"Yo Rory. You lucky bastard! That's a hell of a good arse your mate's got. I bet you enjoyed shafting it a few times when you were lads. Maybe you still do - I certainly wouldn't say no to a poke at it!"

I was taken by surprise. I had no time to prepare. Before I knew it Rory was there - his hands all over my hungry body.

"What this?" yelled Rory, rising to the joke. He brought his big hand down onto my soapy butt. He gave it a slap and a bit of a grope, and a finger even slithered its way into my crack and touched my puckered hole. Then Rory grabbed me round the neck and forced me to bend over. My head was held tight against his stomach, my face only inches away from his lovely cock which seemed now even bigger, whilst my ass was proffered to the boys in the shower room.

"You're right! He's got a really tasty bum!" announced Rory to the crowd who were creasing themselves with laughter. "I bet you all wish you had a mate like this who sleeps over on a Saturday night. By Christ, I bet you do! I used to jump him every weekend - usually at least twice. He's a hell of a good ride and a right slut for cock. Course it's fanny I prefer now; not like you bunch of poofs. I suppose you all want a go at him. Come on! He's all soapy and lathered up - ready for the first fuck. Who's going to slip him a length?"

It was then that Rory added to my humiliation. He pushed my head down further. My face brushed past his fabulous cock before he trapped me by the neck between his thighs. I reached out to steady myself, grabbing his legs just above the knees. I could feel his big dick resting heavy on my back.

Rory gave my butt another hard slap then grappled with my cheeks. He took each mound and pulled them wide apart to reveal my asshole to the assembled lads.

"Come on!" egged Rory. "Who's going to be the first to give themselves a treat and get their cock up that?"

He pushed a finger inside me - he wriggled it around - then he pulled it out and spread my cheeks again so that my violated chute was clear to see.

"Come on, boys! Have a go! Welcome him to the team with a good hard shag. You know you all want to do it!"

I could hear laughter all around. Rory was really hamming it up. It was a side of him that I'd never seen, and I didn't like it one little bit. The other lads' behaviour had seemed acceptable - hardly politically correct, but I think I could have dealt with it. But this was my best friend - this was Rory, and he was taking things way too far. I hated what he was doing. What the fuck did he think he was playing at by acting such a prat?

"No, we won't spoil him for you, Rory," shouted out one of the men. "If I was to fuck him, he'd learn what a real fuck is all about."

"Aye, that'll be right," said Rory in reply. "With that scrawny bit of meat you've got between your legs, I doubt if he'd even notice you were up him."

He gave me another slap then he fingered me again - he frigged me with a digit right in front of all the men.

"Now are you all sure, lads? Is there not one of you that's up for slipping him a length! By Christ! You don't know what you're missing! Last chance! No? Oh well!"

Then Rory let me go.

I stood upright. I glared at him. I was panting in air. I was fuming with rage. I wanted to knock his lights out and send him crashing to the floor. I was so fucking furious that he'd treated me like that. I wanted to strike out and smack him in the face. I wanted to reach out and throttle the big bastard. It was the only time in my life that I'd ever felt that way towards him - blind rage was coursing through my veins.

But riding above this - I couldn't deny it. I also wanted to get back and get my head in his crotch and take that fabulous cock into my mouth. Lust and rage were brewing together, and they made for a very potent mix indeed.

Rory saw the fire and hate in my eyes. They masked the lust that was battling to come through.

"Och, come on, Ally. I was only having a laugh. Can you not take a joke, boy?"

"You fucking cunt!!" I screamed at the top of my voice.

The shower room went suddenly silent.

"You fucking bastard! Call yourself a friend!"

Then I spat in his face.

Rory wiped it away. I could see from his shocked expression that it had stung much more that the slaps he had delivered to my ass. I stared at him with pure rage in my eyes. He looked away defeated.

He looked down!

It was then that Rory spotted my hardening dick. With my mind diverted and dazed by this dangerous mix of scary emotions, my cock had found free reign to do as it bloody well pleased. Without any control it had at last succumbed to the eroticism of the occasion.

And what exactly was that?

What had brought about this first locker room erection?

All these sexy men who watched now in silence?

Well they had certainly played their part.

But I think you can guess where the real reason lay.

Rory looked down at my pole that was rising to salute him - I'm another well hung lad, so my erection was difficult to miss. Eight and a half inches of rigid meat was staring at him with a seeping eye.

Rory looked a bit confused.

I looked a bit abashed.

Then he let out a grunt and ruffled my hair. He couldn't possibly deal with it any other way.

"Twenty!" he yelled out to the assembled crowd. "Most of you old farts won't remember what that's like, but at that age you a stiffy at the drop of a hat. Some lucky bitch is going get a good shafting tonight... is that not right lads?"

"Aye, and she'll get a good length by the looks of things - you randy wee fucker you!" came an obliging reply.

And that was how they dealt with a hard cock in their midst. Now suddenly the gay joking was tucked well away. Everyone straightened up. And my cock, thank God, did the opposite and shrivelled in shame. My gay heaven on earth had turned into a straight private hell.