About a week later, Bruce had just accepted an application for a new member for the rugby team, just moved over from a professional team in his home country of Ireland. Bruce groaned as he remembered the initiation ceremony, but reluctantly called the lads over to the clubhouse and grabbed the team’s latest trophy off the shelf to use as the ‘bowl’.
Before long, the fifteen players, plus the new Irish lad, were gathered completely naked with their dicks in hand around the trophy. Bruce started the timer and the men started stroking, Bruce confident that he wouldn’t lose. Mike, of course, subtly had his eyes trained on Bruce’s own foot-long cock, who had his eyes closed and was wanking furiously to the memory of the first time he groped Rosie’s tits, all those months ago. However, he couldn’t contain himself and spurted several volleys of thick chunky cum into the trophy, to the cheers of the other fifteen men. A few seconds later, Mike followed suit, moaning loudly as he came. The new lad was next to blow his load, his large balls visably pumping semen out for almost a whole minute. The other thirteen men splurged their fair shares into the trophy one by one, eventually leaving it on the brink of overflowing.
Bruce laughed as he picked up the trophy and raised it to his lips. ‘Cheers, lads!’ he shouted, before glugging down the whole load of thick, sticky cum all in one go. He wiped his lips and laughed again, his mind becoming blank and foggy for a second. He began to look at the naked bodies in front of him in a different way than before. As the men laughed to each other and walked away to redress, he couldn’t help but grow erect at the sight of their thick cocks, their bulky, muscular bodies, their silky rugby shirts wrapped tight around their bulging biceps and huge pecs. Rosie was completely gone from his mind, he only wanted to fuck this whole rugby club now, especially Mike.