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
son and Rory’s little brother, 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 my dad.   
     Who the fuck does all that if they’re not after a shag? 
     That’s right!
     Rugby players do!
     I was lost in it all. I wanted to dive in and drown in the fun, but I didn’t want to
give my nature away. I dithered around taking my time, not daring to undress too soon
until I had the measure of the place. I thought it might be best to wait till they had all
calmed down and got themselves under the showers. I hovered and loitered till most had
drifted away. 
     “Come on, Ally,” someone cried out. “Don’t be shy. Get your kit off, boy, and get
yourself in here. Did your brother not tell you? We have a wee initiation ceremony for a
new player... Everybody gets to fuck you!”
     There was riot of laughter and cries of ‘me first!’ from the shower room. The few
men still left outside looked in my direction with big smirks on their face. I could feel
myself blush and my legs turn to jelly as I had a sudden vision of how wonderful that
might be. Man after man, the whole fucking squad; dozens of beefy, well hung studs, taking
it in turn to ram their cock up my arse and shag me till they filled me up with their
spunk. It was the stuff of my teenage wanking days. The most fabulous gang bang ever
conceived. Of course I’d end a mess of puffed out anal flesh – totally buggered in every
respect – but what a way to go! 
     I wondered for a second if they were joking or not. Can you actually believe that!
Can you believe that I even considered such a thing! Then I heard another shout – the
banter resuming on its favourite theme – straight boys hamming it up as gay.
     “Don’t you worry, Ally. Yon big woofter tries that with everyone. Come on in lad,
you’ll be safe enough as long as you stand by me. I’ll only have a wee feel at your bum!
But mind yourself! If you drop the soap then just leave it on the floor or that bastard
will be up you in a flash.”
     “Oh, listen to you, Jacko!” the first voice barked back. “I’ve heard the stories
about what you get up to - down the Meadows every night with your cock hanging out looking
for some old queen to suck you off.”
     “You would know! You were one of them!” Jacko jibed back. “I heard you worked your
way round the park and gobbled down half a pint of spunk at the weekend.”
     “More that half a pint... but none of it came out of you! Those dried up balls of
yours were firing dust when you managed to come in my mouth.”   
     It went on and on in the same vein. And every thinly disguised homophobic jibe was
greeted with a round of husky laughter. Men’s sexuality was challenged and jokingly
brushed off. And amidst the banter I could hear the ongoing action as cries of ‘you poof’
and ‘you dirty old faggot’ which accompanied the grabbing of cocks and the squeezing of
balls and the slapping of soapy buttocks. ‘Suck on this’ another challenged, as he held
his big cock and waved it provocatively around. ‘Want some of this?’ yet another asked, as
he spread his fleshy buttocks to reveal a never fucked hole. They teased each other, they
took things to extremes, but nothing would ever happen. Everyone last one of them was so
sure of himself – sure than no one could ever dream of going further and actually
accepting the offer.
     It was all too much for a lad like me. I could hear every word and imagine every
action, and through the opening that led to the shower room, I could see a lot of what was
going on. Throwing caution to the wind, I stripped out of my kit and went into the shower
room to join them. I really had no choice - anything else would have come across as highly
suspicious. Though to be honest I didn’t care. I wanted to get involved, I wanted to get
nearer. I wanted to see all these horny big men playing up for each other in the most
homoerotic way.
     I had done this before so many times – I was sure I would get away with it. I went
into the shower room with a big smile on my face, smugly challenging, flaunting what I
had, proud of my body which isn’t half bad and of my cock which is a bloody good length –
I know all about big swinging dicks for I’ve got one between my legs. 
     I went to a vacant showerhead in a corner and turned on the water and allowed it to
cascade over my body. In my mind, I tried to create a bubble and seal myself off, so I
could watch all this gorgeous hunky male flesh but still stay a little remote and safe
from any embarrassing reaction.
     The steam in the communal shower blurred things a bit, which in one respect was a
shame – I would have preferred a clearer view of all this prime Scottish beef that stood
gloriously all around me. But on the other hand it helped me not get too carried away,
which was probably just as well. Stay in the bubble, keep out of trouble; don’t give
yourself away. I had played the game before and won every time – though the competition
had never been anywhere near as strong.
     I watched as I washed, smiling quietly to myself. I cut myself off but was still
there to enjoy. I excelled myself like I’d done on the pitch – of course I would do just
fine. I drifted away on the bevy of flesh, and lost myself in a dream.
     Then someone asked me a question.
     “How’s it going, Ally?”
     Oh shit, oh bloody shit. That was the last thing I needed. The bubble was burst, but
much, much, worse - that voice belonged to my brother!
     I looked round and saw Rory smiling at me. I kept my eyes on his face which I
thought would be safe and I absorbed his firm rugged features: the sandy coloured hair
which was all tousled and damp, the green of his eyes that sparkled with life, the strong
fleshy nose and the pale pink lips which were parted to reveal a set of perfect white
teeth, the sturdy manly chin with two days worth of stubble. It made for quite a package
when all put together. He’s a handsome bloke and no mistake, is my big brother, Rory.
     “Aye, fine,” I replied, looking away after a calculated length of time. “They’re
quite a bunch, this lot. Is it always as festive as this?”
     “Och, it’s just the lads larking around. You’ll get used to it. Here, pass me that
shower gel.”
     Rory didn’t wait for me to comply. He put his hand on my shoulder as he entered my
shower space and reached over to the tray where the shower gel lay. I was confronted with
the sight of Rory’s naked chest and his big brawny right arm stretching before me. He was
so close I could see the fine hairs that covered his forearm, and the courser strands that
covered his pits. I could see the dusting of light brown hair that adorned his sexy chest.
I could see at close quarters his massive pecs crowned by his incredible nipples.