Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 21:18:57 +1030
From: Elliot Hawk <elliothawk@outlook.com>
Subject: Elliot and the Rugby Captain 2

Elliot and the Rugby Captain 2

Copyright © 2014 by Elliot Hawk
(elliothawk@outlook.com)

Disclaimer: The material in this work is for mature audiences only and
contains graphic sexual content and language.  It is intended only for
those aged 18 and older. All of the characters in this work are assumed to
be at least 18 years of age. This is a work of fiction. All names,
characters, and settings are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events,
names, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead, is entirely
coincidental. In the real world having sex without using a condom can be
very dangerous to your health. Don't ruin your life or your future. Slip it
on before you slip it in.



This is Part 2 of a mostly true story concerning a guy I met in high
school. Names/details etc. have been changed. Thanks for all the feedback
after my first story, again I would really really love to hear your
thoughts/suggestions/criticisms and if you want me to write any further
stories about Elliot and Tim :)


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Buzz...Buzz...

"Shit," I muttered to myself. Even though the phone in my pocket was on
vibrate it still made enough noise that Ms O'Connor might notice. I glanced
up from the English essay I had been furiously scribbling down and peered
over at the teacher's desk. Ms O'Connor was busy typing away on her
computer, only occasionally glancing up at the room full of students
working silently on the exam. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, I
leant back in my chair and slid the phone out of my pocket enough to read
who the text message was from. My dick instantly began to swell when I saw
the name on the screen – Tim Bradford.

Heart starting to pound, I quickly checked to see if the teacher was
looking and opened the message:

P5 11:30. T u/neath library

I crammed my phone back into my pocket. The sound of my heart pounding in
my chest was louder than the clock on the classroom wall and I had to take
a few deep breaths to try and calm myself down. It had been a few days
since Tim had sent me a text. Usually when Tim wanted me he'd tell me to
sneak into his room at night or on weekends in the boarding houses. This
was the first time he'd asked me to meet him during school hours and I was
nervous as hell. It was Tim's way of telling me to meet him during Period 5
in the small toilet block underneath the school library. My heart was still
going a mile a minute thinking about what Tim was asking me to do and
whether I was willing to risk it. The thought of meeting him during school
hours and in public was just crazy. Different scenarios kept running
through my head. I mean, if we were caught we'd be suspended at the least
and that story wouldn't stay quiet, the whole school would eventually find
out not to mention my parents. I tried to think of some excuse, some reason
that I wasn't able to make it that he might believe. But who was I kidding;
I wasn't going to reply simply because Tim knew that I would be there. Ever
since the first night that I'd sucked him off I'd become, well, I guess the
only way to describe it was his bitch. It was kind of embarrassing how
obsessively I craved him, but I think that was half the thrill for Tim. He
got off on people admiring him and I think he enjoyed the power he had over
me more than he would ever admit. I was a pretty confident and outgoing
person usually and I hated being told what to do or being thought of in any
way feminine or inferior, but for some reason whenever Tim wanted it I had
this compulsion to obey. Maybe it was the way he just exuded
masculinity. Maybe deep down inside all I really wanted was to be a little
submissive bitch. Maybe it was just because he was the only guy that knew I
was gay and therefore my only outlet. Or maybe it was just his impressive
dick and thick tasty cum. I usually tried not to think about it too much
otherwise I'd do my head in. All I knew for sure was that I liked it and I
didn't want it to stop.

Turning back to my exam I found it even harder to concentrate on writing
about Macbeth when all I could think about was undoing Tim's belt and
licking his balls through his Calvin Kleins. The rest of the lesson passed
agonisingly slowly as I made half-hearted attempts to finish my essay
properly.

When the bell finally rang I was the first out the door and headed straight
for my Period 5 Science class. Sitting at my desk in the back of Mr
Mueller's class I could barely pay attention to anything we were supposed
to be learning as I watched the clock slowly ticking on. It didn't help at
all that Mr Mueller looked as if he was a distant uncle of
Tim's. Australian with German roots, Bastian Mueller had similar pale
blonde hair to Tim's, but much shorter and combed over, combining nicely
with his light beard. He differed further with shining blue eyes instead of
green and darker tanned skin. He definitely wasn't as muscular as Tim was
either, but his business shirts always hung tightly, defining his nice arms
and broad shoulders. His narrow waist supported a pert little bubble butt
that I could never avoid staring at when he was writing on the board. He
was a former swimmer and coached at a nearby all-girls school which was
pretty depressing. I started drift into dream land, imagining Tim standing
up at the front of the class in a blue button up and tight fighting grey
pinstriped trousers. In my fantasy Tim the teacher was teaching biology,
demonstrating to the class the functions of the male reproduction system.

I probably would have lost track of the time altogether if Brodie
Fitzgibbon hadn't elbowed me and asked to borrow a pen.  Fishing one out of
my pencil case I glanced up at the clock. Shit 11:27 I stuck my hand in the
air: "Sir, can I go to the bathroom?" I had to adjust my cock before I
stood up so the entire class wouldn't notice my hard-on. I still wasn't
really sure what the hell I was doing. It was insane. I must be insane. But
the appeal of Tim fucking Bradford was just too much.

Heading out the door I made my way as fast as I could towards the small
block of toilets beneath the library. I'd used it a couple of times before
so I understood why Tim had chosen them. They were down a quiet dead end
hallway that only led to bathrooms and a cleaner's closet.  They weren't
even really student bathrooms; they were mainly used by the staff in the
library and the school reception block and since that staff was 90% female
I'd never seen anybody else in the male bathroom. I walked quickly,
resisting the urge to look around before going down the stairs. As I shut
the door behind me my heart was beating so fast I felt sick. It wasn't a
huge bathroom, one urinal stand and one stall across one of the walls with
a sink and mirror in between. I quickly noticed Tim wasn't here yet. I
looked at my watch: 11:30. I stood at the sink, pretending to wash my hands
so that if somebody other walked in I could see who it was and make a quick
getaway if needed. Looking down I could see my hands were shaking and the
face staring back at me in the mirror was losing colour fast. It felt like
I had been standing there for ages so I checked my watch again: 11:35.

"Fuck." Breathing heavily I tried to figure out what I should do. If I left
now and ran into Tim it would be too suspicious to come back, but if Tim
wasn't coming I couldn't wait forever. I paced the length of the room a few
times. "Fuck it" I sighed. I turned around to leave and the handle turned
from outside. My heart skipped about 20 beats as I stood there, staring
stupidly at the door. Tim swung the door open, saw me and smiled
broadly. My heart melted. He was wearing the school PE shirt, white and
blue cotton polo that was probably two sizes too small for him, as well as
a pair of white school rugby shorts that barely came a quarter of the way
down his thighs. He must have come straight from PE because he was covered
in sweat, his massive tanned arms glistening and grass and mud tracked up
the side of one of his legs. There was even some of it across his face and
hair. Tim never looked happier, or sexier, than when he was playing rugby
and all of a sudden I didn't give a fuck about skipping that math class
anymore.

"Wasn't sure if you'd be here, somebody must be thirsty today," Tim
teased. He pulled a piece of paper and blue tac out of his pocket and stuck
it on the door: `Out of Order'. He shut the door and sauntered over, wiping
the sweat from his brow with his forearm.

"Is the door locked?" I blurted out anxiously, excitement and nerves
fighting a battle in my chest.

"Nobody ever comes down here man, I fucked a teacher's aide in here like
ten times last year," he smirked, "Fuck that pussy was tight, bangin' tits
as well. She was always thirsty for me too, absolutely atrocious at giving
head though. I was so depressed when her contract was up."  He leant back
against the door and stretched his arms up, exposing his abs and a peek of
his pubes. He smiled flashing bright teeth and emerald eyes in that
half-smirk that pretty well always got him exactly what he wanted. And now
he wanted me. He nodded his head back slightly, all the invitation I
needed.

I moved in a bit, feeling a little bolder this time.  Usually I just went
straight for his dick, but now I brushed my fingertips softly across his
abs, feeling the sweat that had soaked through his polo shirt. I slowly
moved up to his chest, rubbing my fingertips across his massive pecs. I
glanced furtively up at Tim, trying to gauge his reaction while knowing
that I was pushing the boundaries. He stared straight back at into my eyes,
still smirking slightly, obviously enjoying being admired but a little bit
impatient at the same time. I began circling his left nipple gently with my
right hand, larger circles gradually giving away to smaller. His pecs were
rock solid, wide flat and brown they tensed and coursed enticingly beneath
the thin dirty cotton. I reached down and fondled the head of his semi hard
penis, mimicking the circles on his nipples. His dick jumped a few times in
eager anticipation.  I could tell I was turning him on but at the same time
pushing the limits of what he was comfortable having another guy do to
him. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt with both hands and brought it up,
revealing his defined torso.  Kneeling down, I licked the salty juices of
sweat. Starting from the belly button I travelled up his stomach towards
his luscious nipples, pushing his shirt further up to his pits. Tim raised
his arms and I stood to bring the shirt up over his head, dropping it to
the ground. I licked further, moving closer and to his left nipple before
finally wrapping my wet lips over his manly tits and sucking gently.

 I glanced up at Tim again as I toyed with his nipples. The smile had
disappeared from his face. In its place was confusion, his mouth was open
slightly to let little gasps of pleasure escape but his brow was
furrowed. Indecision and confusion were etched along his perfect features
and I could tell he was enjoying how it felt but not what it meant. Tim
didn't strike me as the closet gay type so I believed him when he said that
all he wanted was a blowjob every now and then, but I wanted more than that
with him. I wanted to see how far I could push him.  Feeling emboldened and
drunk on the taste of sweat and pheromones I left his nipple and let my
tongue travel to new territory. I nuzzled gently into the gap between his
bicep and lats, probing towards his pits. The scent was overpowering, pure
masculinity was exuding from his pits and I pushed my way towards them with
my tongue. Tim lifted his arm up and placed his hand behind his head, not
so much aroused as curious as to what the hell I was doing. I knew that
this was completely new and strange to him, no girl would have ever tried
to lick his armpits before, but at that moment I was devouring them. I
licked all over, tasting him and drawing little circles with my tongue. I
kissed and tongued, playing with the thin hairs and twisting them all
over. Tim still hadn't objected so I decided to push my luck even further,
charting a path towards the new object of my desire, the place where that
perfect and erotic smile originated. I pulled my body in closer, close
enough that I could feel the heat coming off Tim's glistening body. I
settled just above his collarbone, nuzzling the little grove and
establishing a base camp. Tim shuffled a bit uncomfortably, but he stayed
silent. He hadn't made any effort to push me down to his dick yet. In a
rush of adrenalin, I moved slowly up towards his lips.

In a flash Tim's fists connected with my stomach. I doubled over in pain,
groaning and clutching at the point where he'd connected.


"That's not what this is," Tim growled. Despite the pain, the low rumble of
his voice and the aggressive, domineering tone caused a stirring in my
groin. I knew I'd pushed it too far, but I still wanted what I'd come for.

"Far out Tim, calm the fuck down. I'm sorry." I managed to groan. Tim took
a step and in another quick movement he grabbed me by the shoulders, kicked
my legs out from under me and pushed me down towards the floor. He was
kneeling now, holding me down by the scruff of the neck menacingly. I could
smell the heat coming from his armpits, a heady mix of sweat, grass and
man.

"Don't try any of that homo shit Elliot. All I want is my dick sucked,
alright?" I tried to sit up and push him off me but with ridiculous
strength he shoved me back down and sat on me, straddling my chest and
holding me down with his gigantic sweaty thighs. I lay back staring up at
his heavenly body with only a tiny white pair of ruggers between me and my
prize. With a bit of an awkward struggle, he dropped his shorts to his
ankles and knelt closer putting his knees into my armpits. His thick juicy
cock was hovering above my lips, teasing me while his round swollen balls
dripped sweat onto my neck. I lifted my head up eagerly, tasting the salty
sweetness of his balls as I rolled them between my lips and tongue. Tim's
hands found their way to the back of my head and he lifted me up while
angling his dick down towards my mouth.

Tim didn't even give me time to tease his cock. He slammed his prick
angrily straight into my mouth. I sputtered and coughed but Tim didn't
slow. It was as if he was in heat. He was in the mood to fuck. He ploughed
hard and deep, working the back of my throat. I could see the muscles in
his legs and abs tensing and coiling, the sweat starting to build on his
brow. I couldn't take my eyes of his face as he lost himself in
ecstasy. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open, probably imagining
the bimbo teacher he'd fucked in this room last year but I didn't care, I
was happy to play the fill in role.


In and out his thick dick pummelled and I could start to taste his pre
cum. It was all I could do to keep myself from cumming in my pants. Tim
started to grunt now. He pushed my head back to the ground and lifted
himself over me. Holding himself up in a pushup position he began to thrust
his whole weight into me, fucking my face in a furious frenzy. His speed
began to increase and I could hear his breathing quicken and see more sweat
began to form all over his body. He was pushing deeper but I couldn't
handle it, coughing and gurgling, gagging and resisting despite wanting to
be able to take it. Tim wanted to fuck deeper, but fearing that he would
probably lose his dick in an involuntary bite he eased off, thrusting only
part way.

It seemed like he continued to that way for hours, each thrust bringing his
beefy thighs into my stomach until I heard him whisper "Fuuuuuuuuck" and
then all of a sudden the thrusting stopped and I felt his cock pulsing,
unleashing a gigantic payload of cum into my mouth. I swallowed as quickly
as I could, but burst after burst kept shooting out of his dick until it
overflowed, dribbling down my chin. I caught it with my fingers before it
leaked onto my uniform, grabbing and jerking Tim's dick as he slowed into a
gentle post-orgasmic rhythm. I sucked greedily on his manhood, drawing out
every last dribble of cum and savouring the taste.

Tim abruptly jumped up and pulled up his shorts then picked up his shirt
off the ground and pulled it over his shoulders. I sat up, wiping more of
his cum off my lips and watching Tim struggle to get his gorgeous blond
head into his polo. He finished dressing and turned to leave without saying
a word. He stopped however, with his hand on the door and turned around
staring back at me.

"Don't you ever fucking try that again Whittaker."  He said in a low steady
voice, not in an overtly menacing way, but still aggressive enough to show
he meant business. "I'm sorry about hitting you mate, but you just took me
by surprise." He paused for a second, waiting for me to respond. I just
nodded glumly. Now that it was over I felt really guilty about it, but I
couldn't muster the courage to open my mouth. He smirked slightly, in the
way that truly made me so obsessed with him. "If you want that you better
work out a way to grow a pussy and a pair of tits. I ain't into dick and
your mouth is good, but I can't fuck it properly like a nice moist vag."
With that, he waltzed off casually down the hallway back to PE.

I looked at my watch: 11:50. "Shit," I muttered.  Stopping only to wash the
remnants of Tim's jizz off my face I hurried back to the
classroom. Bounding in the door I interrupted the Mr. Mueller as he was
writing a few equations on the whiteboard.

"What's taken you so long Elliot?" Mueller demanded, glancing at the large
clock on the wall, "It shouldn't take you nearly twenty minutes to use the
bathroom."

Trying to act as casually as possible, when inside my heart was pounding, I
shrugged and said "Sir, if you'd had to eat what the boarders had for
dinner last night you'd know exactly why it took me twenty minutes." A few
guys in the class laughed and even the teacher fought off a smile.

"Don't be crude, Elliot, just sit down and open up your textbook" he said,
turning back to the equations. I sauntered to the back of the classroom and
plonked myself down into my chair.

Buzz Buzz

My heart skipped a beat and I whipped out my phone to see another message
from `Tim Bradford'.

`Same time/place tmrrw'


 "Who's texting you bro? " asked Brodie, trying to peer over and read the
message.

"Fuck off Brodie, mind your own. Stay the fuck out of my business all
right?" I snapped back, shoving my phone into my pocket quickly.

"Whoa, chill out. I won't read it if you don't want me to, was just
asking." Brodie said, speaking softly so Mueller wouldn't hear from the
front of the classroom.

"Sorry," I whispered back, feeling like a bit of a dickhead. Brodie
Fitzgibbon was quite literally the nicest guy in the entire school so I
felt bad for snapping at him. "It's just uh... Some girl I hooked up with
last week at Jaden's party is giving me a ton of shit and I'm just so over
it."

"What's her name?" he said, without looking over.

"Huh?" I said, frantically scrambling to remember some of the girls at the
party, who I definitely had not hooked up with.

"The name of the girl, or is that a secret too?" he said, looking over
while copying down the questions on the board for that night's homework.

"Erica Clark" I mumbled, feeling relieved that I'd remembered one of the
airheaded bimbos I got stuck talking to at the party.

Brodie stopped writing and looked over with an eyebrow raised. "You're so
full of shit Elliot," he said smiling wryly, "I saw Erica talking to you
for 10 minutes, but she spent the rest of the night sucking Nick Porter's
dick in the tool shed. In fact I'm pretty sure she blew Riley Carter as
well that night, probably at the same time. Those two are pretty fucked
like that." He looked over again, waiting for a response.

I opened my mouth, frantically searching for some kind of retort but none
came. Brodie pretty much knew everything that went down at any party,
because he was friends with pretty much every guy in the school and every
girl in the area, so I knew I was busted. I shut my mouth again and just
went back to copying down the questions.

"Look mate, it's obviously something private so whatever, I won't bother ya
but if it's something serious let me know if I can help out. But cheer up
though you mopey bastard." Brodie said, punching me on the arm.

"Cheers." I mumbled back. Brodie went back to his calculator and the
algebra that was still unfinished in front of him. I watched him out of the
corner of my eye for a bit. It was moments like just now that it was pretty
obvious why nobody ever had a bad word to say about Brodie Fitzgibbon. The
guy was just the friendliest and kindest person you'd ever meet. When most
guys in the school would make fun of each other or insult kids behind their
back, Brodie would never join in. He was a smart kid too, always near the
top of his class especially in music. The guy could play 4 instruments for
fucks sake. He was pretty good looking too, not surprising considering his
pedigree (the school-wide consensus was that his mother was the greatest
MILF).  His family was loaded in fact, his Dad was a successful property
developer and his Mum He was well built, but not thickset like a rugby
player. He was mainly a swimmer and soccer player and he also ran a bit of
track. He was muscular and toned, but not big. From swimming training I
knew his six-pack was incredibly defined with deep set lines down towards
his crotch. It seemed like the only part of his body that held any fat was
his ass, making it small but round and perky. I wouldn't say he was thin,
just not as thick and hunky as the rugby guys on my team I usually stared
at. Looking into his kind brown eyes as he worked I kept noticing little
details about him: his wavy, almost curly brown hair that he kept flicking
out of his eyes, his cute button nose and his big goofy smile that was so
broad it made his eyes seem to disappear. While watching him I got this
kind of fluttering, swooping sensation in my diaphragm. It wasn't the way I
felt when I looked at Tim, and I'd never really looked at Brodie at all to
be honest. He wasn't my usual type, but now I just had this sudden urge to
lean across the table and kiss him. My daydream was abruptly interrupted
the loud clanging of the school bell. I grabbed all my books and followed
my classmates out the door to lunch.



Later that night I lay in the darkness of my dorm room, restless and
fidgety. I'd been lying there for an hour or so, just listening to the
whistles and snorts of the other guys who were asleep. I was thinking about
Tim, and as usual when that happened I was rock hard and busting to nut. I
didn't really want to sneak off to the toilets and jerk off in one of the
stalls like I usually did, it was too cold for it that night. I reached
into my pillow case and grabbed the condom I'd stashed in there after
they'd given them out at a sex education class as well as a small packet of
lube. I tore the packed open, trying to be as quiet as possible. All of the
beds were partitioned so nobody was going to see me, but I still didn't
want to make any noise.  I rolled it down over the throbbing head of my
dick down to the base. Sliding some lube all over I began to stroke gently,
replaying the events of earlier that day in my head. I could picture Tim so
clearly, his hard muscular body glistening, the taste of his cum, the way
he smelled and his balls bouncing off my chin. But oddly enough it was
really hot thinking about Tim banging that teacher's aide. I pictured him
going balls deep into her, fucking her like the beast he was. I began to
wonder what it would feel like to get fucked as a girl, to feel a throbbing
penis inside of you, filling you.

If only I was a chick, I thought to myself, I'd have let Tim fuck me twice
a day. I could have kissed him.

I opened my eyes at a thought. Gay guys fucked each other didn't they?
That's what most of the guys on the rugby team reckoned, hurling insults
like fudgepacker and ass licker along with the usual homo and faggot
jibes. I wondered what that would feel like, to get fucked in the ass.  My
exposure to porn had been pretty scarce, usually limited to stolen
magazines and videos other guys kept on their phones since the school
computers were so strictly monitored. I definitely knew girls could take it
in the ass, so I guess it seemed pretty obvious guys could too.

Curiosity overwhelmed me. I scooped a glob of lube off my dick and ventured
somewhere on my body I'd never been before. I slid my finger down my
perineum, or taint as I'd heard some guys call it. I went further and
further until I found my ass hole. It was a strange sensation. It felt
nothing like I expected it to, it was tiny and soft and sensitive to the
touch, causing goosebumps all over as I ran my finger around the edges of
my hole.

There's no fucking way a dick fits in that!?! I thought, pushing gently
against the hole with my forefinger. It barely seemed to give at all. I
pushed around, enjoying the feeling but unsure as to how the hell a dick
would go up there. Curiosity again guided me, I was determined to know what
it felt like. My dick still rock solid, I pushed harder and felt my tight
hole begin to give slightly as I pushed my finger inside. The feeling was
like nothing I'd ever felt before, with my finger about halfway into my
hole I had twenty different feelings at once. It felt good, but strange and
a little painful as well. I wriggle the finger around and felt my ass
loosing up a bit. I pushed in further, slowly but surely until my hole
finger was inside me. It felt so odd, good but uncomfortable at the same
time. I twirled my finger around, feeling how it felt inside me. I poked a
bit, and then gasped as I jabbed on particular spot. It felt good. It felt
really good. I poked again, getting that same pang of pleasure. I eased my
finger in and out slowly, fucking myself while jerking my cock at the same
time. I moved my middle finger to the hole and pushed it in as well. It
hurt at first, but slowly I felt my ass open up and I increased my speed,
plunging in and out and curling my fingers to prod the spot that felt so
good. I went faster and faster, prodding at the spot in a steady beat. All
of a sudden an intense, powerful feeling began to build in my loins, I
jerked faster and faster, breathing heavy. The intensity of the feeling
inside me increased, and all of a sudden it exploded and I felt tingles
throughout my entire body. I gasped, my toes curled and I thrust my hips
forward as it felt like litres of cum exploded out of me.

 I let go of my dick and lay back, gasping for air. I looked down and saw
how much cum was in the condom. I slid the condom off and dumped it in the
bin under my desk. I lay there for another twenty minutes before I fell
asleep, just fondling my balls and my swollen dick, all the while imagining
what it would have felt like to have Tim fuck me.