Description:Rory and Ally grew up together, the best of friends, bound by the sport that they love - Rugby. But as young adults their friendship is torn apart when Ally gets an erection during some boisterous larking around in the communal showers after a try out to join the professional squad Rory plays for.Ally is gay and his secret is out; and in world of professional rugby that's a big big issue. Rory can't handle it.A year passes without any contact; then on the night when the national squad is announced and Rory had been passed over yet again, he turns up at Ally's flat blind drunk.Blaming Ally for his loss of form, Rory takes his revenge in unexpected fashion - brutally raping and buggering his one time best friend.It sets of a chain reaction that carries ver to the next day when truths come out and Rugger Buggers play hard and dirty.ExtractI was confronted with a bevy of raw masculinity all brazenly flaunted in front of my eyes. There were handsome hunks with perfectly toned muscles under tightly stretched smooth skin – the type of guys you’d find in gay magazines or adorning the latest Gods of Sport Calendar. And there were big brawny beefcakes with glorious hairy chests – dark and thick and matter with sweat; or light and sculpted and teasingly trimmed. There were arses on show all hard and firm, beautiful buttocks and heavenly cracks – real men’s arses, every last one – toned and fit and ever so fuckable! And there were cocks! Oh yes, there were plenty of rugby player cocks on show. Dangling phalluses, big swinging dicks, thick swollen pricks proudly displayed along with the obligatory pair of rugby player balls. And all of these glories were perfectly crowned with thick thatches of black or brown pubes. I tried to act natural, whilst surreptitiously revelling in it all, but my mind starting spinning with the splendour that was around me. There was steam in air and testosterone as well – it oozed out their pores by the gallon. The sweat of the men hung equally heavy. I felt dizzy on the mix that was pure masculinity.And the mood was so jovial! It seemed like half of them were high on drugs - some combat induced serotonin that made them want to lark around in an over the top boisterous way. Few of them seemed in a rush to get on with their shower once their rugby gear had been cast to the floor. Instead they lingered for some nude horsing around with plenty of banter of the most derogatory kind. Towels were flicked onto naked buttocks which were then happily proffered for another slap. And towels were pulled tight between parted legs and dragged up an ass crack and humped by a big cock. Men slapped each others buttocks and flicked each others prick. The whole scene was unbelievably homoerotic in a very straight sort of way. I tried not to stare at this incredible scene of horny young men larking around, but the guys wanted me to join in, so I had little choice but to look. I was Tommy Murdoch’s protégée and Rory’s boyhood friend, and I had made the pair of them proud with my play today. It was their duty to embrace me and make me one of the lads, as I was certain to be joining the squad. Big hunky men with big swinging dicks would come up to me and slap me on the back and on the bum. They would ruffle my hair and jab me in the ribs, their naked flesh making contact with mine. They would smirk at my shorts and tell me to get them off – they wanted to see the size of my cock! They reached between my legs and gave me a good feel then announced to the men that I was a credit to the team. Who the fuck does all that if they’re not after a shag? That’s right!Rugby players do!We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Rugger Brothers. To get started finding Rugger Brothers, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Description: Rory and Ally grew up together, the best of friends, bound by the sport that they love - Rugby. But as young adults their friendship is torn apart when Ally gets an erection during some boisterous larking around in the communal showers after a try out to join the professional squad Rory plays for.Ally is gay and his secret is out; and in world of professional rugby that's a big big issue. Rory can't handle it.A year passes without any contact; then on the night when the national squad is announced and Rory had been passed over yet again, he turns up at Ally's flat blind drunk.Blaming Ally for his loss of form, Rory takes his revenge in unexpected fashion - brutally raping and buggering his one time best friend.It sets of a chain reaction that carries ver to the next day when truths come out and Rugger Buggers play hard and dirty.ExtractI was confronted with a bevy of raw masculinity all brazenly flaunted in front of my eyes. There were handsome hunks with perfectly toned muscles under tightly stretched smooth skin – the type of guys you’d find in gay magazines or adorning the latest Gods of Sport Calendar. And there were big brawny beefcakes with glorious hairy chests – dark and thick and matter with sweat; or light and sculpted and teasingly trimmed. There were arses on show all hard and firm, beautiful buttocks and heavenly cracks – real men’s arses, every last one – toned and fit and ever so fuckable! And there were cocks! Oh yes, there were plenty of rugby player cocks on show. Dangling phalluses, big swinging dicks, thick swollen pricks proudly displayed along with the obligatory pair of rugby player balls. And all of these glories were perfectly crowned with thick thatches of black or brown pubes. I tried to act natural, whilst surreptitiously revelling in it all, but my mind starting spinning with the splendour that was around me. There was steam in air and testosterone as well – it oozed out their pores by the gallon. The sweat of the men hung equally heavy. I felt dizzy on the mix that was pure masculinity.And the mood was so jovial! It seemed like half of them were high on drugs - some combat induced serotonin that made them want to lark around in an over the top boisterous way. Few of them seemed in a rush to get on with their shower once their rugby gear had been cast to the floor. Instead they lingered for some nude horsing around with plenty of banter of the most derogatory kind. Towels were flicked onto naked buttocks which were then happily proffered for another slap. And towels were pulled tight between parted legs and dragged up an ass crack and humped by a big cock. Men slapped each others buttocks and flicked each others prick. The whole scene was unbelievably homoerotic in a very straight sort of way. I tried not to stare at this incredible scene of horny young men larking around, but the guys wanted me to join in, so I had little choice but to look. I was Tommy Murdoch’s protégée and Rory’s boyhood friend, and I had made the pair of them proud with my play today. It was their duty to embrace me and make me one of the lads, as I was certain to be joining the squad. Big hunky men with big swinging dicks would come up to me and slap me on the back and on the bum. They would ruffle my hair and jab me in the ribs, their naked flesh making contact with mine. They would smirk at my shorts and tell me to get them off – they wanted to see the size of my cock! They reached between my legs and gave me a good feel then announced to the men that I was a credit to the team. Who the fuck does all that if they’re not after a shag? That’s right!Rugby players do!We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Rugger Brothers. To get started finding Rugger Brothers, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.