This happened almost half a century ago when I was about 13. It is still clear in my mind and the memory still arouses me to this day.

I went to an all boys school and played rugby. I was a small slenderly built boy so the game was hard for me but I did my best. I had some success as a hooker (I know how that sounds!)- this is the player at the centre of the scrum whose job it is to hook the ball back when it comes in to the scrum.

I was playing in a practice game and when there was a scrum I felt a hand go up the back of my shorts and through my legs. Being locked into the scrum there was nothing I could do about this. The hand stroked my thighs and cupped my balls, feeling each one between its fingers. The fingers then moved forward to stroke my cock, which quickly grew erect. The finger tips moved to the end of my cock and gently pulled the foreskin back. My cock was only about 4 inches long at the time but was soon rock hard. The last thing I felt was the thumb finding my anus and gently teasing it. Then the scrum broke up and I had to start running - this was painful with a stiff erection ! During the rest of the game this happened again whenever we had a scrum. I still have no idea who the hand belonged to.

Some of the older boys helped coach our age group. One took an interest in me and kept telling me that I had potential as a player and could break into the first team. Of course I found this flattering although I suspected that he had an ulterior motive.

One evening he suggested that we did some scrum practice. We went to the scrum machine together but it was already being used by the first team. A scrum machine is a huge wooded frame with pads that you can push against to simulate the scrum in a game. He then suggested we use the old machine, which had been dumped in a patch of woodland on the edge of the school grounds. We went there and found that it was a bit of a wreck, having been dumped for a few years, but I bent over and pushed against it anyway.

He moved behind me and took my hips in his hands and shoved into me to simulate a scrum situation. Soon he was standing up and thrusting his hips into my buttocks. I could feel his stiff cock as he thrust against me and became erect myself. Ever since I was groped in the scrum I had been hoping that something else would happen.

I expect that he sensed my submission and knew that he could do waht he wanted with me. He pulled my shorts down and fondled my bare bottom, stroking my cheeks and running his thumb down the crack to find my anus. His thumb tip penetrated my anus but couldn't get in because I wasn't used to it. He told me to stay where I was and I heard some fiddling, then felt him wiping some vaseline across my ring. His finger then slid in more easily. I vividly remember how it felt to be penetrated for the fist time - the initial pain and then the gorgeously full feeling. I must have groaned in pleasure as he became more rough and thrust first two then three fingers up me and began to finger fuck me. Then he withdrew them and a bigger thing entered me, sliding in to me until I felt the crackle of his pubes against my tender buttocks. He thrust into be roughly and at first I felt intense pain, like being stabbed by a knife. But this melted away into the gorgeous full feeling that I have experienced many times throughout my life.

This came to an end all too soon as his strokes became quick and ahallow and he collapsed on my back. He pulled out and I felt the drips of his spunk run down my thighs. He told me not to tell anyone and I never did until now. He came back for more a few times and I always gave him what he wanted.