Rugby Players Find Accomodation Part 4

It was the strangest thing to try to resume where I had left off in my work the previous day. Since about 6 pm the day before my whole life had changed and here I was at 9 am the following morning trying to organize my mind around work!

It wasn’t as if it was first thing in the morning and I could think of yesterday as just some fantastic dream. Barry and I had just fucked each other’s asses in the shower less than an hour ago!

When I settled my account with the B&B lady she had casually remarked that we seemed to have had a ‘good time’ last night. What a total understatement that was!!

Try as I did, doing the interviews was difficult. The previous evening was not just a psychological outing into gay sex. My ass had been fucked by almost a complete rugby team and this now made me feel self conscious in a certain way which was quite physical. There I was interviewing middle aged business men about their working practices when even the deep sound of their voices seemed to be affecting my anus! My mind kept drifting to the absurd idea that the guy was about to proposition me. I am sure it was making me react in a feminine way in conversation and I now felt even more conscious of my bum as I walked around.

Rescheduling a couple of interviews in the afternoon had gone well so I knew I could get to watch the match. This was the one thing on which I could focus my mind and I longed for the prospect of meeting up with the guys later on.

I know it sounds silly but I was in love with the whole team and very excited about seeing them on the pitch. My only worry was that they might feel that things had gone a bit too far last night and wouldn’t want to see me again.

There was no large grandstand as you might imagine of a cash flush football team. Mostly spectators stood along the touch line but there was a small wooden structure with a stepped standing area. I was a bit early for the start but noticed half a dozen or so guys in there. At first they seemed to ignore me as I stood alone in front on the bottom terrace.

“On your own then? Not seen you before but welcome anyway! It’s great to see new faces! Are you a Red Hunters supporter?” This guy had leapt down from the top in about one second. So here was another well built guy as sexy as any I had met the previous night. “Why not come and join us, my name’s Max by the way”

He had not waited for me to confirm my loyalty to the team. The embarrassing thing was that after all that had happened I was not aware of the team name except that of their opponents.

“So er we’re playing the Mariners then?” I wanted to impart what little knowledge I had!

“Right first time!” came a brief reply from one of the others while looking straight ahead at the empty pitch. I got a feeling they were trying to work out who I was but were a little reluctant to ask leading questions.

“Hey help yourself to a beer we’ve got a few cans round the back here. What’s your name, by the way?” Max continued in his welcoming tone.

“Oh my name’s Carl. Good to meet you all!” I said shaking their hands rather formally.

“So how long have you been a supporter then? I go to most matches and events and I’m sure I would have noticed you”

“Yea, sorry I should have explained. I only met up with the team yesterday evening when they had a bit of a pre-match party and got talked into coming along. I really like the game although I was never any good at it at school” I thought that would probably be all they would expect by way of explanation. But the fact that no one said anything immediately in reply gave me the feeling that it had perhaps only deepened the mystery!

Soon the game got under way and I was struck by the quality of play. It was far higher than anything I had seen before in school or college matches. Throughout the game the score line reflected how evenly matched they were. But despite all the bravado last night this was no push over. All these muscular players who I knew so intimately had collected great mud patches over their legs as they wrestled with each other. I watched their flexing thighs in the set piece scrums as they each tried to push the other side in order to gain possession of the ball. Several times I nearly came to orgasm in my pants as I thought of how I might take the place of the ball afterwards in the showers. Then when Barry had made a dash for the try line and Gus was heading straight for him, he passed the ball to Danny who had powered past several Mariners to score right under the posts. His huge muscular frame and broad shoulders had simply pushed his opponents to one side. Suddenly I got this feeling as if he was inside me again like when his huge thrusts into my bum had forced me forward over the toilet cistern. Unknowingly Max saved me embarrassment with an untimely question.

“Tell me I’m intrigued by this; how come you were at a pre-match party with the team? I mean I was in the team for six years before I retired last summer and to my knowledge these pre-match dinners are pretty much exclusive to players only.”

It was an odd moment for Max to raise this question considering there was plenty of time to ask before the match began and this an exciting moment when you would have thought his attention was on the game.
“I know it probably was all a bit exceptional, well I mean what happened was they had some kind of problem with accommodation as their hotel had cancelled their reservation at the last minute so they all came to this B&B where I was the only other guest.”

“So they invited you to the dinner then? But how did you get to know them? Did this place have a bar or something?” He made these questions sound almost joking as if my story didn’t really make a lot of sense and I also got the impression he had sensed some spicy explanation. “I know one thing; rugby nights out can be a little wild” he added with measured understatement.

“Er yes well it was actually I think er, well you see I had helped them out a bit. Um well what I mean is that there was a shortage as it were of one place as I was occupying a double room, no actually it was a twin” Max was smiling at me as he stared into my face while I stumbled for words.

“And??” he asked but then with a measure insincerity added quickly “So that explains it; you offered to share” This left me wondering just what it explained to him especially when he resumed excitement with the game and proffered no further questions. 

The match ended with the score 36 / 33 to the Mariners after a final drop goal tipped the balance just before the referees final whistle. It had been a good game but a hard one.

As we all began to leave the little stand I was beginning to wonder how I might meet up with the players. I didn’t need to wonder for long!

“You’re coming with me to the shower block right now this very minute Sunshine!”
It was Gus who had come to claim me as a victor claims his spoil.

“What the hell do you think you’re on about? Carl’s one of our supporters, you’re not dragging him off to be abused amongst your thugs. Forget it man! leave him alone he’s ours! and Fuck off!!” I was surprised at how protective Max had become towards me, seeing as I hardly knew him.