Chapter 1: Ben's Birthday Blowie
I didn’t see him coming. One moment, I was tearing up the field, the rugby ball tucked under my right arm. There was a lightness in my step. No one was around me, and I had a clear run to the tryline. The crowd was gearing up, cheering and jeering from the sidelines in one seemingly distant blur. And then, BAMB!
I was thrown onto my back. With a thump, I hit the damp grass, my limbs pressed firmly into the ground, my lungs lacking any air. I groaned as the weight of the lad on top of me pushed me down. He was a somewhat skinny guy, like me. His knees clamped around my right leg and the rest of his body weight pushing down on me. Then, as quickly as it had happened, the pressure was relieved, and I got up, marked the ball and passed it back to my teammate, Todd.
As I stood panting, with my head spinning a little, I watched the guy move away from me, his eye on the ball. He was slightly taller than me with short dark hair, a strong jawline and striking grey eyes. He winked at me a few minutes later, glancing in my direction. When he turned away, I stole a look at his ass. It looked tight, practically bulging out of his footy shorts, leaving little to the imagination. You could also see his bulge clearly from the front of his shorts as he ran.
As the game wore on, I kept glancing back at the lad. Just before the whistle blew to signal the end of the game, I watched him grab his bulge and shake it unconsciously before moving his hand up his tight stomach and chest. His jersey lifted for a moment, and I could see the trail of hair leading from his belly button to the waistband of his shorts. It was at that moment that I had to force myself to stop looking. The last thing I wanted was to get a boner in the middle of the footy field.
When the whistle finally blew, the teams stood gasping for breath for a few moments before moving towards each other, shaking hands. I joined them, saying things like, ‘Good game, we’ll get you next time.’ When I got to the handsome guy, I felt myself blush a little and saw him wink at me once more.
There was a bustle of activity after the match. We drank from our water bottles on the sideline, the coaches talking to the two teams. Our coach was carrying on about some of the fumbles we made and I wasn’t really listening. My little brother, Cooper, had come over to greet me and patted me on the back before following us into the change room.
‘It’s okay Lucas, you’re not that far down, you just have to win against Wagga and Leeton, and you guys will be fine,’ Cooper was saying as we sat on the benches of the change rooms.
I was ignoring my brother too, instead taking my boots, socks and shirt off before leaning back and clutching my water bottle for dear life. Guys were doing the same all around me. Most of my teammates were already down to their undies and a few were naked, moving around the room and carrying on like the idiot guys they were. There was a lot of laughing, towel snapping and a bit of helicoptering of dicks. I glanced at my little bro and saw his eyes move from Todds giant, hairy dick to Jacks tight ass.
I looked at Jack too. He bent down to pick up his undies off the ground and his ass cheeks spread to reveal a near hairless hole staring back at us. His balls hung down between his legs, swaying slightly back and forth and I felt blood start to fill my own dick.
I’d had a few experiences with guys and girls before and I liked both. While I was convinced that I would marry a woman and have kids one day though, I had to admit as I lay jerking in bed late at night, that there was something about guys. Their bodies, their easy-going nature, their dicks and balls swingingly around like some dominant animal. Sometimes, I just couldn’t get them out of my head.
I had to look down at the ground and let other thoughts fill my head, ‘What are you doing after the game?’
Cooper was looking at the ground too, and glancing over, I saw a little tent in his shorts which he was trying to cover with his arms. Smirking, I waited until he said, ‘I was going to go to Maccas with some mates. Wanna come?’ I shook my head and stood to take my shorts off. I liked spending time with my brother, but I wasn’t in the mood to sit with him and his annoying friends for an hour or more.
As I lowered my shorts, I wished that Cooper wouldn’t look, because it made me even more conscious of the fact that I was semi. My uncut dick swung, pointing downwards but clearly thickening as I headed for the showers, trying to ignore all the dicks and asses around me as I soaped up.
Fifteen minutes later, dressed in my footy shorts once more, coupled with a fresh tee-shirt, Cooper and I emerged from the changerooms and went our separate ways. I was thinking of seeing what a couple of the guys from the team were up to, when I saw the handsome lad sitting at the edge of the pitch on his phone.
My legs seemed to act on their own accord. Before my brain even knew what was happening, I was walking towards him, admiring his tight legs. He too was still wearing his footies along with a black shirt.
When I got close, I could see the screen of his phone which had Snapchat open. I lingered for a moment, looking over his shoulder as he opened his snaps. A couple were just silly ones of his buddies, and then he opened one of a woman laying naked in bed with huge breasts. He stared at it for a while and then, to my shock, he opened another one of his buddies which showed a huge black cock in the shower. He stared at that snap too before the ten seconds was up and it closed on him.
It was at that moment that I made my move, ‘Hey man, good form out there.’
He looked up at me and smiled warmly, ‘Thanks bro, hope I didn’t hurt you too much.’
‘Nah I’m all good.’
‘Are you sure,’ he pressed, ‘I felt a crunch when I took you down and thought, shit, I might have broken something here.’
‘Nah all good bro,’ I said dismissively.
We talked for a while about the footy season and how our teams were performing as well as some of the try’s we had scored. It was then that I learnt his name was Ben.
‘What are you up to now?’ I eventually asked.
Ben shrugged, ‘Not a lot bro, just chillin. Was gunna see my girl today but she’s MIA.’
‘Yeah, why?’ I sat next to him, spreading my legs and leaning back in what I hoped was a cool demeaner.
‘Dunno, she’s fucking weird. She’s like really into me for a bit, but them she fully ghosts me sometimes. Its fucking annoying, especially when I’m horned up.’
‘Like now?’ I asked, smirking and trying to ignore the tingling in my shorts.
‘Fuck yeah bro, it’s my birthday today. Thought she’d wanna chill.’
‘Shit bro, happy birthday!’ I leaned forward and pated him on the back, ‘Yeah you need some action today.’
‘Doesn’t look like that’s happening,’ he spat, seeming genuinely upset.
My heart was beating rather fast by this point. What I wanted to say flew through my mind at breakneck speed and I was fighting with myself about whether I had the balls or not. Eventually, the part of me that said I could pass it off as a joke if it all went south, won, ‘Bro, just let me know if you want birthday blowies.’
Ben laughed and I joined in, but then our eyes met. He stared at me for a good ten seconds and I tentatively stared back. Then, I saw his hand grab the front of his shorts once more and rub his bulge. I looked down at him, and felt my own dick growing, pressing against the nylon.
‘Let’s get out of here bro,’ Ben said simply, standing, with his bulge more prominent than ever.
I was in a bit of trouble then because I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Quickly, I had to tuck my dick into my waistband and cover it with my shirt, hoping that no one noticed. I needn’t have worried though really. The grounds were starting to get much quieter. Families had started to leave on mass after our game and head back into town for lunch.
I followed the lad around the stands and across the grassy expanse by the carpark. His ass seemed tighter than ever, and it didn’t help my erection to diserpate.
Just as I had started to wonder where we were going, Ben turned and I followed him into a toilet block. It was fairly modern, with five cubicles and a urinal. Two lads were laughing about something as they pissed side by side at the urinal. Otherwise, it was empty. We walked to the end of the row of cubicles and jumped in the last one together.
Once inside, I let my shorts fall and sat on the toilet seat. My dick was pointing straight at the ceiling as I watched Ben lock the cubicle and wait a moment. I was shaking a little by then, and I felt the heat in my face as it must have turned red. My mouth was very dry and my legs were bouncing. Less than thirty seconds later, the sound of the boy’s voices disappeared, and Ben turned to face me. It was in that moment that the enormity of what was about to happen washed over me.
Ben had a look in his eyes that was quite unlike anything I’d seen to that point. It was an intensity that surprised me, but also relax me at the same time. The bulge in his footy shorts seemed to be at breaking point. I could practically smell his penis in that moment. It wasn’t until later that I realised that it was just him though. He seemed to exude masculinity from the hair on his slightly muscular legs to his bulging arms, the tussle in his hair on his head and his flat stomach.
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, Ben reached into the waistband of his shorts with his thumbs and pulled them down. His shorts and undies fell at the same time and landed around his ankles. His dick sprung out instantly, first bouncing upwards and hitting his stomach, then settling to point directly at me.
I looked down his shaft to the dark, low hanging balls which had a smattering of pubes. The shaft itself was slightly longer and thicker than mine. Ben’s knob was partially covered by foreskin, which was pulled back, showing the pink head. The smell also became more intense. It didn’t stink, but there was a slight muskiness to him mixed with the soap that he had just used to shower.
I ran my hand up his thigh from between his legs as I took in every inch of his gorgeous cock. Ben inched, very slightly, towards me as I sat and admired him. My own dick was practically bouncing without me toughing it, pressing against my stomach with an agonising pleasure that suggested I had to release something or I’d burst.
I looked up at Ben and muttered, ‘Your girlfriend has no idea what she’s missing.’
He didn’t say anything and didn’t have to. Next moment, I had leaned forward and opened my mouth. The head of his dick entered my mouth, and I brushed the bottom of it with my tongue. I heard Ben suppress a moan as I gently teased him, locking my lips loosely around his shaft. I’m surprised that Ben didn’t just shove his dick to the back of my throat and plough me until he unloaded straight away. I had a feeling that that was what he wanted to do. He was holding my head with his left hand, and even through that gesture I could feel his longing.
Why he didn’t though, or at least, why I think he didn’t just fuck my face, was that he was intrigued. Surprised maybe that a guy felt so good wrapped around his cock. I think that he wanted to wait and see what I would do. Or maybe he was just stunned into inaction.
With that thought, I slurped on his head a little and then pulled away. Grabbing his warm shaft with my right hand, I jerked him slowly, licking his head between words as I said, ‘Am I your first guy?’
Ben just nodded, his face a little red. I could feel his dick swell in my hand, even as hard as it already was. I looked back at the penis in my hand and brought my mouth close once more. He entered me, and this time, I gently slid my mouth all the way down his shaft.
His leg juddered in my left hand, and I moved it further up to his ass to squeeze his firm cheek. I held the cheek firmly as my nose and lips reached his pubes. Ben let out a soft groan as I held my head there, moving my tongue around under his shaft before finally pulling away and beginning to bob backwards and forwards.
The bathroom was completely silent, except for the sound of my mouth moving backwards and forwards along his shaft. With every second it seemed, his legs became more rigid. His ass firmed up under the grip of my hand. After a while, I moved my hand under him to cup his balls. They rolled through my fingers, and I squeezed gently along with the movement of my head. This caused him to grunt a little each time I moved my head forwards.
Suddenly though, we froze in place. The sound of shuffling feet filled the air of the quiet bathroom and we waited, Ben’s dick halfway into my mouth.
It was quiet for a moment, then we heard the cubicle door next to us close. Immediately, this made me relax a little. The bloke, whoever he was, could have chosen the cubicle furthest from us. The fact that he didn’t, at least suggested that he either knew what was going on, or wouldn’t be opposed to it.
Ben looked a little worried above me. Our eyes met as we heard the guy lower his shorts and sit down on the seat. I glanced under the stall and could see his feet. He was wearing thongs and he too had some footy shorts resting upon them.
Slowly, I started to move my head once more, taking Ben’s dick to the back of my throat once more before pulling back to the tip and then repeating the motion. I was as quiet as I possibly could be, but not completely silent.
My heart jumped a second later as I saw the guys shadow. He had lent down to look under the stall. I didn’t see his face, but his shadow rested there for a while, Ben’s dick still hanging out of my mouth. In that moment, Ben pulled himself out of me and his dick sat close to my face. I could tell that he was ready at a moment’s notice to pull his pants up and bail.
In the silence, we were quite still, waiting. But then I saw another shadow. The movement of the shadow was backwards and forwards. It was unmistakable. Ben and I, of course, as every other guy in the world did, knew exactly what was happening. The guy was jerking his dick.
I lent forward, feeling much calmer, and licked Ben’s knob. His dick jumped and he let me put it back in my mouth.
My dick was still pressed against my stomach. I gave it a few jerks up and down but stopped quickly. I was so horny that I knew I’d burst if I kept going. Instead, I focused on Ben’s dick.
After a minute or so, Ben had begun to thrust slowly in line with the movement of my head. His dick was becoming wetter with my saliva, and he was harder than ever. Thirty seconds later, I had stopped moving and he was fucking my face slowly but firmly. His knob hit the back of my throat each time, his balls slapped against my chin.
Once again, there was sound in the room. The unmistakable slurps from me as I struggled to contain the saliva, the movement of Ben as he fucked my face, and the movement of the guy’s hand in the stall next to us as he wanked.
Before long, I knew that Ben was getting close. He was becoming rigid and moving very quickly. His dick was moving so fast, that I could barely contain my sucking action. But I did. I wouldn’t dare stop at that point. All that mattered in the world was Ben’s dick filling my mouth, his warm body pressing against my face as he ploughed me.
And then it happened. Ben held the sides of my head, and I cupped his balls tightly, my finger moving along his taint. His legs, spread firmly, became like tree trunks. He gave a few heightened gasps, and I grabbed my own dick, jerking furiously.
Then, he slammed into the back of my throat one final time, letting out a whimper and stiffening to a halt. I felt his dick jump and his cum filling my throat. My own cum spurted out of my dick, going everywhere as Ben emptied his balls into me.
One rope of cum, then two, three, four, five and six. I was shocked. If Ben were in the privacy of his bedroom, I’m sure he would have been moaning like a wounded animal. But he had to contain himself with grunting and whinging quietly as his dick finally rested.
I swallowed and sat quiet still, locked onto him. We heard the guy next to us moan as well, and his own cum splattered into the floor between the cubicles. Glancing up, I saw Ben looking like a wreck. His forehead was slightly sweaty, his face redder than ever. He looked much more like he had done on the pitch an hour or so ago when he was running around.
Finally, I pulled away and watched his wet dick flop out. He was semi, but the weight of it was starting to point it back towards the ground. Panting, we both looked at each other.
‘Give me your phone,’ I muttered as we heard the guy next to us starting to clean up with toilet paper. Ben mimicked the man, grabbing paper of his own as I added my snap username to his app and handing it back to him. ‘Happy birthday man,’ I added as he took his phone back.
Ben smirked and pulled his shorts up. I didn’t want him to go, but there was no way to stop him. I could see the conflict behind his eyes. He had enjoyed every second of what had just happened, but I could see that he felt weird about it too.
Ben and I clutched hands in a sort of “bro shake” and he said, ‘Thanks Lucas, catch you later I guess.’
Before he went, I said, ‘I’ll do that any time you want man, I mean it.’
He smirked once more, the bulge jumping in his shorts once more. And then he departed, leaving me covered in cum, with my dick becoming flaccid and my heart fluttering in a way that no other guy had ever succeeded in doing before.
