The Rugby Boy (Patreon)

I met him at the gym. He couldn’t have been older than twenty. Tall, solid, the kind of body you only get from actually playing a contact sport instead of just lifting for Instagram pics. Black hair, no beard, still carrying a little of that big-kid look in his face, that’s turning into an actual man. Wide, hairy legs. Thick chest. Arms that looked like they could do damage. He played rugby. That was the first thing he told me when he started helping me with one of the machines.

His name was Thomas.

I started showing up more often after that. Every time he saw me he came straight over, smiling like he was happy to see me. We talked between sets. One day he asked what I did for work and I was already too far gone to lie.

“I do porn,” I said.

He laughed and called me a liar. So I took out my phone and sent him two videos right there in the gym. One of me getting facefucked. One of me bent over, being fucked in the ass. I watched his face while he opened them in the locker room a few minutes later. His eyes went wide. He swallowed. Then he reached down and adjusted the thick bulge already forming in his white athletic shorts.

His legs were still shiny with sweat. The hair on his thighs was stuck to his skin.

“Is that really you?” he asked, voice lower than before.

“Yeah. Can’t you see my eyes or the tattoos?”

Thomas stared at the screen again, then back at me. 

“Will you let me do that to you? No girl has ever… fuck.”

He pulled his Real Madrid t-shirt off in one motion and stood there shirtless in front of me. His chest was solid and lightly hairy. His armpits were dark and damp. The smell of clean sweat rolled off him and hit me so hard I almost got dizzy.

“You serious?” I asked.

“Fuck yes, bro. I’ll go wait in the disabled toilet. I want to fuck your mouth like they do in the video.”

The locker room was quiet enough. I gave him a minute, washed my hands, then followed.

When I opened the door of the larger accessible stall, Thomas was already there with his shorts pushed down, thick uncut cock in his fist, still watching one of my videos on his phone. His skin was flushed. Sweat still shone on his chest and stomach.

“You a fan now?” I asked, dropping to my knees on the cool floor.

“Fucking number one fan, bro. This is art.”

I ran my hands up his sweaty thighs and over his stomach. I leaned in and licked a slow line up his abs, tasting salty sweat. Then I pressed my face into one of his armpits and breathed him in. The smell was strong and perfectly masculine. I kissed across his chest and closed my mouth around one of his pink nipples, sucking lightly while he groaned above me.

“Fuck yeah… put it in your mouth, bro. Please.”

I didn’t make him wait. I took his cock all the way down in one go. It was thick and heavy, still warm from his workout, the skin tasting like sweat and clean skin. Thomas gasped like he’d been punched. His free hand slammed against the wall.

I held myself there with his cock lodged in my throat, looking up at him. His eyes were wide and dazed. I grabbed the backs of his sweaty, hairy thighs and pulled off just enough to speak.

“You said you wanted to facefuck me. So what are you waiting for?”

Something broke open in his expression. He grabbed the sides of my head with both hands and started thrusting into my mouth with short, hard strokes. No technique. Just pure need. His cock forced its way into my throat over and over while he gasped and cursed under his breath.

“Fuck, fuck…this is the best thing in my life. Of my fucking life!!!”

I made the wet, choking sounds he clearly wanted to hear, not loud enough to be heard outside the stall but enough for him to feel it around his cock. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto the floor. His thighs trembled under my hands. Every time he pushed deep I felt him throb against my throat walls.

“I’m gonna need this all the time,” he grunted, hips starting to lose rhythm. “I’m close…fuck, I’m so close bro…”

I looked up at him with my eyes watering and my mouth stretched around his cock. That was all it took. Thomas’s face contorted and he let out a low, broken sound as he started cuming. He didn’t pull out. He kept facefucking me through it, pumping thick pulses straight down my throat while his whole body shook. I stayed still and took it, swallowing as best I could while he used my mouth until he was empty.

When he finally stopped, he was panting hard, sweat running down his forehead and chest. I pulled off slowly, squeezed the head of his cock to get the last drops, then stood up and licked a long stripe of sweat from the center of his chest up to his collarbone.

Thomas stared at me like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.

“Fuck, bro… that was the best thing anyone’s ever done to me. Hell of a blowjob.”

I wiped my chin with the back of my hand and smiled.

“Glad you liked it. I’m gonna go shower. See you around.”

“Yeah… okay, bro.”

Of course it didn’t stop there. After that day I kept sucking Thomas whenever he wanted,  in the gym, at my place, once even at his. And it didn’t take long before he started putting that thick rugby-boy cock in my ass too. Sometimes I still think about the first time he looked at me in that bathroom stall with those wide, hungry eyes and realized what I was willing to give him.

My dream now is that one day he’ll bring a couple of his ruby teammates along and let them use me with him.

I already know I’d say yes.

All characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the characters.