Rugby Fun

Rugby Fuck When I woke up last Saturday, it seemed like any other day. The rain was pouring, I couldn't find my kit bag and I was running late. Same thing happened week in, week out. Today was an important match for us. It was the last rugby game of the season and the game that would decide whether we came out on top of the league or in second place, and second place just wasn't good enough. I grabbed a quick shower and run through the house naked looking for my things. My housemate had a tendency to clean up after me and as usual I found my kit bag in the most random of places, this time behind the sofa. I stuffed my kit inside, pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and made my way out to the car to head to the ground. I had 45 minutes to spare, and could probably be there in 15, but I needed to get changed and the coach would no doubt want a pep talk before hand so I needed to put my foot down. I had played for the club since I was 16 and I was now 24. Eight glorious years had passed and I was hoping that if we got through this game with a win, I was going to be made captain in the next season. Gareth, our current captain was retiring and the grand old age of 32 after being battered and bruised and spending most of his wages on new teeth to replace the ones that kept getting beaten out of his mouth during games. He was a fine player, and would be missed greatly, but his departure was my way in and I needed to really prove myself this game. When I got to the grounds, mostly everyone was in the changing rooms. I made my way through the horde of naked and semi naked men and sat myself down on the bench to get ready. In my rush to get my things and get out of the house, I hadn't bothered putting any underwear or socks on. Luckily I packed a jockstrap with my kit to put on under my shorts. I stripped off my jeans and shirt and stood there naked for a second as Mark, my best mate on the team came over to talk to me. The fact that I was naked went unnoticed in a room full of nakedness and he carried on talking regardless. "We got this today Sam" he said, tapping me on the back. "Word is your going to be named Captain tonight, so you got to shine out there today man." "Well we haven't lost a game in 13 weeks, I ain't going to let it happen today." I replied. Mark looked at me smiling before moving on and talking to one of the guys across the way from me. I watched as his naked arse got further away and let out a sigh at the sight. Dale stood at well over 6 feet and was a big strapping lad. He was a year or two older than me and I had lusted after his body for months. He was toned in all the right places, with bulging muscles and rippling biceps, but his arse was amazing. So firm and tight looking, covered in hair just like the rest of him. I lost count of the amount of times I have had to stop myself dropping to my knees and prizing my tongue between his cheeks. I was snapped out of my daze by the coach coming into the changing room and clapping his hands for attention. I started putting my kit on as he rambled on about how important today's game was. I reached for my jockstrap first, pushing each of my toned hairy legs into the opening and pulling it up to my waist, tucking my soft dick into it and moving it around until it sat comfortably. I loved how my pack looked in a jock. I was only about 4 inches when soft but my balls are big and heavy and made my package look amazing. The guys on the team often comment on it too which I love. My shorts were next, followed by my jersey and then finally my socks, which I pulled up just over my knees before taping them in place and pulling the tops of them down to cover the tape. I was putting my boots on just as coach was finishing his speech and starting t usher us onto the field. I was the last but one to leave the changing room, with Ian running closely behind me. He was another one of my fantasies, but I had no time to start thinking about him now. Not with the match about to start. He slapped me hard on the backside as we ran. "Good luck out there Sam" he said giving me a wink, and we ran out to face the enemy. We got off to a bit of a rough start. The rain pelted us and we where starting to get a bit sloppy in our approach, but after about 15 minutes we took possession and we kept it for most of the remainder of the game. They were our toughest opponents all season, and three of our men were taken out with injuries. Their defence was strong. I had cuts all down my legs and my ribs felt like they were about to pack up, but we carried on and ended up winning the game 47-8. The coach was ecstatic and there was hot baths and champagne waiting for us back in the changing rooms. The coach again gave a massive speech as we all got undressed ready to head for the baths. The corks on the champagne were popped and we all cheered knowing we were now at the top of the league. Gareth, the current captain gave a bit of a speech on how proud he was of all of us and how he had loved playing with us, which garnered another loud cheer before half the team picked him up and carried him to the baths, where we all finally got in to soak our aching muscles. Loud voices filled the air as everyone celebrated and talked about the game. I was in the middle of a conversation with Mark when I suddenly realised I hadn't brought my shirt and team tie with me today. There was no way I was going to be able to turn up at the club house without it. Especially if they were going to present me with the captaincy. I told Mark, who said he had a spare shirt and tie in his locker, but it had been there a while and it was probably going to be best I cover myself in aftershave to mask the smell of the shorts he had left in there with them. The thought of going out there smelling like someone's shorts didn't entirely please me, but there was no other option available. Mark and I got out of the bath and walked towards where the lockers were kept. No one seemed to notice us leaving so I didn't think we would be missed. Everyone else was to excited about the days events to pay any mind to what we were doing anyways. When we got to the lockers, Mark pulled out the things that I needed and handed them to me. They actually smelled fine but my new worry was whether the shirt would fit me. Mark, like me had a very toned and large upper body, but my neck was really thick and always had trouble finding shirts that fit. I grabbed someone's towel from next to the lockers and dried my upper body before trying the shirt on. It was a very snug fit, and the neck was a little small, but Mark assured me that the tie would hide it and I quickly folded it and put it down next to my things. As I was bending over to put the shirt and tie down, I was sure that Mark was watching me, so I quickly turned around to catch his gaze. Sure enough he was looking down at my arse and the balls hanging low between my legs. When he saw that I had caught him, instead of looking embarrassed he just smiled at me and put his hand towards his limp dick to rearrange it a little. I smiled back and straightened myself up. I could feel the blood start to rush towards my dick and I know he noticed it too, but before we had a chance to do anything about it, the coach called and we had to go back to the washrooms. I hurried into the bath before anyone had a chance to see what was happening to my dick and joined back in with the celebrations. Mark sat opposite me, and although he was carrying on a conversation with one of the other players, he kept glancing over at me and flashing me little smiles. I could feel my face getting redder. This was a come on if ever I saw one. As far as I knew, none of my team mates knew I was gay. I don't think I was ever obvious about it and kept my cock watching at a minimum, but somehow Mark knew. In honesty I didn't care that he did. I wasn't ashamed, it was just unexpected. I never thought he would be interested in me in that way. Or interested in any man for that matter. Any doubt about what Mark wanted was put aside when I felt his foot snake up between my legs and start to play with my balls. I prayed that no one would notice underneath the bubbles because I had no intention of stopping him, and I tried to carry on my conversation as though nothing were happening. His foot rubbed up and down on my balls, making my dick hard before he started to push it up towards my stomach, moving his foot in a stroking motion. I contemplated returning the favour but decided to let him do the work. I couldn't risk doing anything in case this turned out to be a team joke that I wasn't in on. Every now and then I would glance over and look at him. He carried on his conversation but it didn't stop me taking in his fine form. Like most of the guys on the team, Mark worked out nearly every day and it showed. His body was so defined and covered in dustings of hair. He had a strong jaw line, dotted with day old stubble and the most piercing blue eyes that you could imagine. He carried on rubbing his foot along my 7", moving down to the balls and back up again, putting extra pressure on the head when he got to it. I carried on listening to my team mate talking to me but paid no attention to the words. I could feel my nuts start to rise and knew he was going to make me cum. There was nothing I could do about it and I was getting close. Just as I was about to lose my load into the tub, someone shouted something out and the team let off a big cheer, disguising the moan that escaped my lips as I blew my load all over my team mates foot and onto my lower stomach. He had stopped his conversation and hadn't taken his eyes off of me while I was coming. He shot me a big grin as he pulled his leg away from my dick and turned to carry on his conversation. I took a few minutes to regain my thoughts and check the room to see if anyone knew what we had just done. We seemed to be in the clear, and as soon as my erection subsided, I stood and exited the bath area. Some of the men had already started to get changed and so I headed over to where my clothes sat and started to get changed. Thoughts of the last few minutes kept flashing through my brain but were interrupted when Mark walked into the room. I looked over his nakedness and stared at his dick which was set upon a nice sized ball sack and surrounded by dark pubes which climbed up his stomach in a trail to his belly button. He walked towards me grinning, and as bold as brass, holding his index fingers at me like pistols, shouted, "later, fucker" before turning and heading towards his place on the bench. I smiled at myself for a second before paranoia set in that everyone on the team knew what I had just done. No one seemed to be acting any differently accept for me, but I couldn't help thinking we were busted. I put my thoughts to the back of my head and carried on getting ready. It didn't take us long to get our stuff together. Everyone was to eager to get to the pub to want to hang around in the changing room. I was one of the last to leave. Not because I wanted to hang around, but because the thoughts of what had happened in the tub kept me from paying to much attention to getting dressed. When I did finally get to the pub there was a beer waiting for me on one of the tables. I started drinking, scanning the room for Mark but there was no sign of him. I figured he was probably in the toilets and let it slip my mind. The day wore on quickly and before we knew it we were all quite drunk and it was dark outside. Mark had avoided me for most of the night, only making polite chat when he passed. I talked away with my team mates for most of the night, slowly getting more drunk as the beer kept flowing. When my glass was empty I headed to the bar again. I ordered my drink and waited while the girl poured it. As I was handing over some money, Mark came up beside me and stood there waiting. I thought he was going to order a drink, but as soon as the girl gave me my change, he turned to me and started talking. It was mostly stuff about the game and I couldn't believe how nonchalant he was being about the fact he had made me shoot a load into the communal bath this afternoon. I started to walk towards the table where everyone was sat but Mark grabbed my arm as I did. "Come with me." he said, tilting his head towards the door. He looked nervous now, which made me feel a bit more confident with the situation. I stared for a second, contemplating my decision, but then slowly turned and started walking towards the exit. I saw him scan the room, probably to see if anyone was watching, but everyone was to busy getting drunk to pay attention, and within a few seconds we were out of the doors. I didn't initiate any conversation as we walked. I didn't know what to say to be honest. We kept walking, heading behind the club house to a dark lane lined with garages on one side, and the club house on the other. No one ever came down here unless they had to, so I figured whatever was going to happen, we wouldn't get caught. He led to the wall that had the main room of the club house on the other side. I could hear our friends chanting and cheering and the coach talking above everyone on the microphone. I leaned up against the wall and took a sip from the beer I was still carrying. Mark had still not said anything and he stood in front of me quiet, just looking at me. He looked really nervous so I decided to say something, but as I did he grabbed me and started kissing me. I was reluctant at first but eventually let his tongue slide into my mouth, and I drunkenly kissed him back. The kiss lasted a few minutes and he was eagerly exploring my mouth with his tongue. I reached one hand up and rested it on the side of his neck, feeling his stubble on my fingers and on my lips at the same time. He eventually pulled away and stared down at the floor. "I'm not gay you know. Well at least, I don't think I am." he said almost in a whisper. "How did you know I was?" I asked. "I didn't." he responded. "I just took a chance and hoped for the best." "Lucky guess." I shot back at him laughing. He started to smile and I think he felt a little more at ease. The effects of alcohol seemed to work in reverse with this guy and whatever courage he had shown back in the changing rooms had dissipated now we were drunk. "I brought this." he said nervously, fishing into his pocket and then holding out a bottle of lube. He was older than me, only one or two years, but I couldn't help being drawn to his innocence. I let out a little chuckle and rested my hand on his shoulder. The cock sure guy who had turned me into a babbling wreck earlier on in the afternoon, was now standing with his hands behind his back as thought he was about to get a telling off. I lifted his chin up and as I did, he smiled at me. His soft lips calling me to kiss him again. I leaned in, still holding his chin and pressed my lips to his. What started out as a passionate kiss soon turned into a frenzied tongue war. We were fighting for domination of each others mouths, exploring each others bodies with our hands. I dropped my glass of beer to the floor and paid him all the attention he deserved. As our hands roamed over each others torsos, he gradually made his way down to my trousers, unbuckling the zip and freeing my rock hard dick. Mark wasted no time in taking me into his mouth and he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He got my cock nice and wet and began moving his head up and down, taking me to the back of his throat. I rested my hands on his head and guided him, making sure not to be too rough since it was his first time sucking dick. I let him have a little bit longer sucking on my dick before I got impatient and decided I needed some cock of my own. I pulled him up towards me and started at his zip, already feeling the bulge through his trousers. I pulled the zip down and kneeled down, I slowly brought his trousers down around his knees but left his jockstrap in place. I could see a small wet patch where his dick had been leaking pre-cum and I let my tongue slide over it taking in his manly smell as I did so. I could hear him moaning as I sucked the fabric into my mouth, tasting his juices, knowing I was driving him wild. I pushed my hand against his chest and steadied him against the wall, but it didn't stop him from writhing around every time my tongue brushed over his swollen gland. With my spare hand I started to pull down the jockstrap and let his dick spring free. It was bigger than mine by an inch or so. Maybe 8" in length. And it felt nice and thick as I wrapped my hand around it and started to jerk and lick the pre-cum from his piss slit. I carried on wanking him and just taking the end of his dick into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the head. He seemed to be enjoying it a lot so I decided to step it up a little. I moved my hand back, pulling his foreskin down and took the first 2 or 3 inches into my mouth. With this came a change of pace and I was bobbing my head up and down more frantically. His moans increased, and the louder he got, the more I would take into my mouth on the next suck. I kept his up for about 7 minutes before I felt him start to jerk. I knew he was about to shoot his load so I lifted my head away and flipped him round. I made him put his arms against the wall as though he was being frisked, and quickly nuzzled my head between his cheeks. He let out a loud gasp as I let my tongue explore the crack of his butt and the outside of his hole. He kept reaching down to try and play with his cock, but I kept forcing him to put his hands back on the wall. By now I was using one hand to prize his firm ass cheeks apart, and licking wildly at his hole. When I pushed the first finger up into his arse I thought he was about to start climbing the wall. I held him in place and assured him it would feel fine in a moment. Sure enough, his gasps quickly turned to moans and I resumed licking and finger fucking his hole. I put another finger into him and this time he started pushing back onto them and riding my fingers. I took this as a good sign and so reached around and gave his dick a few quick strokes. I didn't want him to come though so I brought my hand back and started to jack at my own meat. When I could take it no more, I spread some of the lube that Mark had given me across my shaft, then pulled out my fingers to grease up his hole. When I thought he was ready, I moved him back towards me, leaving his hands on the wall so that he was bent over at a near 90 degree angle. I could still hear the coach banging on about the game on the other side of the wall and chuckled to myself at the thought of what I, the star player, was doing in an alley behind the club house. I started to push my dick towards Mark, and to my surprise the head went in easily enough. I knew I would have to take it slowly though. Not just because it was his first time, but because the thought of fucking a virgin made me want to bust a nut. His ass was tight and he was massaging my dick with as I eased up into him. It felt out of this world. I waited for a little while for him to get accustomed to the feeling and as soon as he gave me the nod I started to ease in and out of him. He moaned as I pulled my slicked up dick out of him to the head, before pushing back into him deeply. I built up a good rhythm and increased the speed of my thrusts, as beads of sweat trickled from my forehead and onto his back. We were both panting quite loudly and I was starting to get the feeling we were being watched. I looked around but saw nothing, so carried on fucking my studs tight hole. "Aw fuck Sam, fuck me" Mark said, panting. I grabbed his hips and decided to go for bust. I slammed my rock hard fuckpiece in and out of his slippery hole as hard and fast as I could. His hands were slapping on the wall from where my force was pulling him away and pushing him back towards it and I knew that I was going to lose my load in him at any time. "Oh my god, you made me cum" Mark said breathily. "I didn't even touch my dick." I looked around and surely enough, mark was shooting ropes of sticky white cum all over the wall in front of him. He was moaning loudly now and he didn't seem to stop coming. I had never known anyone to shoot such a big load before. I saw at least 8 shots come out of him, but the force of his orgasm was causing him to clench around my dick and I soon had to start paying attention to that. I picked up the pace, determined to fill his hungry hole with my own spunk, and within seconds I could feel it. One more thrust and that was it. I pushed into him and with a very loud moan, unleashed jets of cum into his hole. He moaned in excitement as he could feel me filling him up, and the more he clenched around my dick, the more he milked into his arsehole. I leaned down over him until my dick finally freed itself. When we stood, he grabbed me and held me in a kiss. I let his tongue lick the inside of my mouth but had little energy to fight back. I pulled away from him and stood there with my trousers around my ankles, looking at the amount of cum he had shot over the wall. From inside I could hear the coach on the microphone again. "I am proud to announce Sam as the new captain. Sam. Sam. Where the fuck has Sam gone?" The next few days after that night went by in a bit of a blur. I didn't get to see Mark because we were both busy with work and had two weeks off of training before I took up my spot as captain. We had swapped a couple of texts, but nothing much was mentioned about him taking my dick up his arse in the alley behind the club house. To be honest, I think he was a bit embarrassed by the whole situation. I don't think he regretted it anyway, which is a good thing. About a week or so later, I was lying on my sofa at home after a stressful day at work when he sent me a text asking what I was up to, and if I fancied going for a drink. I was shattered, but decided it could be worth it to see what happens again, and so I told him I would meet him in half an hour down at the Kings Head, our local. I hadn't even had the chance to get changed or have a shower after work, so I was probably looking a bit undone, but since it was only a Tuesday night, I didn't expect it would make much difference anyways. My flatmate had gone away for a few days and so the flat was looking a bit messy. On the off chance that I may end up bringing Mark back with me, I kicked a load of junk under the coffee table, fluffed up the cushions and headed out of the door. On my way down to the pub, I was thinking over the events of that night, how he had made me come in the baths after the game, and how we had sucked and fucked each other to orgasm in the alley later that night, and before long I was sporting a massive hard on. The dark street I was walking down was deserted enough, but the worry of passing cars seeing me with tenting trousers, willed me to hook it up into my waistband as I walked. It didn't take long to get to the pub, and when I walked in it was empty, with the exception of Mark, and an old man who looked to have fallen asleep cradling his whiskey. The barmaid flashed me a smile as I entered and reached for the tap to pull me my usual. I looked over at Mark, who was looking very fine and gave him a thumbs up to let him know I was there, and on my way over. Once I had paid for my drink, I walked towards him and pulled up a stool to sit down. He was right at the back of the pub, sitting on a small table between the jukebox and the outer wall. As I sat down he flashed me a nervous grin and then stared down at the floor. "You plan on talking to me tonight?" I asked, trying to get rid of some of the obvious tension "I don't really know what to say," he answered back. "About the other night...." he started before trailing off. I was beginning to think by the look on his face, that maybe he regretted it after all. I wanted to speak up and say something, but I didn't really know where this was going, so thought it better to just nod and see what he says. "Well," he carried on, "I really enjoyed myself. I didn't think that I would. Well, not that much, but I did. And I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since." He finally let out a little grin. "I must have jacked off 25 times in the last week just thinking about it". That comment made us both laugh and the atmosphere seemed to ease a bit. We carried on talking about it for a while, but the conversation became more fluid and we drifted on to other topics like sport and movies and we were chatting like the old friends we were. The beer kept on flowing and we were becoming more and more relaxed with each other. As the barmaid called time on last orders, I headed to the toilet to ease the strain on my bladder. I had only been stood there for a few moments when Mark came in and stood beside me at the urinal. His confidence must have picked up because as he stood there pissing, he was blatantly looking over at my cock with a big grin on his face. I started to tease a bit and started stroking and shaking it a bit more than was needed and it seemed to grab his attention. He quickly zipped himself up and before I had a chance to do the same, he grabbed me and pulled me into an empty cubicle. "It's time to show you my appreciation for the other night" he declared before spinning me around and pushed me to lean over the toilet. He pulled my trousers down to my ankles, spread my ass cheeks apart and pushed his tongue into my hole. I was in heaven as he rimmed my arse and stroked my balls from between my legs. For someone who had never done this before, he was catching on quickly and had my cock standing at full mast. His hand wandered up from my balls and his he wrapped his fist around my prick and started pulling frantically. The sensation was amazing and I wanted so badly to shoot my load but I was determined to hold off for later. With all the effort I could muster, I pushed his face away from eating my hole and pulled him up by his collar. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, kissing him hard and tasting myself on his lips. As I did this I reached down and stuffed my hand into the waistband of his jeans, feeling around for his cock, which was hard and leaking precum. I rubbed my finger around the head of his cock, then brought it up to his mouth and put it inside. He sucked all of his flavour off my finger with a big smile on his face. As he was doing this he was reaching down and undoing his jeans, pushing them towards the floor and letting his 8 inches of hard throbbing cock spring up between us. I reach down and started to jerk it, and he did the same to me. The energy between us was frantic and if I knew we carried on like this we would end up covering each other in hot sticky cum. "Let's get out of here" I said between heavy breaths. Without saying another word, we pulled ourselves off each other, arranged ourselves so we looked decent and went back to the bar area. The barmaid was watching something on the T.V. and had probably not even noticed we were gone. We stood at our table, downed the last of our pints and left the pub, drunk and laughing. Out on the street we looked at each other and he grabbed me again, pulling me into the wall beside the pub and kissing me hard. I was beginning to think he had a think for fucking outdoors, but the risk of being caught made me pull away, however much I didn't want to. "Shall we go to mine?" I asked. "I have a better idea." He said. "Follow me". We wandered off down the road in the opposite direction to the area we lived and without asking, I knew exactly where we were going. We were heading towards the club house, and the alley in which all this began.

It took us about 20 minutes to walk there, but we laughed and joked along the way, with several stops to piss in random alleys. Perhaps we had consumed a little too much at the pub? When we got to the alleyway, he kept on walking, past the clubhouse and towards the building we used for the changing rooms. "You got no chance of us getting in there." I said, knowing that the place is always locked up like a prison when not in use. "That's what you think, Sam" Mark said back with a grin, before holding out his hands and revealing the keys to the building. "How the hell did you get those?" I asked, but he just gave me a wink and turned his back to me to unlock the doors. We walked in through the doors and turned towards changing room one. Even without being used for over a week, the room still smelled of hot men and aftershave. We sat down on one of the benches and just leaned against the wall for a bit, feeling drunk. My head was spinning a bit and i turned to lie down across the bench, but as soon as I did, Mark had his hands on my crotch and was freeing my cock. There was a wet patch on my boxers from where I had been leaking precum after our toilet encounter, and he leaned down to lick it. My cock started to go hard in his hand as he stroked it, and licked and sucked the head. I moaned loudly, knowing that there was no way in hell that we were going to get caught. I was just getting into a rhythm, thrusting my prick in and out of his mouth, when he lifted himself off and pulled me up towards him. "Get your clothes off" he demanded, and started undressing himself. I followed suit and we were soon staring at each others' buff, naked bodies, admiring our forms and checking out the hard cocks that were sticking out from us. Mark walked over to me, kissed me hard and I could feel his cock pushing into me. As we kissed he started manoeuvring us towards the shower. Just before we got there, he pulled away and ran the last few feet, before turning the jets on. Mark stood under the water and started rubbing his hands all over his body. I stood there and admired his form, checking out his hairy chest, and letting my eyes wander down to his tool. He beckoned me over to join him and we were soon both stood under the water with our hands all over each other. I could it no longer and dropped to my knees, taking his thick dick into my mouth and sucking as if my life depended on it. He fell back against the wall and put his hands on my head, forcing his cock deeper down my throat. I was gagging a bit at first, but soon became accustomed to the feeling of it. I could feel his dick thicken out and I knew he needed to come, so I stopped my oral assault on his shaft and spun him around so that I could eat out his hairy arsehole. Just like last time, he was loving it, but this time I let him pump away on his cock as I tongued his arse. Every time I thought he was close to shooting his seed, I made him stop. After about ten minutes of me eating out his arsehole, I sat down on the shower floor, and pulled him down to sit on top of me. We kissed passionately as he slowly lowered himself down onto my nob. It took a while, but we got there in the end and we sound found a good rhythm where he bucked and moved his hips as I slid my pole in and out of him. As we fucked, I gently stroked his meat. Not enough to make him come, but just enough to make the fucking feel so much better. When the water started running cold, we held hands and walked back to the changing rooms. We used bits of old kit that had been left behind to dry each other off, and then we made ourselves comfortable on the floor, lying in a 69 position where we could stroke and suck each other off. We wanted to make this last all night, and the fact that it was nearly 2am told me I probably wouldn't be showing up for work at 7. I lay on the floor next to Mark, enjoying the feeling of having his fat cock slide in and out of my mouth, as I played with his balls. Every now and then I would let my tongue wander down to his arsehole to tease him, but then would quickly bring it back up to his shaft again. I felt him move and was disappointed when he pulled his dick from out of my mouth. He leaned over, kissed me on the lips then walked off out of the room. When he came back he had a bag in his hand. He sat down next to me on the floor and showed me the contents. It was filled mainly with lube, but I also noticed a blindfold and some cuffs in there too. He grinned up at me and we started laughing. I had no fucking idea how he managed to get this stuff in here, or how he had the keys. "I want you to fuck me" he said. Not gentle like just now in the shower though. I want you to fuck me hard and fast like you did in the alley. Can you do it?" I nodded to him as he took the handcuffs out of the bag, slipped the blindfold on himself and then bent over the bench, while kneeling on the floor. He managed to put the handcuffs on himself and strapped himself to one of the central heating pipes. I nearly shot a load just looking at his beautiful hard body, leaning there and waiting to get fucked. His knees must have been killing him on the floor, so to make things a bit more comfortable for him, I put my shirt underneath him and readied him up to take my 7 inches. I smeared some lube on his arse and held the head of cock towards his hole. I started to ease myself in and there was hardly any resistance. I guess the quick shag we had had earlier had loosened him up somewhat. It didn't take long for me to be balls deep in his arse, and without any slow starts, I starting fucking his arse like a madman. He was screaming and panting with joy, shouting at me to fuck him harder and deeper, all the while pushing his arse down onto my cock to get even more of me inside him. I smiled at the realisation of what was happening. Two weeks ago, this man's man was the centre of my wank fantasies, and now I had him handcuffed and blindfolded and riding my prick like a pro. Sometimes life just deals you an amazing hand. Sweat poured down my face as I pummelled his arsehole. I fucked him with more effort and force than I have ever fucked anyone and the sensation of it was incredible. I could tell that he wanted to stroke his cock so badly, but his self inflicted handcuffs prevented him. I decided that when I was ready to come I would toss him off and let him shoot his load, but before I even had a chance he spoke up to demand something else. "I want you to make me come." He said. I want you to make me come so bad. And then, I want you shoot your load in my mouth." I wasn't about to argue with that so as I fucked his arse hard, I started jerking away at his cock. It was harder and thicker than I had ever felt it and it didn't take long before he was coating my hand, and the floor in front of him, with jets and jets of his hot spunk. I have never ever seen anyone cum as much as this man. I thought last time was a one off, but here he is again, shooting his cum everywhere, in what seems like a never ending stream. He moaned and panted with the feeling that washed over him. I took a few more thrusts before pulling out and walking around in front of him. Even with his blindfold on, he had no trouble finding my prick and greedily took into his mouth and started sucking ferociously. It didn't take me long to shoot my load and when he could swallow no more I shot the last few loads onto his face. I crashed down in front of him and watched as he smiled, totally wiped out after our session. We talked for a while afterwards. I had no idea if he was uncomfortable, but I was too tired to move and undo his hands or blindfold, so I left him as he was. The conversation turned back to the great sex we had just had and soon the blood was pumping through our dicks again. He told me he wanted to feel me inside him again, but before I even had a chance to move, something moving in the doorway caught my eye. I looked up to see Dale, one of our team mates standing there. A wave of fear rushed over me, but I still couldn't muster the energy to move. He looked a bit nervous. "Erm, Mark told me I should show up here tonight." He said with a slight grin. I saw you two in the alley last week and asked if I could maybe join in sometime." I looked over at Mark, still wearing his blindfold, and he just smiled upat me. "I told you I was going to return the favour." He said

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