Charlie broke into a grin, "Good, so would I. Now go and earn some money to pay for the takeaway, message me when you're on your way to my house," he said. I walked towards him, grabbed hold of him and kissed him hard, he responded and hugged me before saying, "You bastard, look at me, I'm all wet now," he laughed and as he pulled away his shirt was all wet from me. "See you later Sam."
"You certainly will Charlie," I told him, and he walked out of the changing room. I dried myself off, put on a dressing gown and walked into the studio.
Charlies dad, the boss man, walked across and asked, "What are you grinning at Sam?" oh if only he knew I thought, "thanks for helping us out, the other lad did a runner when he heard what was going to happen but I'm sure that your arsehole will be able to cope with it and I'll make sure there's a bit extra in your fee to say thanks for coming in at the last moment." I was surprised as he had never really said much to me before, let alone saying thanks.
He carried on saying, "Get that gear on, we've wasted enough time already," and he walked across to the set that was lit up, the cameramen were waiting. I looked at the pile of clothes, it was a dirty pile of rugby kit including boots and, when I looked through it, a stained jockstrap as well. I pulled the kit on, at least it wasn't the kit of the rugby club that I played for and that the boss man was the chairmen of and went across to the set. Apart from the three cameramen and the boss man there were four older men, all dressed in the same rugby kit as me. Of course, we all checked each other out, they were all older big men, probably mid-fifties or early sixties, all ex rugby players by the looks of it, in the days when the game was hard no holds barred clash of the Titans, you could see the cauliflower ears and at least two of them had had broken noses at some time. They'd obviously maintained their fitness as there were muscles on show rather than beer guts under the rugby kits.
"Listen up," said the boss man, "You've just played a game of rugby and lost, you're all blaming him," and he pointed at me, "so decide to take your frustrations out on him, use his holes hard, piss if you want, lots of arse action, don't worry, he can take all you do to him can't you?" I nodded, the sooner the shoot was over than the sooner I could get away and see Charlie. The boss man looked at me saying, "Plenty of moaning, swearing and put up a bit of a fight, OK?" I nodded again.
"All of you in the changing room," the boss man said and pointed at the four men and nodded at the set, "and you," he pointed at me, "when I say you walk onto the set, and we'll take it from there."
The cameramen got into position, the four men sat on the benches, the set looked like the changing rooms where I played rugby, dirty kit laying around, bashed up sets of lockers and full dirty bins, I stood outside the set until the bossman shouted action and then I walked into the changing room.
One of the men said, "Oh here he comes, the lad that lost us the match."
"Piss off," I answered, "you old men lost us the match, you're all too old and unfit, give up playing and go to the old folks home. I'm going to have a shower," and pulled off my rugby shirt and bent down to take off my boots.
They moved quickly for "old men" as two of them grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to my knees, one of the others held my head in his hands and the other man stood in front of me, "you told us to piss off did you lad," he said and pulled his shorts down to show off a dirty stained jockstrap, I could smell sweat, cum and piss, shame the people who watched the porn film wouldn't. The pouch of his jockstrap was bulging, it was full of cock and balls, he pulled it to one side and his balls and cock fell out, a big pair of low hanging bull balls and a huge soft cock that just hung over his balls, His cock was thick and covered with purple veins, he looked down at me, held his cock and pulled his loose foreskin back to expose his cockhead glan and piss slit. He grunted saying, "I'll piss you off lad," I knew what was going to happen as he pointed his cock at me and let go of a hard stream of his hot yellow piss, spraying over my face and chest, at least I had my mouth closed, washing me down with his yellow liquid.
The other men holding me cheered him on as his flow continued until I was covered and dripping in piss, his piss stopped or so I thought and as I opened my mouth to say something he let go another stream of piss straight into it, the dirty fucker so I spat it back out at him, covering his balls and cock and his jockstrap in his own piss. The old man holding my head pushed it forward saying, "Dirty lad, suck his cock, taste his piss, get him hard," I opened my mouth and took his tasty soft big cock into my mouth and licked and sucked away trying to get him hard as I held his ball sack in one hand massaging it and with my other hand stroked the skin between his arsehole and his balls. I felt his cock swelling in my mouth getting bigger and bigger as he slowly face fucked me pushing more of his cock down my throat. I was struggling as although his cock wasn't too long it was very thick, forcing my jaws wide open, I pulled on his balls and he got the hint and pulled out or so I thought but he had other ideas and grabbed hold of my head from the other man, held it still and face fucked me with his cock hard, fast and deep before this time I yanked hard on his low hanging nuts, he yelled and pulled his cock out leaving me coughing and drooling. The camera zoomed in on my face and the mans now rock hard cock.
I heard the boss man say, "Strip off down to your jocks then stand around him and let him suck your cocks and get you all hard, hope that any of you that need it have taken your Viagra," and the other three men undressed. They were all fit, big hairy muscled chests, one was hairy and the other three were smoothish, two of them had huge erect nipples, more like thumbs than nipples, all were wearing stained jockstraps, went with the rugby scenario, the jockstrap pouches all looked full of mature cock, they all had firm muscled arses.
"Come on lad, lets see if you're better at sucking cock than you are playing rugby, get my cock out," one of them said. I was still on my knees, looked up at the hunk of the man standing over me, reached up and pulled the pouch of the stained jock to one side letting his hairy balls fall out, very nice I thought as I pulled the jockstrap pouch fully clear of his balls and his cock fell out. I leant back on my haunches and watched as his cock started to get hard, watching the shaft of his cock fill with blood and swell both in width and length. It seemed to get bigger and bigger, another thick and long old man's cock, his foreskin partly covered his cockhead, so I reached up and stroked his foreskin to help it pull right back to show off his purple cockhead glan, I was rewarded with a drop of precum leaking from his slash of a piss slit.
What was it with older men, did their cocks get bigger as they got older?
The two other men who still had their cocks contained in their jockstraps stood either side of me and fished their cock and balls out of the pouches, two more big soft cocks that needed a hand so I held their heavy cocks and wanked them and was rewarded by the cocks hardening into big thick veiny old men's cocks, one cut and one uncut, the cut cock having a big cock head set off with a huge coronal ridge. Three big hard cocks were on show and available for me to service, so I did, I got on with sucking cock, slurping on nut sacks and wanking cocks.
The three men took in turns to fill my mouth with cock, push their cocks down my throat and face fuck me, the cocks that weren't in my mouth I stroked and wanked, at one point the old man that had first face fucked me hard pushed in between the rest of them and pushed his cock into the oral fray and tried to force his cock into my mouth even though there was already a cock buried down my throat, I had to pull back and slurp on the two cockheads while wanking another two cocks, they took it in turns to have their cocks worked on. The cameramen was getting some good content, he was on a set of steps standing over us and looking down getting a great view of the cocks going in my mouth.
Another instruction from the boss man as he said, "Get on your knees on the benches, spread your arse cheeks so he can rim you," pointing at me. The four old men positioned themselves on the benches, leant forward so their muscled arses were in the air and used their hands to hold open their arse cheeks. The cameras zoomed in to get shots of their arseholes, two waxed and hairless, one shaved so there was just a hairless wrinkled tight arse pucker, and the last arsehole was hairy, even though their jockstraps were stained I knew that their arseholes would be clean.
