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Initiation ceremony

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Initiation ceremony by Neil (gumby_nj@hotmail.com)I started at University with 2 aims. Getting a good degree was one , but playing lots of rugby was the second. I'd played rugby for many years, and, although not brilliant, I was pretty handy. The university that I'd chosen had a rugby team of some repute and it was one of the reasons for going there. At the freshers week I attended the open evenings and meet and greets looking to sign into the rugby club. As the week went on I got more and more frustrated because every other club showed up, but the rugby club didn't. My friend in the third year was not surprised "they are a rowdy bunch, live on their reputation. Try out their clubhouse on a Monday night and I'm sure they'll let you in". Next Monday I wandered over to the clubhouse at 8pm. There were a few cars outside, but the place looked like a wreck, really tatty and in need of a good paint. But I could hear music from within and went to open the door - it was locked. I rapped hard on it, expecting it to fall off the hinges, and was rewarded with the sound of a bolt being drawn. The door opened an inch and a gruff voice said "Yeah, where's your membership card". I explained that I was new, and expected to sign in and join there and then. He said "I've heard that one a few times, come back on Thursday for newbies night - if you've gotthe balls for it". I walked away with the sound of him chuckling to himself. Rugby clubs are often pretty wild, and I guessed that Thursday would be a little scary, but I wanted in and wasn't going to be put off that easily. I arrived on Thursday with some trepidation. On arrival a different doorman let me in and gave me the number 7 on a card. he said "pin it to your shirt, we'll need it later". I went to the bar and was soon chatting to numbers 2 and 5. On looking around I could see that there was one large bloke who was centre of attention. The barman explained that it was Tony the club captain and the pretty girl next to him was Jen his girl. He was obviously popular, full of tales and a dominant kind of character. The night wore on and at 10 pm, Tony stood on the bar and called for quiet. He announced newbie night and explained that the rugby club had a proud tradition and that only the fit and worthy could join. He then called on Jen to start the games. The first game was predictable, drink 3 pints, spin on the broomstick and then race around the clubhouse. We all made it, some better than others. I stumbled in the far corner, but kept my feet and finished a respectable third. The next game was even more predictable. Strip naked and then run out the clubhouse and lap the sports field. I was a bit self conscious especially with such a large audience of girls, but I joined in and finished near the front. At each game one bloke was banished as too weak or too slow. Then we were all reovering and putting on our clothes when Jen announced that the final round was a milk race. She explained, "You will all get out your tiny peckers for inspection. My assistants (pointing to the assorted girls) will come and check that you have enough meat for the club. You must then stand back to the bar and wank like crazy. We want to see lots of cum and it must go past this line (pointing to a chalk line on the floor. Last to cum is excluded as are those who fall short" The room had gone quiet, and us newbies were very quiet too. I'd never shown my dick to a room of girls before tonight, let alone pulled it. But I'd had several beers and wasn't going to quit, neither were my mates. Indeed the whole thing was very arousing and by the time that I got out my prick it was already at half mast. The girl who stood in front of me made a great show of measuring it with a ruler before pronouncing it as passing. This just seemed like an excuse for her to pull it gently and play with the foreskin. Jen called quiet the "3, 2, 1" and we were off. I don't know about you but wanking for an audience is both stimulating and nervewracking and after a couple of minutes I'd got the wood, but didn't feel like I was making progress. The measuring girls were still in front of their men, mine was yelling "come on, wank for me, show me the cum, spunk on my shoes" and other encouragement. The a girl down the line cheated, she pulled down the front of her blouse to show the mearest hint of nip. All the blokes focussed in and started tugging even faster. By now this was definitely working for me. My girl screamed "call those tits"and lobbed out a fine pair. The bloke nect to me came, I watched his come land well over the line to a chorus of cheers. I was close and the sight of those wonderful nipples was doing the business. Another 2 came, one falling short and then I felt myself brimming. I tightened my hold and with a shudder shot a wad stright for the feet of my beau. It landed close to her feet and she cheered gloriously. by the time we had finished 4 of the 9 newbies were allowed to join the club. That was the first of several wild nights, and not the last time that naked bodies romped inthe clubhouse, but it was the first time - and that's always special!