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Disclaimer:

All characters depicted in this story are 18. The setting is senior year at a private school, and all sexual activity is consensual.

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## Introduction ##

Once again, we find ourselves in the picturesque English countryside, returning to the hallowed grounds of Saint Augustine’s.

With the arrival of summer comes the eagerly anticipated annual rugby tournament, where boarding schools from neighbouring counties vie for the illustrious All County Cup.

This year, the spotlight falls on Saint Augustine’s as they proudly take up the mantle of hosts.

Confidence is high, but will this year be their year?

## Oliver (Ollie) ##

The assembly hall, as vast as it was, was packed to capacity with at least two hundred sweaty young men, all seated uncomfortably and all impatiently waiting for our Headmaster – Mr. Griffiths’ inaugural ‘All County Cup’ speech.

Under the oppressive summer heat, the air became parched and stifling, and the smell of body odour hung like a heavy, suffocating fog, enveloping us in its pungent embrace.

I could feel the uncomfortable combination of both my armpits and crotch sweating profusely. I couldn’t wait for this to finish so I could take a much-needed shower.

Thankfully, Mr Griffiths had just made his entrance. The assembly hall doors swung open and with a stride of purpose, he marched down the length of the hall and made his way to the stage.

The school faculty had already been assembled and were seated in a line on the stage, patiently waiting for their leader’s arrival.

We all watched, as he stomped up the adjoining wooden stairs to reach the top of the stage and made his way to the podium, that had been set out for him.

Towering behind it, he rested his hands on either side and gripped the edges.

“Good afternoon, everyone.”

His voice boomed throughout the hall, commanding everyone’s immediate attention.

“Good afternoon, Mr Griffiths,” we collectively droned back in what now felt like a Pavlovian response.

He continued.

“As you’re all aware, Saint Augustine has the distinct honour of hosting this year’s All County Cup, so I want you all to be on your best behaviour and extend our visiting guests, the warmest of welcomes when they arrive.”

He paused briefly to clear his throat and resumed.

“As this year’s hosts, we will need to implement some temporary arrangements. As such, lunch and dinner times will be staggered and the dormitories will effectively be halved so we can accommodate the influx of visiting participants. So unfortunately, you will need to pair up, in order to free up those extra bunks. Your dorm leaders will be around to arrange this with you.”

There was an audible groan from the audience, as we all glanced around looking at each other. Sharing a narrow bed was one thing, but sharing it in this heat.

“Yes, I know, it’s far from ideal, but it is only for three days. I’m sure you can put up with each others smelly feet until then.”

The faculty sitting behind him, smiled, but the rest of us were not amused.

Mr Griffiths continued to talk for the next ten minutes about the virtues of good sportsmanship and hospitality, but as I glanced around the hall, it was a case of in one ear out the other, with everyone too hot to be paying any sort of attention to him.

Even the faculty behind him began to flag. Professor Tobias, one of the older members, appeared to have nodded off, his head bobbing and his eyes struggling to stay open.

“Before we all conclude for the day, I just want our proud athletes to stand up for a moment. Come on, stand up boys,” he said, signalling for us to stand up.

I looked around at the other boys who were due to compete, and we all slowly got to our feet.

“Let’s wish them all luck and give them a round of applause.”

Mr Griffiths began the applause, with the faculty soon joining him and then everyone else. The sound of clapping woke Professor Tobias, who looked somewhat confused as to what was going on, but started to clap anyway with everyone else.

When the applause died down, Mr. Griffiths dismissed everyone, and the hall cleared out in minutes, with everyone rushing toward the nearest exit.

Quick to get up, I was caught in the inertia of the moving crowd and like a strong river current, I found myself being carried from the hall and expelled into the corridors outside along with everyone else.

“OLLIE! OLIVER mate.”

I heard my name being shouted but couldn’t see where it was coming from. I looked through the crowd and could see a hand waving to me.

“WAIT UP!” the voice shouted again.

The crowd eventually dispersed enough for me to see who was calling after me. It was Adam, a rugby teammate and my best friend.

“Hey Ollie,”

“Oh hey, Ad,” I replied.

“A few of us are heading down to Miller’s Lake, you in?”

“Definitely, anything to get me out of here,” Anadolu yakası travesti I replied, pulling at my collar.

Miller’s Lake, located on the outskirts of the school grounds, was a secluded spot perfect for cooling off or basking in the sun. Its easy accessibility made it the perfect destination to sneak away to.

Together, we left the main school building, and ventured out in to the lush school grounds. The afternoon sun was particularly intense, so we made our way across the sandy cotswold stoned path to the nearby orchard for some much needed shade and protection from the sun.

The light dappled through the trees and the dry fallen leaves crunched under our feet, as we strolled through the orchard on our way to the lake.

Adam and I briefly chatted about our teams’ chances in the cup, before switching to idle chit chat.

“So, who else did you say, will be at the lake?” I asked Adam.

“Just a few of the other rugby boys, you know Michael, Andrew, Jason and Steven, I think.”

“Cool.”

After leaving the shade of the orchard, we followed a well-worn path between two bushes, then descended a slight slope to reach the rocky shore of the lake.

The other boys were already there and were tossing a rugby ball to one another.

“Here they are,” one of the boys called out.

“Hey Ollie, catch!” Andrew yelled.

The rugby ball was thrown straight at me, and I caught it, clutching it to my chest.

“Nice throw, Andrew. Maybe next time you can throw like that during an actual game.”

Andrew laughed.

“Fuck you, Ollie,” he jokingly shouted back.

I threw the ball back to him, while Adam and I continued to approach the group.

“Hey guys, hot enough for you?” Michael asked.

Michael and Andrew had already taken their shirts off, while Jason and Steven opted to undo the top buttons of their shirt only.

“Fuck yes. I thought I was going to pass out during Griffith’s speech.”

“I know, right, and the smell of B.O, Jesus,” Adam said, chipping in.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I need a swim to cool off, you all up for it?” Andrew asked everyone.

“Count me in, I’m sweating pints over here, my crotch is sweating so much, my dick is treading water.”

The guys laughed and we all agreed, with the exception of Jason and Steven, who opted to remain on the shore and sit in the shade.

Michael and Andrew had a head start in undressing. While Adam and I were still unbuttoning our shirts, they had already removed their shoes and were halfway through pulling down their trousers.

I wondered how far they were prepared to go, and the answer became obvious pretty quickly. Michael was the first to get completely naked, shortly followed by Andrew.

Michael was the rugby team captain and the team prop, he was so widely respected by the team, we would’ve happily followed the guy into the pits of hell had he asked.

His big personality was matched only by his physique. He had a large build, with thick arms, a prominent chest, and muscular thighs.

Michael was also known by his nick name ‘The Horse’.

Most people who had met Michael naturally assumed he got that name because he was strong and powerful on the field, like a horse. But for those who knew him and subsequently seen him in the shower, knew it was due to the fact he had one hell of a massive cock.

It was so big, that while the rest of us wore a cup during rugby matches to protect our crown jewels, he wore a fruit bowl.

It was surprisingly difficult not to stare at his dick, just because of the sheer size of it; which is probably why he had no problem being naked in front of other people. He literally had no equal in this department.

I did my best to maintain eye contact but fuck me was it difficult not to look. He might as well have been wearing a flashing neon arrow pointing to it on his chest.

Andrew on the other hand was much smaller than Michael, although still muscular. He was our number eight, and boy was he fast, he might not have had the longest of legs, but man that guy could cover some serious ground, a regular human dynamo. While he wasn’t the biggest of guys, he was never afraid of a fight, and would happily go toe to toe with guys twice his size, if it meant defending himself or his teammates. His dick may not have been any where near as big as Michaels, but this guy had some serious big dick energy.

Adam and I were still undressing, when Michael and Andrew turned and made their way to the waters edge, shoulder barging each other along the way, which was quite funny to see, considering the size difference between the two. Andrew literally had to jump up to reach Michael. They jumped in, splashing wildly, kicking water at each other.

Keen to join them, Adam and I looked at each other and dropped our underwear at the same time.

Adam was built much like I was. We were tall and lean, and stature wise sat somewhere in between Michael and Andrew. With Anadolu yakası travestileri Adam it was like looking into a mirror, which made sense as we both occupied similar positions on the team, we were the inside and outside centres.

I could see the flicker of Adam’s eyes as he scanned my naked body, eventually fixating on my groin. When I caught him looking, his gaze quickly shifted to my face, and he gave me an embarrassed smile. While he had never openly admitted it, I could sense his curiosity in men, a sense that, if I was honest, recognised in myself as well.

Sexual activity at Saint Augustine’s was an open secret; it happened all the time. Everyone needed that release. For some, a quick tug in the shower was enough, but for others it got boring pretty quickly, so who better to scratch that itch, than your fellow man.

From what I’d observed, Adam had watched others collectively ‘scratch that itch,’ but never once participated, even though I sensed he’d like to. Perhaps his shyness was holding him back.

If you were into guys, being on the rugby team, was like eating at a buffet, there was something for everyone. What ever your preference, big guys, little guys, hairy or hairless, muscular or lean, you could be sure at least one person would tick your box.

“Come on, I’ll race you,” I said, slapping the side of his arm and making a dash for the water.

He quickly followed in pursuit, and the quick burst of speed had our dicks flapping in all directions.

Jason and Steven were content to sit against two big rocks, under the shade of a nearby tree and watched as our pale, sweaty bodies ran across the hot gravelly stones and into the water.

As we splashed into the lake, we dove headfirst into the water, submerging ourselves in its cool embrace.

We waded around for a bit, shooting the breeze and sharing laughs at each other’s jokes. Soon after, we engaged in some playful wrestling, with all three of us attempting to take on Michael. I grabbed his left arm, Adam grabbed his right, and Andrew wrapped his arms around Michael’s waist.

Despite our best efforts to take him down, Michael’s incredible strength kept him upright as he strode through the water, with all of us clinging to him, laughing our arses off. He eventually shrugged us off, one by one, tossing us into the water, then beating his chest like a gorilla.

After our bout of wrestling, we finally settled on tossing the rugby ball around in the water.

We had been in the water for about thirty minutes or so, when I had the sudden urge to pee.

“Be back in a minute, just taking a piss guys,” I called out, throwing the ball to Adam and trudging out of the water.”

Michael wolf whistled as my bare ass became visible from the water line.

I responded with a middle finger behind my back.

As I reached the shore, I only now noticed that Jason and Steven weren’t there anymore. Perhaps they had gone for a walk, I thought. Thinking no more about it, I went to find cover as I was still naked, and I needed a nice tree to take a piss against.

As I ventured deeper into the surrounding growth, I could hear the sound of soft whispers. With my curiosity getting the best of me, I went to see what it was, only to stumble upon Jason and Steven in a secluded spot.

I was about to say hello to the guys, when it suddenly became very clear what they were up to.

Steven was bent forward and had his trousers and underwear heaped around his ankles, with his shirt pulled up his back, all the while holding onto a tree for support. Jason, also with his trousers and underwear around his ankles, was standing directly behind him, holding on to Stevens hips, with his shirt wide open.

I had no idea those two were… I mean I don’t know what this is, were they just fuck buddies, or was there more to it than that.

Jason and Steven were the open-side and blindside flankers of the team. Jason, being the blindside, was bigger than Steven and as guys go, was blessed with ridiculously good looks and a body to match.

Of all the guys on the team, I was convinced he had the potential to be a professional model, I don’t normally use this word to describe other men, but the guy was beautiful. Steven on the other hand was shorter, and subjectively not as handsome as Jason.

Seeing them together like this surprised me. Don’t get me wrong, when they’re on the pitch they made an excellent duo, but I would have thought with Jason’s good looks, he could easily have anyone he wanted and there were guys who were better looking than Steven, but I’ll be the first to admit, that’s an incredibly shallow view to have and I know first hand Steven is a really good guy and there’s more to people than just their looks – don’t judge a book by its cover and all that.

With my presence undetected, I retreated behind a tree, unable to decide on what to do.

From my new position, I could now clearly hear and see them talking to each other.

“Fuck, Travesti abadolu yakası you’re so tight Steven,” Jason muttered softly, pushing deeper into Steven.

Steven sucked air between his teeth and gripped tightly onto the tree.

“I’m not tight, it’s that thick dick of yours Jase,” Steven said, looking back at Jason and giving him a smile that hid his discomfort.

“Ha, you love it.”

“Fuck yeah, I love it, now hurry up and fuck me, before the others know we’re gone.”

Jason repositioned his hands and heaved Steven closer to him, practically lifting his legs off the floor.

“Oooh fuck,” Steven cried out.

“What? Too much?”

“Nah, that was good, keep going,” Steven encouraged.

“Okay, you’re the boss.”

Jason did it again and again, ploughing into Steven, with a fair bit of force.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Steven cried out, his voice warbling slightly from the impact.

Seeing Jason fuck Steven was mesmerising. Even though I knew I should have walked away and give them their privacy, I just couldn’t look away.

The way Jason was going, he looked like a porn star. With his shirt open, his chest glistening with sweat and his abs flexing. I found myself getting hard just watching them.

Jason’s hips smoothly bucked against Steven’s buttocks, clearly bringing much delight to Steven, if his facial expression was anything to go by.

“Fuck Steven, I’m close. Do you want me to pull out and shoot on your back?” Jason said with ragged breath.

“You can cum inside me if you want.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah. This feels too good to pull out now.”

Jason bucked his hips a few more times. Even in the midst of climax, the guy smouldered. He let out a long groan.

“Ohhhh yeah! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!”

His head shot back, and his arms and legs shook as he climaxed. He was pulling back on Steven’s hips so tightly, his biceps bulged.

As he descended from his orgasmic high, his body visibly relaxed, Jason moved his right hand to his dick, gripped the base and gently pulled back from Steven.

As Steven started to stand upright, Jason grabbed his hand and quickly spun him around, then pushed him up against the tree he was previously holding on to.

They stood there for a moment deeply gazing into each others eyes, the look was so intense, it made me come to the realisation that I’d wish someone would look at me like that.

Jason cupped the side of Steven’s face and their lips soon joined in an embrace.

When the kiss was finished, Jason rested his forehead against Steven’s.

With their faces so close together, it was difficult to hear them, but I’m pretty sure I heard the words ‘I love you’.

It was a beautiful moment to witness, and I felt like a giant dick for spying on them.

I could see the corner of Jason’s mouth turn up, as he smiled. He slickly moved his hand on to Steven’s erect cock and gripped it.

His hand quickly went to work, as he began pleasuring Steven. You could see Steven was struggling to cope with Jason’s quick hand movements.

As they continued to stare into each others’ eyes, they never once broke their gaze.

“Aaah, Jason, I… I’m gonna cum.”

“Then cum for me,” he replied.

Steven’s upper body suddenly lurched forward, as cum spewed from the tip of his cock, spraying his seed wildly on the forest floor.

“Jase, Jase, stop, stop.” Steven cried out, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip.

Jason stopped, releasing his grip on Steven’s cock. There was a drop of cum stuck to the back of his hand between his thumb and index finger.

What Jason did next, shocked me. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the cum from it, before proceeding to stick his tongue in Steven’s mouth.

I could feel myself mouthing the words ‘Holy Fuck’ at how insanely hot that was, as they kissed again.

My own cock at this point was completely vertical. I couldn’t believe how much this had turned me on. There was no way I could go back to the others with a hardon like this, I’d never hear the end of it. I knew I’d have no choice but to quickly take care of it. I quietly snuck away, leaving Jason and Steven and went to find some where else I could be alone.

Having found a spot, I leaned against one of the trees and started to jack it as quickly as I could. Seeing Jason and Steven like that, with their love, passion and intensity so evident, it made me think about my own life. Could I have, what they appeared to have? What would that even look like?

I guess the closest thing I’ve ever had to a meaningful relationship, was my friendship with Adam.

My mind started to drift, and I began to imagine what it would be like if Adam and I were more than just friends. I mean, was that such a crazy idea? We already got on so well, but could I imagine being romantically and intimately involved with him? I think I could, or at least I’d like to think I could.

There was so much to think about. Did I just admit to myself I like boys, or do I just like Adam, or is it just this place making me think I like boys, because there are no girls to lust after.

My horniness reasserted its hold over me and I started to picture Adam being bent over, holding onto that tree and me being the one behind him, sliding in and out of him, fuck, it was wild to picture.