ROBSON:
That Lucknow was really pissing me off. He'd appeared, as if from nowhere, sporting a cock the size of a school ruler and just as stiff. He was good at sports, good looking, and good at making friends. Like I said, he pissed me off. I thought the initiation would have sorted things, but no. Once the guys saw what he had between his legs they all went weak at the knees. Pah! Faggots the lot of them. Soft girls. Yeh well, we're all impressed by a big hard cock. And he seemed sort of -- surprised to find it there, as if it was the first time he'd seen it or something! Ha!
Mind you, he stood up to the test ok. I thought he might try and wimp out of it, scream and shout a bit. He didn't. Unfortunately. Tends to add to the fun when they make a scene. Instead he just stood there, proud, arrogant prick, sporting that hard on and let Smithson suck his cock. In front of all the guys! I ask you! Well he's in now. Accepted by the guys. Not much I can do there. Cocky ass boy.
There's a rumour going round that he and Smithson had another little meeting -- in Lucknow's garage, and that Smithson strung him up. But that can't be right. Smithson's a runt and a faggot. Lucknow could beat him black and blue. He wouldn't let him do that to him. Would he? Would he?? Maybe he would. Maybe he gets off having that done to him. Mmm, well now Mr Lucky, that turns you on does it, being strung up, and stripped butt naked and having things shoved up ya ass, and being slapped around?? Hmm I wonder. Shit I'm getting hard here. Good job the guys can't read my mind! They'd think I was a faggot as well.
Well, maybe I need to have a little chat with Lucknow. On his own like. I'll text him, set something up. The oldies are out at work during the day. I can wag one afternoon and get the kid to come round. And we'll see what's what. He needs to realise who's the boss round here. Yeh, let's do it.
LUCKY
Ah shit there goes my phone again.
A text from Robson?? What's he want. I didn't think I was his favourite number after what happened in the changing rooms.
"Lucknow. Come 2 my place, garage, wed 2pm. We need 2 talk"
What the...... What's he want I wonder. Means skipping work, but hey, I can always say the Captain needed me!
"OK"
ROBSON
So, what am I gonna do? How do I teach Lucknow a lesson, so that he knows I'm the Captain, I'm in charge around here? Humiliation. Make him feel small. Right well, its nearly two, time he was here.
"Hey Capn, you wanted to see me?" Lucky was wearing his training gear, shorts, t, runners. Even though not aroused Robson could easily see the outline of Lucky's thick ten inch cock down the leg of his pants. He stared at it for too long and when he looked up, Lucky was watching his face. "How'd you get such a fucking pole Lucknow? You vacuum pump or something? It's not decent. It's not normal Lucknow." Robson put the emphasis on the word "normal".
Lucky just smiled. He had had to deal with this sort of wind up many times, and knew it only came from jealousy. "Dunno Capn. Just know it's big, and beautiful, and it can get bigger with the right help! You wanna......"
"Fuck off Lucknow. Dirty little faggot. You think I'm like Smithson do you, here to kneel down and worship your fuck pole? Well you're wrong. I'm here, you're here, to understand who's in charge around here."
"Sure Capn."
"Strip off Lucknow. You need to understand I'm the Captain of this team, and what I say gets done."
"Sure Capn. No sweat. I'll strip -- as long as you're gonna lead by example. Everything you take off, I'll match ya."
"Yeh, right, well that seems... sorta fair.." Robson blustered along. "OK then, follow my lead new boy," And with that Robson pulled off his shirt revealing a dark matt of chest hair covering his hard pecs. Hair sprouted from around his nipples, and all the way down his belly disappearing inside his jeans. Lucky smiled, and pulled off his T, revealing his smooth sculptured body, hard pecs and abs, and very little body hair apart from his snail trail.
"Well we seem a bit different here Capn. Nice body hair. You make me jealous. I always wanted a fur pelt."
Robson smiled a little to himself. Well he had one over on the boy anyway. Then, again taking the tough attitude, he said, "Yeh OK Lucknow, now just follow my lead." He undid his belt and dropped his jeans, pulling them off over his legs. His body hair continued down his legs, thighs and even on his toes. He stood there, wearing only his briefs, his hands on his hips. Lucky followed suit, stripping his shorts off, revealing his boxers underneath, with his cock pushed down the leg of the boxers.
"What now Capn?" Lucky smiled.
"Now? Now Lucknow, we're gonna wrestle, and once I've thrashed you, you will then have a bit of respect for me in the future. Do I make myself clear?"
"Oh yes Sir! I understand, Sir."
"Right, c'mon then you soft faggot. ...."
They circled one another for a few moments before Robson made a move on Lucky, only to have him slip from his grasp. Robson lunged again, making contact with Lucky's tanned body, arms around his neck in a classic hold. For several minutes they circled, engaged and attacked but were so finely balanced that neither had the advantage over the other.
In the confines of the garage, by this time both men were hot and sweaty. Lucky was sporting a boner of gigantic proportions, and Robson was also hard and had a wet spot on his briefs. Their bodies touched and strained against each other, muscles flexing, and to a casual observer it might just seem like two young lads having a bit of push and shove as young lads are want to do.
But both knew there was more going on here.
"I hear you and Smithson had some fun in your garage," grunted Robson as he made a move on Lucky and put him in to a shoulder wrench.
"You wanted to be there did you, hey Robbie?" replied Lucky as he turned the hold back on Robson, who grunted in pain as his left shoulder was nearly dislocated. "It's Robson to you -- or Captain."
"Well?"
After a few minutes of further grunting Robson replied, "Maybe."
Lucky dropped the move in surprise. "Maybe? Maybe what? I thought you were as straight as an arrow, I thought you thought the rest of the team were all girls and faggots. I thought...."
"Oh shut up Lucknow. You don't know nothing."
"But you do? You wanna see what all the fuss is about, is that it?
"Maybe"
"Maybe. But you don't want anyone else to know about it. So that's why you got me to come here! Cos you know if I told anyone you could just say I was the new boy trying to make trouble."
"Maybe. Maybe I wanna see your snake spit again. Take another look at it. And you. Check you out. Get inside that head of yours."
"Go right ahead. I'm here, at your service .Sir."
Lucky smiled, his best winning smile, and Robson melted.
"Sir, is it? You're a slut Lucknow, a boot licking faggot who knows how to get around a guy....... and yeh, ok, you're..........." Robson couldn't finish it.
"What? A loser? A moron? What?"
"I was going to say....... yeh, you're alright, really." Robson moved closer to Lucky, his hands tentatively reaching out, wanting to touch the smooth muscular body in front him. Mesmerized by the pulsing rod of iron obscenely tenting Lucky's boxers. He watched it, his eyes almost going cross-eyed, whilst Lucky shamelessly used his muscles to make it throb and twitch.
"Take it out," whispered Robson
Lucky smiled. "Ask nicely. Say please," he said.
Robson glared at him. "Don't push it Lucknow. Take it out." And then after a pause, during which he licked his lips nervously, he said, "Please Lucky."
"Would you like to take it out? Sir?" asked Lucky.
Robson couldn't trust himself to speak, but nodded several times. "Go ahead then. It's all yours."
Robson reached forward, his hands shaking slightly. What he could see with his eyes he now began to feel with his fingers, tracing the line and shape of the enormous thing that resided between Lucky's legs. It could get no harder, being a solid as a metal bar, except that unlike metal, this rod moved and flexed as he felt it. Within seconds of Robson beginning his ministrations of Lucky's pole, his cock was leaking pre-cum at an alarming rate. Robson looked up at Lucky. "You cuming," he accused.
"Nah, this is just the lubrication. The other comes later," he smiled. "Please Robson...... Sir..... let it go free."
Robson took the hint and worked at pulling down the boy's boxers, but the cock got trapped in the process. In the end he had to use one hand to hold the cock still whilst with the other he pulled the boxers down. Lucky's ten inches of glory bounced back up, the head still wet with leaking juice., and slapped against his flat belly with a loud sticky sort of noise. Robson just stood and stared at it, his hand wrapped around just a small part of the total length.
"Makes mine look fucking small Lucknow," he growled.
"Let me see. Please Captain."
Yeh, Lucky sure knew how to get around someone. Robson nodded in the direction of his groin and Lucky took that as a cue to strip him naked. As he pulled down Robson briefs his hand brushed against Robson's cock, cut, maybe seven inches. His cock jumped at the touch of Lucky's hand and couple with the cooler air, bobbed a few times.
"Nice, Robbo. Ah very nice." His hands continued to feel and stoke. Moving in closer, he reached out for Robson's body, feeling up his nipples and pecs, his hard stomach muscles, reaching down to stroke his inner thighs.
During this, Robson moaned and growled. His body swayed and moved to the touch of Lucky's fingers. He opened his legs wider to allow access, and Lucky gratefully complied, stroking Robson's inner thighs and then under his ball sac. He played with Robson's hairy body, running his fingers through and tugging at the belt that covered his chest and belly, feeling the hairs of pits and legs and arms. For a full ten minutes Lucky worked his magic on Robson, as on an angry dog, soothing, stroking, calming -- yet sexually stimulating and heightening Robson's awareness, until he too reached out and started to touch and feel up Lucky. He explored the smooth boy's body, such a contrast to his own. Still hard and muscular, but silk like to the touch.
No conversation had been had during this time, just the occasional moan or groan or "fuck" or "shit" as one or the other experienced some heightened sensation. Lucky began first to wank Robson, but Robson soon followed, using two hands to encircle the massive cock protruding obscenely from Lucky's thighs. Body touch body, skin to skin, hands playing on cocks until both Robson and Lucky began making noises warning of impeding ................
"Do me first," Lucky hissed, knowing that if he did Robson first then it would all be over.
Robson seemed not to hear. He was tuned out, focussed as he was on Lucky's ten inch pole. Lucky stopped wanking Robson and concentrated on his own pleasures knowing he was only seconds away. Robson continued, two handed, jacking away at the monstrosity which so many men lusted after -- a huge hard cock, sweat trickling down his abs and pecs, making his body hair glisten in the light. Lucky began to breathe quickly, his muscles tensing and standing out. He had stopped playing with his nipples and now placed his hands around the back of his neck, flexing his muscles hard. He let out a scream as cum simply poured from his piss slit, arching into the air several feet, to land partly on the floor, partly on the two boys naked bodies. For almost a further minute cum seeped and spurted out of his cock, flowing over Robson's hands, and he slowed his jacking.
"Fucking awesome, Cap'n," smiled Lucky.
"My turn," said Robson, wiping the last of Lucky's cum over his hairy chest. "I wanna remember this Lucky -- make it good!"
Lucky smiled, and came and stood behind Robson so he could feel him up with one hand and wank him with the other. "Tell me when you close, and I'll stop and rest. We'll do it three times."
Robson looked at him quizzically.
"Believe me, it'll heighten the experience. But you gotta tell me to stop before you shoot."
Robson put his hands around his neck, flexing and stretching as Lucky had done. Lucky came in real close, rubbing his body again the back of Robson, and fingering his nipples, and stroking his chest and belly. Robson's cock resumed its strength, flexing and throbbing, and Lucky began a strong slow wank.
It wasn't long before Lucky could feel Robson's body beginning to tense, and his breathing getting more ragged, so he stopped.
"What the...."
"I told you to tell me when you were getting near."
"I had a long way to go yet," said Robson angrily.
"Robbo, just trust someone for once will ya. I'm not trying to trick ya, I'm trying to pleasure you!"
Robson was silent for a minute or two, and then meekly said, "OK."
He paused, and then "Sorry."
Lucky smiled at him, "It's OK. Now enjoy!"
Again Lucky started to stroke and feel up Robson and then wank him, slow at first, then squeezing and getting faster. Within seconds Robson was screaming "Stop, stop" and Lucky let go immediately.
Robson panted and gasped. "Shit, shit. How many times did you say?"
"Well, I suppose I've wanked you twice so this time you can come."
"Thank goodness for that. I don't think I've got the will power for another false start."
The boys looked and one another and both burst out laughing.
"Alright then, let's go for gold."
Lucky again positioned him behind Robson, who in turn stood with legs apart, slightly bent at the knees. He flexed his muscles and his cock throbbed and jumped, his ass cheeks clenching.
"Do your worse Lucky," he said.
For a few minutes Lucky simply worked on Robson's body, touching, feeling, arousing, pleasuring, knowing that the tension would rise to an almost unbearable level. The sweat again began to pour off Robson. He growled and moaned, he twitched and moved. He cock throbbed and bounced. But Lucky didn't touch it.
At one point Robson tried to reach down to wank himself but Lucky caught and held his hand, stopping him.
"Fuck Lucknow. Get ON with it. I'm in agony here."
Lucky began to tease and lightly stroked the cut pole, teasing it, until he knew Robson was in danger of turning on him in frustration.
"OK, Cap'n. NOW we go for it." And with that he squeezed Robson's cock and began to wank it for all he was worth.
It probably only took thirty seconds for Robson to cum, but going by the noise he made you have thought there was a full out war going on in that garage. He screamed and moaned and cursed and panted, as his man juices spurted and squirted over Lucky and onto the floor.
When it was all over, Robson was leaning over, trying to catch his breath.
"Fucking awesome man. Never had one like that before, never."
Lucky smiled. "Glad you liked it boss."
"Yeh, gotta make it a regular. We'll demonstrate it to the team. Tell them it's part of training for a match from now on, haha!!"
"Sure Cap'n"
As Robson stood up, having recovered somewhat from his ordeal, he looked across at Lucky. The latter was standing with his feet apart, hands on hips, his ten inch cock boned and hard again, dripping with pre-cum.
"God, do you never stop? He asked, incredulously.
"No," I said. "No, I don't think I do.
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