Gay Erotic Stories

My first year away from home was fairly uneventful. My teammates and coaches were all really friendly but sure demanded that I put in the effort. I didn’t expect to have to do so much hard work. The work paid off though: I played five games in my rookie season, more than any of the others. I also noticed some physical changes from all my work: My already big body gained some extra muscle and lost a bit of fat. I could run lap after lap and not break into a sweat and fuck my girlfriend all night without so much as a quickening of my breath. I had found my girlfriend only a month after moving to Melbourne: she was an absolute stunner. She had huge tits and a perfect ass. She was an energetic girl and couldn’t get enough of my big cock. I let her have it every day. I fucked her brains out for as long as I wanted and she still loved it. I was glad to have my girlfriend. I didn’t really care about her; she was just a good screw, something to get my mind off my brothers and what I had put up with from them. Since leaving home I had not even thought about fucking another guy. I cringed at the thought of a guy fucking me again. In the showers at footy I didn’t look at the other guys; I really wasn't interested. I wasn’t gay so I shouldn’t need to look I told myself. I still noticed that other guys would check me out. It brought me some thrill but nothing big enough to make me want to fuck them. Everything was sweet that first year: footy was great, I had made some new friends in my team mates, I was financially secure and I was living with a hot girl who I fucked every day. It wasn’t till the start of the new season in ’76 that things began to change: The new rookies were settled into the team making the rest of us work that little bit harder to stay ahead. Among the rookies was a guy named Harry. From the first day that the rookies came to the team Harry paid special attention to me. He always asked me for advice and my opinion on things. He would help me if I was carrying training equipment or if I needed someone to help me stretch. I didn’t mind him doing these jobs for me but he always seemed to hang around me and it was getting on my nerves. It was about this time that my girlfriend started to refuse me sex. She said that she felt used and wanted to be treated better. As if I would give her the satisfaction of letting her ransom me into anything. To spite her I would leave home early in the morning and come home late from the club. The longer she stood to her demands the more I tried to avoid her. I started going to the local swimming pool and gym as well as my training with the team. I never did anything too strenuous, just enough to keep myself busy. Inadvertently I seemed to create a buzz in the public gyms and swimming pools. Guys would wait around the change rooms to take a look at my monster. Even at the club some of the guys still took a good look at it now and then. I did nothing to stop this attention I was getting; most of the time I didn’t even notice. After a month and a half of her bullshit she moved out, not wanting to see me ever again. At first I enjoyed having the house to myself. I would stay up late watching porn; I would make huge messes in the kitchen and would not clean up after myself; I began to go nude all the time. I loved just hanging out being myself. Soon the sex situation became an issue. I got sick of having to relieve myself all the time. I started to go out on weekends with the guys and get the odd root or head job but nothing regular. One night in May I lay in bed with just a thin sheet on top of me. It was an unusually warm day in autumn, the last of the good weather before winter. That day I had found a nice secluded patch of beach and had fallen asleep naked. Luckily I had not slept that long but lying in bed I could feel my skin tingling from the sunburn. Half asleep I felt my cock stiffen and the sheet tent up. My hand fumbled with my balls as my mind wandered. I thought about my ex-girlfriend and some of the roots I had had recently. I ran my hand up my pole and to the head. It was covered in pre-cum and begged to be looked after. My other hand spread itself over the hairy expanse of my chest. My nipples were firm and erect. They poked out of the mass of dark hair, islands in the wild sea. My thumb and forefinger tweaked at the left, then the right. My cock grew harder, the tent bigger. I flung the sheet off my bed and clung to my pole with my fist. Furiously I pumped my shaft, working myself closer to climax. My left nipple twitched. Moments before I was to cum I let go of my aching dick and placed my hand down near my balls. I wanted to postpone my climax, build it up. With my hand I played with my balls, juggling with them. I soon was ready to start beating off again so I went at it hammer and tong. Once again just before cumming I stopped and started playing with my balls. After about half a dozen times I had reached my limit. Even playing with my balls made me ready to cum so I left my hand resting between my legs and against my thigh. My index finger rested on the end of my ass crack. I slowly slid my fingers over my tingling skin. Shivers ran up my spine. My balls contracted painfully against the base of my cock. I desperately needed to cum but greedily I savored the sensation, prolonging it. My fingers paused while I caught my breath, then made their way further along the ridge of my crack. The veins in my cock throbbed, the head spewed out a thin line of pre-cum. It pooled in the vale of my six-pack. My crack was sweating and warm; the hair clung to my fingers. I slowly inched closer to my hole. It hadn’t been violated in more than a year; it felt like it never had been. I felt so hot with my finger in the dark, moist canyon. I bent my knees and drew them up touching my chest. My cheeks parted, allowing my finger to slip further towards my hole. I closed my eyes and thought about my brothers and Scott. My finger lightly pressed upon the red bud. More spew billowed from my cock. Because of the way I was lying, legs touching my chest, neck bent forward to see the action, the end of my cock nestled between the bottom of my pecs. The reek of my cum and sweaty body filled the room. Still caught in the smell I didn't notice that my finger pushed forcefully against my hole. Now fully aware I pushed harder. In my mind’s eye I was being bent over the couch for that first time, Jack walking in behind me and pressing his cock to my virgin ass. My finger slipped in as Jack pushed hard against me. I pushed my finger in as far as it would go; Jack’s head ripped open my sore lips. Lying on my bed my body tensed. With my finger still in my ass and my hand nowhere near my cock I came and came and came. The streaks of hot cum struck my chin with veritable blows. The cum ran down my neck onto my chest and bed sheet. Weariness swept over my body. I began to remove my finger; my lips refused to let it go. I cricked my neck forward to see the product of my labour resting on my chest. The eye of my cock was still just inches from my face. As the last knuckle pulled away from my body, it was gripped by my hungry lips. Without hesitation I rammed the whole finger back in. The rest of my fist struck hard my firm cheeks. My cock jumped and one last glob of cum lashed my tightly bound lips. Careful not to part my lips I crept my head back and gently placed it on my pillow. The cum slugged its way down both sides of my face. I removed my finger and returning my legs to the mattress brought it to my nose. I waved the digit back and forth, the aroma wafting up my nostrils. The smell was repulsive and alluring. Feeling sleep creeping back I dropped my hand to my chest. It landed in the connected pools of cum and sweat. My hand smeared the fluids over one of my pecs, covering it. I unclenched the hand, placing my palm over as much of the muscle as I could. With one clean sweep I spread the cum down over my abs to my flaccid, almost crippled cock. My hand was now covered in the manly juice. The lights faded and I fell into a deep sleep. I awoke in the morning to an empty bed. Still groggy I blindly made my way to my bathroom. I stood in front of my full-length mirror and as I started to wake up properly, began to see the state I was in. The blurry memory of the night before focused as I stared at myself. During my sleep I must have wiped my face with my hand because half of it was covered in moist cum. Dried flakes were glued to my chest. I reached up and looked long and thoughtfully at my finger. It was still stained and smelt from where it had been. To my surprise I did not feel disgusted with myself. Instead I felt a great calm. My mind raced with fantasies of Jack, Tony, Paul and Scott fucking me and me fucking them. I came to admit to myself how hot two guys fucking each other was. To me it wasn’t anything about love or ‘being gay’: it was raw, manly energy; it was shear animal lust, about power and control. My cock stirred. I knew how to fix it. I had a quick shower, washing away the tangible legacy from the night before. From the shower I quickly pulled on a pair of slacks and a tank top. I grabbed some old swimming gear -- all my usual stuff was in the wash -- and headed to the local pool. --------------------- The chlorine smell hit me as soon as I entered the main building of the pool. I looked around at the guys who were just getting in or out of the pool. Some of their faces I had seen before but today everything seemed different. Today I noticed the way that their wet Speedos clung firmly to their tight asses as they walked around the pool. And the way that their muscles flexed and bulged as they heaved their heavy bodies out of the pool, exhausted from many laps. Above all I noticed the sly glances that everyone seemed to give one another. It was an all-male pool with a gym. I had been coming to it for a long while now and had never seen anything that tipped me off to it being some kind of a gay hangout. In fact most the guys I had talked to were married or were seeing women. Even still, in my new frame of mind I could feel the underlying tension in the air. I found a spare bench right next to the opening to the showers so I placed my bag there, taking a quick peek at the ten or so men as they washed.. As I got changed into my Speedos I took a glance around and introduced myself to some of the guys whom I knew. Most seemed preoccupied and not up for conversation. I deliberately took my time getting changed. Naked, I pretended to rummage around in my bag looking for my swimwear. The pair I had grabbed today was an old pair. I struggled to pull them up my huge legs. Once pulled up over my package I realized how ridiculously small they were; my balls fell out the sides, hanging low. I quickly whipped them off and looked in my bag for anything else that was appropriate to wear. All I could find was a pair of Stubby shorts that I wore to training the day before. I pulled them on and made for the pool. As I reached the door I realized that I wasn't wearing underwear and that my shorts were exactly that: short. The very tip of my cock poked down out of one leg. I looked to see if anyone had noticed. None of the guys seemed to give much reaction so I went and had a swim. When I got back into the change rooms I noticed a guy whom I hadn’t seen earlier in the morning. His name was Jessie. His bag was next to mine. Still in his Speedo he stood in front of his bag toweling himself down. I made small talk with him as I got my towel from my bag. He seemed nervous; I decided to test the waters. I stood up straight facing him. I was taller than he was by about half a foot. I looked down at his tight, hairless body. He was a slim person. I could feel his cool breath on my chest. I seemed to tower over him. This made the situation even hotter. He glanced over my body, down past the rim of my shorts leg. My blood was pumping from swimming. The head of my cock was in full view, so was the bottom of my two hairy balls. He shifted his eyes from my package to the others in the room. There were about seven guys in the room. "Can't help but notice the attention you’re giving my," I said wryly, trying to keep a straight face. "Um....shit, sorry. It won't happen again." His voice was weak and choked. He looked down at his bag. "Well that's a shame." I placed my hand on his bulge, squeezing gently. Then letting him go I rubbed the front of my shorts. My cock pushed out another inch from the bottom. He glanced around the room again. Two guys saw what I had done but as he looked around they pretended to be busy. "You don't know how long I have wanted this," Jessie whispered as he stepped close, pressing his firm body against mine. "Let’s go back to my place," he whispered seductively. I felt him swelling against me. I playfully pried him off me. "If you want me that bad you'll have to take me here," I said purposefully out loud. The seven guys looked over to us. Guessing what they were about to see three of them packed up and left. The other four stared awkwardly on in various stages of undress. Jessie ran his finger around the inside of my waistband, snagging on my thick pubic bush. He stopped at the button and unbuckled it. He pressed himself against me again, kissing me on the neck. Fumbling between the two of us he managed to unzip me. My shorts fell heavily to the floor. I ran my hand down his back until I found his ass. I slipped under his Speedo and skirted his crack with my fingers. I grabbed a small bunch of his ass hairs between my thumb and forefinger and pulled lightly on them. He moaned in pleasure as he moved his lips up my neck. With his hands he clenched onto my cheeks, squeezing them. Imitating me he got hold of some hairs and yanked. This made me very mad: I was the one in control not him. Without even thinking and with one quick move I pulled my hand from his Speedos and smacked him hard on the ass. The sound was harsh and deafening. It must have hurt him because he jumped back stunned. His face showed that this was not what he wanted. Not wanting to lose him so early I acted fast. I grabbed Jessie by the arms and lustfully flung myself back, taking him with me. Backwards, I maneuvered into the showers. My ass and back slapped the cool tiled walls. Two guys who had been talking while they showered were baffled by what they saw. I slid my back down the wall, getting low enough for Jessie to suck me off. The four from the change room poked their heads around the partition that closed the showers from the main room. Jessie's hand gripped my chest and he slid down onto his knees. The top of his cock stuck out rigidly from his Speedo. I put my hands behind my head as he closed his lips around my knob. The guy was a master. He sure must have sucked a lot of dick in his time. The size of my monster seemed to entice him, not intimidate him. He was soon taking all of me in. I thought he would choke but he didn't gag once. By now all the showers were turned off. Six guys stood watching slack-jawed, amazed at what they were seeing. One of the guys from the change room was wearing a tank top and jocks. Judging by his body language he was uncomfortable. It was like he was watching a car crash: not wanting to look but unable to look away. "You...in the tank-top, get over here." He looked guiltily at me, as if caught doing something he shouldn't. Turning to leave the room he shyly mumbled "Sorry, I don't do stuff like that; I ain’t no queer." "Listen you little girl get over here now!" I surprised myself with the authority in my voice. It stopped him dead in his tracks. He stood still, conflicted, unable to make up his mind. "Now!" He walked over to me, keeping his gaze on the ground. Wrapped around one of his trembling fingers was a gold ring. He must have been married. "Don't worry; the missus will still think of you as a man." He looked up at me wide-eyed. The thought of his wife slammed him back into reality. It was too late; he was close enough for me to grab him by the back of the neck and force him onto one of my hard nipples. That was all the encouragement he needed: he had crossed a line and he didn't want to look back. He chewed down on my nipple, and then licked it with his tongue. He repeated this, working himself into a frenzy. With my guidance he made his way to the opposite nipple. A thick line of matted hair showed the path he took to navigate the broad expanse of my chest. I reached into his jocks and pulled out his cock. It was fairly small but really hairy. He hardened in my hand. His foreskin stretched back exposing the purple head. His shaking hand came down on mine, pulling it away from his cock and up towards his head. I roughly grabbed his hair and pressed him tight against me. I looked up to see that the crowd had doubled: Some guys were jacking off; others just stared in awe. Most of them were straight as nails but even so they couldn't help but look. I closed my eyes and took in the sensations. The married man had run out of room so I lifted up my arm; he greedily obeyed, gnawing into my sweaty armpit. I ran my fingers through both the married man and Jessie's hair. Jessie reacted to my attention with renewed enthusiasm, his head bobbed up and down faster. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the pleasure. "Shane!" I heard from the back of the crowd. I opened my eyes to see Harry and another rookie trying to make their way through the twenty strong crowd. I noticed that he had a staff uniform on. "I just got the job yesterday. I was showing my mate around before I started my shift. I guess that can wait." Harry got down on his knees beside Jessie. Jessie pulled back and let Harry have a go. The married man's cock dangled in Jessie’s face. He playfully nudged it with his nose, and then took it in his mouth. Harry's mate, not knowing what to do, anxiously stood back from the small group we had formed. "Here you go, son." I pried myself from the wall, hobbling forward a few paces, the others moved with me. I grabbed one of my cheeks and spread it from the other. The guy, not wanting to miss out found a place behind me. His moist breath blew along my sweaty crack as he waited to compose himself. I felt his tongue lightly tickle my outer row of hair. He pulled back and paused; staring at my big beefy ass as I pumped back and forth, face-fucking Jessie. He took in a deep breath, stretched open my crack and before he lost his nerve plunged face first into the hot, dark canyon. His tongue pressed firmly on my hole. He then lapped at it like a dog drinking water. Slowing his pace he pulled back and ran his tongue along the hairy lining of my crack. A shiver ran down my spine. The married man stepped back, his face stretched in pleasure. A primal yell escaped his throat. He hunched forward, grabbing his knees with his hands, panting loudly. Jessie at my instruction got out of the way. The married man gripped his cock and viciously stroked it. The muscles in his arms bulged. Spunk shot out of his cock, striking my chest and stomach. Without giving him time to think I grabbed his head and forced him back down on me. At first he was eager. He sucked up his own cum off my muscles with delight. Now that he had cum I lost interest in him. "And what a nice little bitch you make; your wife must be proud." I spoke directly in his ear. He let go of my chest and looked up into my face. Tears swelled in his eyes. I began to laugh. "Oh God what have I done? Fuck, I feel sick to my stomach…" He bolted for the toilets. I let him go freely. My nuts tightened; I had other things to worry about. A wave of intense pleasure filled my body. I became weak at the knees. I placed my sweaty palm against the wall behind me to keep myself upright. My skin tingled and goose bumped. My nipples went small and hard. I curled my toes in tight as I came ever closer to climax. As much as I wanted to draw the feeling out I couldn't stand it any longer. My balls pulled tighter, my cock was painfully hard. Then it began; I felt it with my whole body. I shuddered as the first wad of warm spunk expelled itself from my monster. It took Harry by surprise. He managed to take the first few shots but the rest leaked out his mouth, down his chin and dripped to his chest. I pulled my cock out in time for the last few pumps to smear across his face. I stood up straight and proud as I shot my load over Harry. I grunted like an animal and actually pounded my chest like fucking King Kong or something. For a brief moment I felt like a god. Standing tall and invincible I looked around the room. About twenty-five guys had seen me cream all over Harry. They were all silent. The air was electric. Then the spell was broken. My sweaty body began to cool, my cock deflate. The remaining cum on my chest and abs was beginning to dry. I now stood alone, watching as the mood of the crowd turned sour. Harry's mate had turned his attention to Harry. Harry was lying flat on the floor, exhausted from his efforts. His mate crawled up next to him and licked my cum off the side of Harry's face; Harry smiled, leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. As I left the room I saw Jessie giving head to two giddy high school kids. He sucked on one cock while the other waited, then he swapped over. The eighteen-year-olds couldn't believe their luck, getting their first head jobs when they were meant to be at school. The sea of men parted as I headed for my clothes. Some of them patted me on the back or ass as I passed, while others looked at me with disgust. I didn't give a fuck though: why should I? In the space of a morning I had had my way with four guys, one of whom was married. The thrill of what had just happened finally dawned on me; I would never be the same again after this morning. A thick smile swept over my face. ---------------- The next day I returned to the pool expecting to see Jessie. Instead I found a bunch of guys who had either seen the events of the day before or had heard about them, and who wanted to give themselves to me. Who was I to deny them? Days turned into to weeks and weeks into months. I continued to go to the pool everyday, sometimes to fuck sometimes to swim. I became impatient of horny guys wanting to have a piece of me when all I wanted was a swim. I had a string of seven or so guys whom I fucked regularly and there were always more who wanted it. Sometimes I had guys who recognized me from playing footy; to these I would always act straight. I couldn't let my team find out. On the most part though I wasn't so famous for my footy; I wasn't a big player yet. I soon invented a system to let people know if I was up for a fuck or not. When I was I would wear my Stubby shorts, no underwear of course. They were good to fish out anyone who might be interested. As time passed and people moved on, all those who actually knew my name stopped coming to the pool. It started as a joke behind my back but soon everyone called me Stubby or Stubbs. Harry and his mate continued to bug me about fucking them after that day. I tried to put it off as much as I could; I didn't want Coach to find out. It was 1976 and not many straight guys were accepting of 'poofs'. Eventually I gave in to Harry. Once that happened I couldn’t stop myself; it became a bit of a habit. If we did meet it was always at the pool after closing time. Harry got a key cut so we could use it all we wanted. Sometimes he would bring a guy he knew along. On the odd occasion he brought a player from our team. These guys would usually come expecting for them to fuck me or for me to suck them. When they realized that that was never going to happen they didn't come back. Some of them still saw Harry but they mostly avoided me. Harry's mate became injured shortly after that day at the pool and he was dropped from the team and his contract not renewed for the next year. I saw him once or twice after that but then he moved back home with his folks in Perth and I never saw him again. Everything was sweet for me over the few years that followed. I found and lost a few girlfriends; they usually got sick of me only wanting sex from them. I enjoyed the single life, but I loved a chick that was a good lay. ------------- The end of the 1981 season was drawing near. The team had been playing shit all year and we were not going to make the finals. The Monday before our last game we had a long, rough training session. I staggered into the change rooms sore and tired. My body was covered in dirt and sweat. I sluggishly made my way to my locker and peeled off my clothes. I placed my jockstrap on top. It was stained and dirty from many uses without cleaning. I decided I would wear it that night to the pool. I needed some release and Harry would have to do. I looked about the room at the mass of naked, unclean flesh but I couldn't find Harry. Seeing that no one was watching me I lent my face close into my locker. With my nose just inches from my jockstrap I took in a deep cleansing breath. My cock pressed against the cool metal of the empty locker below mine. I placed my hand around the base of my prick and gently squeezed, blooded rushed into it making it rubbery-hard. I didn't care if guys saw me touching myself in the locker room or if they saw my hard cock. Heaps of guys would have a wank after a good game or tiring training session. We were all men so it didn't matter what we saw or showed. A hard cock was nothing out of the ordinary. I pulled my head out of my locker and half-limped towards the showers. A teammate of mine stepped out in front of me. He was wearing just some Lycra bike shorts which he must have been wearing under his footy shorts while we trained. He was about the same age as me, maybe a bit older. His body was lean and tanned. As he breathed, his six-pack flexed then relaxed. He had not hit the showers yet and his body gave off a strong manly scent. My already hard cock didn't want to calm down. The teammate didn't seem to notice or if he did he had seen it that many times that it didn't bother him. I had a bit of a reputation as being a bit of a dirty guy. On footy trips and weekends interstate I would usually bring a woman back to the hotel and fuck her, much to the surprise of the guys I was sharing a room with. One time when I was sharing with the captain he walked into the room to find me fucking this brunette doggy style. I immediately pulled out and offered her to him. That night we took it in turns as we fucked her brains out. We must have came five times each. “Shane, I just need to ask you a few things about the end of season trip.” His lips were cracked and dry and he hadn’t shaved for a few days. His face was rugged and bordered on handsome. “Sure what do you want?” “Do you have your passport organized?” “Yeah, I did all that the other week.” My hand stroked at my cock slowly but steadily. His hairless chest shimmered with sweat. “The hotel we booked into rang back saying that they are a few rooms short, you don’t mind bunking with someone do you?” “No not at all, put me in with Harry if he wants me.” A sly smile crossed my face. A week sharing a room with Harry in Bali; I couldn’t wait. Just the thought of it made me want to jump my teammate then and there. “OK, good, catch you later.” He walked off to talk to another player. I continued my walk to the showers. As I neared the shower block I saw Harry washing himself while he talked to a few guys. The head of my cock pulsated. I was just about to call out to him when I got a tap on my shoulder. I swung around impatiently “What now!” My cock flew around wildly and stuck the person’s thigh. He stepped back nervously. It was Coach and he didn’t look pleased to see me. “Can I have a word with you in my office?” “Can’t it wait? I was just getting into the shower.” “No not really. I have to be in a meeting in half an hour.” “Okay, but make it snappy.” Coach led me into his office where he positioned himself behind his desk. I sat on a cold, plastic chair that faced it. I spread my legs out wide; my disinterested dick limped down between them. “I didn’t want to do this before the season had finished, or at all for that matter...” He stumbled to find the words. “Just get it over and done with.” My heart sank low and heavy in my chest as I realized what he was going to say. “The board has decided to let you go at the end of the year. Your remaining contract will be paid in full but we have decided to trade you. The board was not happy with the team’s performance this year and wants to get some high profile players in. You will be part of a trade, along with some draft picks, to get a very big named player in.” “Why are you telling me now? Why not after the season is over?” “The media have found out somehow and are printing the story tomorrow. I thought it fair to let you hear it from me and not from the papers.” “Fuck man…Jesus…this is a total fucking surprise.” I nervously ran my fingers through my hair “Wait. Why me? Why not Tommo or Jimmy? I’ve had a better season than them and earn about as much money. I’ve been with the club longer than them too!” “It wasn’t my decision; it was the board.” “That’s bullshit. You’re the coach; you would have that last word. Tell me the truth, don’t patronize me.” “Okay, if you want it.” He paused. “Some of the players have raised…concerns with me over your…off-field behavior.” “What? Because I shag a few girls when we play interstate?” “No not that; the opposite really. Some feel that the…relations you have with another member of the team is…inappropriate. They feel threatened and uncomfortable around you, especially in the change rooms. I know you have had a few girl friends but I also know about your…encounters with other men.” “What? Who?” I tried to keep a straight face but rage was churning inside of me. “You can’t deny it. I’ve known about it for a while. I just didn’t know how to raise the issue with you. I’ve seen the way you pressure young Harry. He is terrified to say no to your advances.” “What? That’s crap! Harry loves it; he instigated it.” “You shouldn’t have used your size and position in the club to force Harry to your…way of life. It makes me sick to think about what you have done to him in these very rooms. It is not appropriate for the club or for the team. That’s why we chose you over the other guys.” “This is fucking ridiculous. First off, I don’t force Harry into anything; he is totally willing. Secondly, more of this goes on in the club than you think. You wouldn’t believe the amount of players who have fucked Harry. And lastly, I have never, ever fucked anyone in these rooms. I have tried to keep my urges out of the locker room afraid that this would happen.” My voice became hoarse and week. I realized that arguing would be useless. I slumped down in my chair, bringing my face close to my bare chest. Tears formed in my eyes. So this was it; I was being traded. Coach saw the expression on my face change and saw my body hunch over as I started to sob. He sat watching me for a few seconds until he could stand it no more. He came over and stood beside my chair. He crouched down and laid his hand on my back, patting me reassuringly. “So what team am I playing for?” He told me the team. “Don’t worry; everything will be fine. I didn’t mean to get so angry before. I was in the wrong. You’re a fine player and the team will miss you.” His tone of voice made me mad again. He didn’t care about me; he just wanted to get me and my promiscuous cock out of the club. I wanted to teach him a thing or two about being a real man. My body filled with frustration and excitement. I had a plan. Seeing I was out of the club anyway, I might as well do the things I was being accused of. He placed his hand on my thigh as he struggled to stand his chubby body upright. His hand slipped and it brushed the side of my equipment. “Shit, sorry,” he exclaimed as he motioned away from me, creating distance between the two of us. “Not at all.” I stood up and took a step towards Coach. He cowered beneath my massive frame. My naked body tingled with excitement. “It’s lucky for you that you sacked me, my monster here,” I grabbed it with one hand, “really wanted to rip you apart.” I took another step closer to him. He was scared stiff; he stopped breathing. I grabbed the base of my half-hard cock and pulled it up, sliding my knob up over coach’s bulge. I laughed and left the room with my cock swinging freely and Coach frozen in a state of shock. I walked past my locker and grabbed my jockstrap then walked into the showers. The whole team was inside, washing and mucking about. I took a place next to Harry and handed him my jockstrap. “Not here,” he whispered harshly to me. I stared him in the eyes and he knew not to mess around with me. He turned off his shower and stepped into my jockstrap. “Attention everyone!” I said in a demanding voice. They all stopped talking and looked at me. All I could hear were the showers running. “Can I have all the showers off?” They all obeyed. Silence. “I have just been informed that this week will be the last I will play for this team.” Shockwaves swept the group. “The reason: some of you do not approve of my sexual exploits.” A smirk crept onto a few of the ignorant guys’ faces. With one quick move I had Harry face down on the floor. His hairy crack looked up at me invitingly, framed by my jockstrap. An uncertain murmur filled the room. Some didn’t know what was going on; others like those who Harry had brought to the pool watched nervously: were they about to be sprung? “It seems that at least one of you feels that a man such as myself should not be involving myself with other men.” I knelt down next to Harry and ran my hand over his smooth cheeks. I then leant over him, spread his ass open with my hands and spat down onto his hole. I ran my finger along the bottom of his crack, inserting it easily into his open hole. I pulled it out and then stood up. Harry stayed on the ground, psyching himself for what was to come. “But I’m not the only one who has fucked poor little Harry.” I walked through the team. They all kept their eyes on me, wondering where this was going. “There are quite a few of you here who have had their way with Harry.” I did a quick head count; there were thirty-five in the showers. “More than half of you!” The real number was only about six or seven but they didn’t know that. “So, who is the pussy who denies themselves the pleasure of being a real man? Who is the pussy who goes against more than half of you and has had me kicked from the team?” Silence. Teammates looked at each other with suspicion. Those who had not fucked a guy looked around to guess who in their team had. Those who had, looked around amazed that so many of their friends shared the same dark secret. I don’t know who was the one who had told Coach, if someone had at all, but I hoped that they were feeling some pressure. “Come on, who was it?” No one answered. “Okay then, if you are all open to what it means to be a real man, who wants to be first?” Silence again. I looked around the team and saw that about eight of them were sporting woodies. Most of these had not been guys who had been taken to the pool. I stood up next to one of them; his face blushed. “Are you a man, son?” The team stared at him; he remained silent. I drifted my finger under his nose and then traced the defined line down his body to his crotch. The finger smelt of Harry and it left a small mark as it glided over his body. I took his cock in my hand. “I said: are you a man? ‘Cause you’re looking ready for some action. So are you?” “I’m sorry I can’t; I have a girlfriend.” I let go of him and moved to the next guy and grabbed his cock. “So are you a man then?” His cock went hard, his foreskin retracted. He turned red with embarrassment. I whispered into his ear “Come on, your big cock here needs some action.” “I’ve never done it before.” “It is the best thing ever. Imagine the tightest pussy in the world; only Harry will let you fuck him as hard as you want. So are you gonna be a man?” “I…I think so,” he stammered out. “Good, then go fuck some ass.” He walked over to Harry with cautious steps. He looked back at his mates for support; they all stared back with eager anticipation. I knew that if I could get one guy to ‘prove his manhood’ then a few more would too. Harry was up on all fours waiting for his teammate. His ass cheeks were spread wide and his hole pulsed big then little. He was fairly loose from accommodating my monster all the time and this smaller penis slipped in easily. The guy groaned in pleasure as soon as he entered Harry. The whole team encircled the two of them to see a better view of the action. I slowly slipped out of the crowd and sat down in the corner of the room. I thought about all the fuss that would come with starting with a new team. I would need to move house; I wouldn’t be able to visit the pool again. I would have to start fresh with all new teammates. It would be just me by myself for a while until I found some good places to pick up guys…and girls for that matter. I had my eyes closed. The sound of balls slapping against Harry increased in rate. The guy fucking him yelled out as he came. Then silence. I waited a while to see what would happen, if I would have to step up to the plate. To my surprise I heard two guys fighting over who would be next. I opened my eyes to see the wall of bare asses surrounding Harry. The guy who had fucked him left the circle and found a shower. After cleaning himself off he came over and thanked me and told me that I would be missed. He then left the showers and got changed. Pulling myself up off the floor I staggered over to the circle of guys. Harry was on to his third guy. I tapped the guy on the shoulder and he looked at me. Understanding what I wanted he pulled out and patted me on the ass. “Your go, Tiger.” Harry looked back at me when I entered him, his face slightly screwed up in pain. I slammed my rod right into him. He gave out a yell. I didn’t care. I continued to pound away at him. He moaned and groaned: I had never fucked him this hard before. He took it with a half grin, half scream on his face. I put my whole body into fucking him. I forced all my weight on him. His arms and legs bucked and he fell flat on his face. My body fell on his, smothering it. With my legs I spread his out wide. This let me in deeper and deeper. My monster glided in and out of his enlarged hole. Our teammates’ cum squished and squashed as I fucked him hard. I didn’t even try to lift some of my weight off his body. I just lay flat and ground my monster into him. My ass bobbed up and down, back and forth. I heard a guy next to me moan and felt a wet splash on my back. I looked over to see the guy jacking himself onto me. Normally this would have pissed me off but today it turned me on. “Yeah! Come on guys!” I yelled out. I slammed Harry harder; I was nearly going to cum. I felt another splash on my leg, then on my ass. Cum was flying everywhere. My furry chest scraped along Harry’s back; my head was close up to his. “After this I don’t want to see you ever again.” I don’t know why I said it, or if I really meant it, but once it was out I didn’t want it taken back. Having to leave the club and my home was bad enough but I didn’t want to be attached to this piece of ass. Because that is all he was to me: a piece of ass. He craned his neck around to see my face after what he thought was an odd thing to say. I stared at him with a frown on my face. He saw that I wasn’t joking. I looked into his eyes as he realized what he meant to me. His heart broke and his eyes cried without tears. It made me cum. His ass filled and overflowed. Cum flowed down our legs and onto the floor. He went to pick himself up. I thrust my cock further inside. I wasn’t finished yet… (Stubbs, Part 3, might be a bit of a wait away, it took me ages to write this one and I need a break. Any comments or questions send to inmyjockstrap@hotmail.com )