Author: Richard Saw
Categories: Adult Friends, Athletics
I've been a long-time reader of Nifty, adoring fan of so many writers. This story: The Tale of an Aussie Rugby Bottom was a book that I published via Amazon. I no longer sell it, but I decided that people here might like to read it, and the sequel that I never published.
Characters in these stories do feature in my Holmes & Watson mystery novels (available on Amazon, search Richard Saw), so if you like a little mystery novel (with lots of sex and humour), please do look them up. But I promise that all of the good stuff will be in these stories.
And yes, do send me fan mail..
The Tale of An Aussie Rugby Bottom, who also liked to Top - Chapter 2
It turned out to be a couple of days before Max messaged me. But in that time, I couldn't believe how thoroughly that one encounter had corrupted me. You would have thought that a first encounter like that for a newbie would have driven me away in confusion, but you see it wasn't my first encounter. I don't mean I'd had many, I'd had maybe two. Well who am I kidding, of course I knew I'd had two. The events of the past had been burned in my memory. But I had spent the last couple of years trying to refute all of this. And in one moment, everything had come rushing back.
I wanked off what seemed like a hundred times that week, all to the same fantasy of me getting laid by Max. I tried to think of girls, and I watched all the straight porn I had but it didn't get me hard anymore. Well maybe it did, but my mind kept going back to Max. That week I sent him a ton of texts, but he didn't respond to any of them, and I found myself turning into a right needy bitch, offering Max everything and anything I could think of to get a response, but nothing.
On Wednesday evening, I walked into the locker-room at the rugby ground for practice. Even more than playing, practice had always been my escape. I was always the coach's favourite on the practice field, giving 100%, taking every exercise seriously. If I lifted more and ran harder than anyone else, how would anyone suspect I wasn't like them? But for once I couldn't banish my thoughts. I was unable to focus on the training and the exercises. Of course I faked it well enough, but I knew. For the first time in my life, my carefully segregated mind was running free and here I was surrounded by a group of sweaty, muscular, overly touchy guys. On the field I was able to hold it together but in the changing room well that was a whole different situation. I felt like I was looking at these guys with a whole new set of eyes.
I sat there in my shorts and looked across at my team-mates and thought, Who the hell invented a jock-strap? Who the hell thought it was better than a pair of underwear?' And more importantly Why had I started wearing them?' For the first time I didn't shy my eyes as I looked at my teammate's arses. Damn... It was just, oh geez. Why the fuck did we wear something that showed your arse if you didn't want other guys to look at it? I'd heard that Americans were made to wear one as soon as they started playing sport. Which, given how they looked like something out of a porno, made you really wonder about Americans, right?
Nothing that went down that evening in the locker-room was any different from anything that had ever happened in my past. But now I looked at the towel-slapping, the muscle-flexing, the cracks about pussy and the reminder that it was a club tradition -- like most teams -- to do a lap around the field naked once you'd scored your first points. Luckily as a Centre I didn't usually score many tries, so I had mostly dodged this tradition.
"Oi mate you gunna get changed or what?" My confused countenance had obviously drawn the attention of our number 8, Gordon Kent. "You ok mate?" He asked as l looked up at him, his body still dripping wet from the shower and his towel not covering everything. "Did ya hit ya head or something?"
I shook my head. "No, sorry just feelin' a bit doozy that's all."
"Are you sure?" he said, sitting down next to me and grabbing hold of my head, his towel dropping to the floor and fuck me, a nice-looking cock just flopped out. "Everyone else has showered. You're just sitting here in your shorts. Concussion is serious stuff mate," he warned me. "You know I'm an ER doctor right? I see way too much of this. I think we should go get this checked out."
Gordon was a bit taller than most No. 8's I'd known but he was the most perfect guy for the role I'd ever seen. He was fast, in control and a natural captain. Older than most the guys on the team, he was married with a child on the way and like he said, an ER ward doctor. I think he had said he was Italian of origin which might explain the body hair and he had a huge, colourful tattoo down his left arm.
"Mate I really am fine," I protested. "I'm certain I didn't fall and trust me, my old man hammered into me the risk of concussion, ever since I started being a Centre."
"OK," he agreed. "But here," he said. "I don't want you going in the shower alone now that everyone else is done. I'll come in with you. Make sure you don't fall over."
"Yeah..." I agreed, still sounding a bit doozy, and not giving Gordon the impression that I was well enough. I pulled my shorts down, got my towel, and stumbled into the showers. I turned on the tap and rested my hands on the tiled wall, letting the water drain down my back. The days since the weekend had felt crazy and I didn't know where things were going. Then I felt a large hand on my back.
"Com'n mate," Gordon said as he started to wash my back. "The others will have already got to the pub by now."
"I don't think..." I started to say just as his hand went all the way down to my butt. There was nothing I could do but try not to tremble. Why now of all time did some guy invade my personal space in a way that made me tremor?
"Hey, we don't have to go if you don't want to," Gordon said as he finished up by washing my hair. "You don't look like the type who wants to hang out with the lads in the pub."
"I'm not really," I admitted as I turned off the shower and padded across the deserted change room to get my towel. "I guess we have to right? Team spirit and all that."
"Not necessarily," Gordon said. "No one is going to miss us. Com'n I know I good proper bar around the corner that serves a real drink," and we headed out together. Now as if Max hadn't done his level best to confuse me, Gordon seemed to be determined to finish the job. One glass of wine down the line and he was telling me about his wife and despite how much he loved her, since he'd got her pregnant she wasn't keen on giving him blow jobs anymore and he really missed them. And then he'd start talking about how hard-core I was with the training and when I mentioned my thighs were hurting he started to massage them. I should have run out of there straight away, but I thought that would look a bit suspect and anyway his attention was nice. It was like the back rubs my brother's mates would give me when we were playing X-Box back home. Just somehow less uncomfortable. Eventually though the knowledge that we both had to work the next day sent us heading for home.
The following day Max finally messaged me, and I was too fragile to fight it. He told me to meet him at some location in Soho after work. Nothing more. We arrived at almost the same time and without a word he ordered me to go into the shop.
"Hello Max darling," a camp, slightly chubby boy behind the desk lisped as we entered. "So what have you brought in for me?"
I blushed as badly as I did when Max had forced me to run home with a slit in the back of my shorts flapping open and I realised that I was totally befuddled by the situation.
"The lad needs a Brazilian, Patty," Max chuckled. "Fuckin hairy as all get-out down there."
"Well we can't have that," the chubby little twink chuckled and he indicated for us both to follow him into a treatment room. "Right dearie," he chirped at me, not at all afraid of my size, "Strip naked and get on the table on your hands and knees."
Somehow I couldn't stop myself. I mean I could have walked out of there whenever I wanted but I did what he said, mainly because Max was there, and I found myself really wanting to please him. So I stripped naked and climbed up on the table. "Legs apart and hold onto your junk," Patty suddenly snapped. I did as I was ordered and started to feel hot wax being slathered on my arsehole. "Ohhh," I moaned aloud without thinking it and Max chuckled.
"That was nothing sweetie. It's gunna really hurt now," the twink snarled in a mean tone of voice that I never thought he could possess.
And he wasn't kidding. I felt my pubes being ripped off from my arse. I had to bite down to prevent myself from screaming. I glanced over to Max who was standing there, with an expression of amusement on his face and that thick cock of his remained visible through his sweatpants the whole time. Quickly however it was all over and once the twink had finished he started to slather some cooling gel all around the sore area. Man it felt so good after the waxing and having desired another man's hand on my arse ever since my encounter with Max, I forgot where I was and wiggled back a little.
"Your bitch is getting horny," Patty laughed evilly, and he slid a finger into my arse. I couldn't stop myself, moaning and pushing back.
"Oi now, keep your hands off the arse," Max growled, "That's mine".
The twink pouted for a second before smiling. "But he'll swallow my load won't he?"
"Feck yeah," Max laughed. "He likes to be fed."
Suddenly the twink withdrew his finger from my arse, walked around in front of me, pulled his cock out and waggled it in my face. And I wanted it. I needed it. "Com'n boy," he laughed, his voice suddenly much deeper. "Suck on my cock." He shoved it towards my mouth, and I gobbled it down without even thinking.
I could hear him laugh as I licked it and slobbered around it, desperately trying to get more of it in my mouth. "He's a big lad ain't he?"
"Now don't be getting' all jealous there. I found him first, so I get to play with him," Max smirked. "So fuckin' hurry up and give him your load." The twink didn't seem upset at Max's tone and didn't waste any more time. He kept my head firmly on his cock and then with a squeak, started to cum, his load filling my mouth. I coughed and fought, my arms waving in the air as I struggled to maintain my balance.
"You feckin' spill a drop lad and you'll get what for," Max warned me. "Don't you be embarrassing me now," I fought to swallow it all, knowing that I couldn't bear the humiliation of failing Max.
Luckily Patty's load finally slowed, I was able to swallow it and he withdrew his cock from my mouth. "Sweet," he said, patting me on his head and zipping himself up. "I'll be out the front," he added.
I climbed off the table and looked over to Max. I was rock-hard and I wanted him to take me there and then. I'd waited so long for this.
"Get dressed," he ordered me, and he walked out, leaving me humiliated, naked and harder than I ever imagined I could be. I pulled my jeans and t-shirt on quickly and stumbled out into reception.
"That'll be £35," the twink said and I was forced to dig into my wallet to pay for having a sign of my manliness stripped away.
"Now I'm not going to be showing you what to do for everything," Max growled in a manner I couldn't quite understand, "But people are gunna expect you to keep yourself clean down there. No knob jockey like you should go around with a hairy hole, you get that lad?"
"Yes boss," I murmured, blushing again, and feeling like I was exposing myself to everyone we walked past, despite being fully dressed.
"Now we're off to the gym," Max declared, a little skip in his step.
This thought immediately perked me up. This was my zone, I was king of the gym -- well at least when you compared Max to me. Maybe, I thought, maybe we're becoming friends. He's helped me, I can help him.
But I was wrong. Max probably hadn't intended it, but he was going to prove how much of a real man he was. As we changed -- him into a comfortable t-shirt and board-shorts and me into my tight rugger shorts and tank-top -- I suddenly felt so un-masculine, such a show-off. I'd never had a problem with my gym gear before. I'd had my shorts for years and ok they were short, but I had big thighs that used to get caught on anything with a longer leg when I did squats. And I had big arms and big pecs. Of course a tank-top was the right thing to wear. And it was a Wallaby squad one I'd inherited from my brother. Max gave one look and chortled. And I blushed -- again!
"Tight. It shows off ya titties," he said, slapping my pecs. "Tell me, how did you think you were a real man before you met me?"
Subsequently my workout was awful. I couldn't lift half what I usually did. On some exercises Max even lifted more. And yet I was sweating... it felt like I was working out as hard as I had ever been. I couldn't understand it. Had I been faking my training all this time? Could I have been working harder?
"Nice," chuckled Max after one set were I only managed 6 reps. "Should I put you in one of those their Pump class with all the other girls?"
"No!" I squeaked and I grabbed the weight up again and powered out another set.
Max doubled himself over, laughing. "So you can lift a weight boyo. Muscles don't make you a real man you know." And with that we went back into the changing rooms. Max stripped and walked straight into the sauna in the shower area, sitting completely naked in one corner. Even though it was single sex and nudity was permissible, I always carried a towel with me.
"Pussssy," Max teased as I walked in. I blushed and placed the towel on the wooden slats before sitting down -- my newly waxed hole was super-sensitive to the heat. It was hot and I bent forward to try and hide my dick while Max lent back, happy to show himself off. Luckily there was no one else in the sauna, the gym had been relatively quiet and yet still, I could feel my heartbeat with the anxiety of it all.
"I'm not looking for anything serious lad, so don't be getting any feckin ideas of us moving in together and me training you to be the best full-back on the squad ok?" he said, suddenly.
I gulped in the burning air and nodded, realising that was exactly what I had wanted from him.
"You've been a bit of fun for me and I'm taking pity on you. Maybe you'll learn some shit. Now don't worry, you're gunna go screw a load of boys out there after this, I ain't gunna turn you into one of those dudes hanging out in the bogs, begging for a cock. But in order to fuck anyone good you need to know what it's like to be on yer knees. So in the future when you meet a real man you'll be able to tell him what you want. Ok?"
I nodded. "Yes boss."
"Good lad," Max smiled. "Now come over her and suck me off."
"Here?" I quaked, I'd never so much as let another guy see my cock in a gym sauna before.
Max nodded. His cock was alive. God, only a real man could be hard in a gym sauna like this... anyone could come into the shower area right now and see us and we would be banned from the gym for life if we got caught. How was it that he knew his right as a real man to get his cock sucked was bigger than any concern about getting in trouble? There was nothing I could do but obey him. I stepped down to the bottom of the sauna and knelt so that my head was in his lap and his big, thick cock went straight into my mouth. God I needed it. Even in a sauna it tasted fantastic, so masculine and salty.
"Mmm," Max said, sounding pleased for the first time that day. "That's it lad, suck my cock. Show me you're my bitch even in the gym. Go on, finger your arse," and I did, reaching around my arse to touch myself. "Get that big ole muscle pussy apart," he ordered, and I opened my legs and put all those years of rugby training and gym workouts to good use. "Fuck yeah," he swore. "That's so hot. I feckin' love it when big muscle boys like you turn out to be feckin desperate cock whores. Com'n, keep working it!"
I worshipped that cock because I was his bitch, and I was rewarded with a nice, healthy load down my throat. "Oh yeah," he sighed. We both looked down at my own cock. So nervous was I about doing this in public that it had almost withdrawn completely. But inside I was so horny. I couldn't understand it. "Nope," Max smirked. "You've got a long way to go to be a real man. Maybe the Aussie ladies have a spot in their rugby team for yer." He laughed and pushed me out of the sauna and into a shower cubicle.
He sent me home after that, even though I was begging for him to fuck me. He told me that my arse needed time to heal after the waxing or something. I spent the next couple of days in a complete horny daze, struggling to concentrate at work. And then the itching started.
Max as always, totally ignored my text messages. I sat at my desk squirming as my arsehole seemed to itch like never before. I thought it must be my suit pants but when I got home and stripped off, even the cool air in the apartment seemed to aggravate it. I did what I would usually do with chafing legs and coated it with Vaseline. But while it gave me a brief respite I still ended up waking in the middle of the night itching and wishing something was up there. And then when I put more Vaseline on it my fingers stayed inside, and I keep fucking myself. But of course I couldn't get deep like I wanted to. Eventually I decided that I couldn't take it any longer. I couldn't pretend I was a man anymore, I needed relief. So I called up the waxing shop. Luckily Patty answered the phone and remembered me.
"Yes sweetie what's the problem?" he snapped.
"My arse. It's really red. Maybe I'm allergic to the waxing I dunno."
"No that wouldn't be it," he said firmly. "You just need to get used to it."
"No it's really difficult," I tried to explain. "I can't work. I can't sleep."
"Sounds like you need something up there," he laughed.
"I think I do," I swear I blushed down the phone line.
Patty laughed again before saying, "Alright darling. You'd better come in tomorrow. I'll make an appointment."
The following day I went back to the waxing shop. I wanted relief up my butt in more than one way.
"Ah the rugby boy!" Patty smirked as I walked in. I smiled back. I still got a little excited when people recognised me as a rugby player. Yeah I had some childhood issues ok, we'll deal with them later. "Get into treatment room 1, take your clothes off. Get on the table on your hands and knees, hold your arse open and I'll be there in a minute." My face dropped and the receptionist couldn't resist from winking at me.
I walked into the treatment room and did as Patty ordered. As I entered, I remembered the first time I was here. A shiver came over me and I felt so excited. I stripped off my clothes, got up on the table and knelt on my hands and knees. As I felt my arse separate, it tingled again, and I wiggled in pleasure.
"You really are a slut," Patty said as he opened the door and walked in, catching me in the act. I felt my entire body blush.
"It's itchy," I said, trembling.
"I'm sure it is," he smirked as he put on a pair of plastic gloves. As I squatted there, he placed his hands on my arse and stretched it apart. "Well, well... it is very red down there."
"Do you have anything for it?" I squeaked.
"Well I might need a second opinion," he said. "Now rest your head on the table and bring your hands around and hold your arse open."
I did as he said and as soon as I was in position, I heard him move towards the door, fling it open and call out, "Tommy, Francis, come here."
Suddenly I could see out of the corner of my eye two more twinks coming into the room. And there I was, naked and holding my arse open.
"Hello, hello, what's all this then?" One of them squealed.
"The big fella's a bit sore," Patty smirked. "I thought you girls might enjoy offering a second opinion."
"Ohhh look Tommy," Francis exclaimed. "That's quite red. I think I'll need to take a picture of it," and he whipped out his mobile phone and started to take photos of my naked, spread arse.
"Tee hee," tittered Tommy. "I think I need a closer look," and suddenly I felt a squirt of cold liquid inside my tender arse.
"Ahhh," I murmured, my head dropping down and as a result my arse pushing back a little more.
"Oh I think he liked that!" Francis giggled. "I think you need to apply the gel in a little deeper though."
"Like this?"
And I felt a finger slide into me. Caught in this embarrassing position I started to shake from nerves and slight exhaustion. And then another slipped in. It felt good, oh it felt good.
"Look!" Giggled Tommy. "He's getting all excited."
And I felt fingers wrap around my cock and slowly milk it. I couldn't stop myself from moaning, "Ohh, ohh ... nooo."
"Right boys!" I heard Patty say firmly. "Time for you both to get on with your work."
There was a little whine of frustration from them at having their fun stopped and I suddenly felt the hand that was playing with my cock give it one last tug and then disappear. More disturbingly, I felt the two fingers that had been playing with my arse, withdraw.
"Bloody hell," Patty sighed. "Whomever nick-named those two The Hardly Boys wasn't far off the pace. Getting them to do any work is a task in itself."
Suddenly the room was empty except for Patty and me -- naked, hard, and aching for it bad.
"Right," Patty said, walking around to where my head was. "Here's some gel, you should apply it twice a day and any soreness should go away fairly quickly." He handed the gel to me before adding, "You can get dressed now."
"Whaaa?" I spoke. This wasn't how it was meant to happen. I... I... I was hoping that Patty would fuck me or at the very least, make him suck me off.
"You can go," Patty said, pointing at the door.
"But, but..." I spluttered as I stumbled off the table. "Is that all? I mean I thought I might need something else up there to... to calm it down."
Patty put his hands on his hips and just looked at me with disdain. "Last time was a one off. A favour for Max. I have a boyfriend you know."
My cock became instantly soft, and I put my hands in front to cover it and suddenly I felt very stupid. I could have got my clothes together and left straight away but I was so desperate I felt trapped. "Please..." I quaked.
Patty looked at me and I shrunk into the quivering pussy boy I obviously was. Finally he smirked that grin that reminded me of Max, "Like I can say no to this! Right, on your knees," he barked.
I jumped down on the floor and crawled over to where he stood, rubbing my own desperate dick while I did. Patty opened his pants and hauled out his cock before shoving it at my face. I took it all into my mouth and sucked on it like it was the last thing in my life.
"Yeah suck that dick," Patty rejoiced. "Play with yourself."
I did both. I don't think I could want something as much as I wanted this. I licked his cock head and bobbed my head furiously.
While all my attention was focused on getting him off, I was only partially aware of him pulling his phone out of his pocket and starting to film me. As soon as I was aware I found myself even more turned on. Starring in my own porno was incredibly hot and I started to show even more desperation to pleasure him.
After a few minutes I started to feel Patty tighten and then he came quickly, his cum pouring into my mouth. As he pulled away I transferred my attention to my own cock and thankfully was able to come quickly, leaning back on my haunches and shooting all over myself in one big spray.
"Right!" Patty declared as he looked at me, sprawled on the floor covered in cum. "This is how it's going to work from now on. You'll come in once a month and you'll get a crack and sack by one of the girls. I'm not letting you near any of the boys. If there's so much as a semi seen by anyone, the photos and film will go on-line. Do you understand me?"
I nodded my head shamefaced and crawled over to where my clothes were. I thought this would be hot but now I was more embarrassed than I could have imagined. I thought Patty would think this was hot too but all of a sudden it felt so sordid for both of us.
Suddenly Patty seemed to pause and contemplate the situation. "Look mate. You seem a nice guy, just a bit confused is all. There are plenty of guys out there and believe me, you'll have no problem. Let's just forget this ever happened ok?"
Even though we bumped into each other many times over the years -- and we were always civil -- there was nothing like the friendship that I would learn could form from casual encounters. It was one of those early lessons in my life. Never go back and try to replicate hot sex.