Date: Fri, 15 May 2015 21:58:25 -0700
From: Master Gilbert <lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rugby Boy Matt

All characters and events in this work are fictitious.  Any resemblance to
real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual
acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations
and/or acts.


Rugby Boy Matt


I have been playing rugby with the gay team here in DC for a couple years
now.  It was my escape from the computer coding I did in an office I didn't
care for.  Playing fly-half I tend to escape the mundane day to day parts
of my life.  It gives me something to do and to look forward to while
sitting at my desk.  It also gave me a way to spend more time with my
boyfriend, Brent, who plays the hooker on the team.  I met him two years
ago and fell in love with him right away.  We have been playing on the same
rugby team ever since.

The team is divided into two basic groups, the forwards and the backs.  As
a fly-half I run; I handle the ball and I run.  I stay away from the
forward guys, because they're big and they tend to get really rough.  They
are like bulls in a china shop.  So when a new Navy commander joined the
forwards I hardly even noticed.

The first time I even noticed him was during an away trip when we were
stuck in a hotel room together.  He was a stocky guy, meaty you might say.
Although I guess to be in the forward you would have to be.  He went by
Alex.  He had to be of Latin descent because he had that darker skin tone,
squared jaw, and dark hair.  I think the guys said Alex was short for
something else.

I tried not to look when he came out of the shower and into the room using
his towel to dry his hair instead of covering himself up.  His cock must
have been 8 or 9" but it wasn't the length that caught my attention as much
as it was the girth.  I'm sure he must have split some people open with his
cock.

Our game went pretty easy.  We were playing a Tennessee team and as usual
we had little difficulty winning.  But if you have ever played rugby, then
you know the game is only part of the sport.  The other half begins at The
Third Half, the social after the game.  Being the winning team and the
visitors, we were treated to beer, and beer, and more beer, and then some
shots. By the end of the first hour I was finally beginning to relax and
let my guard down.

About a half hour later, I was looking for my boyfriend.  It took me a few
minutes to realize he wasn't here.  While I didn't want to admit it, all I
could think about was that thick and meaty cock on the new guy in the
forwards.  I needed my boyfriend, I needed his cock.  Where the hell was
he?

Oh that's right, he couldn't come this time, that's why I am sharing a room
with the meaty forward.

All I need to do is keep it together, and remember that I could get cock as
soon as we got home tomorrow night.  That's not too long.  I can do this.

Here comes the boot!  They are passing the boot, god damn rugby tradition.
It's more beer, this time in a rugby shoe, or boot and you are supposed to
turn it up and finish the whole thing without stopping.  Maybe if I go
around I can get behind it.

"Hey Matt, get over here." I heard the new guy, Alex, yell.

I was shocked that he even knew my name.  I tired raising my hand to say I
was done, but the guys from the Tennessee team weren't having it.

"Get your ass over here and drink the boot." Alex said again.

He handed me the boot and like a good team player, I turned it up and
downed it.  After that I went over to a table near the door and sat down
for a second.  I could feel the beer and shots catching up with me.

Alex came over and sat down next to me and asked if I was okay.  I tried to
pick my head up and answer but all I could do is look at him.

"Hey, I'm going to take Matt back to the room, I think he's done." I heard
Alex tell the group.

I can remember Alex helping me leave the bar, and I remember vaguely
getting back to the hotel.  After that it gets kind of fuzzy.  When I woke
up the next morning, I was naked and had a massive head ache.  It was more
than a hangover.  God I drank too much.

I got up and realized how sore my legs were.  My asshole was pounding hard,
with shots of pain hitting me like crazy. I got to the bathroom and that's
when I felt the lube on my ass.  The next thing I felt was the unmistakable
feeling of cum running out of my ass.  I sat on the toilet letting the cum
run out of my ass and tried to remember what happened.

I got snap shots from last night.  I remember opening my eyes and seeing
Alex on top of me.  I remember feeling my legs pushed into my chest.  I
remember the feeling of being rolled over and Alex's weight on my back, his
thick arm wrapping my neck in a choke hold.  With my eyes closed I could
feel the searing pain ripping through my ass as Alex used me like a cum
dump.

What have I done?  I have never cheated on my boyfriend before.  I don't
even bottom that much.  Usually all we do is 69, or rim each other and jack
off.  I mean I have bottomed, but not that much.

That's when I started thinking, did Alex drug me?

It would make sense.  I mean I can usually hold my beer better than this.
I usually can drink well enough to keep up with the other guys.  So that
had to be it, Alex had to have put something in my drink.

I stewed in my thoughts for a while.  I finally got up my courage and got
up off the toilet and went out to confront Alex.  But Alex wasn't in the
room.  I tried to remember back to when I got up, was he in the room then?
I can't remember.  But I am pretty sure that no one had left the room, so I
guess he was already up and out before I woke up.

About 20 minutes later the door opened and Alex came in like nothing had
happened.  I was so mad and frustrated thinking that I had been drugged
that I could barely wait for him to get into the room before I said
something to him.

"Did you drug me last night?" I blurted out and didn't't even wait for an
answer before asking "Did we do anything last night?"

"Fuck yeah, you begged for my cock and then took it like a champ. You
screamed like a motherfucker though."  Alex said, almost laughing at me,
with a big smile on his face.  "I mean I have fucked some real sluts and
you took it better than some of them.  Want to see?"

With that he whipped out his phone and pulled up a video showing me with my
knees up to my chest and Alex plowing my ass hard.  I was in shock while
the video played and I listened to myself moan and groan while Alex told me
what a whore I was and how good my ass felt on his cock.

"Delete that please." I heard myself plead.

"Are you kidding, it already has over a thousand views on X-tube." Alex
gloated with that big grin of his.

I was in shock.  You could clearly see my face in the video.  Alex's face
was never seen, but there were some close ups of my face.  If my boyfriend
sees this I'm sure he will leave me.

"Please man, I will do anything if you would just take that video down." I
pleaded.

Alex's brow went up and you could see him thinking about it.  All I could
do is hope that he would do the reasonable thing.  I mean after all, we are
on the same rugby team.

"I'll tell you what" Alex started to say but was talking slowly like he was
still thinking while he spoke.  "If I take this video down, you have to
make yourself available to me anytime I need to get off."

Are you kidding me?  Really?  What a choice, leave the video on the
internet where anyone can see it, or agree to be Alex's personal whore.

"Look at this!" Alex pushed his phone into my face again.  "This guy wants
to know if you will make a porno."

"I'll do it. Take it down now."  I said.

"You sure?" Alex smirked.

"Please man, I can't have anyone I know seeing that video."  I was almost
in tears.

Alex did something on his phone and then showed me the screen.  The video
said it was deleted.  I finally started breathing again, but as I did the
reality of the deal I made finally started to sink in.

Alex took my phone from the night stand and handed it to me.  I unlocked it
for him and then he put his number into it.

"Anytime I call or text you I expect an answer immediately." Alex said as
he did something else with my phone.  "Do you understand boy?"

I nodded still trying to process it all.

Alex looked around the room and I guess he was satisfied with himself
because he flopped down on his bed and grabbed the remote.  I looked around
and decided I needed to get dressed and grab something to eat.  I grabbed
the room key and headed down to the free breakfast.

I walked into the little breakfast area and I swear everyone there turned
and looked at me.  I felt like everyone had seen that video and was looking
at me.  I was so uncomfortable.  I kept to myself and didn't even sit with
my friends on the team.

My fears were confirmed when one of the forwards came over and asked how
sore I was.  I felt like I turned bright red and started to mutter
something.  He looked at me and started talking about a hit I took during
the game that knocked me on my ass and that's when I realized he didn't
know about what happened last night.  I nodded and kind of laughed as he
slapped me on the back and walked away.

The trip back to DC went pretty much the same as breakfast did.  I had
never felt uncomfortable around my own team mates, but now I did.  The
sideway glances and looks I was getting.  I felt so much pressure.  Not to
mention my ass was seriously sore.

When I got home and Brent came to the airport to pick me up I was so scared
that he had seen the video that I spent the entire ride home looking out
the window, afraid to look at Brent for fear he would see I was worried.
As soon as I got home I went to the bedroom and then slipped into a hot
bath.  Brent said he had to take care of something at work and that he
didn't know when he would get home so I finally started to relax thinking I
would have some time to think everything through.

While sitting the bathtub, I couldn't figure out how I was going to get
through this.  How was I going to tell Brent about what happened?  Even
worse, what if Alex got pissed at me and put the video back out on the
internet?  Damn, my asshole still hurt. I was so depressed that when my
phone went off I almost didn't even answer it, but it was Alex.

"I need your ass, come over." He said, without even saying hello or
anything.  I started to protest but Alex wasn't having it.

"I don't even know where you are." I said thinking I might still get out of
it.

"It's in your phone boy, just open the maps app." Alex continued.  "You are
20 minutes from me so I expect you here in twenty five.

How did he know where I was?  How did he know so much about me?  What was I
going to do?

I was on autopilot as I got ready and followed the directions in the phone.
My life was over.  I didn't even care anymore I guess.  What more could
happen?  I couldn't have felt any lower or more like a prostitute showing
up at a john's house.

I got over to the address in the phone and went to the front door.  Alex
answered the door still in his military uniform.  I have to admit seeing
him in his dress pants and short sleeved military shirt with a cigar in his
mouth and beer in his hand was pretty intimidating.  He looked at me and
smiled, then opened the door wider and let me in.

Once inside I followed him into the living room and he stopped in the
middle of the room and turned around to look at me.

"Okay boy, take your fucking clothes off and then get on your knees and get
my cock out."  Alex said while looking at me like I was meat.

I didn't respond.  I took off my clothes and folded them neatly putting
them in the corner of the room.  Then I got down on my knees in front of
him and pulled his cock out.  I started sucking his cock and Alex watched
with a smirk on his face.  Every once in a while he would blow smoke down
in my face.  But other than that, he was letting me suck his meaty cock the
way I wanted to.

I have to admit that once his cock was in my mouth I actually felt somewhat
better.  It wasn't so much that I felt better, but I stopped thinking about
work, my boyfriend that I was cheating on, the team mates, or even the
video.  All I was thinking about was the growing cock that was starting to
snake into my throat.  I must have been sucking on Alex's cock for 15
minutes before he motioned for me to follow him to the chair.

Once seated, he put down his cigar and beer and put his hands on the sides
of my head.  I have had other guys put their hands on my head before, but
his hands were starting to apply more pressure.  Then he started to pump
his fat cock in and out of my mouth.  He was fucking my face.

At first it wasn't so bad.  I mean I had read about and even fantasied
about guys having really rough sex before, I just never thought it would be
me.  I started gagging and the drool and spit started to get thick but Alex
showed no signs of slowing down.  I think he might have even started
getting faster.

Alex's cock was starting to plug my throat and the slime and spit coming
out of my mouth started dripping down onto his crotch.  But he still didn't
seem to mind.  He started telling me how good my throat felt on is cock.
The only time he took his hand off my head was to take a toke off his
cigar.  The smoke was always blown into my face.

Alex's comments got more and more degrading as he pummeled my throat.  He
would tell me how good a cum dump I would be with training.  He told me how
good my throat felt massaging against his cock.  He told me how I only
looked happy when his balls were slapping my chin.  The sad part about that
is he might be right.

Finally I felt Alex's cock swell and he grabbed my head and forced his cock
as far down my throat as he could.  I felt the cum coating my throat and
going down into my stomach.  Even if I didn't want to swallow his cum, I
had no choice.

Once he was done, he let go and I pulled away.  I sat there gasping for air
on the floor between his legs, red faced, with tears rolling down my
cheeks, looking up at him while he finished his cigar and beer.  In a
strange way it felt good.  There was some peace sitting there looking up at
him.  I didn't have to wonder what he was thinking, or if he enjoyed
himself, or where the relationship was going.  It was just peaceful like
everything was going to be alright.

I had been sitting in the floor by his feet for about an hour when the
doorbell rang and Alex sort of pushed me with his boot.  I knew exactly
what he expected but I wasn't sure about answering the door naked.  It
didn't seem to matter to Alex though.  He shoved me even harder when I
hesitated and laughed while I hid behind the door and his friends started
coming in.

They were a bunch of Alex's buddies.  They were all big guys, some real
burly, in their late thirties to mid-forties, most looked military like
Alex.

Once inside they made themselves at home.  Most grabbed a beer out of the
kitchen and 3 lit cigars and kicked back while Alex found an international
rugby game on TV.  I started getting my stuff together and getting ready to
leave when I heard Alex call me over to him.

"Where do you think you are going?"  Alex asked me.

I didn't really answer him.  He grabbed my balls and squeezed while he
turned me around and put me on the ground at his feet.

"So is this the new cum dump?"  One of the guys asked while they sat around
watching the game.  My face turned red and I was so embarrassed when Alex
patted me on the head like some pet.  "Is this the guy you were banging on
the internet the other night?"

"Hell yeah it is brother, and he can take a fuck with the best of them."
Alex said almost proudly.

"So when do we get a crack at the new whore?" another guy asked.

So I guess it was common for these guys to pass holes around or something.
No one even seemed surprised by it.  They acted like it was normal.

"I was going to wait a while, but if you guys need to get off, his holes
are open." Alex said.

I looked around and several of the guys were just relaxing, drinking their
beers and smoking their cigars, but this one guy was always looking at me
every time I looked his way.  He was one of the bigger guys.  His shirt was
barely fitting and the bulge in his crotch was big even while just standing
there.

One of the guys had called him Michaels, his last name I guess, and he
wasted no time motioning for me to come over to him.  I just sat there
thinking this was a joke or something.  But it wasn't just a joke; Alex saw
Michaels rub his cock and looked down at me.

"What are you waiting for boy, go get that cum." Alex said as he smacked me
in the back of the head.

I just looked at Alex like he was crazy.  I might be his boy, but I wasn't
Michaels.  I wasn't moving, not an inch, until I saw Alex reach over and
start playing with his phone.

I crawled over to Michaels and he already had his cock out and was waving
it in my face.  He was pretty big, even soft.  I'd say maybe 7 soft, but
not nearly as fat as Alex's cock.  I got it into my mouth and started
sucking on it.  It was hard pretty fast and lodged in my throat even
faster.  Michaels must have gone to the same school as Alex, because in no
time he had my head in his hands and was fucking my throat like a mad man.

I did my best not to scrape his cock with my teeth and to keep my mouth
open as wide as I could.  I was also doing my best to breathe every chance
I got, which was not often.

"You scored when you found this bitch Alex." Michaels said.

"Yeah and after I get his holes stretched out he will be even better." Alex
laughed, as well as most all the other guys sitting around watching me.

I guess all the other guys were getting worked up by the sight of me being
violently face fucked.  I started to feel hands on my ass, and digging at
my hole.  I tried to scream and beg but nothing was coming out with that
huge cock stuffed into my mouth.  I would even say the more I protested,
the worse the abuse got.

I was in tears from the face fucking and the fingers digging into my
already sore hole when I felt a searing pain run through my body from my
ass straight up my spine to my head.  Someone had slipped a cock into my
ass and started fucking me as hard as he could.

I didn't know who was in me.  I didn't care.  I wanted this to stop.  It
had to stop.  I was not this person.  I was not the kind of guy that just
let anyone fuck me.  I didn't know any of these guys.  I was scared, that
my boyfriend would find out.  I was scared that the guys on the team would
find out.  But more than all of this, I was scared I might like it.

The cock in my ass was being slammed in and out hard.  To top that off,
Michaels was getting ready to cum and was holding my head and throat all
the way down on his cock.  I couldn't breathe.  The room was spinning and I
was gagging.  That's when it happened.  I blacked out.

When I finally came to, I was on my back and this really big guy had my
knees pinned into my chest and was pile driving my ass.  I started to
struggle and he started yelling for something.

The next thing I know one of the guys comes over and sprays some kind of
gas in my face and I started blacking out again listening to the laughter
of Alex and his friends.

I came to a little while later, I was on my stomach and someone was fucking
me still.  My ass was on fire.  I was sore.  My head hurt like hell.  I
started crying and that's when they noticed I was awake.

"Hey the bitch has decided to join us again."  A guy said.  He leaned down
so he was talking right into my ear and said "If you can be a good bitch
there won't be a need to spray you again.  Think you can be a good bitch?"

I nodded.

"Good, cause you got one sweet ass." He finished as he started fucking me
again.

The room was filling with the smell of cigars, beer, and sex.  It seemed to
be driving all the guys into a frenzy.  Even the quite ones that were happy
to watch at first started getting more into it.  For the most part my mouth
was left alone once my ass started getting used, but there would be a cock
thrust into my mouth every now and then, usually after they had fucked my
ass.  I had never tasted my own ass on a cock before, but I can't say that
anymore.

I was fucked all night long it seemed.  Cock after cock was shoved into my
ass without mercy.  I took every man's cock that was there at least twice,
and some I think three times.  I cried but never fought back after that
first time.  The guys did pick me up at one point and drape me across the
coffee table.  I would like to say it was because I needed to move and was
sore, but the reality was it made my ass easier for some of the guys to
power fuck.

As soon as a cock was removed from my ass, another one took its place.
They didn't seem to mind all the cum in my ass, or the noise it made while
they were trying to out fuck each other.  They would egg each other on to
fuck me harder and the later it got the harder they fucked.  It became a
game to see who could fuck me the hardest.  Alex was declared the winner
when he made me start moaning and crying while putting his fourth load in
my ass.  Oddly enough the only time I came was while Alex was fucking me.

It was about 4 am when I finally got out of Alex's house and got to my car.
I couldn't even sit down I was so sore.  I did my best to drive home but
somewhere on the drive I passed out and wrecked my car.  I remember the
ambulance coming and taking me to the hospital.  It wasn't long before the
doctors started asking about the bruising on my inner thighs and back.

I told them it wasn't rape.  It was from rugby.  But they still kept me
over night because of the wreck and me passing out.  In hindsight, it was
probably better than me going home.  What would I ever tell my boyfriend...


End of Chapter 1



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