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It was the last game of the university rugby season, and Leeds had played spectacularly. Well, not just played spectacularly – they’d won spectacularly. It was done under the leadership of the new captian Nick Nelson, now in his second year. The pitch and spectators had immeadately broken out into a party, which even the losing team partook in after being persuaded with a few beers.
This was the first game that Nick’s boyfriend, Charlie Spring, had been able to attend all year. Charlie was in his first year at UCL. He and Nick always managed to find time together, whether all-too-shirt weekends or simply co-working over facetime, but Charlie had not been able to go to a rugby game until this one.
Nick, always the gentleman, had asked permission before sweeping him off his feet. And Charlie, caught up in the excitement of the moment, let his sweaty, muddy boyfriend do it.
“I’ll allow it!” Charlie responded, laughing, as Nick’s strong rugby arms swept under his knees and took them out from under him.
“I want to throw you over my shoulder and run off with you right now.” Nick growled into his ear.
“Like a caveman?” Charlie teased.
“Like a bloody caveman.” Nick confirmed. “I’ll fuck you like a caveman too.”
“Nicholas!” Charlie pretended to be shocked. But in fact since they had been living away from home, Charlie and Nick had explored their sex life extensively, and had even begun to experiment with kink. Nick, ever the leader and expected to be strong, had found a lot of satisfaction in submission and giving up control. Charlie, who felt in his daily life he often struggled for control – whether from the people around him or his mental health – found new power in taking charge.
Nick plopped Charlie back on the pitch.
“You will only fuck me like a caveman if I allow it.” Charlie teased. “And not until after you shower…” He threw a glance over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening before he added “you dirty, dirty boy.”
Nick blushed a deep crimson. He also checked his surroundings before answering…
“Yes, sir.” Nick whispered. “I’ll hit the showers and meet you back here?”
Charlie agreed, and gave Nick a little smack on the bum for good measure as he trotted off to the showers. Charlie was about to go check in with Isaac, who had accompanied him for the weekend, when he spotted Nick slowing down and joining a huddle of the Leeds Rugby lads.
They all looked serious, as if they were discussing a play. They kept glancing away from their group. Across the pitch, the opposing team was also huddling. Charlie couldn’t decipher what was going on. Were they going to go for an extra match or something?
Just then, Nick broke from the huddle and trotted over to Charlie. He looked sheepish.
“So um…” Nick started. “Apparently there’s a little wager going on.”
“What kind of wager?” Charlie inquired.
“A charity bet between the teams.”
“Okay.” Charlie said, puzzled. “It can’t wait until after you’ve showered.”
“No! Well, um, it sort of has to do with, or, well after –” Nick sputtered uncharacteristically.
“What’s got you all bothered, Nelson?” Charlie said, finally picking up that his boyfriend was rarely… embarrassed. “Is this proposal some kind of locker room orgy?”
“Not quite.”
“NOT QUITE?” Charlie almost shouted.
“Okay listen.” Nick started talking quickly as the rest of the team started leaving for the showers. “The club sponsors have made a friendly bet. For charity! They’ll donate fifty pounds to the national youth rugby club –”
“Fifty pounds is all they can spare?” Charlie interjected.
“Fifty pounds for each player who…” Nick reluctantly got to his point… “Does a lap around the field. Naked.”
Oh my. Charlie thought. His face practically said it for him. He quickly collected himself
“Well for one thing, I think your naughty bits are worth a lot more than fifty pounds.” Charlie replied. “The pictures alone…”
“There won’t be any pictures!” Nick exclaimed. “There’d better not be pictures.”
“So you’re going to do it?” Charlie said.
“No! Well, I don’t think… I uh, don’t have long to decide.” Nick stammered. “I suppose um… well I’m the captain and I… I should be showing leadership –“
“Showing leadership by showing your dong –”
“Leading by example!” Nick countered.
“Leading by exposure.” Charlie teasted. “Indecent exposure.”
Nick looked like he was going to pass out.
“It’s… for charity.” He muttered. As if that was the driving factor behind the desire written all across his face. That was when Charlie realized that Nick wanted this. He saw in his boyfriend’s eyes that just the idea of it was satisfying something he didn’t even know he wanted until now.
“You could do it.” Charlie prompted.
“Well, not unless it was okay with you.”
There it was. If Charlie knew one thing about his boyfriend’s sexual appetite… it’s that Nick always knew what he wanted, but he always needed to be helped along a little but.
“You’re asking my permission?”
“Yes.” Nick said earnestly. “You’re my boyfriend, and um… you have… first right of refusal. You’re the only one who’s seen me… naked.” Nick rambled. “Well, except for my mum, but that was when I was a kid and that one very awkward accident…”
Charlie’s eyes went wide, he hadn’t heard that story.
“And my doctor… and the lads…”
“The lads?” Charlie asked.
“Well yeah it’s not like they haven’t seen it… all of it… before.” Nick couldn’t meet his eyes. “The showers don’t provide a ton of privacy.”
“Nick, I didn’t know about your secret life as an exhibitionist!” Charlie joked, but the look on Nick’s face said this could be a sensitive spot. Charlie put a comforting hand on his arm. “If you want to do this, it’s totally okay with me.”
Nick breathed an audible sigh of relief.
“There’s not reason not to share your…” Charlie continued, searching for the right word. “Your natural gifts with a few more people. For charity.”
“For Charity.” Nick concurred.
“But I’m going to send Isaac away.”
“Agreed.”
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What the hell am I doing? Nick asked himself as he stood in the locker room, among 15 other college students stripping nude.
It had all happened so quickly. The win, the beers, the overwhelming effect of Charlie being there, and then the proposal. Harry said it first, that he’d been chatting up the sponsors and it started as a joke, but then it escalated. The opposing team wanted a shot to redeem themselves, and Leeds wasn’t about to be shown up and now…
He was getting ready to bare it all to the world. Well, not quite the world, but a good deal more people than had seen his body until now.
To make matters worse, his cock was already stirring at the thought of it. He was flushed, short of breath, and had butterflies in his stomache about as vigoursly as when he was first making out with Charlie.
It was the butterflies that made him sure. Whenever he wanted to do something sexually daring, REALLY wanted it, he didn’t get sick or shaky, he got butterflies. And his butterflies were telling him that he wanted his teammates, the opposing team, the sponspors and whoever else might have hung around on the pitch to see him naked as the day he was born.
Nick took a deep breath. He pulled off his rugby polo, in one swift motion over his head. As he did, he inadventently smelled his own armpits and wished he could shower before doing this.
He stopped himself at that thought – this wasn’t a date, he wasn’t about to shower, shave, and put on his best boxer briefs. This was a bet, a dare, a laugh with the lads. Stop taking it so seriously.
“Nelson! Get a move on!” The always-taunting voice of Harry Greene called out over the commotion of the post-match locker room.
Harry was standing on a bench, without a stitch of clothing on. Nick had seen his teammate naked before of course, starting way back at Truham. Harry never felt much self-consciousness, physically or otherwise. He pointed at various team members, calling them out –
“Don’t you put those pants on, Hugo!” he shouted. His long, thin penis swaying back and forth as he paraded up and down the bench.
Nick had never stopped long enough to make an observation of Harry’s penis. And that was when he realized what would make this different. No one looked in the locker room. Even Nick’s bisexuality never really tempted him to look at his teammates in that way. But now… everyone would be LOOKING at them. Really looking at their naked bodies.
What the hell had he got himself into?
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Isaac had refused to leave. He’d argued that he had every right to be there, and that if this was really happeneing, he wanted to be an eye witness.
“Besides –“ He’d said, “just because I’m asexual doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the beauty of the male form.”
Finally, after a long fifteen minutes, it happened with no fanfare. A pale white body emerged from the Leeds side of the pitch. Arms up, lifting his legs high with each stride, Harry Greene cameout with a whoop. The remaining crowd broke into cheers.
His lightly hairy armpits let their eyes to hard nippled and a tapering waist. Below that, a tuft of messy pubic hair and a skinny dick that wasn’t getting any less skinny in the cool evening air.
“I regret this already.” Isaac intoned.
Just behind Harry, another young man emerged from the opposing side of the locker rooms. Also nude. So this was really happening. Charlie wondered to himself how straight boys did it. Sexuality aside, they just seemed so much less self-aware. He could never imaging having the confidence to run out naked like that.
Charlie’s eyes drifted to this player;s thick thighs and muscled legs. His cock was clearly a grower, but that didn’t matter. He was exquisite.
“This is going to increase the number of men I’ve seen naked by… ten thousand percent?” Charlie speculated to Isaac.
The boys kept coming, one or two at a time. There was clearly some discussion and encouragement going on in the locker room.
After a long beat with no one emerging, a figure walked out of the Leeds lockers – clothed.
Christian’s blonde hair flopped as he waved at the bystanders.
“Sorry to disappoint!” He shouted as he jogged away. After him, a couple men from the opposing side left clothed as well.
“I wonder who’s keeping score.” Isaac asked.
“Not me.” Charlie muttered, his eyes fixed on the row of perky asses jogging around the pitch. “Maybe I shouldn’t have quit rugby.”
Charlie tried to count the players quickly. They must be getting down to the end, and Nick had not emerged yet. Charlie wasn’t sure how to feel. On the one hand he wanted to support Nick in every aspect of his life – including sexual adventures. On the other hand, this was a situation he was not prepared to encounter that day. He and Nick were each other’s first and only partners, and even though this wasn’t a sexual activity, knowing that it was arousing Nick made Charlie feel things he knew he’d have to process later.
Charlie’s eyes ran down the row of stark naked rugby players. Harry had almost completed his lap and was very nearly back to the locker rooms.
That’s when Nick emerged. His hair was damp and flopped to the sides. His stride was confident. He was smiling. And Nick… was naked.
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Moments before emerging, Nick’s competitiveness kicked it. He was the team captain, damnit. He had a reputation to uphold. He wasn’t going to be the last one out. So after Christian exited he stipped off his shorts and then his boxers. He was completely bare.
He took a step toward the door. One of the lads whistled but he barely heard it. He glanced back and caught a view of himself in a mirror. He was fully, completely, utterly naked. His face was flushed, a flush that descended to his sternum. His cock, was swelling slightly under his neatly trimmed pubic hair. His balls hung low from the heat of the locker room. His muscles were still tensed from the game. He didn’t quite have a six-pack, but he looked like a model athelete. He could do this. He wanted to do this. He wanted people to see his body.
He felt the butterflies in his stomach again. And he left his clothes, and his shame, behind.
The concrete walkway out of the locker room was rough on his bare feet. Some of the other players had worn sneakers, but deep down, Nick knew he wanted to commit to being absolutely stark naked. He wanted to be free from everything, to just be in his body out in the world.
He felt the sun falling across his body as he came around the corner. First warming his face, and then tracing the hills and valleys of his chest. Then sliding down his belly and over the bones of his hips and to the root of his cock. He felt it warm his shaft, and his penis became even fuller. His foreskin was beginning to roll back and his cock head was peeking out.
Charlie was the first thing he saw. Charlie was the ONLY thing he saw. He didn’t care who else saw him. This man loved him, and supported him, and wanted him to enjoy himself and his body. Nick turned to start his lap, and quickly gained on the other players. He found his place between a dozen other nude butt cheeks. He dared a glance around him. Harry was in the lead, sprinting. His teammates were laughing, all enjoying the freedom of letting their bodies out together.
Nick inadvertently glanced down. Some of their cocks rolled from side to side as they ran, others had retreated into protection. One of the players was covering theirs, resulting in a lopsided run. Nick tried not to think of his own. He tried not to think of it because he knew it was getting harder with every step. The further he went – the futher he left behind his privacy, the further he took his nude body into a public space – the more aroused he became. He didn’t dare look down, he couldn’t chance being caught staring at his own cock. But he could feel that his tip was fully exposed now, and he could feel that he was beginning to leak precum, even if he couldn’t see it.
As he rounded the end of the pitch, coming back closer to Charlie, he felt harder than he’d ever felt in his entire life.
With every stride, his engorged manhood bounced back and forth, nearly at it’s full 8 inches. He felt every bit of air on his naked skin, every eye in the bleachers looking at the exposed inches of his body, his muscles flexing as he ran. His body that until now only Charlie had seen in a meaningful way. He could feel his nipples hardening, he could feel the sweat dripping down his asscrack, and he was sure of it now, he could feel a thick strand of precum dripping from his throbbing cock. He still couldn’t look down for fear of drawing attention to it, but it felt like he had a cricket bat between his legs.
He made eye contact with Charlie. Charlie was smiling, and proud, and excited for him. He feared he was going to cum right then. He imagined what would happen if he couldn’t stop himself. He imagined ropes of semen pouring out of his dickhead, firing onto the pitch, splatting back on his naked body, hitting his fellow runners. He imagined the shame of standing there, covered in his own mess, as the whole thing stopped and everyone realized that he was getting off on this, that he was some kind of exhibitionist pervert. He imagined an embarrassed walk back to the locker room to clean himself up, as everyone stared at his come covered body, his spent, sticky penis, and a flush that went all the way to his asscheeks.
He felt lightheaded at the thought. Fortunately, it was all just a thought. But he knew he needed to run faster. He pumped his arms, putting on speed. His cock was stiff as a steel rod in front of him. Nick needed to get back to the locker room NOW. He reached the hall as one of the other runners shouted that they should do another lap.
Nick knew he wouldn’t make it. He held his knees together like when he was a little boy trying not to pee himself. But he was holding in something very different. He was holding back the biggest orgasm of his life.
He pushed past his naked teammates as he rushed in. Brushing against their bare skin, afraid he was going to explode on them or graze someone with his hard, beating, desperate cock. Nick slammed into a shower stall, and didn’t even have time to turn the water on before he painted the wall with cum. It took all his remaining restraint not to cry out. He grabbed a rail, wracked with spasms of pleasure. He was coming untouched, his hard cock pushing out his juices at just the thought of what he’d done.
He slid onto the bench and wrapped his hand around his shaft. Nick pumped himself with abandon. He milked every drop from his heavy balls, his hips jerking with each ounce he expelled. Thick globs lazily dripped down the wall and oozed between his fingers. He had streaks across his chest. He tasted the bitter tang of his own seed on his lips.
He was shuddering. Shaking uncontrollably, tingling from head to toe. He could feel every inch of his naked skin in a way he’d never felt before. His eyes were half shut, he couldn’t catch his breath.
He was so grateful that what just happened hadn’t happened outside. But deep down, he felt a single butterfly flutter its wings. He was glad he hadn’t been seen losing control this time, but he knew in his heart he wanted to be seen. He wanted people to see him come undone, he wanted to be exposed. He wanted to be seen pleasuring himself and taking pleasure from being seen in his most intimate and vulnerable state. Nick knew, he wanted more.