Doctor Meets Rugby Stray

It was already dark, that cold winter's afternoon in 1931. My lectures at the Medical School being finished for the day, I hurried down the street and into my lodgings. Inside the porch I was startled to find the slumped body of a man. I reached down and touched his cold flesh and was relieved to find he had a strong pulse.

'Poor wretch', I thought. 'Must be starving'. There were so many in his situation because of the collapse of financial institutions. They called it The Great Depression' but, for the life of me I couldn't see anything 'Great' about it.

I opened the door and dragged the man into the kitchen. This cheerful room was warm. A pot of nourishing stew simmered on top of the coal stove.

"Where am I, doctor"? My uninvited guest looked up at me through clear blue eyes. Doctor? He must have seen the stethoscope in my coat pocket.

"I'm not a doctor. Well, not yet anyway. I'm a second year medical student". I pulled a chair back from the table. "I found you unconscious in my porch".

"Sorry .. doctor".

"My name is Christopher".

"Ch..ristopher".

"Yes. Do you think you can make it to the table?"

I helped the man to his feet and guided him to the chair. Once he was in place I went to the stove and served a big portion of stew into a dish. I broke a fresh bread loaf in half and placed it in front of my guest.

"Eat it, slowly, mind".

He did not need to be told twice. I served up a smaller helping for myself and joined him at the table.

The man was clean-shaven with dark hair. His shirt cuffs were frayed but he wore a tie. His suit had seen better days. I thought he was close to me in age. I was 23. The man had a rugby player's build while I was slender and not very tall.

He wiped his dish clean with the last of the bread and then ate it. A gentle burp expressed his satisfaction.

"I'll give you more, later" I promised. "Best not to eat it all at once.

"I don't know how to thank you", he said.

"No need", I shrugged. "But I would like to know your name".

"Of course! Sorry. It's William".

He extended a paw and we shook hands. He had a firm grip.

And then he began to talk. My guest had worked in the City until the stockmarket crash. He'd lost his employment, lodgings, everything.

Not for the first time I counted my blessings. A wealthy aunt had left me well provided for. She had disapproved of banks and the cash she left me would set me up for life.

"William, there's a spare bedroom here where you can stay until you find something else".

"Really?" For the first time William had hope in his eyes.

"It's a big place for me to rattle around in all on my own. The housekeeper is Mrs Peat. She is only here for a couple of hours during the day".

William looked as though he couldn't believe his good fortune.

"And if you'll come with me to the hospital tomorrow I'll introduce you to Mr Henshaw. He might have a vacancy for a hospital porter. It's not what you had before but at least it's work".

I showed William the bathroom and also the spare room. He was exhausted and went straight to bed.

The next day Mr Henshaw did offer William employment. The old man had a gruff exterior but he also had a heart of gold. He turned the charity storeroom upside down, until he found some decent clothing for William.

My guest was well-mannered and temperate. He was indeed a rugby player and member of a local club.

One night I was studying at the kitchen table while William read the evening newspaper. I sighed.

"Something wrong, Christopher?"

"No...well, yes". I collected my thoughts. "It's just that in a few weeks time I will be seeing patients, real live people who will be depending on me to diagnose their problems". I cleared my throat. "I'll be able to examine eyes, ears and throats. Chests as well. It's the 'below the belt' stuff that's got me worried". I looked at William. "Take a big man like yourself. You're not going to take too kindly to a spindly youth like me telling you to take your trousers down so I can examine your back passage".

"Maybe not", the big man countered. "But if I had a boil or something worse up there I'd be very grateful that you did". He folded the newspaper. "Besides, I thought young doctors practiced on each other".

"We do - but not below the belt, more's the pity".

William looked at me. "Well, you can practice on me".

I started to protest but the man shushed me. He stood up and started undoing his braces. Soon his trousers were puddles at his feet. His underpants soon joined them.

"I'll have a look at your penis first. Just in case the foreskin's a bit tight".

I walked over and took William's flaccid uncut penis in my hand. Gently, I retracted his foreskin which moved easily.

"No problems there", I said gruffly but when the warmth of my hand caused his penis to swell, I dropped it like a hot spud.

"I'll just check for a hernia". I grabbed hold of his testicles. "Turn your head away from me and cough".

William obliged. No sign of a hernia.

"I need to check your back passage. Lie on the couch, on your side with your knees tucked up to your chin".

The big man got into position while I retrieved a tub of petroleum jelly from the bathroom. When I returned all I could see of William was his glorious buttocks which, much to my surprise, bore the faint marks of a school-type beating.

Mindful of the task at hand, I lubricated my finger and explored his cleft until I found the anus. The strong sphincter muscle meant I had to push hard but, suddenly, my flesh was inside William's hot, tight chute. His secret tunnel felt like it was lined with the finest velvet. His muscle spasmed around my probing finger.

"Are you all right?" I asked my 'patient'.

"Yes", he replied.

Suddenly, I touched his walnut-shaped prostate. I prodded his gland and then slowly withdrew my finger.

"That was your prostate. Everything is fine in there. You can get dressed now".

William got off the couch and reached for his trousers. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands.

Back in the kitchen William was sitting at the table.

"How did I do?" I asked him.

"Good. You were matter-of-fact and professional. No man should object to an examination like that".

My mind was occupied with thoughts of the faint marks I had observed on his twin-hempisheres.

"William, forgive me for asking but you have marks on your bottom which reminded me what my own backside used to look like, a couple of weeks after a school beating".

The big man nodded, a rueful smile on his handsome face.

"Ah, yes! As an initiation, new players at the rugby club have to take one cut of the cane from each senior player". He scratched his muscular buttocks reflectively.

I struggled to take in what he was saying. My penis was way ahead of me and stiffened at the thought of it.

"Has my candor upset you?" William looked at me anxiously.

"Not in the least", I replied.

"Well, by the time the senior players had finished with me, I had weals the size of sausages on my bum. Glad I'll never have to go through that again". He grinned. "However, I am looking forward to dishing out a good few 'cuts' of my own". He grinned expectantly. "Don't suppose I can practice on you?"

"No way" I said firmly, remembering all too well the many painful beatings I had endured at school.

"I was joking, Christopher", he said. "There is no way I could ever bring myself to hurt you like that".

Now, it was William's custom when retiring for the night to kiss me on the cheek. These gestures of affection were most appealing to me. I loved feeling his warm lips against my skin and smelling the manly aroma of him. However, that night, my penis was still erect as a result of that intimate examination of my lodger. So, when William's lips went to caress my cheek I turned and kissed him right on the lips. Then I pulled back, alarmed at what I'd done.

"It's like that, is it"? he said approvingly, and then kissed me passionately. His warm, wet tongue pushed past my teeth and became entwined with my own. His breath was sweet and I hoped mine was the same !

His tongue was withdrawn.

"Which do you want, Christopher"?, he asked softly. He took my hand and placed it on his trouser-covered buttocks so that my fingers were touching the fleshy portals to his secret place. "Backdoor .. or baby-maker?" He moved my hand to the front of his trousers so I could feel his rampant manhood.

"B-babymaker", I whispered.

We went through to his bedroom which was warmed by an electric heater. William started getting undressed and I did the same. When we were both naked I looked at his erect penis. It was a long one, but, thankfully not too thick. William again kissed me passionately and then got me to kneel on the bed with my bottom in the air. My lodger rustled around under the bed and emerged with a tub of petroleum jelly. I felt his lubricated finger press against my nether hole and then penetrate the powerful muscle.

"You're so tight!", he marveled.

His probing finger found my prostate, causing waves of pleasure. Then it was slowly withdrawn. He sat on the bed and I felt his arm go around me, lifting me upright again.

William looked at me through his beautiful blue eyes.

"Is this your first time?"

"Yes", I whispered.

"You know it will hurt?"

"Uh huh".

"The last thing I want to do is cause you pain".

"William", I told the big lug. "All I want is to give you pleasure so let's do it, ok?"

"Sit on it. That'll be easier".

"No"! I cried. "I want you to take me".

So, I knelt on the bed again. I felt William's nob press against my backdoor. He pushed and I pushed, back until the sphincter opened and allowed him entry into my hot, tight chute. The penetration caused the tight muscle to sting in protest at being stretched. When William's love-muscle was fully inside my rectum I felt happy to be so intimately joined to my big friend.

"OK?" he asked.

"Yes"!

He started thrusting, slowly at first but then increased the tempo. The sensation of his big tool acting like a piston inside my tunnel was a novel one. I surrendered to the carnal feeling of being conjoined to the big rugby player. It was actually quite peaceful on that bed. I could feel William's warm breath fanning the hairs on the back of my neck. Never before had I ever felt so wanted or loved.

There was an alarm clock on the bedside table and I watched the big hand. William was no 'one-minute-wonder'. It was many minutes before friction at last won the battle between his big memeber and my tight chute. It was friction which caused his big torpedo to explode, coating the walls of my chute with load after load of his warm spunk.

Afterwards we lay side by side on the bed, William getting his breath back while I collected my feelings. My bottom stung a little which was only to be expected after what William had done to it.

Some time later the big rugby player reached out his paw and touched my erect penis.

"Do you want to return the favour?"

"Yes!"

So, I coated my member with petroleum jelly while William lay on his back with his legs in the air. I felt inside his hairy crack and located his anal bud which was still slippery from my earlier insemination.

"Go easy on me with that big thing", my lodger implored. "I've only ever taken your finger up there before".

But lust overcame me and I forcefully pushed my swollen penis into his willing chute. The sphincter offered only token resistance and I was soon fully inside the big man. He had winced and moaned softly during the penetration but that had only spurred me on. His chute was hot and tight. Inner muscles swirled around my penis and pulsated against my firm flesh.

We rutted like animals. The hurt reflected on William's face soon changed to a look of absolute carnal pleasure. I thrust into his body long and hard. It was many minutes before my balls began churning a big load of spunk which my penis deposited inside the big man's fundament.

Afterwards, it was my turn to get my breath back.

William later confided he had enjoyed sexual relations with women.

"But their big twats were sloppy and loose, not tight like your hot little arse. I know which one gave me the most pleasure".

He reached out his hand and ruffled my hair affectionately.

"Mind you, it took a while for me to get used to taking your ram-rod up my bum. But that also gave me pleasure, in a strange sort of way".

I knew exactly what he meant.

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written by unclegregsh