I'm Paul. I began playing rugby when I young. Although quite lightweight, I was very fast, with a good throw.
From a young age, I knew I liked boys and had to keep it from my school mates and the rugby team, who were the source of my fantasies when masturbating. As the years went on, my physique developed and I knew some of the other guys fancied me, but I was too young and nervous to do anything about it.
I was now 18, and trying to get into the first team. After training one evening, for once, I let my guard down. I was caught staring at another guy's bulging jockstrap. One of them embarrassed me, "Look guys, Paul likes cock". I blushed and turned away, pleading innocence, but it was too late. The guy I'd been looking at pulled his dick out of his jock and waved it in my face. "Go on, touch it, if you want". All eyes were on me and I realized there was no backing out. I held it and it grew in my hand, the crown coming through the foreskin. "Lick it", he commanded. He hadn't hit the showers yet. It smelt musty and salty. I was dragged off the bench and onto my knees, surrounded by six muscular guys. They took their dicks out and demanded I suck them. I'd never had any form of sex before, but daren't show them how nervous I was. I soon got the hang of it. I took each one in turn, sucking it for a bit before moving on to the next one. When they weren't getting sucked, they jerked, some jerked each other. It wasn't long before my hair, face and chest was covered in spunk. I'd been tossing myself, and produced a huge load. I was carted off to the showers, where I had to wash them as well as myself. One of them, Dave, offered to give me a lift home.
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Instead of heading to my place, we went to his flat. Indoors, he took me to his bedroom. I kissed a man for the first time. More than a kiss, he tongued me and stripped me, leaving me feeling vulnerable. He shimmied out of his clothes, and we were both naked. He lifted me onto the bed and snuggled in next to me, groping and kissing me. I knew I was going to lose my cherry. Our erections returned, mine stronger than ever. He kissed his way down my body, held my dick and licked my sack, before giving me oral. I nearly came, but knew I wanted him inside me. He turned me over, pulling my cheeks apart, he rimmed me, slobbering saliva on my hole. The pleasure was intense. Reaching for a bottle of lube, he smeared a blob on my hole and worked a finger in. He hit my prostate, making my dick twitch. He put more lube on himself, then lay on his back and told me to take my time. Straddling him, I guided his pole onto my bud, and pushed gently down. Pain tore through my body as he broke through my ring, but I determinedly pushed on until I had swallowed him. I leaned over and kissed, rocking gently back and forth. The pain went, and I felt a warm glow. Gradually, I increased my movements, he let me take control, until I was riding him. I lifted myself, and he started to thrust met my bouncing. I began jerking. "I'm gonna cum", he cried. I redoubled my efforts. As his juices flowed into me, my first jet hit him in the face. Pools developed on his chest. I collapsed onto the sticky mess, kissing him again and thanking him for being so gentle. We showered again and he took me home. That night, lying in bed, thinking about my initiation, I masturbated and came for a third time. Dave and I had sex every week after training.........and I made the first team
