Rugby School 5: Drinking Games

[5uiat]

The action is heating up! How far do you think it should it go?

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Part 5: Drinking Games

I reached tentatively toward the first button on Raj?s shirt. The shirt was extra large and still far too small for him, and I could see his chocolate skin pushing against it, straining to break free. Al and Ewan behind me cheered me on as I started to expose the Indian boy?s huge chest, barely able to get the buttons of because the shirt was so tight. Raj?s pecs stood out proud and beautiful in contrast to the cream white of the shirt, bulging in every direction. He was not visibly ripped like Ewan and Al, just absolutely massive, pectorals like balloons sticking out three inches so that they drooped and completely rounded, capped by soft black nipples. His stomach bulged with muscle like a powerlifter, a clear split running down the middle but otherwise just a hard ball of muscle pushing out as far as his pecs.

I tried to pull Raj?s shirt off of his arms, but it stuck and then RIPPED. ?Third one this week?? the Indian sighed, his chest flexing with the breath. His arms were unbelievable, almost as thick as I was and layered through with chords of muscle of that even the light covering of fat could not hide. They looked like the arms of some mythical animal, big and strong as a bear?s legs.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Al?s ripped, oiled form. He handed me the bottle of oil, and I slowly began to massage it into Raj, this time starting at the base of his bulging abs. His muscle gut was hard as a rock, expanding and flattening slightly as his breathing became heavier. His dark skin seemed to soak the oil up, glistening in the light.

I worked up the massive boy?s stomach to the base of his pecs, and finally onto the continental shelves of muscle. ?You ever seen pecs this big, new-boy?? The dark god asked. ?I?ve fucked girls with smaller tits than this. They love them, love chewing on them, love it when I flex for them. Like this!?

He flexed them under my hands, one after the other, making Al and Ewan behind me laugh. I worked oil over the lats that made his arms stand far out from his chest, and found that Raj was so wide that I could barely touch both sides of him at once. Finally, I progressed to his arms, both of my hands unable to wrap halfway around a single massive gun. Raj growled and flexed his bicep so it surged up and out as I worked it with oil until it shone. Like the rest of him, Raj?s dark, smooth-skinned arms were simply BIG, massive balls of muscle covered by fat that merged seamlessly into the rest of him.

?Kiss my biceps, new-boy. You know you want to. Kiss these fucking bis.?

And Raj?s left hand grabbed the back of my head and forced my face forward toward his arm. His arm was almost as big as my head! My lips made contact, soft at first, feeling his soft skin over bulging muscle. Then his hand pushed on my head, forcing my lips to part so my mouth was all over his arm, adding saliva to the oil to make it shine. I licked the muscle. It tasted of oil, of course, with a slight undercurrent of curry.

Raj pulled my head back and poured some gin down my throat from the bottle.

?Good boy.?

?Not fair! My turn next!? said a proper English voice, and Alasdair shoved Raj aside. His ripped, white body pushed against the dark boy?s huge frame, oiled muscles twisting. And then he was in front of me, his fine features and deep eight-pack, a triumphant look on his face. Al flexed an arm, which burst into a tributary of veins.

?My arm for another shot of gin!? Al said.

I was pretty drunk already by this point. I went for the blue vein that peaked his arm tongue first, licking down the rippling muscle. Al had no fat anywhere, and I traced every peak and hollow of his biceps and triceps with my tongue, making the fair English boy moan. I glanced down between licks, and saw the front of his school trousers bulging with what looked like an anaconda. A snatch of conversation from earlier played through my head.

?Why is he called Subway?? ?Because he?s a foot long!?

I started to move up Al?s arm toward his chest. I pushed it up and started to eat out his armpit, tasting the jock-sweat that clung to his blond armpit hair as my hands roamed over his ripped back and corrugated abs. Al poured gin down his arm, and it trickled down his muscles in rivulets to drip off his armpit hair, where I eagerly sucked it up.

A Scottish bass rumbled over all of us from somewhere behind me. ?Mates, I think we?ve played with our wee new-boy long enough. Let me show ye what he can really do. C?mere roomie!?

I turned reluctantly away from Al, my gaze sweeping over the giant figure of Raj to his left and coming to rest on Ewan.

Fozz was sitting on the single bed behind me, reclining back so that his arms rippled underneath him and his chest popped out, a furry carpet of muscle brought into striated definition by his pose. My eyes travelled up his cut abs, partly obscured by hair, up between his pecs (which no amount of hair could hide) to his broad face. I expected to see his jack-o-lantern grin, but as my eyes met his I could see his face was deadly serious, a smouldering, drunken look in his eyes. He bit his lip and his hand travelled slowly to his crotch, pushing bulging briefs down over his hairy obliques.

Ewan?s cock emerged slowly from his briefs, standing hard against his body, with that slight upward tilt I loved. Al and Raj scoffed (?put that away!?) but I was mesmerised. Time seemed to slow as I covered the four feet between me and the Scottish muscle cub and sank to my knees.

As I took the tip of Ewan?s cock in my mouth, tasting its warm salty vibrancy, I heard the oiled Rugby boys behind me gasp.

?You weren?t joking Ewan! He is a little cocksucker.?

?We?re going to have some fun tonight!?

[vlad]

Awesome stuff, let him suck rugby stud cock all night. So hot.

[arpeejay]

Oh, yeah! Very nice!

xoxo

Richard

[Mad Dog]

Great! The descriptions of Raj got me so hard :O

[Curious]

I'm sorry but I couldn't stop laughing when you said he tasted like curry. Get your protagonist to sample some other minorities?

[5uiat]

okay, I'll acknowledge the curry thing sounds a bit racist, but have you ever kissed an Indian person?

[Curious]

I'll know what to expect now.

[ushersdick]

damn that is so hot!!

I agree, the descriptions were great!!!

oh lol btw I've kissed a British Asian guy, him and his cum didn't taste like curry.. but then I don't think his family ate alot anyway, they were pretty "British"

[muscleboy2811]

i can't wait for more of this story - you character descriptions are amazing!

[Mad Dog]

Any more? {:3