Based on the shocking number of page views for almost all of the Drawn To You posts, MHD readers love some imagination-based dicks.  And I can’t agree more with what good taste you guys have. As I’ve said before, Handjobs magazine gave me some of the best illustration porn of my teenage life, and their stories were beyond compare. Now, I know not everybody is into the father/son incest vibe, so I’m gonna steer clear of that for Story Time. But I still want to share some of the incredibly sexy tales that accompanied some of the best erotic gay illustrations of the 90s and 2000s. So welcome to Story Time!

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THE RUGBY MATCH  by Peter

From Handjobs Magazine, November 1996

 

The rugby match we had all been waiting for had begun. Our greatest rival, the team from Eden, those working class “bullies”, had just kicked and the mass of them were on us immediately. My team, Eton, a more refined lot, couldn’t wait any longer to pounce on that hairy, sweaty bunch of brutes. They had taunted us all season, and at last we were going to get our hands on them.
We were both undefeated teams. Although we were geographically the closest of all teams, we came from vastly different social backgrounds. What we had in common, I had learned over the years, was a pair of coaches and captains, like me, who knew the “personal” interests of the guys we had scouted out to join our teams. We went to great lengths to chose “brothers-in-kind” who could become skilled players. It wasn’t well known outside the locker rooms that our teammates were more interested in getting physical with each other in an inti- mate way than in any rough stuff.

I knew all hell was going to break loose when, in the first pile-up, which must have been a dozen men deep, someone stuck his finger straight up my ass and wiggled it around and in and out. The boys were all heaped atop each other with me on the bottom with the ball. I couldn’t tell from all the pain, if someone’s hand was purposely inside my shorts, but I’ll admit, if I wasn’t imaging it, it sure felt good. The pile cleared so quickly I couldn’t tell who did it, or even if it had happened at all.

The game continued, really rough, and my shirt was pulled and tugged and finally torn from all the rough play. So there I was, baring half my chest and heaving practically out of breath, my nipples erect and dripping with sweat. This one fellow, Earl, from the other team, stared lasciviously at my naked- ness, breathing heavily. Looking deep into my eyes he asked, “You all right, Ian?” Why should he care, I wondered. Was he trying to “psych” me out? Then he winked and his shorts moved as if his dick was punctuating his thought.

In the next pile-up, and in rugby there are many, I was startled to feel a hand inside my jock, pulling on my tender balls, and another hand grabbing for my dick. This pile-up wouldn’t let up and I was stuck on the bottom. I swear this one fellow was playing with my balls, rolling them in his hand back and forth. Another guy, for the hand felt different, was running his hand up and down my thumper, jerking me off. Was I dreaming? My hands were well above my head holding the ball. I was crushed by a collection of players and I could hardly move. I’m sure these guys were taking liberties with my joystick and sack. I heard so much moaning among the men, but it wasn’t like the usual torturous sounds. I, too, had to let out a moan, because if I was feeling what I thought I was feeling, it was ecstasy.

Well, it was a damp and foggy day, and the crowd could hardly see our teams brawling. And again, when the pile dispersed, I couldn’t tell who, if anyone, was feeling me up. Now I was pretty certain this time, and my ass still twitched, but several fellows from the other team were giving me a suspiciously leering look. And I thought what a sexy group they were. I’d liked to have sex with every one of them. Everyone on that team was “hot”.

I helped choose every man on our team along with Coach Callum. He had asked me to join the team four years ago after he seduced me into being sucked and fucked by him. I had wanted him all right. And I think these guys wanted me. So the game went on through drizzle and dusk and even though it was a tie, both teams seemed hyped up and were all over each other.

Now our locker rooms were next to each other and their team came poring in to use our showers cause theirs were being refitted. Ours were brand new and had lots of power and reach.

The teams didn’t share at first. Earl, who was so interested in me earlier, pointed his nozzle cold blast at me, and I was just toweling off. So Tristan, a seemingly aristocratic blond from my team, did the same to him. Some dark-haired Eden team player, pure working class but oh-so-manly, started spraying our locker room where several guys were only about to get into the showers.
Along came Coach Callum, fully dressed, and he got soaked. You should have seen him; his polo shirt and shorts sticking to his body, a magnificently muscled one I might add, and water dripping from his cap. I have to tell you I could see his great pecs with his nipples pointed out, and the outline of his dick, a renowned endowment, I can promise you. He never looked tastier.

He didn’t have a pleasant look on his face until it became clear every man was looking aghast at him. A major erection began to appear, lifting his shorts and showing itself to everyone. It was massive. His mouth-watering balls fell into view and nobody could lift their eyes from his crotch. What a monu- mental hunk! Suddenly the Eden coach, another legendary figure, entered from the other side. I knew his name was Kirk, and he, the butchest blond, as manly as Callum but taller, more moderately broad physically – my ideal – came forward and focused on our sexually aroused coach.

“Are you the post-game entertainment?” Kirk scanned the lockers and his mouth dropped. Every man in sight had an erection and each one was bobbing up and down just begging for attention. Coach Kirk’s pants were filled in no time with his own impressive boner. Everyone watched as he crossed the room, looked around once more and announced, “I will be the first … seeing I’m the opposing team’s leader.” He knelt down and opened his mouth wide to surround Coach Callum’s cockhead which was now poking through his foreskin. The two coaches moaned and groaned so loud, it was heard above the sound of the showers.
Eden’s captain, whose name I knew well, Dick, marched straight toward me and standing not three inches from my face pronounced, “Ian, it was me. I stuck my finger up your ass.” He got down on his knees and started lapping at my willing hot rod, duplicating the scene between our coaches. He promptly thrust his finger back up my behind, forcing me to push my crotch forward and embed my manhood deep in his throat. He wouldn’t let me do any less it seemed, as he began adding a second finger up my bottom. When two Eden team players began approaching, he lifted me to a bench and raising my legs high, lining up his impressive meat with my well-prepped asshole.

The two new men began lording their lances over my face. The brunet beauty confessed, “I grabbed your balls during the game,” and the other, a red head with incredible blue eyes added, “I am the man who grabbed your cock. Now, I want it here,” pointing several times to his wide open cocksucker. He came down on my cock and devoured it with wet, slurpy loving strokes. Even though Dick forced his way into my ‘love canal’ with my approval, I never lost my erection from all the expert attention I was getting from “Red”. I couldn’t say anything because the stunning brunet above me shoved his curved wonder past my sweet lips until I was lost in his appealing, abundant pubic hair.

Eventually, I could see the three other handsome sports, including Earl were attending to Coach Callum’s manliness, while Coach Kirk now had his own handsome face, tongue obviously hard at work, deeply immersed in our coach’s hairy and curvy ass. Arched so high with Kirk’s head in hand, Callum declared, “Take that and that,” and he bucked backward while the trio in front lapped his free underarm full of hair, his magnificent chest, and his breath-taking pole. His impressive balls were now so wet they dripped saliva and the hairs were all matted.

Soon, Tristan, the blond from my team, mounted Kirk, whose ass was so free and available, his asshole so pink and inviting that he rode him with wild abandon. It was a sight to see the two blonds humping, their silky hairs almost the same color. Callum was so dark-haired, the contrast was electrifying.
Sandwiched between three men of my own, all opposing players, I was getting it top and bottom. If I hadn’t heard sex cries so spirited from all corners I never would have believed our teams could have gotten along at all. All around me I spied heretofore archrivals wrapped up in each others’ bodies, rushing well- lubricated cocks in and outof men at both ends. And they were the manliest ends I had ever seen. I, of course, was first to cum in my group, my prostate having been as massaged as my ego. I sprayed myself from chin on down as “Red” let me shoot on myself. Having watched, his beautiful blues grew large and he saw himself add his manseed to my own on my heaving chest. The brunet who was face-fucking me so expertly, Nigel, I later learned, wouldn’t withdraw, but I wasn’t unhappy about that. He forced me to swallow all his cum. I was so overwhelmed by its heat and its force that it flowed over my chin, though that felt good, too. I was satisfied.

Dick had to show everyone his orgasm and did he ever. He put on a display that sent half the guys in the room over, including Tristan. This excited Coach Kirk so Coach Callum had to turn around to see. Both coaches shot all over each other with Kirk on his knees facing Callum. Callum made quite a presentation on Kirk’s chest and in his face while Coach Callum found his entire crotch coated in his rival coach’s cum.

I wanted to lick all I saw. As every single man achieved a pleasing orgasm, we all began to kiss. The two coaches faced each other with arms swimming around the other’s body. All of us watched as they, too, kissed wet open kisses on and on and on. This, finally, was the match we had all been waiting for.

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