Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2003 19:27:43 EST
From: shagmyass@yahoo.com
Subject: johnny's rugger bugger

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!!