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I went to this party a few years ago- consisted of 10 very drunk rugby players, I had the time of my life but left with a very sore arse!
OK this is what happened. I was 22 at the time and had this mate, Alan, who was a rugby player. I had this enormous crush on him and when he had drunk a few pints he would get very tactile with me…hugs; arm round shoulder, pressing his body against mine. I was always hoping that something would happen between us even though we both had girlfriends and I was still confused about my own sexuality.
One night he said we could go to this `piss up' at his mate's flat. I had never met his mate and wasn't too keen on the idea but would have gone anywhere Alan suggested. I had expected some kind of party with lots of people there but when we arrived there were just these nine blokes who all played rugby with Alan and were already totally pissed.
They sat around telling sick jokes, belching, farting and talking about birds they had shagged while I concentrated on trying to get as drunk as they were. The evening got better as far as I was concerned when for no reason that I could work out one of the lads was jumped on by his team-mates and stripped down to his boxers.
This one bloke, John started getting aggressive towards me and accusing me of being gay. Alan defended me a bit saying I wasn't gay but John kept on making remarks like `Whose lap do you want to sit on, Joe?' The weird thing was that at some point John stopped being aggressive and seemed to be flirting with me. Certainly I stopped feeling afraid and started to enjoy the way John was speaking and looking at me.
I went to the loo and when I came out John was standing outside waiting for me. "You took your time," he said, "Having a wank?" I tried to walk past him but he stood in my way, so we ended up pressed against each other. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. Then he ordered me into the toilet with him. I was really drunk by now and it all seemed a bit of a dream to me. I stood waiting while he had a piss. Then he turned around to me with his cock hanging out and said, "Suck it you cunt." I got down on my knees and did what he said.
Just before he was going to cum he pulled out and gave me a cum shampoo. Then he ordered me to follow him. I was now just obeying his orders without question. He took me downstairs to where his mates were and said "Alan, I thought you said your mate wasn't queer. Well he certainly sucks cock as good as any bird."
After a few more drinks, John sorted out the `team' into a circle with me in the middle. John then told all the lads to get their cocks out and they started to throw John's shoe around. John explained the rules. I had to suck a bloke's cock until such time as he failed to catch the shoe. Then he would have to replace the shoe with his own item of clothing and I would have to move to the next bloke in the circle. The winner was the bloke who managed to cum although he had to cum on my head to `prove it' and not in my mouth. The other rule was that no one was allowed to touch their own cocks.
Well I think these were the rules! All I remember was a never ending supply of hard cock and lots of undressing. I had spent many nights dreaming of Alan's cock in my mouth but I had to confess his cock became just one of many!
Eventually most of the blokes seemed to pass out or sit in a stupor and John, Alan and Tony the hooker a big solid bloke took me outside. We walked to this nearby multi-storey car park. John made me do a strip tease. He seemed to get a kick out of ordering me to `perform' to Alan. Then I was strapped to a concrete pillar and John fucked me followed by Alan and the Tony. He was the worst because he seemed to take ages to cum and he kept thumping and kicking me.
I had been fucked before ..but this was something different. After they finished, Tony said he needed a piss and John said there's one dirty bastard there. So Tony bloke pissed on me. John said "Leave him here" , threw my clothes off the side and they walked off. A few minutes later, Alan came back and released me. He told me to go home and I said "like this?" So he gave me his coat and his briefs to wear.
We never spoke about what happened that night and it was the end of our friendship. We both avoided each other as much as we could. I was ashamed about how much I had gone along with what had happened that night. The fact of the matter is that it still remains one of the hottest `nights' of my life and yeah I would welcome the chance to repeat the experience.
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