Caution : This story contains sexual relationships between males. If this offends you in any way, please do not read on, although, if you're already here, you shouldn't be offended!!
In this story, and series (if it proves successful!), no protection is used, it is a fairy (no pun intended) tale land, where STDs don't exist, and everyone can sleep around without fear of catching anything. In real life, as we all know too well, this isn't the case, so PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE use a condom when having any sort of sex, protect yourselves, and others too.
And on with the story, which, if you like it, and wish to read more, let me know at shagmyass@yahoo.com
Johnny Wilkinson, star of the England rugby squad, was doing some promotional work in secondary schools, raising the profile of rugby after England's glorious win over Australia in the rugby world cup. Johnny had agreed to do four weeks' training with schools, in exchange for a month's holidays afterwards.
He arrived at the school at nine on the morning, and was shown to the men's changing rooms. After meeting the sports teacher, he met his first group to coach, the year 8 class. Each class got an hour's coaching, starting with the youngest at eleven, and working through the day, until the last session, involving the year 14 students, robust 17 year olds, who were the only ones to provide Johnny with any challenge in terms of strength and skill.
Out on the pitch, Johnny organised a scrum with the older boys, himself heading one team.
"One, two three hut." He shouted, and the two teams met head to head. It was during this scrum Johnny felt a hand from behind giving his bulge a quick grope. He enjoyed it, the person doing it obviously knew their way around, but did not react, continuing to the end of the practice. Gathering the fellas in the changing rooms, he congratulated them on a good session, and announced that from tomorrow on, he was providing extra coaching after school for anyone in the group who was interested.
Next day came the same as the first. The school had organised the class schedule especially to take full advantage of Johnny's expertise.
The school day ended, and Johnny waited on the pitch, waiting to see who was staying from the last class to get the extra help he'd offered. Johnny noticed that most of the guys who were in his scrum yesterday had stayed behind. He wasn't surprised at this, as he had felt the real passion they had for the sport yesterday during practise.
"Okay men, scrum up." He shouted, "same teams as yesterday."
So once again Johnny headed one group.
"One, two three hut." He called, and the teams clashed together again, and again, Johnny felt the hand clasping his bulge. He smiled to himself, as he knew they were in for a shock. Sure enough, the hand hesitated for a moment at feeling Johnny's cock and balls free of the jockstrap, which he had deliberately left in his kit bag. The hand stopped only for a moment, however, before going on to take a hold of Johnny's cock through the tight shorts, and giving it a few teasing pulls, then withdrawing. Johnny almost lost his concentration at this, but, with great effort, focussed once again on the scrum. It broke quickly, and the practise continued for a further half hour, until Johnny called it a day.
He looked at the fellas as they passed him going to change, seeing if any gace themselves away as having done something, but nothing stood out, except for one small, thin boy, about 5'7", with glasses, gave Johnny a funny look before quickly looking down at the ground, and continuing into the changing rooms.
"So it's you, you little bugger." Thought Johnny to himself. They always said to watch the quiet ones. Well, Johnny'd give him a real treat tomorrow.
Johnny could hardly wait for after school practise the next day. Just beforehand, he excused himself, explaining he needed to change, as today had been wetter than usual.
The after school session had already started when Johnny came out in his fresh kit.
"Ok, scrum up, usual sets." He yelled, barely able to keep the grin off his face.
The scrum teams formed up, and before bending down to join his line, he glanced behind him. Sure enough, there was the squirt behind him. He joined the front line, and bending down, counted in the scrum. Again, the hand slipped to his cock from behind. But this time Johnny had purposely put on looser shorts, and with no jockstrap on, his cock slid halfway down the leg of his shorts. He felt the hand slip up the leg, and rub his cockhead, circling it with thumb and forefinger, wanking it just long enough for it to grow as long as the shorts before pulling off.
"Cheeky little shit." Johnny thought, gasping slightly at the sensation. He was unable to hold his concentration at this, and the scrum collapsed, with him at the bottom, which was a blessing really, as by the time he got out from underneath the others, his cock had deflated to usual size.
Practise finished an hour later, and the pupils all filed in to the showers to wash and change. The busses for students who stayed after school left half an hour later, and Johnny headed into the empty changing rooms himself to clean up for home, chuckling to himself at the cheap thrill he gave the twerp in the glasses. He undressed and stepped into the steaming shower. Five minutes passed, and he heard the door to the changing room slam shut.
"Nice joke," someone shouted. "Letting it all hang loose like that, although the joke seemed to be on you, break in concentration like that, dangerous."
Johnny was shocked. He'd seen the runt get on the bus, and the bus leave, so who the hell was this??!!
A figure appeared at the opposite end of the showers, and Johnny struggled to make it out. One thing was for sure, it wasn't the twerp with the glasses, the shadow was way too big for him.
"Felt good, didn't it? I know I enjoyed it." The voice continued.
The figure kept moving toward Johnny, and suddenly through the mist, there he was. The captain of the team, built like a tank, with the blond hair, blue eyed, rugged look that sent the juices flowing between the legs of the girls in years 12, 13 and 14.
"You!!" Johnny exclaimed. "But I thought it was the runt with the glasses!"
"Good decoy, isn't he?" Smirked the young man. "Funny how we always assume that it's only the small, thin fella, who isn't too great at sports, the quiet ones, who are gay. He isn't by the way, gay I mean. Hung like a horse, and has a very appreciative girlfriend."
"You're Tom, aren't you?" Johnny asked.
"Yes, that's right." Tom replied.
"So, tell me Tom," Johnny began. "Why go after."
"Why go after guys when I could have any girl I want?" Tom finished for Johnny in a bored fashion.
"I take from the way you said that you've been asked it just a few times before." Johnny said, laughing.
"Only by every fella in the team," answered Tom. "And it's the same answer every time. I'm not gay, straight, bi, I'm me, and I go for what I like, man, woman, older, younger, doesn't matter. If I want it, I'll go for it, and I usually get it. I've already had all the gorgeous girls in the year, as well as year 13, not to mention any male who caught my eye as well!" he finished with a twinkle in his eye.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but.." Johnny said.
"But you're not gay." Tom finished for him. "You may not be gay, but your cock enjoyed what it got, and at the end of the day, who cares if it's a man or a woman, so long as they know what they're doing, and you get the end result you want, which is your cock in a tight hole, shooting as much as it can?"
Johnny didn't answer, as in truth, he couldn't argue with the logic. His cock had enjoyed what it got, even though it knew it was a male doing it, and he didn't really care who sucked his cock, as long as they were good at it. The problem was, men didn't turn him on, even looking at Tom right now, knowing he could wank him the way he could, his cock lay flaccid between his muscular thighs, over heavy balls, while the water from the shower had made his blond hair brown, and ran down his muscular body, from the huge shoulders and pecs, down the washboard abs, and streaming down his legs, and off the end off his cock. It was little wonder Tom found him so attractive. Unfortunately, the feeling wasn't mutual.
Tom stood with a towel wrapped around his waist, with his dick making an obvious tent out front. His body was of big stocky build, no real definition, more like one huge muscle mass. But he had that jock aura to him, which teamed with his looks, made him the target for hero worship and adoration, which he took full advantage of. What he didn't realise that this was of no use to him with Johnny, as was shown by Johnny's, or rather Johnny's cock's, lack of interest.
"Well, thanks for sharing." Johnny said, and turning his back on Tom, resumed washing himself down.
Tom was dumbfounded. He'd never been turned down before, not even by the manliest guys on the team.
"Aren't you curious at all?" He asked in genuine astonishment.
"Not really." Johnny replied over his shoulder, continuing to soap his glowing body.
Tom's dick and balls were aching just watching him, he looked so hot with that tan. Tom unhooked his towel, and the 10" boner stood out proudly from between a neatly trimmed bush of blond hair above, and a set of heavy balls below.
Time to add the pressure, he decided.
He walked up to the shower beside Johnny, and turning it on, began rubbing himself down with his soap. He massaged the lather over his body seductively, trying his best to turn Johnny on, to no avail. In fact, in his efforts, he managed only to drop his bar of soap. Bending down away from Johnny, he reached for it only for it to slip away further, making him scrabble for it. He got a firm hold of it finally, and blushing, straightened up beside Johnny, thinking to himself what an idiot he must have looked. What he saw when he glanced at Johnny was that he was blushing too, looking embarrassed. Tom wondered what was wrong until he looked down, and saw a vision of perfection. Johnny's cock, standing a proud 12", with two huge balls bouncing underneath, with the pulsing of blood through his cock.
Tom realised what was happening, and, soaping up two fingers, started to finger his own hole, standing up, looking straight into Johnny's face. Soon he was moaning and groaning in delight, and in no time he was slipping in his whole hand, pumping it in and out.
Johnny was standing open mouthed, amazed at the obvious pleasure Tom was getting from this. His cock had swollen to 13 " " at the spectacle, much to his shame, as he knew he didn't like men sexually. Nevertheless, seeing the sight of Tom getting turned on was exciting him too. It was the sight of Tom's hole when he bent down started it all, a fleeting thought of his cock filling that tightness had given him the hardon, while the moans and groans of Tom now let him know how he would react to having Johnny's cock inside him.
Tom kept going for a good ten minutes, sliding his hand in and out, facing Johnny and his raging hardon. When he was sure he had Johnny's full attention, he bent over, his open hole facing Johnny, just inches in front of the head of Johnny's cock. He slid his hand in again, pulling one cheek aside with his other hand. He let out an exaggerated moan as he slid in, making sure Johnny saw the hole stretching round his hand. He moved in and out, letting Johnny know exactly how much he was enjoying it by making all the right sounds.
Suddenly he heard a sound behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Johnny moaning, slowly stroking his soaped up cock. Tom pulled out his hand, and taking Johnny's lathered hand, which was bigger than any encountered before, guided it to his hole. Johnny slowly slipped in a finger, and Tom groaned loudly, pushing back against it.
"All of it, go on." He urged Johnny.
Johnny pulled out his finger, and making his hand into the same shape as he'd seen Tom make with his own, started to push it all in. He was surprised by how warm it felt, and how loose it felt inside, once he got by the tight entrance. He had it in now, up to the wrist. Tom's knees nearly buckled at the fullness. Never before had he had such a large hand inside him, but boy it felt good.
"C'mon, pump it, like I did." He encouraged Johnny.
So Johnny pulled out, again slowly, loving the sensation of his hand gliding out of the entrance. He began moving in and out, slowly at first, speeding up when Tom told him to. Getting adventurous, he twisted his hand as he pumped, stretching Tom's hole in different directions, much to the recipient's delight, judging from the moans and trembling going on.
Johnny stopped wanking his cock. He wanted to feel that ring of muscle sliding all the way down his shaft, as it felt so good to his hand, it must be mindblowing for his cock.
Keeping his hand half in, he slid his cock head in, gasping at the tightness he felt. Cupping his hand around his cock, he pushed in both slowly together. At this, Tom yelled, and his knees buckled. Luckily, Johnny slipped his free hand round Tom's waist, and saved him from falling, keeping inside him.
"Sorry." Tom gasped, getting his balance.
"No, I'm sorry." Johnny insisted, "I shouldn't be doing this anyway."
And at that he began to pull out.
"No, don't!" Tom said suddenly, pushing Johnny back in.
He slowly straightened, keeping Johnny inside him, and moved to face the wall, bracing himself against it with both hands.
"Now, keep going, but without the hand." He said.
So Johnny pulled out his hand, and was astounded at the tightness of the ring around his shaft. He thought it would be loose after his hand in there, but it immediately contracted to fit his cock. He pushed in slowly, until his groin was tight against the bottom of Tom's back.
"Ooooh, yes, Johnny." Tom moaned, and allowed himself to go flat against the shower wall.
"I cant believe how good this feels!" Johnny exclaimed, his whole body pressed against Tom's.
"Now, pull right out." Breathed Tom, once he got used to the length and girth of Johnny's cock. "and push it in quicker than before."
So Johnny followed his instructions, and this time it was his turn for his knees to almost buckle. To buy time between thrusts, as he found them overwhelming, he ground his groin up against Tom, making his cock probe deeper inside Tom.
"Yes, Johnny, deeper!!" Tom yelled, "that is sooo good!"
Johnny pulled out, leaving just the head inside, and thrust back in, grinding deeper again. He couldn't believe how hot it felt inside Tom, how much his cock was stimulated by the tightness. As he got used to this, he started pumping in and out of Tom's hole, speeding up as he realised it wasn't hurting, but actually stimulating Tom, as Tom continued shouting in ecstasy at how Johnny's cock felt inside him.
Johnny could feel himself tightening, his balls throbbing with the need to cum, and pulling out, he shot his load all over Tom's back, coating him with sticky cum.
Tom felt empty at Johnny's cock coming out, but delight at the shots hitting his back. He turned when he felt no more, and facing Johnny wanked his dick quickly, shooting hot juices all over the front of Johnny, even hitting his face with it.
Laughing breathlessly, he pushed Johnny into the shower, and the cum rinsed off with the water.
"Sorry, got carried away there." He gasped to Johnny.
"Don't worry," Johnny breathed. "It was more than worth it!"
Tom rinsed Johnny's cum off his back, and grabbing his towel, dried off and got dressed.
"Thanks, see you." He called to Johnny, and left the changing rooms before Johnny got a chance to answer.
Johnny, thinking over what had happened, had a huge grin on his face. Goes to show, he thought, as long as it's a hole, I'll fill it. What a revelation for him, and what a choice now waited!!
Hope you enjoyed this. It can go on for a series if you like, but I need to know if you want it to. So write to me at shagmyass@yahoo.com Hope to hear from you soon!!