Rugby Players Find Accomodation Part 2

Those last few minutes before we left my room at the B&B were moments of sheer comedy. Barry, the big rugby player with whom I had offered to share my room, had just put an end to my virginity after I had come out of the shower. The other seven of his team mates had arrived at the door ready to go off for their evening meal but at a most inconvenient moment. (See Part1) Barry had claimed he was asleep but was clearly in a state of disorderly undress and he looked suspiciously flushed as he dashed into the shower. It all begged plenty of awkward questions.

So they were all crowded in the little room and all I had on was a towel. But I felt so elated by what Barry had just done to me, I just did not feel in the least embarrassed. I had always loved rugby players and I felt I had just made love to a member of a team of what looked like fabulously strong and sexy guys. So I must admit I relished the necessity of having to remove the towel in order to get dressed; but I did it all very casually and pretended not to notice their keen interest in my big smooth bum. So I put my shirt on before my pants, turned my back as I bent down to put on my socks. I’m sorry! it was sheer provocation on my part as I knew they were watching me closely. Anyway I guess, from what it would have revealed, the reason for Barry’s unreadyness became very obvious!

He soon came out of the shower in a great flap and threw on his smart white shirt and tie without drying himself properly. I was acting cool and thoroughly enjoying the attention. All I had for evening wear was a tight sleeveless shirt and jeans. 

“You are coming with us, aren’t you?” Colin asked me.

“Yes sure I hope so but I’m really sorry I don’t have anything smart like you’ve got. Is this shirt OK? I’ve got a sweater to put over it.”

“Yes, yes you’re just fine as you are. Don’t change anything!” This time it was as if all seven of them spoke at once.

“I’m Carl by the way if I forgot to introduce myself before.”

“Hi Carl good to meet you and well, …” he turned to Barry who was standing by the door at the ready. “You’ve obviously already made your introductions” There was an explosion of laughter and Barry looked even more embarrassed and flustered.

As we made our way down the garden path to the waiting bus full of the remaining players you could hear chants of ‘Why are we waiting’ and there were a number of wolf whistles. I felt conscious of my condition as I approached the bus. It seemed they were all looking at me as we mounted the steps. To be honest I wasn’t sure if I could keep it in or if I would get an embarrassing damp patch in the seat of my jeans.

“I think Gary needs an eye test! Eh Gary?? Pair of specs wanted I reckon!!”

“OK wise guy, you were whistling as well and you’ve got glasses so what’s your excuse and anyway why were we waiting? Let me guess; it was Barry?”

“May I introduce Carl! He’s very kindly agreed to share a room with one of us as there are four double rooms and he was the only guest.” Colin was team captain and spoke with authority. There was much clapping then everyone seemed to want me to sit near me.

“You’d better stay up the front with us” said Colin as the bus started off. I was listening to the banter in the rows behind.

“Four double rooms eh! That sounds cosy!! Wow! so who’s sleeping with who?!”

“No; there are actually three twins, there’s only one double.” Colin corrected

“So what kept you Barry?” another guy piped up from further back. I did not hear any answer. 

“Who are you sharing with, Carl?” Gary had moved into a seat behind us.

“I’m in a room with Barry actually” I said.

“I see, yes!” This was Daren, another big guy with a crew cut. “The plot thickens! I hope Barry was behaving himself…. Don’t tell me it’s the double room!! Of course Barry’s very much a team player you know like he always tells us! Never tries to score on his own. Do you Barry?!”

“Look what the hell are you on about! I was just a bit late. I fell asleep right?!” Barry was obviously getting a bit irritated. Then somewhere behind a voice commented “Sleeping eh?!”

“Er..! I don’t think so” interrupted Colin. This was followed by a prolonged “Ooohhhhhh!!!” from everyone within earshot of the conversation.

A big black guy called Danny had come to sit opposite one row behind. He had a jovial manner about him. “Hey Carl, good to meet you! Sorry about these guys it’s the rugby lifestyle sort of thing you know. So tell me about yourself, you don’t exactly look like the rugby playing type…”

“Hey Carl!” Daren interrupted “Ask him why he was wolf whistling you!”

“OK I’ll tell you exactly” Danny replied confidently. “We had an old saying among the lads where I grew up: ‘A nice bit of wobble makes a wolf whistle’. So there you got it and no, I don’t need specs!”

“Yes but…!” Daren began hastily but then hesitated.

“I hope you’re not too embarrassed by all this” Colin whispered as he sat next to me. “It’s just that we are near the end of a two week tour and by this time they tend all to have one track minds.”

“It’s OK I’m enjoying it really” I said

“I guessed you might be” Colin replied with a slight smile.

“What I mean is perhaps he doesn’t like being wolf whistled on account on his wobbly bum. He might be insulted” Daren persisted

“Doesn’t look much like it!” Danny replied quietly, realising that my attention was back with them again. “So! Complete change of subject aye lads! What about tomorrow night?”

“I think we’re just about there so we’ll discuss that over the meal” Colin announced.

So we went into this big room with a long bar counter and one long table set out for a meal. Obviously they had hired the room off this hotel.

“We had all booked to stay here but there was a last minute hitch” explained Colin “That’s why we had to go looking for B&Bs. What are you drinking?” I said I would join them with a beer: “You can have a sherry or a glass of wine if you like.” he offered with an impish smile.

“So as you were about to tell me before we got rudely interrupted by Daren here.” It was Danny who seemed keen to first to engage me in conversation.

“Yea, I’m going round doing these questionnaire surveys so that’s why I’m staying in B&Bs”

“So do you get to make up the questions?” this came from a big ginger haired guy called Brian, one of many who were now gathered round.

“Of course he doesn’t you prat!” returned Danny. “It’s market research you know soap powders, washing machines, that sort of thing”

“Not quite actually, I interview technical people more about industry processes. It’s related to ordering and transportation”.

“Wrong line there! You should be selling something more sexy than that. You want to get into fashions you’re the type who could do modelling and that stuff”