EP7 | The Rugby Captain's Secret (Patreon)

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

I was lying on the ground in a crumpled heap, my back against the wall.

I was still catching my breath and realising what had just happened as I looked up at Freddie, who was still standing in the shower. He looked like a caged animal, all tensed muscles and angry face. I genuinely thought he was about to run at me and beat the absolute shit out of me. It was terrifying. But also, in a really fucked up way, I was still hard. I had just licked the head of this absolute stud's cock, I had tasted his salty and sweet pre-cum, and it was glorious. I will never forget that taste, even if this is the moment that I face the consequences for that action.

If I do get beaten the shit out of, I still think it would have been worth it.

I was breathing deeply, trying to regain my composure as I looked up at Freddie, waiting for him to pounce. Waiting for him to continue what he started by shoving me down the corridor. But he didn't move either. Our eyes were locked on each other. We were like wild animals waiting for the other one to pounce. But again, neither of us moved...

I could see the tiniest part of Freddie start to ease. His shoulders relaxed by a fraction of an inch, but I noticed it. The moment was gone. He wasn't going to come for me. I also noticed something else…

His cock was still rock hard.

It looked even angrier than he did. It was jutting out. This fat piece of hard meat, and there was still pre-cum leaking out. Even with the shower water running down his muscular body, I could still see pre-cum leaking out the end of his cock. Had he liked that? Was that why he was so angry? Not just because a man had licked his cock for the first time, but because he'd also liked it.

I've been with straight guys before. Nothing crazy, just a hand job, or if I was lucky, maybe giving them a blowjob, but always when they were drunk, and I was drunk too, and it was a messy fumble. The moment they'd shot their load, they'd pull up their trousers and run and never speak to me again. Wanting to pretend that nothing had happened.

But with Freddie, it was different. We'd already had this incredibly slow build-up where I'd seen him in the showers. The first time he busted me he left but now he's been letting me watch him, letting me watch him masturbate regularly, for a couple of weeks. And I've always wondered why. Maybe he gets off on it; he likes being watched. A big stud of a man like him, with the number of hours he puts into making his body a temple, a thing of beauty, I could understand why he might like it to be looked at, admired. And I absolutely loved admiring it. But then I got to touch his cock, I got to hold it, I got to wank him off, I got to be the one who brought him to orgasm, and I got to feel his cock quiver in my hand as I massaged it expertly. And I knew he loved it cause his orgasms were always big, the loads he shot plastered the shower walls. So much cum would be pouring out of him.

But that felt like the line. That felt as far as he was ever willing to go. I could see it in his mind. It's not gay. He's using me. He's just using my hand to get off, but today I took it further. I licked his cock I tasted his pre-cum, and his first reaction was to push me away. But now, as I stared into his eyes, both of our cocks were rock hard.

I wondered, is this the moment?

My horniness was definitely the thing driving this. If I had any sense, any sense of safety, I would get up, and I would walk out of these showers. I would leave him alone. But looking up at him with the water running down his body, easily one of the best bodies I had ever seen, so thick and muscly and beefy, and his handsome, chiselled face, I just couldn’t leave.

It's bad to say, but he looked even hotter now. He was so angry, his scowl just added to his looks, and I knew this was a moment to make a decision. I'm not even sure I made a decision, I think it just happened like when I leaned down and licked his cock without thinking. It's like my dick was making all the decisions for me, and my dick was always gonna choose the side of my pure horniness.

I waited there a few more seconds. Both of us are just breathing deeply. The only sound was the shower water running. And then ever so slowly, I sat up and got onto my knees.

Something told me not to stand up. Something told me not to make myself seem equal to him. Instead, I stayed on my knees, and I leaned forward onto my hands. I was now facing him on all fours. Just like I was on safari, coming face to face with a lion, I never broke eye contact; I really was treating Freddie like a wild animal. Any second, he could end me, so I kept eye contact, and I slowly crawled back towards him. I was looking for any movement… any microaggression from him. Nothing came. He was still standing tensed, which I have to say made him even hotter… his abs were rock solid, his pecs were held, his arms tensed. All his muscles straining.

Ever so slowly, I kept crawling towards him, bit by bit. As I got closer, he still didn't move.

I reached the shower cubicle, still on all fours, still looking up at him…

I came as close as I could to his cock. It was now millimetres from my face. I looked up at him, I tried to give him the most innocent, good-boy look I possibly could. He was the master in this situation; I was the plaything. I was the sub. He was the dom. My dominant.

And then, as slowly as I possibly could, I reached up, and I wrapped my hand around his angry, thick, pulsating cock.

Neither of us moved, not even an inch. Complete stillness as we stared into each other's eyes. I wasn't breathing. I don't think Freddie was either. I gripped his cock tighter, and I saw the tiniest flicker in his eyes, and I knew I had him. I knew this was going to happen now. We'd crossed that line.

Keeping my eyes on him, I leaned in so my face was right next to his cock. My mouth, millimetres from its head. And then I stuck my tongue out, and I licked the head of his cock. I tasted his salty and sweet pre-cum, and again I saw his eyes flicker.

He liked it. He wanted this.

I didn't wait anymore. I took the entire length of his cock into my mouth, and I sucked. Freddie moaned, and his hand went to the back of my head. And just like that, I had the hottest stud of a straight man's cock in my throat.

Now I finally had Freddie's cock down my throat. I was possessed. I was sucking him like my life depended on it. It had taken so much to get here, and now I finally had his cock in my mouth, I was gonna give him the best blow job he had ever had, or will ever have in his entire life. He's gonna understand why men suck dick so much better, not just men…me. I am the best cocksucker he's ever gonna have met.

I gripped the base of his cock, massaging it as I used my mouth and my tongue to suck the rest of his thick cock. I could taste his pre-cum juices flowing into my mouth. It tasted incredible. Such a thick, meaty cock. I felt pure joy as I had it in my mouth.

I Looked up at Freddie again and his eyes were now closed a look of almost surprise on his face, and pleasure…so much pleasure. I was feeling bold now, so I reached around and gripped his thick, meaty ass. Fuck, it felt so good. I love a straight guy with a big ass. I held onto it as I deep-throated him. I took his entire cock down my throat and kept pushing it further. Freddie let out an audible, “Oh fuck,” as the thick head of his cock met the tightness of the back of my throat.

I was incredibly good at sucking cock. I've always known I was. I just love it. I love the feel of a man's thick cock down my throat, his hard member, squeezing into my mouth, hearing him moan in pleasure. I just absolutely love it, and Freddie was experiencing just how good I could suck a cock right now.

I took him completely out of my mouth, ducked my head under and took one of his balls in my mouth. He had lots of hair around his balls and a big bush above his cock. This guy doesn't trim. He's a hairy, masculine, thick man, and I loved it. I took his other ball in my mouth. That made him moan even louder. Oh, he liked having his balls played with, did he? Good to know.

While I was doing this, I was still wanking his cock, feeling more pre-cum ooze out of it. Then I dived back on his cock and started sucking him hard, up and down, and up and down. Bouncing my head off the end of his dick. Taking the entire length down my throat, and then all the way back to the tip… and then straight back down again.

Freddie was making crazy noises, grunting and moaning.

“Oh shit, what the fuck, yes…fuck yes, fuck yes,” he moaned.

He was absolutely loving it. His knees were slightly bent now, one of his hands on the back of my head, while the other one gripped the top of the shower cubicle above him. Freddie was absolutely loving this.

I knew this was going to fuck with his head afterwards… a gay guy had just given him one of the best blow jobs he's ever had.

I kept going; there was absolutely no way I wasn't gonna take his entire load down my throat. This man was gonna seed my belly, and I was gonna drink every drop. I used one hand to keep massaging his cock, wanking it while my mouth was working up and down, and up and down, as my other hand gripped his ass and pulled him deeper into my throat. His hand was still on the back of my head, gripping it tightly, pulling my hair. His eyes were still closed, his knees slightly bent as he started fucking it, fucking his cock into my mouth.

His breathing was getting harsher, more ragged, his moaning louder and his grunts too.

I was getting him close. I knew it. I could feel it.

He was tensing up again, but not from anger this time, from pleasure…from the pure fucking pleasure that my mouth was giving him.

And then finally it happened.

Freddie let out a loud moan, almost a yell, and I felt cum hit the back of my throat so hard it shocked me.

It just kept going. Cum was shooting from his cock over and over, streams and streams of it. I was desperately trying to make sure I swallowed it all. Some of it dribbled down my mouth. There was just so much cum leaking into my throat, but I swallowed. I kept swallowing. I took it all as Freddie just kept shooting. His orgasm lasted so long. And by how tensely he was gripping the shower cubicle and the back of my head, it was intense as fuck for him.

Finally, I felt the cum stop shooting down my throat. I kept it in my mouth; I kept sucking; I kept licking it up; I wanted to taste everything. Every drop of this perfect specimen of a human being. I love that I had his cum inside me now.

Freddie collapsed against the shower wall with an audible sigh. He breathed deeply for a few moments. Then he pulled my head off his cock.

He looked down at me, his face unreadable as I looked up at him. Some of his cum was still dripping from my mouth. Then he just grabbed his towel and walked out. Leaving the shower running and not looking back at me once.

I slumped back against the wall of the shower, letting the water fall all over me, and I grabbed my cock. Within only a couple of strokes, I shot everywhere. The taste of this man is still in my mouth, being all I needed to push me over the edge. As my load shot all over the shower, I felt dazed, happy and confused.

That might've been one of the hottest sexual experiences I've ever had in my life…

…but what happens now?