan his bath. He would get him talking and then as he would get Duncan to sleep with him he could explain even more things then. I grinned and said I wouldn't mind helping him. He asked, rather hesitantly, if I preferred boys and I said I did.

He grinned back and said, "I thought so, same here!"

I knew I didn't mind talking to Frankie and said I had realised this some time ago.

He nodded and said he had too but it was a bit difficult. "Lucky all the boys I know like to experiment a bit even if they also have girl friends," he said.

"Like Greg," I said.

"Yeah, good example, look at him now."

Greg and the elder sister were in deep conversation.

"I can see something developing there," said Frankie.

"In his pants no doubt," I said.

Frankie laughed, "Too right, horny bastard!"

We reached the bus-stop and were rewarded by a bus appearing immediately. Frankie paid all the fares explaining his father had given him the money. Frankie said he would write to me, about `you know what', he said. Duncan overheard the bit about writing and said he would too. I had already given Frankie my address as he was coming South to go to Bristol University in the autumn.

Our coach was waiting at the school gates and after bidding farewell to our hosts we all climbed aboard. Billy came and sat by me again. He was full of the joys of spring. We whispered together about our adventures and, again, he'd had the same experiences as we had.

"I am enjoying this trip," he said enthusiastically.

He'd had a quick chat with Monty while waiting for the coach to arrive and, apparently, he was also well-satisfied with the trip as well for the same reasons as us. I'd seen Monty in the town with a girl one Saturday morning so I thought Frankie must be right!

At our destination we drove along a seemingly unending narrow road ending up at a Gothic horror of a building. Paul stood up as we approached and explained the front part was mainly a monastery and the school was attached. When we stopped at a side entrance we were met by a phalanx of very neat young lads who took us all, individually, carrying our bags for us, through to a vaulted dining-hall. A very large, jolly monk welcomed us, said he was the sub-prior and deputy headmaster. He also said he knew Paul and Brian from last year's visit and that he hoped we would have a good game and comfortable stay. The lad who had attached himself to me was a bit younger than I was. He was a small, red-haired Irish lad named Sean and I took to him immediately. He explained that as a lot of the boys had gone home for the Easter holidays the ones left who made up the team we were playing weren't all their proper First XV.

We were then taken upstairs and found the whole eighteen of us would be sleeping in one big dormitory. We dumped our bags and went down to have lunch. I wondered what they ate in a monastery but the Irish lad said he didn't know what the monks had but their food was OK. It was, there was plenty! The match was scheduled for half past two so we had a bit of a look at the place and the lad said he would show me more after the match. He wasn't playing as he was only in their Fourth Year but his older brother, Aidan, in their First Year Sixth, was.

We collected our rugger togs from the dormitory and went out to some separate changing- rooms alongside the pitches. The other side were already there changed and were being harangued by another large monk who turned out to be their rugger master. I decided that I would wear my new First XV shirt dad had bought me. I was a bit miffed as the other two Fifth Formers had actually played and here was I, Captain of the Junior XV, like the proverbial spare prick at a wedding. Anyway I knew I was to be first reserve if anything happened. It did. Within twenty minutes of the start of the game one of their side tackled one of our wings, the one with the dodgy ankle, and lifted his knee at the wrong time and caught him straight in the googlies. As he writhed about on the ground, the referee, another monk but in football kit, whistled up. He was carted off, supported by three of the eight lads watching and I was on. Paul moved our number fifteen into the position of the injured lad and I was to be full back. Oh crumbs. This meant I had to intercept anyone who eluded the rest of the wings and also, as he was telling me where to go, Paul said I was to take any kicks for goal.

Although they weren't their strongest side they were all tough lads and ran around harrying our wings. They had already scored one try, unconverted, before I came on so our lot had to wake their ideas up. Paul scored a very nice try soon after I came on. Almost centrally between their goal posts. I had to take the kick. I was very nervous. It was a bit different playing in the First XV. I had to do my best. I did. I hit the ball squarely and it sailed over the cross-bar. Thank God! We were ahead. We got to half-time with no more scores. I had to tackle a rather small wing who came charging towards me. As it had rained the day before I got liberally coated with mud all down one side of my new shirt and my shorts. After half- time we managed to put on the pressure and scored twice more fairly quickly.

I kicked both conversions and got them! Brian patted me on the back as he went past. "Good lad," he said. My chest swelled with pride. They got one more try. I tackled a biggish lad later and stopped him scoring as he was haring towards the goalposts when I grabbed him by the waist. Luckily one of our side grabbed the ball as he dropped it and kicked it into touch. I was getting braver and had another go when one of theirs eluded our forwards and the pair of us ended up in a long slide across the wet grass. I now had mud and grime everywhere, even in my hair. We got a final try and I converted that one even though the angle was awkward. So we had won and as we came off their side stood and clapped as we went through into the changing room. One of their side, it must have been Aidan 'cause he was red-haired like his brother, patted me on the back as well and I got congratulated by most of the lads in the team as I stripped off my togs to get under the shower. No-one had converted any of the tries on the tour so far so I was flavour of the month!

While showering I was able to check out most of the lads in the other team as well. Again, nothing outstanding. The usual variation of low swingers to tight sacs, dark hair through brown, then red to blond, leg hair and no leg hair, but cocks were very uniform in size as they flopped about as the lads got in and out of the showers. Most were more shrivelled as they got in and less when they emerged from the steamy water.

A voice in my ear said "They're the same as us, aren't they?"

It was Llew Johns who'd only just got stripped off ready to shower as he had been talking to someone or other as usual.

"Thought you'd be having a good look, eh?"

I couldn't very well colour up as I was rather beetroot red anyway from the hot water.

"You'll go all wrinkled if you stay under the shower much longer." He paused and eyed me up and down. "No, that bit won't wrinkle!"

I shot him a grin and got out of the shower before `that bit' did it's usual stand-up act. There was a general silence other than the running water. No singing. Perhaps the Catholic boys didn't know the rude songs. More likely they didn't sing them because of the nearness of the monastery. As I towelled myself I wondered if the boys at the school were ardent wankers like all my friends. In a dormitory holding twenty I expect there was plenty of nightly activity. I couldn't very well ask my red-haired guide something as personal as that, could I?

One of the Sixth Formers came along and said I'd done well. He was holding a bottle of embrocation. I asked if I could have some as where I'd tackled that last lad and slid along the ground my hip and thigh was sore. He tipped some into my hand and I rubbed it in gratefully. The warmth soon made it feel better. I dressed and rolled up my very muddy shorts and socks and sweaty jockstrap in an extremely muddy jersey. I then needed a pee so, remembering my experience with the liniment the day before, awkwardly got my cock out with my left, untainted hand. I nearly pissed my pants. I wasn't used to getting it out that way round. I wondered how left-handers managed. I would have to watch Jacky Melrose in our form as I knew he was left-handed. Actually he was one of the very few in our form I hadn't had a wank with.

I came out of the bog still pondering that problem and wandered across to the school. My guide, Sean, was waiting in the porch of the main building and looked glad to see me. It was getting rather chilly. We were supplied with a hot mug of tea and the lad told me supper was at seven o'clock. I thought I might just last out until then. We were joined by the rest of the two teams and I saw Llew straggle in last with his guide. They were rabbiting on together - was he another Welsh rabbiter as well? The pun was good! I must tell Gerry when I get back!

We had a good, if stodgy supper. Some kind of meat pie followed by what my guide said they called dead baby's leg - a steamed suet pudding with oceans of custard.

Wasn't bad. Filled a few holes! At the end, when all had finished eating, Paul stood up and thanked the school for having us and we hoped the other team weren't too disappointed not having won at home. He said we'd had a very good time and this was his third time visiting the school on an Easter Tour and it was a great privilege. We all clapped and everyone looked pleased. Their captain then stood up and said he couldn't add anything else because they'd enjoyed it immensely too. Then a monk got up and said a prayer and we all trooped out.

My guide said he had to be in his dormitory by eight thirty and lights went out at nine thirty.

It was nearly eight thirty and we followed Paul and Brian up the stairs and rather quietly entered the dormitory. It was a bit bare, Sean had told me the boys usually in there were either at home, or the others had been shifted to other dorms, so all their belongings had been removed. Still it was warm and we sat around chatting, with quite a few still rubbing in liniment on aching limbs, until just after nine when someone remembered that lights out was nine thirty and it meant that - a central switch was pulled. Everyone then started to get undressed fully ready for bed and in dribs and drabs we went off to the communal bog and washroom to clean teeth and have a pee or whatever. When I got back Paul and Brian were standing chatting, in the nude, at the end of Paul's bed. One or two of the boys just had pyjama trousers on but gradually as everyone came in all togs came off. In the end there were only Greg and Monty Williams still with their pyjama trousers on. I had cast mine off when I saw Davie Cartwright and Duncan Potts drop theirs.

There was a general murmuring of expectancy and Brian called quietly for silence. We stood in a largish circle to hear what he had to say. He started off by saying this was his fourth Easter Tour and he had to tell the three young lads, meaning Billy, Monty and me, and remind all the others, that there was a tradition that all the scorers had to be thanked in some way. He said that the lady mayoress of Cambridge never attended the boat-race as she was told once that she had to kiss the cox of the winning crew and misunderstood. There was to be no misunderstanding tonight, the tradition was that all squad members kissed the cocks of the scorers. There was a general giggle at this and an increase in the air of excitement with grins all round. It was a well kept secret 'cause although almost all of the older lads had been on Tours before and knew about the tradition it was obvious that we three young'uns had never heard of it. Brian called out the names of all who had scored tries, including Paul, and they lined up beside him.

Then a voice near me said in a deep voice, "There's one other who should be there".

The voice came from Tom Pearson, the wing whose bollocks had been kneed before I went on as substitute. He went on, "We haven't had a goal kicker like young Jamie for years. He won the match for us today so he should be in the line-up, too."

There was a general `hear hear' and I blushed my usual shade of red. Hands on either side of me propelled me across the room so I was standing next to Paul. Then with a series of giggles all the squad marched past and pressed their lips to all us scorers' dangling members. In the end there was a general flurry of kisses all round and I think I kissed at least a dozen of the seventeen other cocks on display. By his time my dong was beginning to rise a bit and so were most of the others. I went back and stood next to Paul again.

"Friends, Romans and countrymen," he intoned and all fell silent, "As Captain I declare the final games of the Tour open. To your places."

I didn't know what was going to happen. I thought from the position we were in we were going to have a massive circle-jerk. But no, six pairs formed quickly, then us three young'uns were instructed to get by the person on our left. This meant Paul for me. Some of the older lads threw towels or rugger shirts on the mats on the floor and Paul then intoned, "One, two, three, go." I copied the others who were standing on the right and grasped my partner's tool. Paul went rigid very quickly and I was soon wanking my idol. I had his foreskin fully back and kept up a steady pace. A couple of the other lads fired their wads then I felt Paul was ready. I quickened my pace a bit and made my downstrokes harder. He came with a fountain of creamy spunk and he clasped my hand to stop me. He got his breath back and we watched as the rest of the nine came soon after.

Paul whispered to me, "You've wanted to do that for long time, eh?"

I was almost weeping with joy. I had tossed off my hero. But things weren't finished. The instruction was given that the person on the wanker's right was to deal the next hand, as Paul put it. Davie Cartwright gripped my already erect shaft and tossed me off with a steady, practised rhythm. I shot my usual mighty jet, well over the towel strategically placed in front of me and Paul.

Dave whistled in my ear then said, "You're a juicy little bugger, ain't you?"

Another voice came from across the room, "Christ, he's got a kick like a mule and squirts like a fireman's hose."

Another voice added, "...And he's got a dong like a donkey!"

There was general laughter at this accompanied by the final firing of the remaining wads. I felt really proud, not only because I'd taken part in all these celebrations but, on looking round, I was not at all dismayed by the size of my cock. I was amongst the longest on display when fully erect. At sixteen I knew I was well endowed. Would it get any bigger?

We were just retrieving our shirts and towels from the floor - I noticed my muddy shirt now had at least two loads of spunk deposited on it which didn't show once I'd rolled it up a couple of times - when someone reminded us lights went out at nine thirty. There was a general rush by most for a final pee and I'd just got into bed, as I was, in the nude when the lights went out. There was an anguished cry of "Oh, fuck!" from someone along the row and an amount of movement. The only light was from the tall windows so it took a bit of getting used to. A large figure loomed at the side of my bed.

"Move over, Jamie," it said.

I moved over on the narrow bed and the large figure rolled into me. It was big Brian Masters. He was also nude as I could feel his body against mine.

"Got to congratulate you on all those kicks, " he said, "You've got a place next year for sure!"

He edged a bit closer.

"Tight squeeze in here, they didn't make these for big lads like me anyway but with two aboard it's even more cramped."

I giggled and asked, "I wonder if it's two aboard usually?"

"No question of it," he replied. "Had a long chat the year before last with my guide and he said most nights only half the beds got slept in. Was a bit disappointed we couldn't oblige but the rules are no mixing in dorms with outsiders." He snorted. "Rules here are a bit strict. They have to be checked in their own beds each night by the master on duty. They all have to have their arms outside the bed clothes."

"Why's that?" I asked, rather stupidly, realising the reason as soon as I said the words. "Yeah, I know," I continued, without stopping, "To prevent you-know-what...."

"Quite correct, Sherlock," he said, putting a large muscly arm over me and patting my back. "But as soon as he's gone and light's out, bingo!..." He laughed.

I was aware of activity in the bed two along. I could see a shadowy figure kneeling across the legs of the recumbent person below. I felt my ever ready dong begin to twitch. It was pressed against Brian's rough hairy stomach.

"Getting horny again?" he enquired.

I felt his own thick tool begin to stir against my leg. He massaged the base of my spine. I got even more horny.

"Have you had a good time so far?" he asked.

I said I'd enjoyed every minute especially with Llew and Greg and the lads we'd stayed with.

"Plenty of activity?", he asked.

"Yeah, terrific. What about you?"

"The usual," he replied, "Exhausted the first two nights with your pal Monty and two brothers who were insatiable, so that was four times. Then last night I was with Paul and we stayed with the Phelps." He paused. "Those twins, Martin and George."

"Tweedledum and Tweedledee?" I asked.

"Yep, my dad and theirs were at the same medical school and we're all going there in September, too."

Of course, Dr Masters was our GP.

"They've got lots of hair," I said.

"Been like that since they were sixteen. They were firing off when they were eleven and I felt right out of it when I used to go and stay with them 'cause I never produced anything then, just the buzz... I beat 'em as soon as I started, though. Never more than two squirts and they're done. Good lads though."

"You've been here lots as well?"

"Yep, four times."

"Always like this?"

He laughed, "Always. When boys are together they'll always go for it, it doesn't matter who they are." He snorted. "Tell you, the first time I was here, a sprog of sixteen like you, the Captain announced as we were in a monastery we'd better have communion with each other and then he went on `Let us spray'. A couple of the more religious of our lot said he wasn't to be blasphemous but they were still at the forefront of the activities. In fact, they both whacked me off that night."

I felt his steadily rising dong pressing into me. I reached down and felt it. It was thicker even than the shaft that Jack Minns' had who was one of our Scouts. Jack's rod was short but ever so bulky. But Brian had length as well.

"I wouldn't mind your assistance," he said.

I took another look at the figures on the other bed. The kneeling one was Billy and he was whacking off Dave Cartwright quite slowly. I rolled out of bed and whispered, "Lie in the middle."

Brian moved across and looked up at me. I pulled back the covers and knelt over him. His shaft was fully rigid and lay straight up his belly. I gripped it and watched his eyes as I began to toss him off. He smiled up at me, closed his eyes and opened his mouth. I gave him about eighty good strokes and with a gasp he shot back over himself. It certainly wasn't just two squirts, it was a fair old fountain which continued until the top of his chest was liberally coated with cum. I held his dick tight as he came down from his climax.

"Thanks Jamie, that was great," he murmured. He lay still for a few moments. "Got to move on," he said, extricating himself from between my legs and wiping his copious load off with my top sheet. "Someone will be along soon."

With that he moved off and padded across the room. I looked along the row of beds and the kneeling Billy had also gone. Soon was in less than a minute. Another nude figure loomed above me preceded by a strong smell of liniment. It was Tom Pearson the bollock-battered, ankle-twisted wing.

He slid in beside me and reached for my shaft. I had gone stiff while wanking Brian and was rather disappointed when he'd, as it seemed, left me in the lurch. Although he'd said someone would be along soon my cock was aching for a helping hand and I was just about to start things rolling by myself when Tom appeared.

"Gosh, you've got a nice one," he murmured.

I reached down and found his cock was still a bit sticky as he'd obviously only just come. It was pretty stiff though. I gingerly felt down to his bollocks.

"Are you OK?" I asked, knowing from my one experience of being tapped just there when I was fourteen that the pain was excruciating and he'd been more than tapped.

"OK now and still fully functioning," he said. "Not the first time I've been hit there but, God, it hurts."

"I know," I said with feeling, "I've only been hit there once and that was enough."

"Bit more worried about my ankle, that still hurts."

With that he ringed my cock and started to jack me off. He was smaller than Brian so we just about fitted on the bed facing each other. Then I realised he was left-handed and I wasn't used to my cock being handled from that side. After a little while he moved his other hand slightly and I felt a new sensation. He was gently rubbing my left nipple. That did it. The combination of waiting, left-handed wanking and now, sensitivity from my chest, made me buck my hips suddenly as I shot a huge load of cum straight up his chest.

"Bloody hell, lad," he said quite loudly, "You've caught me right under the fucking chin!"

There was a murmur of laughter from other beds. "....Shoots from the hip, too," came a voice from the bed opposite. I was panting with the exertion. Tom moved his hand from my cock and put his arm over my shoulder. He pulled us together. I felt the squelch as our chests met with the layer of my cum in between.

"Just had it but I want it again bad. Will you do it?"

I needed no second bidding and grasped his whippy cock firmly. It took a while but he came with a full-throated `aghhhh' followed closely by several warm gobbets of spunk which hit me squarely on the chest. He took a few deep breaths then stuck a finger in the cum mixture on my chest and put it to my lips.

"Thanks, Jamie, see you soon."

He too disappeared into the gloom and I heard a muffled whisper and a bed creak as he joined someone on the other side of the room. In the stillness I was now very aware of numerous other beds creaking and the sounds of heavy breathing, sighs and groans and the intermittent, quite loud `aghhhh' as someone else obviously came with a vengeance.

I was feeling fairly tired by now but the night games weren't finished yet. Over the next two hours two more shadowy figures appeared and we reciprocated. By the time the second slid out of my bed my chest and belly were a real sticky mess. I merely turned over, pulled the covers back over me and let what hadn't dried on me drip onto the bottom sheet. I fell asleep, very tired, sated but very happy.

Next thing I knew the covers were being pulled back roughly. It was Billy. It was morning. I looked at my watch, it was half past six. Daylight was now coming through the tall windows.

"Come on, my old cock, they didn't exhaust you, did they? I came five times, what about you?" he whispered hoarsely.

I counted up in my head. "Only four, but I made five come."

He ginned down at me. He looked so full of life and as I peered at him standing by my bed I could see his pubic hair was matted with dried spunk.

"Is that all yours?" I asked, pointing.

He grinned, "Naw! It's a good mixture though."

He peered down at my equally matted bush. "Looks as if you've got the same.

Come on, we'd better get to the bathroom before this lot wake up."

I sat up in bed and looked around and counted. Only ten of the beds were occupied. Six had large heaps in them with pairs of heads sticking out of the top of the covers. I was alone and three others were. Billy saw me looking.

"I was in all night with Tony Price over there after we finished. He took ages to come the last time, fair made my arm ache and I didn't shoot much that time either."

As far as I could see the only other single occupants were Brian and Paul. Both too big to share a narrow bed with someone else all night. But then, some of the others were pretty massive. Someone was missing. The door swung open and a nude Dave Cartwright blundered through having obviously just been to the bogs. He waved a limp dick at us and flopped onto a vacant bed.

Billy hissed in my ear, "Tony Price said that Dave there was aiming for seven last night. D'you think he did, he looks shagged out?"

I rolled out of bed and went over to where Dave was lying. He was flat out and sound asleep. I would find out later. I went back to my bed space and grubbed about and found my towel. I beckoned to Billy, who scurried and fetched his towel, and went to the door. I cautiously opened the door as we were both in the nude, peered out and realised there would be no one about so we went in where there were three showers. By the time we'd got under the end one we both had real stiffies. Billy nodded at mine and we stood under the shower facing each other and tossed each other off while grinning maniacally at each other through the curtain of hot water. I came a few strokes before him and just as he'd finished spurting the door was pushed open and another couple of lads came through, Tony Price and one of my visitors in the night, Martin Proctor. They stood under the next shower showing off slight morning rises but I don't think they twigged we'd just had a joint wank.

Billy asked them how they'd got on the previous night. Martin Proctor grinned at me and said I'd given him something to remember as his fourth. Tony Price said he'd had four as well. I snidely said Billy'd had six to my five, including the ones we'd had this morning. They made comments about how randy young kids were these days but, as we were drying ourselves, Billy nudged me and I turned and saw that the pair were busily beating each other's meat under the shower just as we'd just done.

"Randy buggers at their age, too," snorted Billy.

We stood staring at the two lads until Billy nudged me again and said he didn't know who'd come first, them or me as I was getting rigid again. God, my dick was a bit sore but I could have done with another bit of rough handling especially while watching those two at it. There were a couple of grunts of delight as flurries of spunk shot almost simultaneously from their knob-ends.

"Good show, lads," said Billy as they stepped from under the water.

"You little bastards stood and watched us, eh?" said Tony acting menacingly and advancing on Billy, "I'll have your knackers, boy!"

He made a half-hearted low-down grab at Billy who jumped back out of the way and laughed. Actually both of them were shorter than me and not much taller than Billy, so much for being `little bastards'. They grabbed their towels and flicked them at us, but we didn't move so that enterprise soon petered out. As we finished drying off and they started we discussed the Tour and went over the night's adventures. Martin laughed and said Billy actually had a good pair of knackers and he knew from personal experience last night they produced plenty. So Martin had also been one of Billy's partners and that's why they weren't too bothered at us seeing them wank each other off. They both said it had been the best Tour they'd been on. As our first, Billy and I said it had been terrific and we couldn't wait for the next!

On the coach on our way back I again sat next to Billy. He was so exhausted from his exertions he slept almost all the way home. Dave Cartwright did boast he'd come seven times and I noticed he was asleep next to Martin Proctor even before Billy dropped off. After saying our goodbyes to everyone Paul and I walked the half-mile or so back to our homes. There was quite a reception. No one was at my house and Mrs Phillips came out to call me in next door. She explained that my parents had had a message that my Gran was ill and they'd decided to drive down to check on her and would be back on Easter Monday. Meanwhile she was going to feed me. Paul came out into the porch as she was telling me this and said he would stay with me in the house. My heart soared. Mrs Phillips told me to bring her my dirty washing when I'd unpacked and there would be some lunch ready. When I got back Mr Phillips had opened a bottle of champagne. Not only for us returning triumphant but because there had been a letter waiting for Paul offering him an Exhibition at one of the prestigious Cambridge colleges where he was to read English!

Chapter Three to follow..........

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