My SO recently told me she has a bit of a Hothusband kink and would find it arousing if I posted some of the more wild stories I found myself taking part in while I was playing rugby in my earlier twenties. My mind immediately went to the games we used to play during the summers when we largely had nothing to preoccupy our hands and the time it got me into a few different types of trouble. What follows is probably my best night playing the game. Some details and names changed for everyone privacy.
**Background**
Part of the game we would play was taking a bus to another city with no plans other than to fuck someone from the bars and bring home a trophy of our conquest, often panties but someone brought home a bra once or twice. Anyone who struck out had to wait at the bus stop ’til morning with everyone else.
Some background for this story – we had been playing this game all summer and as a group we were largely successful. Everyone had managed to get laid at least once and as a whole we had managed more than our fair share of threesomes and other debaucherous behavior. The first time we played I wound up going home with a curvy stuck up blonde woman named Kelly I had met at the end of the night. The sex honestly wasn’t all that great as we had almost zero chemistry and I couldn’t cum for a myriad of reasons. But I had managed to find myself a place to sleep that wasn’t a bench on the streets at a bus stop in Philadelphia so I counted myself lucky. As I was stuffing her thong into my pockets as I was leaving in the morning she asked if she could text me – I politely declined and told her I was only in town for the weekend and wouldn’t be returning. I thought she took it well and I left with my trophy.
**I am Jack’s Utter Lack of Critical Thinking.**
Being cocky in young twenties I was so obviously blessed with foresight so fast-forward a few weeks later and returning to the very same bar I met Kelly at you can imagine my surprise and utter shock when she suddenly appeared in front of me calling me a liar, that I was an asshole and I should have just told her I didn’t like her, among other pleasant things. I was stunned and just stood there taking the verbal abuse, my mouth hanging wide as the bar collectively decided to tune into the ass chewing I was receiving.
And then… it slipped “just because you have a fat cock doesn’t mean shit.” Some friends giggled, other on-lookers laughed. I was still stunned.
While it was lost on me in the moment, I didn’t know how fortunate I was that she said that. Now, while I admit there definitely are dicks longer than mine I’ve never heard of one thicker. On my best days I sit somewhere around 7.25 inches long and 7.5 inches thick, which has its own set of problems but I’ve had more than my fair share of referrals.
**That Green Dress**
Eventually I escaped from Kelly and sheepishly found myself sitting low in a booth waiting for a buddy to come back with a pitcher when wrapped in a skin-tight green dress the perkiest pair of tits I had ever seen bounced their way into the seat across from me. Between the beer and overall strangeness of the night I was a blubbering mess and she knew it.
She introduced herself with a smile as Melissa. She had long wavy black hair, blue eyes, freckles, and a body begging for worship. And before I could stammer out my name she interrupted me asking if it was true.
I played dumb as my brain finally stopped buffering and asked her what she meant. She smiled at me as she asked again if it was true I had what every girl had on her Christmas List.
Eventually after the back and forth banter, my lizard brain finally catching up, and her foot finding its way up my thigh from across the booth we locked eyes and stood up as she took me by the hand out of the bar and around the corner. How long did we walk? What direction? I couldn’t tell you. All I could focus on was the small brunette woman in a green dress that hugged everything just right. Between her plunging neckline and the way her dress clung to her tight little waist I was oblivious to the world. As we got to her door I grabbed her and her tongue found its way down my throat as I pinned her to the porch half wall, my hands exploring every inch of her body trying to lift her dress up right there.
She managed to get me off of her for long enough to let us in and that was all I needed. In a moment I lifted her up, pulling her legs around my waist with my hands running up her dress. We landed on the couch together, my body on top of hers, her tits almost falling out of her dress. They say a picture is worth a 1000 words, but her smile could have told you everything you needed to know right then and there. She was putty in my hands. When I put my arms under her legs to pin them up and grind into her she knew she got what she wanted.
My fingers slowly wrapped around her thong pulling it down and quietly putting it in my front pocket with my phone. I gingerly kissed her down her thigh and it wasn’t long before I was face deep eating her out (I know eating out a random girl at the bar isn’t the wisest move you don’t have to tell me) and she began to pull my hair, grinding my face into her pussy with so much force I swear my nose was going to break.
I had planned on making her cum at least twice with my tongue just because I’m competitive but after a minute of tasting her I couldn’t hold back I needed to be inside of her (also was a little worried about my recently just healed broken nose crumbling to dust against her pubic bone). I stood up, undid my pants, and pulled out my cock. She sat up getting ready to suck on it but froze for a moment and just looked at me smiling. I told her Merry Christmas (original, I know) as I grabbed her hair and guided her mouth onto my cock. She was enthusiastic enough to make it enjoyable but I could tell she had no intention of blowing me longer than she had to and only meant to get me wet.
I pushed her down onto the couch and she giggled in excitement. As moved my cock up and down the outside of her pussy to get it wet she impatiently told me to “fuck me already” and so I did. She tensed up hard as I put my head into her and it took a few moments of slow movements and making out before she relaxed enough to where I could begin to work on getting all the way inside of her. Her moans got increasingly more intoxicating while I worked my cock into her. She was incredibly tight and in retrospect I needed to spend more time on foreplay but I wasn’t in a position to argue with how hungrily her legs and hands pulled me desperately deeper insider her.
It took all of two minutes of fucking her with long and slow strokes, enjoying her squirm with her eyes close as she moaned loader and loader, before she began to play with herself and told me to fuck her just right. I went to grab her by the neck for better leverage before she quickly moved my hand to her tits. Taking the hint (definitely should have asked first – gonna blame that on youth) I took a firm grasp of the middle of her dress pulling her closer to me and revealing more of her amazing tits as I fucked her as deep and as slow as I could. It wasn’t long before she was telling me she was going to cum and as her pussy tightened on my cock she shuddered as her orgasm hit her. She came for the first time over the course of about 10 seconds before she reached up and starting making out with me. Somewhere between her tongue exploring mine own she managed to sneak out “Fuck… I needed to get fucked like that.” Feeling cocky and not wanting to ruin the rhythm I never stopped fucking her, slow and long strokes, exploring every inch of her as she bounced between too sensitive and wanting more. It wasn’t even 20 seconds before she started to cum again, although I think she may have never stopped.
I take great pride in my sexual prowess. Between my overly competitive nature, insatiable desire to please, and my more than adequate cock I like to think of myself as a very attentive lover who’s more than up for any challenge so color me surprised when what I thought was going to be a long night of fucking this brunette vixen underneath of me suddenly faded away as I felt my orgasm appear out of nowhere. I managed to pull out after only partial cumming inside of her. I leaned over her and came up the front of her dress and onto her tits as she was in the middle of her own orgasm.
At first she didn’t even notices as she was still caught in the aftershocks of her own orgasm but that quickly changed as she squeezed her tits together, opened her mouth and closed her eyes. I came all down the front of her with the majority of my cum pooling on her chest. I should have known better and stayed when I saw her scoop some of my cum and suck it off her finger as she starred me in the eyes.
**Sobering Up**
I quickly stood up and began getting dressed as we finished and I left somewhere between her admonishing me for ruining her dress and asking me if I had seen her underwear. Leaving her to clean herself up and riding that high I pulled up maps and starting making my way back to the bar to try and find my friends, trophy in hand. The bar was only two blocks away but I couldn’t have told you that. Between the haze her body had me in on the way to her apartment and the sobering weight of the realization that I didn’t wear a condom and had just came inside of a girl I met at a bar – the walk to and from felt like something between a dream and a cold shower.
I found my friends and we proceeded to leave that bar on our way to find a new one as the night was still relatively young. I eventually found myself in a bathroom stall with my cock in a bartenders throat as she held her hair back with Melissa’s underwear, but that story is for another time if this one is well received.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r9rmyl/the_summer_of_our_rugby_games_mf