EP6 | The Rugby Captain's Secret (Patreon)

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

I now had a new routine as the assistant manager at the sports centre. The role came with a range of responsibilities, the main one being more responsibility for the evening lock-up. But the other responsibility, which wasn’t officially in the job description, was wanking off the incredibly hot, hunky captain of the rugby team.

It was my favourite part of every week. Sometimes it happened twice a week, if I was very lucky.

I knew I would never get bored with the feel of this man’s meaty cock in my hand. And having that power over him. For that short time, I was in control of giving him pleasure…and I fucking loved it. It was all on his terms, of course; he never spoke to me. Never even looked at me, but I didn’t care. You don't question when you get the opportunity to feel a man like that, with a fat cock.

I would do my rounds, and on the days the rugby team were booked in, I would head to the changing rooms after. If I went in and heard a shower still on, I knew he was there. Sometimes he had already gone, and sometimes he would stay. On the days he was there, I would make my way to the showers and look down the corridor. He would be there, under the water, showering with a huge hard-on. He would not say anything, but when I appeared, he would always open the door and then lean back against the wall, his cock pointing out towards me, and close his eyes. I would walk down, step into the shower, take hold of his cock and start stroking him…gently at first, enjoying every stroke...as he moaned…

Every time felt like a fever dream. Something not real. I kept expecting to wake up, my cock hard, my sheets stained in precum. But it was real. It is happening. I was getting to wank off the hottest man I had ever seen regularly. This had gone from the most depressing job I had ever had to the best.

A part of me knew this was bad. Deep down, it niggled at me. I had come home because I was feeling lost, and I wanted to be a writer, so I was going to move home and take this boring but easy job so I could focus on writing, and now here I was spending every waking moment thinking of when I would next get to have my hand wrapped around Freddie’s perfect and massive cock. But whenever I felt him getting close, his breathing getting ragged, his moans getting louder, all of that worry completely disappeared because watching Freddie cum was one of the most amazing things I had ever seen. His whole body would tense, the muscles rippling, the shiver water running down it, his face would crumple into a look of pleasure and pain, and he would start fucking his hips into my hand as I felt his cock twitch and explode…cum would fly out and often hit me across my clothes. He came so much. I mean, just so much. This man’s balls were absolutely full of cum, and I got to jack him off and watch it explode all over the shower…

In those moments, I didn’t care about anything else. Only Freddie and his cock mattered.

Yes, I told myself I would no longer get sucked in by an unavailable asshole, but that was before I met Freddie. I can’t say no to a man who looks like he does.

And so this was my life for a while. It went on for a few weeks. I would spend most of my time working late at the ports centre, and when I was home, my thoughts were full of Freddie. My partners noticed I was distracted, but I told them it was work, and they sought proof that I was taking my job so seriously, if only they knew the truth. Then once, maybe twice a week, if I was lucky, I would be in the showers with Freddie jacking that thick cock until he exploded. Then I would watch him walk away naked, not looking at me at all, as if I didn’t exist.

Since we had started our new shower routine, he hadn’t asked me to do anything else for him and the rugby team. He hadn’t threatened to expose me and demanded more time on the fields, and luckily, what I had done before hadn’t been discovered. I guess now Freddie was getting something else out of me, and he couldn’t exactly accuse me of perving on him in the showers now, when I was regularly jacking him off. He needed me to keep his secret, too.

And so this was my life now. And if it meant I got Freddie’s cock, I would put up with this dull job. Being able to hold his hard cock was my reward.

The main thing I was currently struggling with was that I wanted so badly to do more; the temptation to drop to my knees and put his rock-hard dick in my mouth was so intense. I would stare at it as I wanked him, squeeze it harder and watch more precum ooze out, and I wanted to lick it off more than anything. It took every ounce of composure not to do it.

I didn’t because I did not want to ruin a good thing. The fact that I had moved from only being able to watch him masturbate (which was amazing) to actually getting to stroke his cock and wank him till he shot (which was incredible) made me not want to push it any further and have him freak out and stop it happening. So I was good, I stroked and massaged him, working his dick as good as I possibly could with my hand, so that he loved it and kept wanting to come back for more.

Another thing I thought about sometimes, after I had shot another load in my bed, remembering the last time I had waned off Freddie (I masturbated so much now!), was why he needed me to wank him off. Why was he letting it happen? I get that straight guys can be super horny sometimes, and if you are a lucky gay guy in the right place and right time, you might just get the chance to help them get off, but the fact that it was happening regularly now with Freddie seemed odd. Surely a guy who looks like he does has women literally throwing themselves at him? Why does he need me to help him get off?

But again, why question it? An actual god of a man was giving me access to his hard cock regularly. I was gonna shut up and take the win.

In my dreams, though, I always went further. I was having the most vivid dreams about Freddie since this had all started. I would be wanking his cock in the showers, he would be moaning and slowly fucking his hips into my hand, then I would look up, and his eyes would be open…staring at me with this hunger. He would grab my head and push me down and then shove his hard cock down my throat and fuck my mouth so hard until I felt gallons of his cum exploding down my throat, filling me up. I would wake up leaking precum from my rock-hard cock and instantly jack my cock until I shot my load all over my sheets.

I’ve been such a horny monster since meeting Freddie. Fuck.

But then something did change…

A few weeks later, I woke up insanely horny, as always, but even more so because the rugby team were in today, so it was very likely I would see Freddie in the showers. I always wanked in the mornings, especially on those days, so I was at least a little less horny for him and better able to control myself from doing more than wanking him off. But as I was starting my morning wank, luckily still under the covers, my mum burst in, asking for help moving boxes before I went to work. So I couldn’t wank, and I had to go into work still crazy horny. I figured I would likely have a wank in the toilets on a break, but I had a mad day when everything went wrong, and Lee was really on my back all day. 

So when it got to the evening and I was locking up, I was feeling really stressed out and so fucking horny.

As I walked into the changing rooms after my site walk, I heard a shower running. He was here.

I made my way to the showers, looked down the corridor, and saw him in the last cubicle, as usual. He was showering, and I could see his huge, hard-on. He opened the shower doors and leaned back against the wall, eyes closed.

Normally, I would just go as I am, fully clothed, and I would always get soaked in the shower and have to dry off after he left. I had started keeping spare clothes at work for this reason. But today, I don’t know why I just thought fuck it. I undressed, taking off my clothes down to my underwear. Then I made my way to the shower, when I got there I reached out my hand and took hold of his cock…I started stroking him…pulling his foreskin all the way back and forward…squeezing his cock…letting the precum leak out…

I was fucking ravenous with hunger, and before I could even think, it happened…I bent down and licked the end of his cock where the precum was leaking out…

It was fucking glorious…this sweet salty taste…I nearly shot my load right then.

Then I felt as if I were flying.

And I realised I was.

I was flying backwards so hard that I actually came off the ground.

Freddie had shoved me with all his might, and I flew back down the corridor, landing a few feet away with my back against the wall. The wind was knocked out of me.

I looked up, back to the shower, and Freddie was standing there with his arms tensed. He was so fucking angry; he looked like he wanted to kill me.

And in this moment, I thought he might actually.