I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect!
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I am 32 years old, I am gay and after almost twenty years of practicing rugby at a very good amateur level, I became a coach. For 2 years I'm in charge of the regional under-20 selection, so they are all between 18 and 20 years old. It's a happy little troupe of 22 guys, the best ones in the Marseille region.
During my years of practice although my teammates all knew that I am gay. I had some hot stories that I will surely tell you one day. I have often dreamed of taking part in the "rusk game" and obviously of doing everything to lose.
The game is simple: the guys jerk off over a cracker and the last one who ejaculates must eat the cracker (if one shoots out of the cracker he has to masturbate the dude to his right side until he comes)... I doubted for a long time that this practice really existed, but some said they had played it! I would obviously have lost since I like having cum in my mouth.
Last Sunday we leave with the selection for a match in Lyon. During the 200 miles trip in the bus and in a mess worthy of the reputation of rugby players, I hear the word "rusk" several times, especially during a stop at a gasoline station. "Damn guys, there's no rusks!" Tells the captain to his teammates... It gives me much trouble concentrating for the rest of the trip, the idea that they are organizing this game excites me to the highest point and is driving me crazy, since it's obvious that I wouldn't be in the game.
We arrive at the Lyon stadium (an old sport complex) and directly reach our changing rooms. I am given two keys, one for the players' locker room, the other for that of the staff, made up of a physiotherapist, an administrative officer and me. Being the only one to change myself to actively participate in the warm-up, I am therefore the only one to settle in the staff locker room. I am frustrated not to be, as often, in the same locker room as my guys.
I quickly find two reasons for satisfaction in this situation: The partition which separates my shower from that of the players has holes in two places, small holes, but big enough to have a breathtaking view on the showers of my kids, the second satisfaction is finally my absence from the players' locker room and therefore the possibility for them to put their little game into practice without any problem...
11:00 a.m. warming up, 12:00 p.m. psychic conditioning (stupid talk!), the content of which I will spare you, 3:00 p.m. match... and 4:35 p.m. victory 7-18!!
Serious things can now begin. I take my shower in two minutes and get dressed to be able to deal with all situations. During the match, a stupid idea came to my perverse mind and I fully intend to put it into practice...
I go back into my shower and begin to observe the showers of my players. The atmosphere is very festive. I watch through the holes in the wall. I get a massive hard-on, observing without restraint for the first time these boys whose bodies I know. It makes my head spin. I start to jerk off through my tracksuit.
Yes, I know their bodies; but I'm still amazed by the outcomes of the testosterone stream in the veins of those teen hunks. The hard trainings I give them twice a week are also helping building and shaping their young bodies, which seem to grow more every month!
They are in all sizes, all hair colors, hairy or hairless bodies, trimmed or natural pubic hair; but they all have a great amount of muscles. There is also a wide range when considering their lunch boxes: long and short dicks, some thin, some thick (even very thick!), big or smaller balls...
At this age they also easily develop boners under the showers. And not being very modest no one tries to hide it from his teammates who also (as a response?) usually sport healthy boners! This a few times leads them to comparing their erection and electing the "Mister Cock" of the year. Of course, all this doesn't get unnoticed to their daddy coach: I memorize each of those occasions and replay them in my mind when I jerk off as soon as I'm back home after our trainings!
There are a few guys who regularly come back in my JO sessions.
Marc, 19 yo, is one of them: 6' tall, he weighs 180 lbs, blond, hairless body; he has a finely muscled bod and a muscular and well-rounded ass (I'd pay a lot to see him fucking his chick, plunging his cock with all the strength of that manly ass!); on the front side, his 7 incher is not the longest nor the thickest in the team (by far!) but is known in the locker room for pointing to the very left when it gets erect; he's obviously not satisfied with this, but it doesn't seem to bother the many girls who always turn around him; he must be a good fucker!
Kevin likes to show off and, of course, he has the body for that: 6' 4", 200+ lbs, muscles all over, brown hair, a few hair on his large chiseled torso and quite a lot going from his penis up to his navel, a hairy ass crack also. He's turned 18 a few months ago and is always the first one to start the sexual games in the changing room, which quickly gives him the opportunity to display the large cock that he brags about! Obviously his thick 9.5" speak for themselves: his dick has a marvelous aggressive shape when it's risen to the zenith, its round glans almost touching his furry navel; seeing it swaying and waving at each of his steps when he's proudly parading heading to the showers give me raging hard-ons!