Sean, the well-hung rugby stud
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Chapter 6
Sean spent the next morning attending lectures while nursing a hangover. As he listened and took notes from the different speakers, he felt his lack of sleep catching up on him. He thought back, though, and it had been a top night. The rugby lads were a great laugh and despite the fact he'd had his pubes waxed and been made to go out in town wearing kinky underwear, he'd still managed to pull a gorgeous brunette and have a damned good fuck. It dawned on him that he didn't even know the girl's name. Inside his jeans, his prodigious dick swelled with excitement and pride at the memory. Looking around the lecture theatre, packed with fellow students taking sports science, he recognised Matt and one of the other new players from last night. Both looked really rough and he wondered how long they'd carried on drinking after him.
In the afternoon, his head beginning to clear from the fog of mixed drinks and exhaustion, Sean headed for the uni gym. As lectures were still going, it was fairly quiet and Sean looked forward to a hard but peaceful workout. The fitness complex was very impressive and had been one of his reasons for choosing the university. After changing into training shorts and a tight white t-shirt, Sean made his way to the main room. There was plenty of space with rows of different machines and a large weights area. Taking his place at a pec deck, Sean began to put his huge body through its paces, breathing heavily as he strained his body to lift increasingly heavy weights, keen to improve both his stamina and his power.
Pausing for a quick drink of water, Sean saw Deano in the weights area. He was unsure whether to go across and join him. Did playing on the same team make them mates after only one night? When they caught each other's eyes, Sean simply nodded and resumed his workout, deciding it was best to come across as a serious athlete than someone keen to make friends. As his biceps rippled and his chest heaved against the weight he was lifting, Sean watched Deano out of the corner of his eye. He was in great shape and although he was less bulky than Sean, going by the dumbbells he was lifting, he clearly had a lot of strength. As Sean watched, a girl walked passed Deano and paused briefly. They didn't exchange words but Deano smiled at her and she tossed back her blonde hair. She was moving in Sean's direction and he watched her beautiful figure as it got closer. Her tight lycra leggings showed off her long slim frame and the slight sweat of her exercise made her t-shirt cling sexily to her firm tits. Wondering if it was worth making a move on her, Sean noticed Deano put down the dumbbells and begin to follow her. She was making her way to the sauna area and momentarily glanced over her shoulder at Deano as she left the room. As Deano approached, Sean continued his workout, pretending to be focussed.
'Alright mate,' called Deano.
'Hey, good workout?'
'Yeah, thought I'd finish off with some cardio,' he nodded towards the door the girl had left through and grabbed the front of his sweatpants, showing off a pretty large bulge, and grinning suggestively at Sean.
'Have fun, mate,' added Sean, trying to sound congratulatory but not too impressed.
When Deano had gone, Sean continued on the pec deck for a few minutes but found himself constantly looking over at the weights area. Getting up, he swigged from his water bottle and made his way to where Deano had been working out. Giving in to his competitive side, Sean reached down for the weights Deano had been lifting and pulled them up. Although he didn't drop them, they dragged painfully on the sockets of his arms. Breathing in a controlled, determined way, Sean brought the two weights up in a curl, grunting with the exertion. He brought them back down to rest in their iron cradle and looked at them with some surprise, thinking about how easily Deano had been pumping them.
'Fuck,' he muttered with a mixture of jealousy and respect, then walked back to the running machines that lined the far wall and began a ten mile run.
Beyond the wall, less than twenty metres away, in the sexy swirling steam of the sauna, a beautiful blonde was screaming with joy. Behind her, his shirt discarded on the floor, his sweatpants and boxers round his ankles, Deano gripped her hips and hammered his cock inside her. Sweat dripped down his back in rivulets, sliding over the toned golden skin and across the plump roundness of his large firm arse. He moved his strong hands up her body then around to her chest so he could squeeze the girl's pert tits. Carla was a friend with benefits. They didn't date, never asked what the other got up to, but on most occasions when they met they would end up naked and fucking like animals. She loved the feel of his chest on her back, his hard nipples jutting into her skin, the feel of his abs like rocks against her spine. But most of all she loved his cock. During one drunken night in her room she'd measured him: 7.5inches x 7.5 inches. As a mathematician, she loved the correspondence of those dimensions. As a girl she loved what it could do. Long but not too long, thick but not too thick. As he pounded away behind her she could feel her lips spread tightly as he explored deep inside her. He wasn't boyfriend material but that was fine; he was the best fuck she'd ever had and, besides, she didn't have time for a boyfriend.
'Go on baby, take that!' Deano breathed hornily in her ear as he wrapped her blond hair around his knuckles and pulled her head back masterfully. She came for the second time since they'd entered the sauna and he continued fucking her. He'd seen one of the newbies in the gym, the one with the massive cock, Sean, and it pleased him to be fucking such a hot and filthy girl as Carla while his new teammate continued his solitary workout. Kissing her sweating skin, he looked down at her cute arse and gave it a slap. She cried out with pleasure and he watching as his chunky cock appeared and disappeared rapidly between her legs. Deano was pleased with his meaty dick but a pang of envy hit as he remembered how big the new guy's cock had looked – almost as long as Deano's hardon even though he'd still been soft. Feeling his balls begin to throb, he pushed Carla flat against the wall and began to work his cock like a pneumatic drill until, with a cry that turned from a loud growl into an almost high-pitched whimper, he burst inside her and staggered back, exhausted by the force of his own orgasm and laughing-panting with enjoyment.
That evening, after a longer-than-expected powernap, Sean came out his room to find Lottie and Ash watching telly and sharing a bottle of wine.
'Fancy a drink in the bar?' he asked.
'We've just rung for a pizza, sorry,' replied Lottie with a smile, 'do you wanna join us instead, the film's only just started?'
He glanced at the screen, all soft focus with flower and classical music, guessed it was a romcom and decided to pass.
'Nah, I really fancy a pint. Catch you later!'
'We'll save you some pizza,' offered Ash.
'Cheers mate,' he called back gratefully as he left the apartment and followed the brightly lit corridor to the stairwell and down towards the bar. Seeing some lads from his course, he nodded to them and ordered as pint. But as he made his way towards his intended group, he heard Ben, the team captain, call across to him. Turning to the corner of the bar, he saw some of the rugby team clearly having a mini session and was pleased to be welcomed to join them. None of the other new players were there and he felt a buzz at getting in with the established players.
After half an hour, Sean felt a proper member of the team. Although all seven of the men couldn’t help but compete in nearly everything they said, they were all a good laugh, full of stories about either sex or rugby. To an outsider, it would seem a fairly limited repertoire. To Sean, it was exactly how he saw the world.
'Man, I'd fucking love that,' he added as Ben talked about two sisters he'd shagged at the end of last year.
'What, sisters?'
'Well, yeah, but any two girls would do, I'd fucking love a threesome!'
The lads laughed in agreement and Deano leaned across to him.
'Mate, uni is full of pussy! You go after a threesome, you'll be happy man before the end of the year.'
He grinned and Sean returned the smile, looking forward to the possibilities of university.........
Sean spent the next morning attending lectures while nursing a hangover. As he listened and took notes from the different speakers, he felt his lack of sleep catching up on him. He thought back, though, and it had been a top night. The rugby lads were a great laugh and despite the fact he'd had his pubes waxed and been made to go out in town wearing kinky underwear, he'd still managed to pull a gorgeous brunette and have a damned good fuck. It dawned on him that he didn't even know the girl's name. Inside his jeans, his prodigious dick swelled with excitement and pride at the memory. Looking around the lecture theatre, packed with fellow students taking sports science, he recognised Matt and one of the other new players from last night. Both looked really rough and he wondered how long they'd carried on drinking after him.
In the afternoon, his head beginning to clear from the fog of mixed drinks and exhaustion, Sean headed for the uni gym. As lectures were still going, it was fairly quiet and Sean looked forward to a hard but peaceful workout. The fitness complex was very impressive and had been one of his reasons for choosing the university. After changing into training shorts and a tight white t-shirt, Sean made his way to the main room. There was plenty of space with rows of different machines and a large weights area. Taking his place at a pec deck, Sean began to put his huge body through its paces, breathing heavily as he strained his body to lift increasingly heavy weights, keen to improve both his stamina and his power.
Pausing for a quick drink of water, Sean saw Deano in the weights area. He was unsure whether to go across and join him. Did playing on the same team make them mates after only one night? When they caught each other's eyes, Sean simply nodded and resumed his workout, deciding it was best to come across as a serious athlete than someone keen to make friends. As his biceps rippled and his chest heaved against the weight he was lifting, Sean watched Deano out of the corner of his eye. He was in great shape and although he was less bulky than Sean, going by the dumbbells he was lifting, he clearly had a lot of strength. As Sean watched, a girl walked passed Deano and paused briefly. They didn't exchange words but Deano smiled at her and she tossed back her blonde hair. She was moving in Sean's direction and he watched her beautiful figure as it got closer. Her tight lycra leggings showed off her long slim frame and the slight sweat of her exercise made her t-shirt cling sexily to her firm tits. Wondering if it was worth making a move on her, Sean noticed Deano put down the dumbbells and begin to follow her. She was making her way to the sauna area and momentarily glanced over her shoulder at Deano as she left the room. As Deano approached, Sean continued his workout, pretending to be focussed.
'Alright mate,' called Deano.
'Hey, good workout?'
'Yeah, thought I'd finish off with some cardio,' he nodded towards the door the girl had left through and grabbed the front of his sweatpants, showing off a pretty large bulge, and grinning suggestively at Sean.
'Have fun, mate,' added Sean, trying to sound congratulatory but not too impressed.
When Deano had gone, Sean continued on the pec deck for a few minutes but found himself constantly looking over at the weights area. Getting up, he swigged from his water bottle and made his way to where Deano had been working out. Giving in to his competitive side, Sean reached down for the weights Deano had been lifting and pulled them up. Although he didn't drop them, they dragged painfully on the sockets of his arms. Breathing in a controlled, determined way, Sean brought the two weights up in a curl, grunting with the exertion. He brought them back down to rest in their iron cradle and looked at them with some surprise, thinking about how easily Deano had been pumping them.
'Fuck,' he muttered with a mixture of jealousy and respect, then walked back to the running machines that lined the far wall and began a ten mile run.
Beyond the wall, less than twenty metres away, in the sexy swirling steam of the sauna, a beautiful blonde was screaming with joy. Behind her, his shirt discarded on the floor, his sweatpants and boxers round his ankles, Deano gripped her hips and hammered his cock inside her. Sweat dripped down his back in rivulets, sliding over the toned golden skin and across the plump roundness of his large firm arse. He moved his strong hands up her body then around to her chest so he could squeeze the girl's pert tits. Carla was a friend with benefits. They didn't date, never asked what the other got up to, but on most occasions when they met they would end up naked and fucking like animals. She loved the feel of his chest on her back, his hard nipples jutting into her skin, the feel of his abs like rocks against her spine. But most of all she loved his cock. During one drunken night in her room she'd measured him: 7.5inches x 7.5 inches. As a mathematician, she loved the correspondence of those dimensions. As a girl she loved what it could do. Long but not too long, thick but not too thick. As he pounded away behind her she could feel her lips spread tightly as he explored deep inside her. He wasn't boyfriend material but that was fine; he was the best fuck she'd ever had and, besides, she didn't have time for a boyfriend.
'Go on baby, take that!' Deano breathed hornily in her ear as he wrapped her blond hair around his knuckles and pulled her head back masterfully. She came for the second time since they'd entered the sauna and he continued fucking her. He'd seen one of the newbies in the gym, the one with the massive cock, Sean, and it pleased him to be fucking such a hot and filthy girl as Carla while his new teammate continued his solitary workout. Kissing her sweating skin, he looked down at her cute arse and gave it a slap. She cried out with pleasure and he watching as his chunky cock appeared and disappeared rapidly between her legs. Deano was pleased with his meaty dick but a pang of envy hit as he remembered how big the new guy's cock had looked – almost as long as Deano's hardon even though he'd still been soft. Feeling his balls begin to throb, he pushed Carla flat against the wall and began to work his cock like a pneumatic drill until, with a cry that turned from a loud growl into an almost high-pitched whimper, he burst inside her and staggered back, exhausted by the force of his own orgasm and laughing-panting with enjoyment.
That evening, after a longer-than-expected powernap, Sean came out his room to find Lottie and Ash watching telly and sharing a bottle of wine.
'Fancy a drink in the bar?' he asked.
'We've just rung for a pizza, sorry,' replied Lottie with a smile, 'do you wanna join us instead, the film's only just started?'
He glanced at the screen, all soft focus with flower and classical music, guessed it was a romcom and decided to pass.
'Nah, I really fancy a pint. Catch you later!'
'We'll save you some pizza,' offered Ash.
'Cheers mate,' he called back gratefully as he left the apartment and followed the brightly lit corridor to the stairwell and down towards the bar. Seeing some lads from his course, he nodded to them and ordered as pint. But as he made his way towards his intended group, he heard Ben, the team captain, call across to him. Turning to the corner of the bar, he saw some of the rugby team clearly having a mini session and was pleased to be welcomed to join them. None of the other new players were there and he felt a buzz at getting in with the established players.
After half an hour, Sean felt a proper member of the team. Although all seven of the men couldn’t help but compete in nearly everything they said, they were all a good laugh, full of stories about either sex or rugby. To an outsider, it would seem a fairly limited repertoire. To Sean, it was exactly how he saw the world.
'Man, I'd fucking love that,' he added as Ben talked about two sisters he'd shagged at the end of last year.
'What, sisters?'
'Well, yeah, but any two girls would do, I'd fucking love a threesome!'
The lads laughed in agreement and Deano leaned across to him.
'Mate, uni is full of pussy! You go after a threesome, you'll be happy man before the end of the year.'
He grinned and Sean returned the smile, looking forward to the possibilities of university.........
.......Later, returning from the bar with another pint, he looked at the clock and realised he'd been chatting to the lads for several hours. He climbed back to his seat against the wall and dropped his heavy frame against the leather of the sofa. They were chatting about a match they'd been to see the previous weekend and the atmosphere had changed slightly. Sean wondered whether he'd outstayed his welcome and considered going over to the lads from his course but he looked across and saw that the room was thinning out, people either heading to bed to be ready for tomorrow's lectures or into town for more fun.
'So what are your flatmate's like?' asked Ben and Sean felt glad to be invited back into the conversation. Putting his social anxieties back in their box, he carried on chatting. After ten minutes, he reached across the table towards an open packet of crisps and suddenly felt restricted. He readjusted his weight but could hardly move. As he frowned, the surrounding lads broke out with smiles.
'You're a good lad Sean,' began Ben, 'but initiation's not a one-night only thing.'
With that the six rugby players downed their pints and got up to leave.
'Huh?'
And, at that moment, Sean realised he'd been superglued to the sofa.
'Fuck!'
His teammates laughed, Deano took a photo on his phone and they left. Sean struggled for a moment, then sat back wondering what to do, then struggled again. No one in the bar had noticed and he wondered if he could tear himself free. He strained but to no avail. The back of his shirt, the legs of his jeans, and the soles of his trainers were stuck firm. He thought about phoning Lottie and Ash but realised there'd be no point – what could they do?
After another few minutes, Sean sighed with resignation and began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his enoromous chest and then his arms like tree turnks. A few people looked at him across the bar, wondering why he was sitting on his own and undressing. Once out of his shirt, he bent forward, unlaced his trainers and pulled his feet from them. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and began to wriggle his strong thighs to freedom. As he raised his powerful body up, he pretended not to notice the increasing number of people who were watching and laughing, including several clearly filming him on their phones. He cursed his choice of underwear as his tight neon pink boxers emerged from the dark blue denim of his jeans. It was a small mercy that his python of a cock was held firmly in the basket of his calvin kleins, rather than hanging out of the leg as sometimes happened.
Getting to his feet in just his white sport socks and underwear, Sean retrieved his phone, wallet and keys from his jeans pockets and made for the side door, deciding that he could get back to his apartment through the gardens rather than walk through the main corridors which could be packed with people.
The grass was damp under his feet but that was the least of his problems.
'Nice arse!' offered a voice behind him.
Stopping, he looked over his shoulders and saw a group of girls smoking and drinking and clearly appreciating the sight of him from behind. Deciding to own the situation, he grinned.
'Cheers ladies,' and cheekily pulled the waistband of his boxers down over his buttocks to show off the two tanned bubbles of his perfect arse.
'Wooooh!'
The girls cheered with a mixture of surprise and delight. He felt like he was at a hen night.
'How about the front then?' one of them excitedly called back.
He turned round and they clearly gasped at the sight of his muscular body at the enormous bulge resting in his calvins. He looked like a beautiful stripper and they guess he played rugby.
Once again, Sean regretted the brightness of his boxers but was glad he'd spent the entire afternoon working out.
'I only do one-on-ones with the front,' he grinned confidently.
The girls giggled and Sean was about to leave when one of the girls stepped away from the group and walked towards him.
'Come on then,' she said, taking his hand with a teasing smile.
'Mia!' one of the girls squealed, while the others laughed.
Before more could be said, Sean led her away to the nearest set of toilets.
As soon as they were inside the cubicle, Mia's hands were all over Sean's body, exploring his muscles then pushing inside his boxers and emerging holding his quickly hardening cock.
'Fucking hell you're hu-' and she was cut off by Sean passionately kissing her. She dropped to her knees and began to suck on his now rock hard dick, gripping and wanking the shaft eagerly as she kissed and licked and sucked on the head. Drunk and full of desire, she gave a great but messy blowjob, her saliva dribbling everywhere.
Pulling her up, Sean buried his face in the big tits that were bursting out of her blouse, biting away two of the buttons so he could burrow his mouth deeper into her fleshy pillows. His hand slid up her skirt and quickly found her cunt.
'No knickers,' he grinned, 'I fucking love it.'
Pressing two fingers into the wet folds of her pussy he got her ready for his cock, making her moan as he slipped in a third.
'You ready to have ten inches inside you?'
Her eyes lit up like sun's of desire and before she could reply, he hoisted her into the air and brought her down on his throbbing cock.
'Wooow!' she screeched as his meaty spear surge inside her, every inch delving much deeper than any man had before. Bending his legs slightly to give him a better angle of attack, he pounded her as hard as she could while she gripped his broad shoulders like a mountain ridge. After she came once, he let her down, spun her round and resumed the campaign, pumping his dick back and forth like a wild beast. Feeling himself ready to come, he strummed on her cunt until she wailed in pleasure, then pulling out, he spunked his small white load down the back of her black skirt, grinning naughtily at the idea of leaving his mark.
'Cheers babe, you're fucking amazing,' he added as he pulled up his boxers and she turned round to watch as he struggled to fit his semi back inside.
'That was brilliant,' she panted in reply and giving her his sexiest wink, he resumed his journey back to his apartment.
He managed not to meet anyone else on the way and, by the time he unlocked the front door, his hardon had fully subsided. As he walked into the living area, enormously muscular and clad only in white sports sock and tight pink boxers, Lottie and Ash burst into laughter.
'What the hell happened to you?'
Their giggles hid the fact that they were both astounded by his body and his bulge. A few nights before, after seeing Sean naked, Ash had raced into Lottie's room and given her a full run down. Now she could see for herself that he hadn't been exaggerating.
Grinning back at their laughter, Sean collapsed onto the sofa between them.
'Rugby prank, don't ask.'
'Pizza?' Ash offered.
Lottie picked up the large square box and passed it, still containing half a pizza to Sean. As she placed into onto his strong, hairy thighs, covering the eye-popping bulge that stretched impressively through his calvin kleins, Sean stretched his arms out either side of him and reached them easily around Lottie and Ash's shoulders and squeezed. He kissed each on the side of their heads, then released them and began gratefully gobbling down the pizza.
'Best flatmates ever,' he beamed.
'So what are your flatmate's like?' asked Ben and Sean felt glad to be invited back into the conversation. Putting his social anxieties back in their box, he carried on chatting. After ten minutes, he reached across the table towards an open packet of crisps and suddenly felt restricted. He readjusted his weight but could hardly move. As he frowned, the surrounding lads broke out with smiles.
'You're a good lad Sean,' began Ben, 'but initiation's not a one-night only thing.'
With that the six rugby players downed their pints and got up to leave.
'Huh?'
And, at that moment, Sean realised he'd been superglued to the sofa.
'Fuck!'
His teammates laughed, Deano took a photo on his phone and they left. Sean struggled for a moment, then sat back wondering what to do, then struggled again. No one in the bar had noticed and he wondered if he could tear himself free. He strained but to no avail. The back of his shirt, the legs of his jeans, and the soles of his trainers were stuck firm. He thought about phoning Lottie and Ash but realised there'd be no point – what could they do?
After another few minutes, Sean sighed with resignation and began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his enoromous chest and then his arms like tree turnks. A few people looked at him across the bar, wondering why he was sitting on his own and undressing. Once out of his shirt, he bent forward, unlaced his trainers and pulled his feet from them. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and began to wriggle his strong thighs to freedom. As he raised his powerful body up, he pretended not to notice the increasing number of people who were watching and laughing, including several clearly filming him on their phones. He cursed his choice of underwear as his tight neon pink boxers emerged from the dark blue denim of his jeans. It was a small mercy that his python of a cock was held firmly in the basket of his calvin kleins, rather than hanging out of the leg as sometimes happened.
Getting to his feet in just his white sport socks and underwear, Sean retrieved his phone, wallet and keys from his jeans pockets and made for the side door, deciding that he could get back to his apartment through the gardens rather than walk through the main corridors which could be packed with people.
The grass was damp under his feet but that was the least of his problems.
'Nice arse!' offered a voice behind him.
Stopping, he looked over his shoulders and saw a group of girls smoking and drinking and clearly appreciating the sight of him from behind. Deciding to own the situation, he grinned.
'Cheers ladies,' and cheekily pulled the waistband of his boxers down over his buttocks to show off the two tanned bubbles of his perfect arse.
'Wooooh!'
The girls cheered with a mixture of surprise and delight. He felt like he was at a hen night.
'How about the front then?' one of them excitedly called back.
He turned round and they clearly gasped at the sight of his muscular body at the enormous bulge resting in his calvins. He looked like a beautiful stripper and they guess he played rugby.
Once again, Sean regretted the brightness of his boxers but was glad he'd spent the entire afternoon working out.
'I only do one-on-ones with the front,' he grinned confidently.
The girls giggled and Sean was about to leave when one of the girls stepped away from the group and walked towards him.
'Come on then,' she said, taking his hand with a teasing smile.
'Mia!' one of the girls squealed, while the others laughed.
Before more could be said, Sean led her away to the nearest set of toilets.
As soon as they were inside the cubicle, Mia's hands were all over Sean's body, exploring his muscles then pushing inside his boxers and emerging holding his quickly hardening cock.
'Fucking hell you're hu-' and she was cut off by Sean passionately kissing her. She dropped to her knees and began to suck on his now rock hard dick, gripping and wanking the shaft eagerly as she kissed and licked and sucked on the head. Drunk and full of desire, she gave a great but messy blowjob, her saliva dribbling everywhere.
Pulling her up, Sean buried his face in the big tits that were bursting out of her blouse, biting away two of the buttons so he could burrow his mouth deeper into her fleshy pillows. His hand slid up her skirt and quickly found her cunt.
'No knickers,' he grinned, 'I fucking love it.'
Pressing two fingers into the wet folds of her pussy he got her ready for his cock, making her moan as he slipped in a third.
'You ready to have ten inches inside you?'
Her eyes lit up like sun's of desire and before she could reply, he hoisted her into the air and brought her down on his throbbing cock.
'Wooow!' she screeched as his meaty spear surge inside her, every inch delving much deeper than any man had before. Bending his legs slightly to give him a better angle of attack, he pounded her as hard as she could while she gripped his broad shoulders like a mountain ridge. After she came once, he let her down, spun her round and resumed the campaign, pumping his dick back and forth like a wild beast. Feeling himself ready to come, he strummed on her cunt until she wailed in pleasure, then pulling out, he spunked his small white load down the back of her black skirt, grinning naughtily at the idea of leaving his mark.
'Cheers babe, you're fucking amazing,' he added as he pulled up his boxers and she turned round to watch as he struggled to fit his semi back inside.
'That was brilliant,' she panted in reply and giving her his sexiest wink, he resumed his journey back to his apartment.
He managed not to meet anyone else on the way and, by the time he unlocked the front door, his hardon had fully subsided. As he walked into the living area, enormously muscular and clad only in white sports sock and tight pink boxers, Lottie and Ash burst into laughter.
'What the hell happened to you?'
Their giggles hid the fact that they were both astounded by his body and his bulge. A few nights before, after seeing Sean naked, Ash had raced into Lottie's room and given her a full run down. Now she could see for herself that he hadn't been exaggerating.
Grinning back at their laughter, Sean collapsed onto the sofa between them.
'Rugby prank, don't ask.'
'Pizza?' Ash offered.
Lottie picked up the large square box and passed it, still containing half a pizza to Sean. As she placed into onto his strong, hairy thighs, covering the eye-popping bulge that stretched impressively through his calvin kleins, Sean stretched his arms out either side of him and reached them easily around Lottie and Ash's shoulders and squeezed. He kissed each on the side of their heads, then released them and began gratefully gobbling down the pizza.
'Best flatmates ever,' he beamed.
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Chapter 7
The next evening, getting ready to meet the lads for drinks, Sean reminded himself to be on his guard for rugby pranks. He planned that being superglued to the sofa in the uni bar would be his last embarrassing incident of initiation week.
'Don't drink anything they give you,' he said to himself as he buttoned his white shirt over his tanned muscular body. 'Don't turn your back on them, or sit down, or lean against a wall, or go anywhere that it's dark.' He laughed at his own paranoia as he checked out his reflection in the mirror, grinning at his good looks as he squirted on some aftershave. He'd fucked someone every night since starting uni and he wanted to keep his record going.
As he left his room, he saw Lottie and Ash in the living area. Lottie was hunched over an enormous book, taking notes about the Russian Revolution. Ash was lying on the floor, surrounded by photographs of women in the underwear and sketching on a big A3 pad. Sean picked up one of the photographs: it showed two European girls in black lacy underwear, hugging each other. He instantly imagined himself taking charge of them both, getting them to suck his cock and then fucking their brains out, one after the other. His large cock hardened inside his boxer shorts, lengthening and thickening and pressing visibly against the denim of the jeans he was wearing.
'I thought you said you're gay,' Sean enquired, holding the picture out to Ash. He took it from Sean with a smile, subtly noticing the bulge half way down the thigh of Sean's jeans with pleasure. He pointed to his sketch book.
'It's for my course – I'm designing underwear. My theme's European glamour.'
Sean nodded; all he could see was two half-naked girls he'd like to bang.
'So are you gonna actually make the underwear when you design it?'
'Yeah,' replied Ash, 'there'll be a whole fashion show.'
'So you'll need to have girls round for fittings and stuff?'
'Uh-huh.'
'Sweet,' grinned Sean, already wondering how many models he could pull. 'Right, I'm off out, see you both later.'
Lottie looked up from her book.
'Have a good time. Hopefully you'll come back in more than just your boxers this evening.'
Laughing, Sean pulled the door behind him and went to find a taxi.
The bar where he met the lads was bustling. Phil and Deano came straight over to greet him, laughing merrily about the night before. Sean laughed along. Although initiation was incredibly embarrassing, there was no malice in it: it was just fun, a way to bond and let all your guards down so you trusted your teammates completely on the field. But he wouldn't fall for another prank for the few days that remained of initiation week.
Rob wasn’t around tonight. Sean had seen him during the day and he'd boasted of having a hot date with a filthy girl he'd met on a new dating app called Tinder. Sean had never used and app to meet girls, he'd never had to. But the photo Rob showed him made him wonder whether it was worth downloading. Seeing two of the new lads, Matt and Will, Sean went to join them. As he got in a round of drinks, they swapped stories of the last few days. Both the lads had heard of the prank that had been played on Sean: Matt thought it was genius and seemed to relish whatever prank awaited him but Will, as usual, was simply made nervous about what might happen to him. It was funny, Sean thought, looking at how broad and muscular Will was, that he'd be so anxious about being embarrassed.
As the night wore on and pints were downed, Sean noticed two girls sitting together by the window of the bar. The light from the streetlamps outside made them stand out more than anyone else in the bar, highlighting their beauty. They had slim toned bodies but nice plump tits; both were brunettes; their little black dressed showed off their sexy long legs. Sean imagined himself spreading one of the girls' legs and exploring with his tongue. They were so gorgeous, he could almost taste their pussies on his lips.
'Who you checking out, mate?'
Sean turned to see Deano who was following his gaze to the window.
'Fit, huh?' nodded Sean.
'I'd save your effort, buddy,' Deano advised, 'Phil tried it on with them last year and got blown out. They weren't even interested in me.'
Sean laughed at the mixture of confession and arrogance then looked back at the girls. It'd certainly be a way to get his status back up after the previous night if he pulled them both. And he was desperate for a threesome. Even the thought of it made his cock throb. As he chatted to Deano, he kept his eye on the girls, checking that no one else was making a move. After a while he thought, Fuck it – nothing to lose by having a try.
'Any chance, I can buy the two hottest women in this bar a drink?'
Sean grinned his sexiest smiles as the two girls turned their heads to look at him. He was pleased to see them check him out and not immediately dismiss him. He waited as they glanced at each other, smiled and turned back to him.
'Sure,' smiled the first.
'Vodka and coke for both of us,' replied the second.
Sean grinned again and made his way to the bar. His adrenalin was pumping now and he was determined to land a night with the two hotties. As he bought the drinks, he watched the girls in the mirror over the bar, checking that no one else tried to interrupt his conquest. He could see them looking over and smiling, clearly checking out his arse. When he got back to the table, he commenced his charm offensive, asking what they were doing at uni, laughing at their jokes, telling his own, try to show self-deprecation and confidence at the same time while making them feel sexy and wanted. It worked a treat.
As it turned 10pm, Sean was leaving the bar, his arms round the two girls. As he passed through the door, he glanced quickly over his shoulder and saw Deano, Phil and many of the other players staring back open-mouthed. He gave them a quick wink and disappeared into the night....
Chapter 7
The next evening, getting ready to meet the lads for drinks, Sean reminded himself to be on his guard for rugby pranks. He planned that being superglued to the sofa in the uni bar would be his last embarrassing incident of initiation week.
'Don't drink anything they give you,' he said to himself as he buttoned his white shirt over his tanned muscular body. 'Don't turn your back on them, or sit down, or lean against a wall, or go anywhere that it's dark.' He laughed at his own paranoia as he checked out his reflection in the mirror, grinning at his good looks as he squirted on some aftershave. He'd fucked someone every night since starting uni and he wanted to keep his record going.
As he left his room, he saw Lottie and Ash in the living area. Lottie was hunched over an enormous book, taking notes about the Russian Revolution. Ash was lying on the floor, surrounded by photographs of women in the underwear and sketching on a big A3 pad. Sean picked up one of the photographs: it showed two European girls in black lacy underwear, hugging each other. He instantly imagined himself taking charge of them both, getting them to suck his cock and then fucking their brains out, one after the other. His large cock hardened inside his boxer shorts, lengthening and thickening and pressing visibly against the denim of the jeans he was wearing.
'I thought you said you're gay,' Sean enquired, holding the picture out to Ash. He took it from Sean with a smile, subtly noticing the bulge half way down the thigh of Sean's jeans with pleasure. He pointed to his sketch book.
'It's for my course – I'm designing underwear. My theme's European glamour.'
Sean nodded; all he could see was two half-naked girls he'd like to bang.
'So are you gonna actually make the underwear when you design it?'
'Yeah,' replied Ash, 'there'll be a whole fashion show.'
'So you'll need to have girls round for fittings and stuff?'
'Uh-huh.'
'Sweet,' grinned Sean, already wondering how many models he could pull. 'Right, I'm off out, see you both later.'
Lottie looked up from her book.
'Have a good time. Hopefully you'll come back in more than just your boxers this evening.'
Laughing, Sean pulled the door behind him and went to find a taxi.
The bar where he met the lads was bustling. Phil and Deano came straight over to greet him, laughing merrily about the night before. Sean laughed along. Although initiation was incredibly embarrassing, there was no malice in it: it was just fun, a way to bond and let all your guards down so you trusted your teammates completely on the field. But he wouldn't fall for another prank for the few days that remained of initiation week.
Rob wasn’t around tonight. Sean had seen him during the day and he'd boasted of having a hot date with a filthy girl he'd met on a new dating app called Tinder. Sean had never used and app to meet girls, he'd never had to. But the photo Rob showed him made him wonder whether it was worth downloading. Seeing two of the new lads, Matt and Will, Sean went to join them. As he got in a round of drinks, they swapped stories of the last few days. Both the lads had heard of the prank that had been played on Sean: Matt thought it was genius and seemed to relish whatever prank awaited him but Will, as usual, was simply made nervous about what might happen to him. It was funny, Sean thought, looking at how broad and muscular Will was, that he'd be so anxious about being embarrassed.
As the night wore on and pints were downed, Sean noticed two girls sitting together by the window of the bar. The light from the streetlamps outside made them stand out more than anyone else in the bar, highlighting their beauty. They had slim toned bodies but nice plump tits; both were brunettes; their little black dressed showed off their sexy long legs. Sean imagined himself spreading one of the girls' legs and exploring with his tongue. They were so gorgeous, he could almost taste their pussies on his lips.
'Who you checking out, mate?'
Sean turned to see Deano who was following his gaze to the window.
'Fit, huh?' nodded Sean.
'I'd save your effort, buddy,' Deano advised, 'Phil tried it on with them last year and got blown out. They weren't even interested in me.'
Sean laughed at the mixture of confession and arrogance then looked back at the girls. It'd certainly be a way to get his status back up after the previous night if he pulled them both. And he was desperate for a threesome. Even the thought of it made his cock throb. As he chatted to Deano, he kept his eye on the girls, checking that no one else was making a move. After a while he thought, Fuck it – nothing to lose by having a try.
'Any chance, I can buy the two hottest women in this bar a drink?'
Sean grinned his sexiest smiles as the two girls turned their heads to look at him. He was pleased to see them check him out and not immediately dismiss him. He waited as they glanced at each other, smiled and turned back to him.
'Sure,' smiled the first.
'Vodka and coke for both of us,' replied the second.
Sean grinned again and made his way to the bar. His adrenalin was pumping now and he was determined to land a night with the two hotties. As he bought the drinks, he watched the girls in the mirror over the bar, checking that no one else tried to interrupt his conquest. He could see them looking over and smiling, clearly checking out his arse. When he got back to the table, he commenced his charm offensive, asking what they were doing at uni, laughing at their jokes, telling his own, try to show self-deprecation and confidence at the same time while making them feel sexy and wanted. It worked a treat.
As it turned 10pm, Sean was leaving the bar, his arms round the two girls. As he passed through the door, he glanced quickly over his shoulder and saw Deano, Phil and many of the other players staring back open-mouthed. He gave them a quick wink and disappeared into the night....
....Sean was trying to keep himself under control. In the taxi, he'd kissed both girls, one after other, and felt his cock harden so much he might come. Now, in their flat, as the girls poured drinks, he tried to keep calm. Inside, he wanted to rip their clothes off and get fucking. On the exterior, he wanted to look cool. As they handed him a drink, they led him to one of the bedrooms. Although tempted to take charge, he thought it was probably best if he let things happen whatever pace the girls set for fear of scaring them off.
'Nice place,' he smiled.
'Thanks, we've been here two years now.'
Sean knocked back his drink, fighting back a mixture of lust and apprehension.
'So,' ventured one of the girls, 'you ever done this kind of thing before.'
'Er, no,' he replied, hoping his lack of threesome experience wouldn't put them off. 'You?'
'A few times,' confided the other with a sexy glint in her eye, 'when we find the right guy.'
She leaned in and Sean kissed her, slowly, passionately. He felt the other's arm on his back, turned and kissed her. Then, as he pulled away, the two girls leant forward and kissed each other. For a moment, he thought he was going to come with excitement but swallowed deeply, got his breathing under control and felt his hardon slowly subside.
'Well I'm pretty much up for anything,' he announced confidently.
'Don't say that,' one of the girls giggled, 'we can get pretty wild when we're allowed to.'
She and her friend giggled and Sean bit his lower lip as his imagination filled with the possibilies.
'I mean it, girls, absolutely anything'.
'Really,' said one of the girls, moving towards a drawer, 'ever tried anything like this?'
She withdrew a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs. Sean thought back to a few nights before when he'd been handcuffed for the first time – he was glad he wasn't so nervous now.
'Yeah, sure,' he grinned, before adding cheekily, 'anything else to really get you going?'
The two girls looked at each other, silent but knowing, and Sean wondered what they had in mind.
'Go on ladies, I told you, I'm up for anything!'
'Ever had a little runny honey poured on your body,' started the first girl.
'And slowly licked off?' finished the second.
Sean exhaled with eagerness.
'Oh I am well up for that girls!'
They smiled and began kissing him again, letting him unzip their dresses while they kissed each other again. He marvelled at their tidy lithe bodies as he stripped them to their underwear, wondering how far their girl-on-girl action would go. He wished he could get his phone out and video everything but didn't want to risk ruining the opportunity of a threesome with two fit and dirty birds. He moved his strong hands over their bodies as they kissed again, feeling the smoothness of their legs and cupping their pert tits through their bras. He began to unbutton his shirt but they stopped him. At first he wondered if he'd fucked up and everything was about to end.
'Let's get the blindfold on you first,' one of them purred.
'I'll get the honey,' the other added excitedly. She darted out the room and Sean watched her return, gripping the bottle of honey and wearing only her tiny red underwear as the blindfold was tied around his head and blotted out his vision.
'Nice and tight?' one of the girls asked with a giggle.
'Can't see a thing,' Sean grinned back, immensely turned on by the situation.
'Put some sexy music on,' one girl said to the other, and as 'Blurred Lines' started to play they told him to strip. Moving along to the music and completely sightless, Sean began to strip. He unbuttoned his shirt and although he couldn't see their faces, the response of 'Mmmm!' when he unveiled his broad muscular chest confirmed they were enjoying it. Warming to his role of stripper, Sean unbuckled his belt and whipped it speedily from his jeans. He unbuttoned them with one big tug at the waistband, then slid them round his ankles. Stepping out of them, a little off-balance without being able to see, he straightened up and smiled as one exclaimed, 'Oh my god –' and the other added, ' You look amazing!'
'You want the full monty then ladies?' and they cheered back in confirmation. He gripped his enormous bulge through his tight white calvin klein boxers, then turned around and teasingly lowered the waistband over his big firm rugby player's arse. They screamed with delight and, when he turned back, he added confidently, 'Girls, have I got a fucking big treat for you,' then pulled his boxers down.
'Oh wow!' came both girls' voices at once.
'You're huge!'
'Are you gonna flex for us?'
Pleased with how the night was shaping up, Sean gave the girls a single bicep curl which he kissed jokingly, then a double bicep curl, then stretched out one arm as if pointed the way to the beach. The girls applauded and squealed.
'Come on the ladies,' Sean said, deciding it was time to get them even hotter, 'how about you snap those handcuffs on me and get me all sticky!'
Placing his hands confidently on his waist, he grinned broadly and pushed his hips forward slightly to show off his cock.
If he had not been wearing the blindfold, Sean would have realised that there was more than his two brunettes in the room. As the music had started playing and he had begun stripping, Deano had entered wielding a video camera, followed by two others from the team, Jacko and Ross. Stifling their laughter so not to alert Sean, they filmed his striptease and now, as the girls sat back on the bed, grinning happily at Deano with whom they had several wild threesomes, Jacko and Ross handcuffed Sean's hands behind his back and began to trickle honey over his broad shoulders.
'Oh that feels nice, ladies. Go on, get plenty on my big pecs.'
Grinning at each other and pulling faces at Deano's camera, the two rugby players squirted honey onto Sean chest and began to smear it into his body as he moaned with pleasure.
'Don't forget to have a good taste,' Sean teased and, almost in hysterics, the two other men stuck out their tongues and slowly lapped at Sean's honey-laced nipples.
'Mmm that feels fucking amazing!' and his dick jerked to attention to confirm his enjoyment. Open mouthed with shock and laughter at its size, the men lowered their heads to the level of Sean's enormous cock, silently playing up to the camera and Deano continued to film.
Deano was impressed by Sean's massive schlong. It had looked big enough when soft on initiation night but now... Looking at it, he couldn't help feel a bit jealous and it confirmed in his mind that Sean was fair game for getting stitched up like this. Just like the other newbie, Rob. As he continued to film Sean's nakedness, he noted with satisfaction that, although Sean was hung like a horse, his dick wasn't actually as thick as Deano's own. He grinned to himself then nodded to the girls to keep playing their part and one called out,
'Oh my god – that's got to be the biggest cock ever.'
Sean grinned, thinking he'd soon be hammering it inside her.
'Ten inches babe – you're never gonna get anything like it ever again.'
He moaned with pleasure as he felt more honey dribble onto his stomach and down his back, enjoying what he believed to be two hot girls, sliding their sticky fingers over his impressive body. He wished he wasn’t handcuffed so he could reach out and grab their tiny waists, rip their bras off and suck on their tits then tug down their thongs with his teeth and taste their sweet wet cunts. Passing jokey looks at the camera, the two guys planted kissed on Sean's muscles, then he felt a sticky finger slide between the crevice of his butt cheeks and laughed out loud.
'You are naughty girls! How about getting some of that honey on my massive dick?'
Grinning at the camera, Jacko and Ross each placed a honey-covered hand around Sean's gargantuan shaft and began to give him a sticky wank. He moaned with pleasure as the lads pulled faces and made wanker gestures with their free hands.
'Mmmm, I wanna fuck you both so bad,' Sean moaned with uncontained desire. He felt the two hands working his cock with expertise, the blindfold heightening his sense of pleasure immensely. Grinning, Jacko cupped Sean's balls with another honey-filled hand. Sean gasped with pleasure and realised he'd soon come. It didn't matter, he could get it back up quite quickly and would give the three of them a reason to get to the next level.
Deano was grinning wildly as he filmed Sean's obvious yet unwitting enjoyment of being wanked off by two hefty guys. Sean's reaction to having his balls massaged gave him hope for a brilliant end to their video. He planned not to reveal it at first: it was always good to have major prank material stored up for their winter party and this was great stuff.
'Oh yeah!' Sean felt himself about to come. Ross and Jacko, sensing their victim was near, leaned back and aimed Sean's dick at his abs to keep them both out of the line of fire.
'That's it girls – fucking hell you know how handle a big cock! Mmm yeah... I'm nearly there... I'm gonna cum... oh yeah I'm gonna cum.... uh!'
And with that, Sean was caught on camera, spunking his load high up his chest where it mingled with the honey and slowly dribbled down towards his stomach.
'How about licking all that up girls?'
With that, Deano ushered Jacko and Ross quickly out of the room. Leaving the flat he flicked on his phone and began the girls' agreed get-out plan...........
'Nice place,' he smiled.
'Thanks, we've been here two years now.'
Sean knocked back his drink, fighting back a mixture of lust and apprehension.
'So,' ventured one of the girls, 'you ever done this kind of thing before.'
'Er, no,' he replied, hoping his lack of threesome experience wouldn't put them off. 'You?'
'A few times,' confided the other with a sexy glint in her eye, 'when we find the right guy.'
She leaned in and Sean kissed her, slowly, passionately. He felt the other's arm on his back, turned and kissed her. Then, as he pulled away, the two girls leant forward and kissed each other. For a moment, he thought he was going to come with excitement but swallowed deeply, got his breathing under control and felt his hardon slowly subside.
'Well I'm pretty much up for anything,' he announced confidently.
'Don't say that,' one of the girls giggled, 'we can get pretty wild when we're allowed to.'
She and her friend giggled and Sean bit his lower lip as his imagination filled with the possibilies.
'I mean it, girls, absolutely anything'.
'Really,' said one of the girls, moving towards a drawer, 'ever tried anything like this?'
She withdrew a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs. Sean thought back to a few nights before when he'd been handcuffed for the first time – he was glad he wasn't so nervous now.
'Yeah, sure,' he grinned, before adding cheekily, 'anything else to really get you going?'
The two girls looked at each other, silent but knowing, and Sean wondered what they had in mind.
'Go on ladies, I told you, I'm up for anything!'
'Ever had a little runny honey poured on your body,' started the first girl.
'And slowly licked off?' finished the second.
Sean exhaled with eagerness.
'Oh I am well up for that girls!'
They smiled and began kissing him again, letting him unzip their dresses while they kissed each other again. He marvelled at their tidy lithe bodies as he stripped them to their underwear, wondering how far their girl-on-girl action would go. He wished he could get his phone out and video everything but didn't want to risk ruining the opportunity of a threesome with two fit and dirty birds. He moved his strong hands over their bodies as they kissed again, feeling the smoothness of their legs and cupping their pert tits through their bras. He began to unbutton his shirt but they stopped him. At first he wondered if he'd fucked up and everything was about to end.
'Let's get the blindfold on you first,' one of them purred.
'I'll get the honey,' the other added excitedly. She darted out the room and Sean watched her return, gripping the bottle of honey and wearing only her tiny red underwear as the blindfold was tied around his head and blotted out his vision.
'Nice and tight?' one of the girls asked with a giggle.
'Can't see a thing,' Sean grinned back, immensely turned on by the situation.
'Put some sexy music on,' one girl said to the other, and as 'Blurred Lines' started to play they told him to strip. Moving along to the music and completely sightless, Sean began to strip. He unbuttoned his shirt and although he couldn't see their faces, the response of 'Mmmm!' when he unveiled his broad muscular chest confirmed they were enjoying it. Warming to his role of stripper, Sean unbuckled his belt and whipped it speedily from his jeans. He unbuttoned them with one big tug at the waistband, then slid them round his ankles. Stepping out of them, a little off-balance without being able to see, he straightened up and smiled as one exclaimed, 'Oh my god –' and the other added, ' You look amazing!'
'You want the full monty then ladies?' and they cheered back in confirmation. He gripped his enormous bulge through his tight white calvin klein boxers, then turned around and teasingly lowered the waistband over his big firm rugby player's arse. They screamed with delight and, when he turned back, he added confidently, 'Girls, have I got a fucking big treat for you,' then pulled his boxers down.
'Oh wow!' came both girls' voices at once.
'You're huge!'
'Are you gonna flex for us?'
Pleased with how the night was shaping up, Sean gave the girls a single bicep curl which he kissed jokingly, then a double bicep curl, then stretched out one arm as if pointed the way to the beach. The girls applauded and squealed.
'Come on the ladies,' Sean said, deciding it was time to get them even hotter, 'how about you snap those handcuffs on me and get me all sticky!'
Placing his hands confidently on his waist, he grinned broadly and pushed his hips forward slightly to show off his cock.
If he had not been wearing the blindfold, Sean would have realised that there was more than his two brunettes in the room. As the music had started playing and he had begun stripping, Deano had entered wielding a video camera, followed by two others from the team, Jacko and Ross. Stifling their laughter so not to alert Sean, they filmed his striptease and now, as the girls sat back on the bed, grinning happily at Deano with whom they had several wild threesomes, Jacko and Ross handcuffed Sean's hands behind his back and began to trickle honey over his broad shoulders.
'Oh that feels nice, ladies. Go on, get plenty on my big pecs.'
Grinning at each other and pulling faces at Deano's camera, the two rugby players squirted honey onto Sean chest and began to smear it into his body as he moaned with pleasure.
'Don't forget to have a good taste,' Sean teased and, almost in hysterics, the two other men stuck out their tongues and slowly lapped at Sean's honey-laced nipples.
'Mmm that feels fucking amazing!' and his dick jerked to attention to confirm his enjoyment. Open mouthed with shock and laughter at its size, the men lowered their heads to the level of Sean's enormous cock, silently playing up to the camera and Deano continued to film.
Deano was impressed by Sean's massive schlong. It had looked big enough when soft on initiation night but now... Looking at it, he couldn't help feel a bit jealous and it confirmed in his mind that Sean was fair game for getting stitched up like this. Just like the other newbie, Rob. As he continued to film Sean's nakedness, he noted with satisfaction that, although Sean was hung like a horse, his dick wasn't actually as thick as Deano's own. He grinned to himself then nodded to the girls to keep playing their part and one called out,
'Oh my god – that's got to be the biggest cock ever.'
Sean grinned, thinking he'd soon be hammering it inside her.
'Ten inches babe – you're never gonna get anything like it ever again.'
He moaned with pleasure as he felt more honey dribble onto his stomach and down his back, enjoying what he believed to be two hot girls, sliding their sticky fingers over his impressive body. He wished he wasn’t handcuffed so he could reach out and grab their tiny waists, rip their bras off and suck on their tits then tug down their thongs with his teeth and taste their sweet wet cunts. Passing jokey looks at the camera, the two guys planted kissed on Sean's muscles, then he felt a sticky finger slide between the crevice of his butt cheeks and laughed out loud.
'You are naughty girls! How about getting some of that honey on my massive dick?'
Grinning at the camera, Jacko and Ross each placed a honey-covered hand around Sean's gargantuan shaft and began to give him a sticky wank. He moaned with pleasure as the lads pulled faces and made wanker gestures with their free hands.
'Mmmm, I wanna fuck you both so bad,' Sean moaned with uncontained desire. He felt the two hands working his cock with expertise, the blindfold heightening his sense of pleasure immensely. Grinning, Jacko cupped Sean's balls with another honey-filled hand. Sean gasped with pleasure and realised he'd soon come. It didn't matter, he could get it back up quite quickly and would give the three of them a reason to get to the next level.
Deano was grinning wildly as he filmed Sean's obvious yet unwitting enjoyment of being wanked off by two hefty guys. Sean's reaction to having his balls massaged gave him hope for a brilliant end to their video. He planned not to reveal it at first: it was always good to have major prank material stored up for their winter party and this was great stuff.
'Oh yeah!' Sean felt himself about to come. Ross and Jacko, sensing their victim was near, leaned back and aimed Sean's dick at his abs to keep them both out of the line of fire.
'That's it girls – fucking hell you know how handle a big cock! Mmm yeah... I'm nearly there... I'm gonna cum... oh yeah I'm gonna cum.... uh!'
And with that, Sean was caught on camera, spunking his load high up his chest where it mingled with the honey and slowly dribbled down towards his stomach.
'How about licking all that up girls?'
With that, Deano ushered Jacko and Ross quickly out of the room. Leaving the flat he flicked on his phone and began the girls' agreed get-out plan...........
...........'Mmm you're so sexy,' purred one girl in Sean's ear.
'That was such a turn on,' whispered the other, looking towards her phone impatiently and wondering why Deano was taking so long to call. When it finally began to ring, she play-acted along.
'God why does my phone keep bloody ringing – I've been getting texts for the last half hour.'
'Just turn it off,' said the other, also playing along with Deano's plan.
There was a pause then, Sean heard one of the girls a small distance away.
'Oh shit.'
'What is it?' asked her friend.
'Look!'
Sean felt her moving away to join her friend then heard, 'Oh jesus, what do we do?'
Handcuffed, blindfolded, covered in honey, and his cock begin to harden again, Sean called out uncertainly, 'Everything okay?'
'Our friend's been in a car accident. She's in hospital.'
'Fuck.'
Sean was genuinely concerned as he heard the girls moving around the small room. He remained where he was, naked and slightly confused.
'Er, anything I can do to help.'
'Oh shit, sorry.' answered one of the girls.
She uncuffed him and undid his blindfold. Sean blinked at the sudden light and noticed the girls were dressing again.
'Really sorry but we're gonna have to get to the hospital.'
'Er, course... have you got money for a cab, or...'
Sean didn't really know what to do but followed the girls' lead and dress again. As he stepped into his boxers he remembered he was covered in honey. He looked around for a towel, couldn't see one, thought to ask for one, then realised it really wasn’t going to be the girls' priority right now, and pulled them up, pushing his semi inside. He pulled on his jeans over his sticky legs then began to button his shirt, feeling it press against the honey that still anointed his chiselled body. The girls were hurrying to leave and he thought he should head straight off.
'Hope everything's okay with her!'
'Thanks, look – sorry!' one replied but quickly turned her attention to putting some clothes into a bag, presumably for her friend.
'Er, no worries... um – maybe call me?'
He didn't get a reply and, cursing his bad luck, left the flat.
As they heard the door closed, the girls burst into laughter then looked at each other.
'I feel a bit bad,' said one, still giggling wildly.
'God I know!' said the other, 'But rugby lads love that kind of thing don't they. He'll see the funny side,' she burst out laughing again, 'Eventually.'
'Oh my god - his cock though!'
'Totally!! It was enormous!'
'Bigger than Deano's,' one giggled.
'A lot bigger than Deano's,' the other added with her own laughter. 'Do you reckon he can use it as well as Deano?'
They hugged each other in hysterics as their minds filled with naughty thoughts.
Walking back across the campus to his own apartment building, Sean really wanted to punch something. How could he be so fucking unlucky? Why him?
He was lost in annoyance and frustration, when a voice called out of the darkness.
'Sean!'
He looked around at the night.
'Mate, over here!'
Suddenly he noticed Rob, leaning against one of the streetlamps. He couldn't believe his eyes. He was covered in graffiti and wearing just a tiny red thong. Forgetting his troubles and bursting into laughter, Sean jogged over to his friend. Every inch of his proud gym-worked body had been written on in marker pen of lipstick: twat, cocksucker, I have a gay fat cock for you, stripper for hire, etc, etc. His wrists were tied to the lamppost.
'What happened to you?' Sean laughed as he checked out the glittering red sequinned thong that was barely holding in Rob's now-legendary thick cock and balls.
'I got fucking ambushed by Deano and the lads about three hours ago and they left me like this. All these random cunts have been walking past writing on me like it's so fucking funny!'
'Well it is kinda funny,' added Sean, appealing to his mate's more light-hearted side.
'Well it was for about ten minutes but not three hours!'
'So why the thong?!'
'It was for that bird I told you about. I'd met her on Tinder, she'd been filthy as fuck, sent me a picture of her cunt all wet and tell me she wanted me so we arranged to meet up. She told me to wear the sexiest tiniest undies that I own so I did!'
'You own those?!' Sean couldn’t stop laughing.
'Are you gonna fucking untie me, mate, or just take the piss?'
'Can I untie you and take the piss?'
'If you fucking have to, just hurry up.'
Sean went behind Rob and began trying to undo the tight knot.
'So how did they know when you'd be meeting her?'
'It was a massive fucking set up,' Rob explained, ' the bird's not even real. They'd just set up a fake profile to fucking trap me – wankers. Thing is,' Rob paused, blushing with new embarrassment, 'I kinda put on a bit of a show for her when we were chatting.'
Trying to seem a concerned mate, Sean swallowed his laughter and asked Rob what he meant.
'I sent her – well not her, cos she doesn't fucking exist! I sent them a video of me jacking off.'
'Oh mate, you fucking twat!'
The knot finally gave under Sean's fingers. He picked up Rob's phone, keys, and wallet which the lads had kindly left at his feet. He passed them to Rob with a smile, trying to appear not too superior.
'Mate they got you bad – I thought it was bad being superglued to a sofa but this – ' he signalled Rob's thong, 'and sending them a video of you having a wank – mate, that is major initiation stuff. Fucking funny though.'
'No it isn't!'
'How many people do you think they'll show your video to?'
'Fuck knows – probably the whole team!'
Sean was still laughing but tried to be helpful, 'Well at least you're got a big dick – imagine if you were little Will – that'd be much worse.'
Rob managed a smile, 'I guess but you wouldn't be saying that if you were in my position.'
'Yeah but mate,' Sean grinned back smugly, 'I'd never get myself in a position like that would I? Who the fuck sends naked videos to "girls" online?'
He laughed again at Rob's predicament.
'So did you have a good night,' Rob asked.
'Nah, major disappointment,' Sean admitted. 'Still, no where near as bad as you!'
He laughed again and, the two men began to walk back to the student accommodation, Rob sniffed the air.
'Can you smell honey?'
'That was such a turn on,' whispered the other, looking towards her phone impatiently and wondering why Deano was taking so long to call. When it finally began to ring, she play-acted along.
'God why does my phone keep bloody ringing – I've been getting texts for the last half hour.'
'Just turn it off,' said the other, also playing along with Deano's plan.
There was a pause then, Sean heard one of the girls a small distance away.
'Oh shit.'
'What is it?' asked her friend.
'Look!'
Sean felt her moving away to join her friend then heard, 'Oh jesus, what do we do?'
Handcuffed, blindfolded, covered in honey, and his cock begin to harden again, Sean called out uncertainly, 'Everything okay?'
'Our friend's been in a car accident. She's in hospital.'
'Fuck.'
Sean was genuinely concerned as he heard the girls moving around the small room. He remained where he was, naked and slightly confused.
'Er, anything I can do to help.'
'Oh shit, sorry.' answered one of the girls.
She uncuffed him and undid his blindfold. Sean blinked at the sudden light and noticed the girls were dressing again.
'Really sorry but we're gonna have to get to the hospital.'
'Er, course... have you got money for a cab, or...'
Sean didn't really know what to do but followed the girls' lead and dress again. As he stepped into his boxers he remembered he was covered in honey. He looked around for a towel, couldn't see one, thought to ask for one, then realised it really wasn’t going to be the girls' priority right now, and pulled them up, pushing his semi inside. He pulled on his jeans over his sticky legs then began to button his shirt, feeling it press against the honey that still anointed his chiselled body. The girls were hurrying to leave and he thought he should head straight off.
'Hope everything's okay with her!'
'Thanks, look – sorry!' one replied but quickly turned her attention to putting some clothes into a bag, presumably for her friend.
'Er, no worries... um – maybe call me?'
He didn't get a reply and, cursing his bad luck, left the flat.
As they heard the door closed, the girls burst into laughter then looked at each other.
'I feel a bit bad,' said one, still giggling wildly.
'God I know!' said the other, 'But rugby lads love that kind of thing don't they. He'll see the funny side,' she burst out laughing again, 'Eventually.'
'Oh my god - his cock though!'
'Totally!! It was enormous!'
'Bigger than Deano's,' one giggled.
'A lot bigger than Deano's,' the other added with her own laughter. 'Do you reckon he can use it as well as Deano?'
They hugged each other in hysterics as their minds filled with naughty thoughts.
Walking back across the campus to his own apartment building, Sean really wanted to punch something. How could he be so fucking unlucky? Why him?
He was lost in annoyance and frustration, when a voice called out of the darkness.
'Sean!'
He looked around at the night.
'Mate, over here!'
Suddenly he noticed Rob, leaning against one of the streetlamps. He couldn't believe his eyes. He was covered in graffiti and wearing just a tiny red thong. Forgetting his troubles and bursting into laughter, Sean jogged over to his friend. Every inch of his proud gym-worked body had been written on in marker pen of lipstick: twat, cocksucker, I have a gay fat cock for you, stripper for hire, etc, etc. His wrists were tied to the lamppost.
'What happened to you?' Sean laughed as he checked out the glittering red sequinned thong that was barely holding in Rob's now-legendary thick cock and balls.
'I got fucking ambushed by Deano and the lads about three hours ago and they left me like this. All these random cunts have been walking past writing on me like it's so fucking funny!'
'Well it is kinda funny,' added Sean, appealing to his mate's more light-hearted side.
'Well it was for about ten minutes but not three hours!'
'So why the thong?!'
'It was for that bird I told you about. I'd met her on Tinder, she'd been filthy as fuck, sent me a picture of her cunt all wet and tell me she wanted me so we arranged to meet up. She told me to wear the sexiest tiniest undies that I own so I did!'
'You own those?!' Sean couldn’t stop laughing.
'Are you gonna fucking untie me, mate, or just take the piss?'
'Can I untie you and take the piss?'
'If you fucking have to, just hurry up.'
Sean went behind Rob and began trying to undo the tight knot.
'So how did they know when you'd be meeting her?'
'It was a massive fucking set up,' Rob explained, ' the bird's not even real. They'd just set up a fake profile to fucking trap me – wankers. Thing is,' Rob paused, blushing with new embarrassment, 'I kinda put on a bit of a show for her when we were chatting.'
Trying to seem a concerned mate, Sean swallowed his laughter and asked Rob what he meant.
'I sent her – well not her, cos she doesn't fucking exist! I sent them a video of me jacking off.'
'Oh mate, you fucking twat!'
The knot finally gave under Sean's fingers. He picked up Rob's phone, keys, and wallet which the lads had kindly left at his feet. He passed them to Rob with a smile, trying to appear not too superior.
'Mate they got you bad – I thought it was bad being superglued to a sofa but this – ' he signalled Rob's thong, 'and sending them a video of you having a wank – mate, that is major initiation stuff. Fucking funny though.'
'No it isn't!'
'How many people do you think they'll show your video to?'
'Fuck knows – probably the whole team!'
Sean was still laughing but tried to be helpful, 'Well at least you're got a big dick – imagine if you were little Will – that'd be much worse.'
Rob managed a smile, 'I guess but you wouldn't be saying that if you were in my position.'
'Yeah but mate,' Sean grinned back smugly, 'I'd never get myself in a position like that would I? Who the fuck sends naked videos to "girls" online?'
He laughed again at Rob's predicament.
'So did you have a good night,' Rob asked.
'Nah, major disappointment,' Sean admitted. 'Still, no where near as bad as you!'
He laughed again and, the two men began to walk back to the student accommodation, Rob sniffed the air.
'Can you smell honey?'
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Love reading your stories! Always have a massively hard on reading them 
Really brilliant story. Love the muscles and oversized cock.
Very well written.
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Very well written.
Bravo.
Hey thanks again for all your lovely comments. Sorry I've been so slow to update the story - this chapter took a long time to write. Hope you all enjoy it x
Chapter 8
When Sean awoke next morning and turned on his phone, the rugby team whatsapp group was alive with new messages. The main focus of the chat was two videos that Deano had posted to the group. The first, and the one getting the most comments, was the video that Rob had sent to what he believed to be a possible Tinder date. In the video, he was standing in just his rugby short and flexing his impressive muscles, then the shorts came down and he proceeded to film himself having a wank. Even though his cock looked impressively hefty, Rob still looked a twat and his teammates had been quick to leave lots of messages.
Jacko: Mate – your dicks almost as thick as you are!
Ross: Lad you should do porn! Well you kinda do – I've just uploaded this to xtube ;-)
Ben: Top initiation banter boys, well done.
And eventually there was one from Rob, obviously trying to see the funny side and not quite managing.
Rob: Will you all stop looking at my cock you homos!
Followed by one from Matt,
Matt: Don't be embarrassed Robbieboy – that was fucking hot! I even had a wank myself hahaha.
The other video getting some attention was one of Will. It was entitled: Cracking job Will but close your curtains mate! Sean clicked on it curiously and it showed some of the rugby lads grinning at each other below Will's flat. The phone recording everything was then raised on a pole so it could look into Will's window. There, on the bed, bent over on all fours, Will had two hot blondes and was fucking the life out of them. The muscles of his powerful body were rippling with the effort and the two girls were clearly having one hell of a time.
'Bastard,' breathed Sean, jealously, thinking back to his own failed threesome the night before.
Lots of congratulatory messages had been left by the team. Sean knew Will was dreading initiation and would be incredibly embarrassed at having been filmed but at least he looked pretty good and had shown the rest of the team how well he could keep two birds happy.
A final message from the team captain added,
Ben: congrats to Will and Sean for both bagging threesomes last night – good work lads.
Sean felt obliged to add his own message.
Sean: Well done Will – unfortunately my own didn't go to plan – didn’t even get my dick wet.
Frustrated by the memory, Sean clicked on the video of Will again. He was really working hard, slamming his hips back and forward, gripping the hair of one of the girls while he slapped the arse of the other. Before Sean fully realised what he was doing, his own dick had jumped to life with morning glory and he had his right hand around the long shaft, jerking along to Will's mini-porno. He watched as Will made the girls scream with delight, getting them to kiss each other then bend their heads back for a three-way kiss with him. He watched as Will moved his strong hands over their bodies, pulling their backs towards him, inadvertently displaying their juicy tits to the camera. He watched as Will squeeze those tits and continued to pound away behind them. Each time the video came to an end, Sean clicked on replay and carried on swiftly stroking his rock hard dick, pumping away with desire as he imagined himself in Will's place until, finally, he moaned with suppressed ecstasy and spunked his small creamy load up his sweating chest. Aware he'd just jerked off to one of his teammates shagging, Sean wasn't sure how he felt. He quickly grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom for a long, cooling shower.
That evening, the team all met in one of the local sports bars to watch a match. There was much jesting and mocking of each other, especially Rob and Will. At the end of the match, as they were deciding which bar or club to head to next, Ben got up from his seat and retrieved a large cookie jar from his bag. The established players began to drum on the tables with glee. Sean and the other new players had no idea what was going on.
'Okay lads,' began Ben, 'there's one day left of initiation and you're doing remarkably well. Rob, it's nice to see you with your cock in your boxers for once.' Everyone laughed and Rob tried not to blush. 'And Sean, I hope you checked the seat before you sat down.' Sean laughed, his experience of being superglued to a sofa now a funny memory.
'Now I can tell you all love a good fuck,' Ben continued, 'especially Will here – you dirty bastard!' Everyone cheered and Will's face filled with a mixture of awkwardness and pride. 'So tonight boys, you're gonna pick from the legendary cooking jar! Whatever you pull from the jar, you have to pull in real life. And you need photographic evidence that you fucked it. Otherwise, tomorrow night, you get tied to the posts on the training field. Naked.'
The newbies looked at each other with apprehension, apart from Matt who, as usual, found it all hilarious. He was first to delve his hand into the jar and pulled out a slip of paper that read: Ginger.
'Nice one,' he exclaimed, 'I fucking love a redhead!'
Sean grinned as he pulled out his piece of paper and read the word, MILF. Rob was next and, to his disgust, retrieved Fat bird.
'That's not fucking fair,' he moaned. 'How does a fat bird compare to a ginger or a MILF?!'
'Do you wanna swap,' laughed Matt, 'I love fat birds almost as much as redheads!'
Everyone laughed but Ben made it clear there was to be no swapping.
Will got up from his chair, delved into the cookie jar and pulled out his folded paper. As he opened, everyone saw his face fall.
'No fuck off – that's not happening!'
Everyone laughed as Matt snatched his paper, read it, bent forward in hysterics and then held it up for everyone to read:
Another rugby player.
'Yeah okay,' announced Rob, 'I'm happy with Fat Bird.'
He clapped Will around the shoulders in consolation before adding, 'I hope it's not a cold night tomorrow mate – you're gonna be tied to that post for quite sometime... unless you let someone pop your second cherry!'
Everyone laughed, the remnants of drinks were drowned, and the lads headed out into the night.
Sean had never fucked a MILF before but was completely up for it. As the lads ordered drinks in the club, he scanned the room for possible prey. His eyes fell on three possibles and, just as he was about to make his move, a woman in front of him knocked over a table full of drinks. She looked late thirties but was probably a bit older, she had enormous tits, quite good long legs, and was squeezed into a gold sequinned dress. Sean instantly took the initiative and stepped forward to steady her as she stumbled. Gripping his strong arm, she looked up at him with unmasked desire.
'Oooh thanks!' she giggled and, although she wasn't wasted, it was clear she'd had one drink too many.
'My pleasure,' Sean purred seductively, moving his free hand down her back to her plump arse. The woman's eyes lit up and she licked her lips.
'Do you fancy getting me another drink?'
Sean gave her his sexiest grin and led her back towards the bar. As he did so, she looked over her shoulder and mouthed 'Wow' to her mates who were all watching in surprise.
'So what's your name?'
'Sean. You?'
'Carolyn. You're nice and muscly aren't you!'
She ran her hand up Sean's arm and squeezed his bicep, feeling his bulging muscles under his warm tanned skin.
'I play rugby, babe.'
'Ooh, does that mean you've got a great arse.'
He pulled her towards him masterfully, placing both hands on her butt and squeezing.
'Almost as good as yours.'
'Mmm,' now both of her hands were gripping his upper arms, 'I love a big lad.'
Pulling her closer so she could feel the front of his jeans pressing into her, Sean grinned.
'Babe, you wouldn't believe how big I am!'
And, with that, he leant forward and kissed her, slowly and passionately, making her feel sexy and wanted. He knew that she'd be wet as anything and, sure enough, he soon felt her moving her hands under his t-shirt and feeling his strong back.
'Oh you're an amazing kisser,' she giggled.
'Do you wanna find out what else I'm amazing at?'.........
Chapter 8
When Sean awoke next morning and turned on his phone, the rugby team whatsapp group was alive with new messages. The main focus of the chat was two videos that Deano had posted to the group. The first, and the one getting the most comments, was the video that Rob had sent to what he believed to be a possible Tinder date. In the video, he was standing in just his rugby short and flexing his impressive muscles, then the shorts came down and he proceeded to film himself having a wank. Even though his cock looked impressively hefty, Rob still looked a twat and his teammates had been quick to leave lots of messages.
Jacko: Mate – your dicks almost as thick as you are!
Ross: Lad you should do porn! Well you kinda do – I've just uploaded this to xtube ;-)
Ben: Top initiation banter boys, well done.
And eventually there was one from Rob, obviously trying to see the funny side and not quite managing.
Rob: Will you all stop looking at my cock you homos!
Followed by one from Matt,
Matt: Don't be embarrassed Robbieboy – that was fucking hot! I even had a wank myself hahaha.
The other video getting some attention was one of Will. It was entitled: Cracking job Will but close your curtains mate! Sean clicked on it curiously and it showed some of the rugby lads grinning at each other below Will's flat. The phone recording everything was then raised on a pole so it could look into Will's window. There, on the bed, bent over on all fours, Will had two hot blondes and was fucking the life out of them. The muscles of his powerful body were rippling with the effort and the two girls were clearly having one hell of a time.
'Bastard,' breathed Sean, jealously, thinking back to his own failed threesome the night before.
Lots of congratulatory messages had been left by the team. Sean knew Will was dreading initiation and would be incredibly embarrassed at having been filmed but at least he looked pretty good and had shown the rest of the team how well he could keep two birds happy.
A final message from the team captain added,
Ben: congrats to Will and Sean for both bagging threesomes last night – good work lads.
Sean felt obliged to add his own message.
Sean: Well done Will – unfortunately my own didn't go to plan – didn’t even get my dick wet.
Frustrated by the memory, Sean clicked on the video of Will again. He was really working hard, slamming his hips back and forward, gripping the hair of one of the girls while he slapped the arse of the other. Before Sean fully realised what he was doing, his own dick had jumped to life with morning glory and he had his right hand around the long shaft, jerking along to Will's mini-porno. He watched as Will made the girls scream with delight, getting them to kiss each other then bend their heads back for a three-way kiss with him. He watched as Will moved his strong hands over their bodies, pulling their backs towards him, inadvertently displaying their juicy tits to the camera. He watched as Will squeeze those tits and continued to pound away behind them. Each time the video came to an end, Sean clicked on replay and carried on swiftly stroking his rock hard dick, pumping away with desire as he imagined himself in Will's place until, finally, he moaned with suppressed ecstasy and spunked his small creamy load up his sweating chest. Aware he'd just jerked off to one of his teammates shagging, Sean wasn't sure how he felt. He quickly grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom for a long, cooling shower.
That evening, the team all met in one of the local sports bars to watch a match. There was much jesting and mocking of each other, especially Rob and Will. At the end of the match, as they were deciding which bar or club to head to next, Ben got up from his seat and retrieved a large cookie jar from his bag. The established players began to drum on the tables with glee. Sean and the other new players had no idea what was going on.
'Okay lads,' began Ben, 'there's one day left of initiation and you're doing remarkably well. Rob, it's nice to see you with your cock in your boxers for once.' Everyone laughed and Rob tried not to blush. 'And Sean, I hope you checked the seat before you sat down.' Sean laughed, his experience of being superglued to a sofa now a funny memory.
'Now I can tell you all love a good fuck,' Ben continued, 'especially Will here – you dirty bastard!' Everyone cheered and Will's face filled with a mixture of awkwardness and pride. 'So tonight boys, you're gonna pick from the legendary cooking jar! Whatever you pull from the jar, you have to pull in real life. And you need photographic evidence that you fucked it. Otherwise, tomorrow night, you get tied to the posts on the training field. Naked.'
The newbies looked at each other with apprehension, apart from Matt who, as usual, found it all hilarious. He was first to delve his hand into the jar and pulled out a slip of paper that read: Ginger.
'Nice one,' he exclaimed, 'I fucking love a redhead!'
Sean grinned as he pulled out his piece of paper and read the word, MILF. Rob was next and, to his disgust, retrieved Fat bird.
'That's not fucking fair,' he moaned. 'How does a fat bird compare to a ginger or a MILF?!'
'Do you wanna swap,' laughed Matt, 'I love fat birds almost as much as redheads!'
Everyone laughed but Ben made it clear there was to be no swapping.
Will got up from his chair, delved into the cookie jar and pulled out his folded paper. As he opened, everyone saw his face fall.
'No fuck off – that's not happening!'
Everyone laughed as Matt snatched his paper, read it, bent forward in hysterics and then held it up for everyone to read:
Another rugby player.
'Yeah okay,' announced Rob, 'I'm happy with Fat Bird.'
He clapped Will around the shoulders in consolation before adding, 'I hope it's not a cold night tomorrow mate – you're gonna be tied to that post for quite sometime... unless you let someone pop your second cherry!'
Everyone laughed, the remnants of drinks were drowned, and the lads headed out into the night.
Sean had never fucked a MILF before but was completely up for it. As the lads ordered drinks in the club, he scanned the room for possible prey. His eyes fell on three possibles and, just as he was about to make his move, a woman in front of him knocked over a table full of drinks. She looked late thirties but was probably a bit older, she had enormous tits, quite good long legs, and was squeezed into a gold sequinned dress. Sean instantly took the initiative and stepped forward to steady her as she stumbled. Gripping his strong arm, she looked up at him with unmasked desire.
'Oooh thanks!' she giggled and, although she wasn't wasted, it was clear she'd had one drink too many.
'My pleasure,' Sean purred seductively, moving his free hand down her back to her plump arse. The woman's eyes lit up and she licked her lips.
'Do you fancy getting me another drink?'
Sean gave her his sexiest grin and led her back towards the bar. As he did so, she looked over her shoulder and mouthed 'Wow' to her mates who were all watching in surprise.
'So what's your name?'
'Sean. You?'
'Carolyn. You're nice and muscly aren't you!'
She ran her hand up Sean's arm and squeezed his bicep, feeling his bulging muscles under his warm tanned skin.
'I play rugby, babe.'
'Ooh, does that mean you've got a great arse.'
He pulled her towards him masterfully, placing both hands on her butt and squeezing.
'Almost as good as yours.'
'Mmm,' now both of her hands were gripping his upper arms, 'I love a big lad.'
Pulling her closer so she could feel the front of his jeans pressing into her, Sean grinned.
'Babe, you wouldn't believe how big I am!'
And, with that, he leant forward and kissed her, slowly and passionately, making her feel sexy and wanted. He knew that she'd be wet as anything and, sure enough, he soon felt her moving her hands under his t-shirt and feeling his strong back.
'Oh you're an amazing kisser,' she giggled.
'Do you wanna find out what else I'm amazing at?'.........
