(Usual disclaimers apply. Story set in the 1950s)
I was changing the towels in the rugby club's injury room. I worked there sometimes as a volunteer. The building was deserted except for a hugely attractive man in his mid-twenties who had followed me into the room. I heard the door lock behind him. I was 21 and half his size.
"You queer?" he asked.
Being somewhat effeminate I'd been asked that question before and it usually ended in me getting a good kicking. However, the man's eyes looked kind so I decided to take a chance.
"Yes", I whispered.
The man walked over to the bed. He pointed at the space beside him.
"Sit!"
I did as I was told.
"Do you want to feel a rugby-player's broad thigh?"
His big hand steered mine onto his fleshy thigh which was hot and firm like the man himself. He reached over and grabbed my hard wedding-tackle through my trousers.
"From the feel of that you want to play," he said, sounding pleased.
He kissed me. His white teeth gently bit my upper lip and then his ruby-red tongue darted inside my mouth. It was so hot that when he started shedding off all his clothes I did likewise. All the time his tongue licked my face and I had never felt so horny in my life.
Naked, he rolled over onto his stomach and I flung myself on top of him. He pushed back when I thrust with my engorged penis and, somehow, found his bulls-eye. His inner-muscles swirled around my cock until my shaft was fully inside his hot tight chute. This hunk was letting me up his arse! I jack-hammered my cock into his willing hole but, all too soon, the incredible carnal sensations I was experiencing took me way over the edge and I exploded. Copious amounts of my spunk sprayed his insides.
He waited until I'd softened before pulling his manly buttocks clear. Then with ease he positioned me face-down on the bed, his firm, taut body now covered me completely. Then, with one mighty thrust his rock-hard penis penetrated my virgin anus and pushed on until it was lodged deep inside my rectum. His stiff member bloated my insides and the searing pain of penetration brought tears to my eyes.
Then he started thrusting and it hurt. His tongue licked my neck and the back of my ears tenderly, in contrast to what his big cock was doing to my bsckside. The man was an athlete and he loved fucking. After a while the pain receded and was replaced by a feeling of acceptance of what he was doing to me. His big torso slapped hard against my buttocks, while warm sweat dripped off him and on to my back.
After a while I pushed my arse up to meet his powerful thrusts. Then he grabbed the top bed-rail with his hands and pulled on it - to give him the leverage to fuck me even harder than before. Eventually he grunted and I felt his massive cock fire load after load of spunk right into my bowels.
Afterwards, he rolled off and his deflated penis pulled out of me with a loud plop. He snuggled up against me, his tongue gently licking my arm, like some affectionate puppy. We lay like that a long while before getting up and pulllng our clothes on again.
He looked at me and asked in his deep voice:
"Well, was that worth a sore arse?"
I stammered: "Yes".
He bent down and kissed me gently on the mouth before unlocking the door. I followed him out of the room.
"I think we both need the dunny" he said, steering me towards the ablutions block. We squatted companionably on adjoining toilets, noisily expelling each other's man-seed.
We washed our hands at the sinks and he ran a battered comb through his unruly mop of red hair.
"Can I give you a lift home?" he asked.
We walked outside into the cool night air and got into his pre-war Morris.
"Is someone waiting for you?" he asked.
"No just my landlady and she won't be expecting me for hours yet".
"Good. The woman I lodge with is very religious and will be at her church until late tonight". He cleared his voice. "My name is Danny, by the way".
He extended a paw which I shook.
"Simon", I said.
Well, Simon, why don't I take you to my place? We could have a beer and a bite to eat".
His arm was around my shoulders.
"And then, if you feel up to it I'll let you up my arse again".
"I'd like that", I said, "But my bum is really sore".
"Of course it is after being stretched by Big Ben here". He chuckled. "I have a soothing balm which should help". He looked at me. "What do you say?"
"Yes!"
His big hand squeezed my shoulders as the Morris took us to his lodgings. For the first time in my life I felt like I was not on my own.
[END]
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